Don Nadie

Artis Hardy felt a sharp, searing pain on his cheek as his wife slapped him hard. Sophia, his loving wife, screamed at him in fury. "You beggar! I don't know I had mercy on you and married a scum like you! A man who can't even pay for his daughter's hospital is good for nothing, just like a worm of a gutter." At this moment, their three-and-a-half-year-old daughter, Eva, was lying on the hospital bed, suffering from a rare illness that ravaged her tiny body. They had spent all their savings and gone into debt, investing in her medical care while doctors tried and failed to find a cure for her. Artis walked out of the hospital and smiled bitterly. He had once dreamed of supporting his family and his love, but life had slapped him hard in the face. He lifted his head and took two deep breaths as if he had made up his mind. He took out his phone and scrolled down to a certain contact. After hesitating for a while, he tapped the call button and said, “Lend me some money.” “Sure, no problem. Just sign the papers, and I’ll send you everything you need.”

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?

When the game becomes reality, can a champion survive? Marco Rossi was the War God—undefeated champion of Sky Game. Then the screen went black, and he woke up bleeding in a forest, trapped in the body of Derek, a despised half-orc left for dead. "You're trash, half-breed! Your kind shouldn't exist!" In a world where warriors are mocked as worthless cannon fodder, Marco makes an impossible choice: embrace the weakest class. When divine light marks him as the first warrior in a millennium to receive the War God's true blessing, everything changes. "Impossible," the knight captain whispers, watching his unbreakable armor shatter. "Nothing at Level 1 can—" But Marco knows something they don't. He remembers the real warrior techniques—the devastating combos, the forgotten skills that once made warriors supreme. "Warriors aren't weak," Marco says quietly, his training sword at the knight's throat. "They never were. You've just been fighting broken shadows of what we're supposed to be." Now he must prove the impossible: that the most mocked profession can become the most feared. The War God has returned. And he's only Level 1.

Jay, a 30-year-old man, lived a life everyone envied—the CEO’s only son, the life of every party, the very picture of confidence. But behind the laughter was a man unloved by his own blood. When he was kidnapped, tortured, and left broken, Jay thought his suffering had reached its end. But fate wasn’t done with him yet. On the night he escaped—bleeding, desperate, and driving for his life—a crash ended it all. Until he opened his eyes again. Reborn as a younger version of himself in a world where titles, bloodlines, and destinies intertwine, Jay no longer seeks fame or perfection. This time, he just wants to live honestly—to be accepted and loved for who he truly is. But fate whispers something impossible: “Prince, you’re special… you were born to have two mates.” One kneels before him, saying, “I don’t swing both sides… but if it’s you, my prince—” The other gazes up, trembling, “My prince… please, let me carry your child.” In this second life, will Jay—the Omega Prince—finally receive the love he was denied in his past? Or will destiny once again turn love into tragedy?

"Honey... Where have you been? Can you help me?" Glenn asked his wife; his body was completely paralyzed. "Don't 'honey' me, Glenn. I'm fed up with all this pretense. Why are you so stubborn? It would have been easier if you died in yesterday's accident..." Amber snapped, glaring at him, visibly frustrated. Glenn was surprised by his wife's words, and then Jason, his business partner, suddenly appeared and warmly embraced his wife. Glenn's world immediately crumbled. What betrayal cuts deeper than discovering those closest and dearest are the perpetrators? Glenn Smith knows it all too well. The revelation of his wife, Amber, deceiving him, fostering a secret love with Jason—his colleague—and Ethan not being his biological son but a product of their affair, shattered Glenn's world. The very individuals he lifted from poverty and elevated status stabbed him in the back. Yet, a life-threatening accident thrusts Glenn back in time to when he first encountered this deceitful duo; he seizes a second chance. Once a naive, unsuspecting man, Glenn now vows to metamorphose into someone unrecognisable, someone ready to retaliate against them!

Franklin's poisoned hands touched the wall, and immediately, the snake-like venom with which his hands decorated crawled up the walls. Tightening itself over the blocks, making the little crumbles gather on the forest floor, dying along with everything around it, Franklin watched as his poison worked on the walls. “Stop, this is unlike you. You can always change yourself,” said a voice that Franklin did not acknowledge at first. “You don't know me. I was born for domination and conquering.” He said as though he was trying to convince himself. “You are a giver of life. What gives you the right to think like that?” The female's voice was angry now. She emerged from the trees to stand before him. “I am a feeder of light, nothing more. I will conquer all who thought I was weak,” Franklin said, seething with anger now looking at who it was. “You think you're so bold, follow me and let's find out,” Lily said as she started running the opposite way. She aimed to let him come jolting out of his reverie, and if she tried all, then so be it. With a growling snarl, Franklin stopped forcing the walls to come down and took off after Lily. He had the mission to eliminate her once and for all.

