Closed Beta That Only I Played

From Erwin Wickison I never asked to be here. One moment I was living my life, and the next I was dragged—along with millions of others—into a place ruled by a system that treats us like pieces on a board. Every Game is built to break something, whether it’s a body, a mind, or the small parts of myself I keep pretending are “good.” I’ve watched people die. I’ve watched people change. And I know I’m changing too. I just hope there’s something human left in me by the end… if there’s even an end. WARNING. This book contains smut, psychological decay, moral collapse, human intimacy twisted into survival, and a variety of horrors that do not wait for your permission before sinking into your mind. It will not hold your hand. It will not apologize. And it will not stop once you open it. If you continue, you’re choosing to step into a sequence of events designed to peel apart the comfortable assumptions you rely on to feel “safe.” Some of you will be fascinated. Some of you will be disturbed. Most of you will not remain the same. I’m not here to reassure you. I’m only here to tell you one thing: Whatever you think this is, whatever you think you know… you don’t. And once you begin, you can’t go back. — Welcome to the Games

At seven, my father returned with his mistress and my half-brother, who was only a few weeks older than me. Under my mother's grief-stricken and despairing eyes, my father ruthlessly kicked us out. I always knew that my father wanted a supernaturally awakened and talented heir, however, I didn't fit the bill because I couldn't awaken any special talents and didn't show outstanding academic abilities. Moreover, my uncles and aunts were eyeing my father's position, eager to overthrow him and take his place. Competitors also harbored ill intentions towards our family, watching my father like a hawk. In this treacherous situation, my father rekindled his relationship with his mistress, the second daughter of a noble family from the Royal City. Finally, my father no longer concealed his pre-marital affair. After making it public, he brought his mistress and her talented son back home to replace my mother and me. To survive, my mother had no choice but to take me into hiding, changing our identities and fleeing to a remote town to escape their grasp and settle down. What my father didn't know was that I didn't lack talent; my talent was simply too strong, requiring an immense amount of energy to awaken, energy that my weak seven-year-old self couldn't handle. Eleven years later, I had grown up and finally awakened my superlative talent, becoming a renowned genius in the remote town. I never thought about going back to confront my father or seeking revenge on his mistress because they weren't worth my mother's and my time! My mother and I are doing well now. I believe with my talent and effort, our lives will only get better. However, I overestimated the goodness in people, and underestimated their malice!

Introvert!? Me!? The hell am I an introvert? I stay indoors all day because I am afraid of getting my butt kicked. Until I contract my beast, I won’t be walking freely. This is a promise I made to myself. My name is Ryder, and I am black-marked. The planet where I live is dominated by summoners. If you guessed it, then you are right—we contract beasts from the Astral Shadow Plain and summon them at will after successfully forming a contract. A mark appears on the left shoulder of every human after a period of maturity, a mark given by the beast that chooses you. There are five different types of marks—the brown, the orange, the red, the black, and lastly, the white. Of all the markings, I was marked black. I was chosen by a supreme demon monarch of the Astral Shadow Plain—the Dracogon. There was only a 0.5 percent chance for me to survive the contraction process. However, with a slight twist in the original outcome, contracting a creature from the black-marked plain was nothing compared to the catastrophe I caused shortly after—I opened a link between the beasts of the Astral Shadow Plain and the planet of humans, Terra. Everyone on my planet has been endangered because of me. The fact that no one knows when the link will trigger and cause a breach that pours mindless creatures into my world makes it all the more unsettling. Now, with no other choice, I have to find a way to resolve the mistake I made—alone, just like I caused it.

'I didn't kill him' I whispered my camera shaking in my hands while I looked at the blood on the marble floor. 'I know' the man in shadows whispered, his voice like velvet on rough ground. 'But the world believes that I did and you are the only one to attest to my innocence'. Elara Vance is a forensic photographer of the wealthy; a woman who sees the truth through a camera lens, and Silas Vane is the heir to a bankrupt empire who lives off the carrion of his enemies (known as the 'Vulture'), but when Elara catches him in the act of a murder she isn't supposed to witness he proposes a deal: either become his bride and his 'Glass Alibi' or she is the next body he will require her to photograph. In a world of predators can the man keeping her prisoner actually be her executioner...or her salvation.

