And Then There Were None

"These are pretty minuscule spies, my lord," The leader said into his comms. They chattered among themselves. We had our hands up when they surrounded us. My throat clogged and I was running out of oxygen. I could barely think or breath. Mister Wigglesworth was talking briskly with bulging eyes to the colossal men and a rifle was lodged in his throat, he seemed frail and agitated. "Mort!" He threw the parcel into his hands. Mort winced when he failed to catch it. The box malfunctioned and I screamed at the blast and fell back into the shelter of more craters. I gasped. "What do I do with this?" His hand fidgeted on the and he dived behind a crate beside me while lasers flew. He panted and glanced at me holding on to the parcel. There was a skirmish going on. "I think I got hit." .... Remember when homicidal aliens were attacking us? This was now, yeah, it was kind of my fault. We were crouching like a couple of cowardly war veterans on a battlefield and Mister Wigglesworth! Of all people was out there holding them off. Mort held on to the prism parcel. My eyes were pale. I got hit by the parcel. I held on to my stomach. "Are you okay? Can you sit up straight?" He said. "No, it hurts," I did not feel like myself at all. I was not even in the mood to make snappy comebacks, I kept seeing double and all these color spectrums like I stared at the sun for too long. I was phasing in and out of consciousness. I thought I saw planets dying. I ducked over the end and focused on breath. [ System Activated ]

The mushroom cloud was enough to darken the clear sky for minutes on end. That wasn't my major concern; i just had to find Micah, and i had to find her fast. We had to stick together --- to survive. After all, we had no one. No one at all. The cloud gradually cleared; but there, i realized there were worst problems.

In the frozen heart of Midgard, Kratos and Atreus find themselves drawn into a nightmare that predates even the gods themselves. When entire villages begin vanishing into thin air—leaving only frozen blood and whispers in the wind—the Ghost of Sparta must confront a horror that cannot be killed by blade alone. Something ancient stirs beneath the Nordic ice. The Draugr no longer stay dead. The forests breathe with malevolent intelligence. And Atreus begins hearing voices that shouldn't exist voices that know his true nature, voices that call him by a name even Kratos fears to speak. As father and son venture deeper into cursed territories where reality itself fractures, they discover that some evils were buried for a reason. The lines between the living and the dead blur. Trust becomes a luxury. And Kratos must ask himself: what happens when you've killed gods, but the true monsters were waiting underneath all along? This is a story of survival, sacrifice, and the terrifying realization that in the world of Norse mythology, death is never the end it's just the beginning of something worse.

"You!" She yelled, her eyes bulging from thier sockets and continued, "You still have the audacity to come here after all you did? What a ridiculous, shameless man." All eyes were on him and he lowered his head in shame, this was what he passed through every day. "Grandmother!" The familiar voice he knew and always cherished said amidst the many eyes that were on him. She walked towards him and held his hands sweetly. "You are not getting acquainted with him, Never! Not on my watch." She replied angrily and left. ~~~~ Elliot's life was a typical sham if that's the correct word for it, he has been shamed and bullied for every single mistake he did. But worser times, when he realised his Nana was sick and needed urgent money, he approached his in-laws, but he was shamed as usual. And just then, his life surprisingly took a turn. "Every single person who mocked me will live to bow down before me."

Ella, a police officer from the investigation department, is on a mission to solve a death case in a village. There were many dangers that she had to go through, in order to solve the case, until in the end with the help of her two colleagues, she succeeded in uncovering the mystery about the death of two men and also uncovering the mastermind behind the case.

Lukas, a 37 year old man, was adopted as a son by a wealthy family, namely the Michael family. As an adopted son, Lukas was always treated badly. He was humiliated and treated unfairly by the Michael family. Lukas had a Romantic relationship with a woman from a very rich family named Amanda Lewis. But unfortunately, because Lukas was only an adopted child, Amanda was matched with Lukas’ adopted younger brother, Brian Michael. Not only were they in an arranged marriage, it turned out that the two of them were already in a relationship behind Lukas’ back. One night all the misery in Lukas’ life changed. Just then he was met by a man named Julian Mob. The man who was the confidant of the number one businessman in the world, Moreno Malik. It turned out that Lukas was Moreno Malik’s biological son, which meant he was the heir to the Malik Group business empire. Lukas’ world immediately changed, he secretly turned around the situation of the Michael family, which was already in quite a crisis. He made all of the Michael family assets belong to him completely.

