Mind-bending

Desmond is just another broke nursing student, trying to balance survival with his hidden passion—programming. Out of sleepless nights and a mind restless with possibility, he builds something extraordinary: a program he calls The Algorithm. At first, it’s a harmless tool, predicting the outcomes of football matches with eerie precision. But soon, it begins to do more. The Algorithm starts reaching beyond sports, predicting reality itself—betrayals, crimes, murders—before they happen. What seemed like Desmond’s way out of poverty quickly becomes a curse. His friendships fracture, loyalties twist, and the wrong people begin to take notice. A mysterious figure known only as The Arbiter circles closer, determined to control the program at all costs. As danger closes in, Desmond is forced into a relentless struggle: should he profit from the knowledge, destroy the creation that defines him, or fight to protect it from those who would use it for darker purposes? But one question haunts him most—if the future can be predicted, can it ever be changed?

Dean is desperately searching for the women she loves who disappeared three years ago without saying a word and that leave him completely nothing. He has a power, popularity and money that anything can buy yet at the end of the day he felt lonely. He thought that having a short break or cool off with her will clear his mind and put thing of what is important. Now he knows already what is important and must pay a price. He is paying every pain, sadness and agony until he can't stand it anymore. The worst thing is even if you can't stand the feelings, you still have to go through it all. Every year of the month as the days pass and every minute of hours as seconds beat on the clock. Then Rhianne suddenly walked into his life again when he least expecting it. Now Dean swore on his tenth generation that he will do everything to make her stay. Can he really make her stay?

Scot has been struggling in his marriage to Tarius' daughter, Jane. His wife and in-laws has made him feel small and unworthy, constantly belittling him. In a moment of desperation, Scot takes a job from his close friend, but after a week of serving as a cleaner at the company, he discovers that his wife has been cheating on him with his friend. Scot is outraged and feel betrayed by everyone around him. He has no support, and instead, they insult him for remaining faithful to his wife and trusting her. But little did Scot know his new-found fortune would come with a dark twist. As he basked in the riches that now surrounded him, a question lingered in the back of his mind: At what cost did this fortune come? What price would he have to pay for his new life? Could he really trust those who had wronged him, even as they pleaded for forgiveness? And could he truly be happy, knowing what he had learned about his wife and his friend?

His status as a disciple of Helma Tilcott, the only healer in the Lanshire Kingdom possessing the rare healing zhenqi, had brought Marc Belmont no advantage at all. From the start, few believed he could ever become her heir; no matter how diligently he tried to absorb her teachings or practice her skills, everything seemed to vanish from his mind as if it had never been there. Years of effort appeared to have been in vain, and Marc began to question if he was truly meant for this life. One day, a group of messengers arrived from the city of Cammont, their mocking words cutting through the air as they demanded he follow them. “I’m not interested,” Marc replied flatly, his voice devoid of the hesitation it once carried. “Ungrateful! Is this how you treat someone who raised you?” The messengers clenched their fists, anger burning in their eyes as they rushed toward him. Marc's lips curled into a confident smirk. “Those days are long gone. You clearly have no idea who you're dealing with.”

O Bored Prowler of the white pages stained in dark ink. Do ye tire and lose interest in the scrolls of endless writers that tell the dry tales of Systems? Of modern men who traverse through time and space to arrive in fantastical worlds where they achieve naught but baseless journeys? Of tasteless worlds with no intrigue, failing to grasp thy mind? If that be the case, hearken unto me, O Prowler! Let me appeal to thy desire for adventure and darkness, bringing thee into the world of LEASTRIA, where ye shall follow the story of foul men born from distorted shadow! Where selfish Stars toy with fate from their Odd Demesnes! Where the Enlightened, the Sorcerers, the Cradlers and the Genuine Accursed roam and rend the Sheltered Lands with their obscene lust and greed! Where ye shall follow the story of the Cursed Child as he seeks ‘The Bringing’ and rises from meagrehood to significance under thy eyes. Hearken unto my voice and begin this tale, if ye fear not to prowl in Mythology. Do ye dare, O Prowler, to be lost in true Fantasy? ---------------- I will be posting this story on Royal Road under the name Shade Arjuun