I hated being locked up like a damsel in distress. Like I was some princess that needed constant protection, but deep down I was grateful. I was still struggling to summon my powers, so if I was attacked alone I would be defenseless. I understood why Valerian wanted me to stay confined within the walls of our home since there was a protection spell suffocating the entire atmosphere that surrounded it. But I was so bored. Valerian was not there to take me out and keep me occupied with his cocky smiles and quirky comments. The only thing I could think to do to pass the time was to take a stroll around the castle grounds. I exited out into the courtyard and walked past the beautiful wooden benches and vibrant trees. Roses of every colour confiscated the grounds and it was like I was walking through a rainbow. My fingertips caressed the petals and I inhaled the sweet scent of their exquisiteness as I walked through the trails. I was so mesmerized by the area that I didn’t realize where I was going. I gasped as I reached for the next rose in my path, and it crumbled from my touch. The rest of the walkway was filled with black and decayed roses that tumbled to the ground like ash from a horrible wildfire. My frightened eyes glared out into the distance as I realized the dead flowers led to a shadowy tunnel made from black brick. A sign barely dangling from a broken chain at the top of the entrance read ‘dungeon.’ My body cringed at the sight. This was the dark side of Valerian that I knew and wanted to avoid as much as possible.

Leon Vint was forced to face the harsh reality that his father was murdered by a cultivator right at a dinner banquet when he was fifteen. He was tortured by his stepmother and thrown into a ravine, far from any urban area. Just then, a mysterious old man saved him from certain death. He trained Leon to become a powerful cultivator, unlocking a talent that appeared only once every 100 years. "Monharvest, I'm back. Ten years of vengeance... I will repay it tenfold."

What do you think ,you will do with the powers to control minds ,I guess God gave me this talents to sleep with all the girls that treated me badly ,oh well since I was gifted with this talent I will use this to satisfy all my urges Welcome to my story on how I become the first man to f**k up the world with my newfound talents . Yes this is a 18+ rated novels Only read if you are a degenerate because you will see alot of stuffs that you won't even know existed Yes there will Threesome, Bdsm anything you can think of Yes mc is a sick f**k ,he is unstable but you can't blame a man that thinks with his d**k. P.S : Everybody on this novel are in college so there are all above 18 years old.

"I will be the Godly Sorcerer! For the sake of my mother and my sister!" When monsters from another world invaded Earth through Magic Gates that appeared without warning, the world collapsed into chaos. From the ruins of civilization, the most powerful organization was born: the Knights—an elite force armed with magic forged from materials of the monster world. Humanity's survival now depends entirely on them. I, Ashen Crowe, a lowly F-Rank Knight, lived a life that was nearly worthless—until a tragic accident almost claimed his life. On the brink of death, I was saved by a mysterious entity from the monster world: Zerion, the Strongest Sorcerer from Monster Realm. But that salvation came at a cost— I was bound to the Godly Sorcerer System, a ruthless system that offered only two options: grow stronger… or die.

“I’m major Kaelen, I live in this forest before you, this is my kingdom, and I will take you all down one after the other. Look closely at the ground beneath your boots, soldiers. That soil is already hungry. You arrived here thinking you were an army. You are just meat walking into a larder. You do not command this space; the shadows command you, and I am the hand that guides them. I will not fight your formations. I will bleed you drop by drop. Your patrols will disappear without a whisper. Your sentries will wake up finding the razor edge of my knife where their breath used to be. Go ahead, try to advance. You will find that retreat is impossible, surrender is irrelevant, and the only mercy you will receive is the speed of my strike. You will die lost, you will die afraid, and you will die remembering the sound of my name echoing through the impenetrable darkness. This is not a war you are fighting. This is an execution you insisted upon.”

I've never wanted this life for myself—this life filled with perils and evil. It's like a dream I can never escape from—a dream which I'm forever stuck in. Heh, no one ever wanted this life or ever wished for it. You'd be either insane or extremely evil to wish for this kind of life—the life where you don't have a choice over anything—the life where you're bound by your deepest desires. I never wanted to enter into the supernatural world. I never wanted to come across the Crimsones[1], Lycanthropes[2], demons and the rest. I never wanted to be involved in anything pertaining to the dark and supernatural world. I had always yearned for freedom and not servitude. But of course I was wrong all along. I had been delusional, thinking I'd be able to escape it all—to escape from fate. I never knew I would be pulled into this mess, becoming one of those dark creatures which roam about in the ungodly night. I never wanted to be a merciless predator who was also a prey to another predator (what a food chain!). But all is good. No matter what I shall not alli myself to degenerate into a heartless monster who only knew how to tear flesh, spill blood and break bones. I cannot allow my desires to pull me down. I cannot be corrupted by the abyss! My name is Daniel Stark and what I'm about to tell you is a real life horror. I don't know what you call horror or romance or fa Intasy but this story I'm about to tell you, you need to listen attentively and not miss a bit of information. This is my story—one beginning with pain.