On the day of the crucial test, Lin Xuan's spiritual roots were revealed to be at the lackluster fifth level. This meager talent meant a near-impossible climb past the middle stage of Qi Training—a death sentence for any hope of entering the prestigious immortal sects. Immortality was a dream now impossibly out of reach. ​But fate offered a path darker than death. The notorious Demon Sect, in need of fresh "spiritual slaves," began plundering the weak and poorly qualified across the lands. These victims were forced to cultivate the demonic Burning Life Magic, a technique designed to turn their very essence into consumable spiritual sand for the Demon Sect's elite. ​Lin Xuan was snatched from Shihu City and dragged into the chilling embrace of the Demon Realm, entering the demonic gate not as a disciple, but as chattel. Yet, even in this hellish servitude, he discovered a bizarre, hidden salvation: the [Placement Bar]. ​This cryptic tool holds the key to surviving and progressing where conventional cultivation has failed. Can the [Placement Bar] turn a condemned spiritual slave into a demon-slaying powerhouse?

The system chose everyone. Except him. Noah Kane failed his awakening test three times. No system. No rank. No future as a hunter. Just a government classification that read NULL and a world that had already moved on without him. When a Rift opens during a routine escort job and every licensed hunter dies in minutes, Noah is left bleeding in the wreckage beside a girl he has never met. He reaches for her not knowing why. The system that activates in that moment is nothing like anything registered in the GRA database. No blue interface. No standard skill tree. Just black text on a background the color of deep space and a single offer: Consume what you kill. Keep everything they had. Noah Kane can devour monsters. Their power. Their abilities. Their bloodlines. Their memories. Every enemy becomes a stepping stone with no visible ceiling. But the system also did something he never asked for. The girl Sera Vane is now bound to his soul. Alive because of him. Unable to be separated from him without killing them both. She is furious, brilliant, and the only person who understands his system well enough to keep it from destroying him. Now hunted by governments who want to dissect his system, guilds who want to weaponize it, and ancient entities from beyond the Rifts who seem terrified of what he is becoming, Noah has one advantage none of his enemies have accounted for. He is trying to understand why his dead father built this system and hid it inside his son. The answer will change everything he thinks he knows about the Rifts, about Earth, and about the girl he cannot walk away from. They trained for years to become hunters. He was born to devour.

They thought he was dead and long forgotten. They were wrong! Ethan Blackwood was the joke of Westbridge the useless son-in-law, the charity case husband. Nobody knew he was the missing heir to a billion-dollar empire. Nobody knew until the night his enemies came for him. He was kidnapped, tortured and buried alive. Left to die with nothing but the echo of his wife's voice: "Ethan doesn't matter. He's nothing." Three years later, he crawled out of that grave. Now he's back, richer, deadlier and with a list of names. One by one, the people who betrayed him are falling. His brother-in-law is in prison. His father-in-law is dying. His mother-in-law is begging for mercy. And his wife the woman who sold him out is watching her world burn. --- But the deeper he digs, the darker the truth becomes. The people who buried him weren't just enemies. They were family. And the woman he swore to destroy may be the only one who can save him from becoming the monster they created.

Takumi Asano, a painter from Kyoto, Japan, had copied tens of thousands of Vincent van Gogh's oil paintings. One day, he traveled through time to Arles, a small town in Provence, France, just before Christmas in 1888. It could be said to be time travel, or rather, arriving in a parallel universe. There, he became Marcel Duval, a 20-year-old local "chimney boy". Right in front of him unfolded one of the most famous tragedies in art history: the impoverished and down-and-out Van Gogh, holding a razor, was pointing it at his left ear! — "Mr. Van Gogh! Put down the razor!" — "Tell Armand... I'll cut off my ear and give it to him right away!" Was there actually an untold secret behind Van Gogh's ear-severing incident? — "Keep it, and it will bring you more and greater works!" — "You're absolutely crazy! Who are you?" — "I'm your top-tier manager!" Years later, the Parisian art circle had undergone earth-shattering changes. Van Gogh, who had grown into a great master, no longer had darkness in his eyes: "Marcel, it really was a good idea to keep my ear. Without you, none of this would have been possible!" Takumi Asano, once a lowly copyist trapped in drudgery, had now become Marcel, the world's "Godfather of Art". He smiled and raised his glass: "Come to my Provence manor this summer. I've planted a vast sunflower field—tens of thousands of mu—just for you... By the way, would you like to see my new paintings?" 【Time-Travel Redemption + Underdog's Rise + Rewriting History】! Click to read, and join Van Gogh in defying fate to turn the tide, lighting up the stars on the canvas!