Can't Fake The Feeling

A boxer who won the world's heavyweight championship died on his way to the Netherlands in a plane crash and reincarnated to a world that scientifically can't exist. He wasn't a human anymore but a ferocious beast-like creature, in a magical world where he will have to fit in, fight battles to survive and to save the word from the end.

Who is he?! He is Liam Storm! The formidable zillionaire, worthy of shaking the city with just a blink of his eyes! Possessing an unquestionable power and acquiring enormous wealth, seems to be not possible but is that really true? After suffering a mental breakage from his ex lover, who cheated on him and losing all ways to become a better person, all hopes appeared to flood down the drain. But does fate really plays games? Unexpectedly, Liam's life made a sudden turn over to the extent, it bewildered him to the core... Now, it was in question what will become of him? **** " You......what gut do you have?! You of all people! You called me a cheat and a betrayal? Well, you can say that, but I don't give a damn! Do you think I am going to wait and starve with you?! What do you take me for? I was only doing you a favour by dating you, you don't have a future, a good life, job, a family, money, inheritance, status, name, house, car, career, investment, no worth, you aren't even famous or anything! Basically, you don't have anything! So, what can you offer me?! Tell me, Liam Storm, what can you offer me?! How can you make your life and my life better?! I thought since you graduated as the best student from the top college, you will be wealthy, but guess I am totally wrong! You are as worthless as a penniless bastard and nothing but a loser after your graduation!!" She spat angrily at him, pointing to him as she yelled. Then, she moved closer to the man on the bed and smiled at him.

He can’t see the dark. But the dark can see him. When a cosmic eclipse rips humanity’s shadows away, they don't just vanish...they hunt. Across the vertical concrete jungle of New York City, billions of detached silhouettes are slaughtering their owners, stepping into their skin to become hollow, malevolent Mimics. For Zyrus Miranda, a blind martial arts master, the apocalypse is just another Tuesday. Immune to the psychological terror paralyzing the sighted world, Zyrus navigates the pitch-black ruins through pure vibration and lethal precision. Together with Dixy Alvarez, a fierce, quick-witted parkour instructor who becomes his eyes in the chaos, Zyrus builds an underground resistance, teaching survivors how to fight blind to survive. But Zyrus’s greatest battle isn't with the monsters outside...it’s with his own rogue shadow. In a breathless, pitch-black alley duel, Zyrus’s iron will achieves the impossible: he subdues his shadow, forcing it into a symbiotic, weapon-shifting duo. Now, with a lethal shadow-partner bound to his carbon-fiber staff and Dixy fighting at his side, Zyrus must launch a vertical assault up One World Trade Center to shatter the cosmic core. The light is fading. Can a blind man guide humanity out of eternal darkness?

"You're a church rat, Deigo. Poor and pathetic. I can't keep living with someone who can't provide for me. I should have listened to my parents when they warned me Deigo. You are a worthless waste of time, I should have never spared you a glance Deigo. I deserve better than you" Deigo felt numb, pained. "How can you say that? I've given you everything. Protected you, loved you... Our child..." Sophia rolled her eyes. "That child is not yours. It's Benjamin’s. And I'm tired of pretending otherwise. It’s time you face reality Deigo. People like you don’t belong in my world, you should be with your poor kind of people and not me, so please, let's save both of us the trouble and move on” Deigo's world shattered. ••• After being forced into a three-year marriage to protect Sophia's family, Deigo discovers she's pregnant with another man's child. Heartbroken, she presents to him a divorce paper, Deigo signs the divorce papers. Thrown into jail, Deigo vows to rise again and make them pay for their betrayal.

Commander Riven has buried seventeen teams. He won't bury this one. A quantum weapon that can erase history has been stolen from a frozen research facility, and the only man who understands it—Dr. Kael—is the same man who built it. Forced into a war he never wanted, Kael must join Riven's covert strike team on a suicide mission to stop a ghost from rewriting reality itself. The Wraith doesn't want money. He doesn't want power. He wants to become the architect of human history, erasing every mistake, every war, every innocent death—by deleting the people who caused them. And he's already started. But the quantum device doesn't just bend time. It fractures it. Every use tears reality further apart, creating pockets of frozen seconds where enemies can hide, battles can last lifetimes, and death is no longer permanent. Riven and Kael have seventy-two hours before the device fully stabilizes and The Wraith becomes unstoppable. There's only one way to win: destroy the machine. But when Kael discovers The Wraith's true identity—and the secret buried beneath the ice—he realizes the device may be the only thing standing between humanity and an even greater threat. Time is running out. The mission is impossible. And the dead are already walking. One wrong second. Two broken men. All of history hanging in the balance.

Seventeen-year-old Yuseke finds refuge among the Outcasts, a notorious band of Wielders bound not by blood but by survival. But the world doesn't forgive sinners.Yuseke is thrown into a war he can't escape. Loyalty will be tested, blood will be spilled, and Yuseke must decide whether he's just another runaway or the key to changing everything.

Suxin followed the original plot and played the green-tea villainess role well. But why can't this duck just die in peace?! -- "Bai Suxin, why are you so cruel?"

Kaito Miyahara is almost done with university. Only one final project remains, one that he has been putting off for three years. If he doesn't start now, he will be stuck in university for one more year, something that will further tarnish his resume. In a future where a simple failure is enough to destroy your career, he can't let that happen, but he can't think of anything. Miraculously, he runs into Sanae and Risa, two girls whose sole goal is to become idols. For Kaito, the only way of making it work in the current world is to think outside the box. To think big. To think galactically. And so he becomes the manager of the first, galactical idol group: Blostars. — Edited by RedPandaChick Cover art by @retrosensei on Instagram Follow me @VidalSosin on Twitter for updates New chapter every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday at 15:00 UTC

Beneath the city's skin, another city breathes. Every soul is a puppet. You just have to find the strings." Detective Davon Deshaun is a man built on rituals and "psychic bricks," trying to fortify his mind against the weight of every unsolved case he carries like a stone in his pocket. But in a city bleeding from a string of brutal murders, the "pattern" is a grim, tightening noose around the precinct’s neck. When a young woman is found mutilated at the upscale club Michelin’s—her body treated like a "twisted work of art"—Davon is thrust into a nightmare he can’t escape. Worse, he’s forced to partner with the only person who can find the cracks in his foundation: his former partner and ex-girlfriend, the cool, professional Claire McGuire. As they navigate the wreckage of their shared history, they are hunted by The Architect—a sadistic mastermind who doesn't just kill, but designs entrapment. Leaving behind charcoal sketches of his future horrors, The Architect is building a "custom-tailored prison" around the detectives themselves. Davon and Claire soon realize they aren't just the investigators. They are the centerpiece of a grotesque exhibition. In a game where the walls are already rising, can they find the man pulling the strings before they become the next "finishing touch"?

I’m a god of war, a mystery and perfect picture of complications. But don’t spill. They can underrate me all they want. They will never guess what my comeback becomes.