In the mystical land of Tribal, where ancient legends breathe and folklore walks, balance is sacred—and power is deadly. Four primal forces rule this realm, each so volatile that no one can wield more than one without being consumed. But when Alkan, a stranger from another world, appears holding all four, the balance shatters. His body is breaking. His mind is slipping. And the very fabric of the Tribal Lands trembles in his wake. To survive, Alkan must embark on a perilous journey across realms and dimensions to find the only artifact capable of containing the storm within him. But time is running out. The White Palace, seeing him as the reincarnation of their long-lost king, wants to bind him to a throne. Meanwhile, an ancient war between mythical creatures threatens to spill into the mortal realm he once called home. Torn between a destiny he never asked for and powers that could destroy him, Alkan must navigate treacherous alliances, unravel forbidden prophecies, and battle those who seek to control or kill him. The apocalypse is coming—and only a man destined to be torn apart can hold it back.

If you win a girl's trust, you earn money. But if that trust is broken... the penalty is harsh like being turned into a girl for 7 days. Li Chan, an orphan, had been with his girlfriend, Liya, for seven years. She was his only light in a dark world until she betrayed him for the young master of the powerful *Song Hao Group*. Heartbroken and shattered, Li Chan had lost all hope in life... That's when a mysterious voice echoed in his mind “Activating: The Supreme Girlfriend Making System.” The rules were simple, yet brutal: * Earn money by gaining a girl's trust. * At 100% trust, unlock unique and powerful special skills. * But beware if the trust drops even slightly... suffer strange and humiliating penalties. Now, armed with this bizarre system and a heart craving redemption Li Chan sets out on a new path. To build trust. To gain power. To master love and betrayal. His new goal? To rise above them all and become the Supreme Harem God. *Let the twisted game of hearts begin.*

In a world that worships the sky, mass is a mortal sin. For nineteen years, Kai Arden was mocked as the "Gravity-Well Cripple" of the floating Seven Clouds Sect. While elite geniuses cultivated weightlessness to dance among the stars, Kai’s "broken core" did the opposite-absorbing energy inward, packing his marrow with unyielding density, and tethering him to the mud. Deemed useless ballast ahead of a grand ascension ritual, the Sect Elders ruthlessly throw him off the edge of the floating mountain, laughing as he plummets toward certain death. But they didn't purify the sky. They just dropped an anvil. Awakening at terminal velocity, Kai’s core collapses into a primordial cosmic anchor of infinite density. He doesn't need to fly. Armed with a cynical mind and a ravenous hunger for raw metal, he learns to force the heavens to fall toward him. From shattering three-ton vault doors to crushing elite wind-walkers with a single glance, Kai begins a brutal descent into the realm of sovereignty. The arrogant rulers of the sky think they sit out of reach...but the ground has finally come to claim its debt.

"Look at yourself, Caleb. You smell like grease and poverty. You are an absolute disgrace. We are over." "You were the perfect stepping stone. You paid her bills, fed her, and polished her up just enough so she could catch a billionaire's eye. Good job, peasant." For four long years, Caleb starved himself and worked three exhausting factory jobs to pay for his girlfriend's college tuition. But on her graduation day, she ruthlessly dumped him for a billionaire heir, leaving Caleb beaten and bleeding in a rainy alleyway. But as he lay in the dirt, a cold, robotic voice echoed inside his mind, bringing an absurd, terrifying power: [Negative Emotion Spending System Activated. Initial Funds: $100,000,000.] The rules are simple: He gets a hundred million dollars every single day—but he can only spend it to drive his enemies into absolute ruin. High society thought they could step on anybody... but they are about to find out what happens when a slum rat gets limitless wealth and a desire for revenge.

When a research expedition vanishes without a trace on a remote Pacific island, ex-soldier Kael Rynor is recruited for the rescue mission. Haunted by visions of ruins, rituals, and a voice calling his name, Kael thinks he’s losing his mind — until the island begins to respond to him. Storms shift when he dreams. Ancient symbols flare at his touch. And beneath the jungle roots, something ancient stirs — something that remembers him. As the team descends into the island’s labyrinth of ruins, they uncover the remnants of a forgotten civilization and the dark secret that destroyed it. Kael’s fragmented memories begin to return, revealing a terrifying truth: he isn’t just connected to the island. He was once its guardian — and the one who sealed away the entity now trying to escape. Now the line between memory and reality blurs. The survivors turn against him, the island burns, and the thing buried beneath begins to wake. To save what’s left, Kael must face the echoes of who he once was… Even if it means sealing himself away forever.