“I’m not here to stay her bestie, Aiden. I came back to New York to marry her.” Wesley slips a card from his pocket, holding it out like it’s radioactive. “This is me being generous. There’s a hundred thousand dollars loaded on it. Take it. Go home, pack your things, and disappear. I’ll tell everyone you left because life got too hard.” Aiden stares. Not at the money—he could buy a hundred of those cards without blinking—but at the audacity. Because if Wesley knew who he really was… He’d be the one begging to disappear. **** By day, Aiden is the fool. The humble househusband with a dish towel slung over his shoulder, humming as he mops floors, checks the stew, and gets barked at by his in-laws like he’s less than nothing. Everyone thinks he’s soft. Gullible. Replaceable. But by night? He becomes the man the city's richest fear. In a dark room filled with shadows and smoke, he gives orders—orders that no billionaire, no politician, no enemy dares question. They call him sir. But to his wife’s family? He’s still just the broke son-in-law. They don’t know the game they’re playing. Yet.

"Welcome to CosmoMart. We are technically closed, but for you, we’ll make a painful exception." Elian just wanted a quiet shift, a meager paycheck, and some sleep. But the universe had other plans: dropping a Zombie Apocalypse right when he clocked in four minutes late. Trapped inside a Jakarta convenience store with a micromanaging boss and a wise-cracking parking attendant, Elian accidentally triggers a mysterious System after a freak lightning accident. Now, he is a living generator, and his store is the only lit beacon in a city of darkness. But surviving the end of the world is complicated when your teammates fear a Stock Audit more than the flesh-eating monsters outside. Mr. Hendra (The Manager): "Don't kill the zombie in Aisle 3! You’ll get blood on the premium diapers! Think of the inventory value!" Rico (The Parking Guy): "Boss, do I charge these zombies an hourly rate or a flat fee for parking their carcasses on the asphalt?" *The System: [WARNING: Instant Noodle Stock Critical. Riot Probability: 99%.] This isn't a story about a hero saving the world. This is the story of a night-shift clerk forced into "mandatory overtime" to slaughter monsters, manage logistics, and climb the corporate ladder from Intern Cashier to the CEO of the Apocalypse. Read now before the stock runs out!

He was running through the thick, dark forest surrounded by nothing, but danger and right now he was being hunted. Rushing along the path while holding on to a delicate armament, ain’t a joke but, when it’s something you risked it all for, it’s worth it. "Don’t let him get out of sight!” A shout echoed through, that nearly shuddered him. He was fast, but he had to take the lead, being caught by the soldiers meant nothing but trouble. After entering a denser region of the forest, he used one of his exclusive skills. ‘Stealth’, and he vanished. “What the hell? Where did he go! Find him!” He could see those soldiers conversing from a few branches above. Climbing that fast certainly helped him well. Now he had to wait for them to scatter away, which they did in just a while allowing him to escape. Entering a castle certainly proved to be a difficult task, but to him, it was just a daily routine. He walked right through the castle halls and entered a seemingly familiar room. “Alas! finally, there’s no one on my back!” He thought, letting out a sigh of relief he entered the room but was caught off-guard as he was pinned by a girl, young and beautiful but rather stronger than him. “Got you, Prince!”

The dying star pulsed, it’s heart on the verge of collapse. Twelve figures, cloaked in unimaginable power, stood amidst its final throes. On one side, six beings (the angels) blazed with light so intense, it dwarfed the star's dying brilliance. Across from them, five figures (the demons)exuded a chilling darkness, a black hole's silent hunger, their very presence accelerating the star's demise. And in the center of this cosmic ballet of light and shadow, stood Reaper. He seemed to absorb the dying star's essence, his form cloaked in a darkness deeper than any of the others, a living embodiment of the star's final, terrible scream. But then, the things discussed were by no means simple, the fate of the world was resting on their soundless star toppling discussion. The intensity of the conversation loomed above the star like an omen of death, accelerating it's death even further. Suddenly, the figure in the middle broke the sacred rule, yelling in a language that speaks for all, his voice was like the rushing of a mighty wind. I Reaper, will dethrone and destroy that God, make him pay for neglecting us all and if you don't join me, you will all suffer the same fate. The faces of the angels and demons -a vortex of light and darkness- went grim as they moved to strike down the tyrannical being. But before they could, Reaper, the demon of death and chaos was gone. Our story...begins here.