Seo Moon Jo

On the night of Kael Draven’s birth, the skies split in two. The moon turned blood-red, the Veil of Aegis—the sacred barrier protecting the kingdom of Eryndor—shattered, and demons poured into the realm, slaughtering thousands. His mother died in childbirth, and the High Hierophant Malrick, leader of the Sanctum of Luminar, declared the newborn child the source of the calamity. From that moment, Kael was branded the “cursed child,” a walking omen of doom. His noble family disowned him, his name erased from their records, while his younger brother Aelric was exalted as the chosen heir. Kael grew up in chains, spat upon by peasants and nobles alike, humiliated in public festivals, and treated as less than a dog. His only friend was Fang, a scarred stray dog who shared his pain. Yet fate had other plans. During the grand trial, where Kael was condemned to die by being devoured by a monstrous beast in the royal arena, the curse mark on his body ignited. A fading celestial spirit, Elyndra, bonded with him, and his soul unlocked the Eclipse Codex, a divine system hidden within the mark. What the world called a curse revealed itself as a path to power. Despised by all, betrayed by blood, and hunted by the temple, Kael will rise from scorned trash to savior of Eryndor. The curse they fear is the only hope of salvation against Umbraxis, the Eternal Hunger—the primordial evil sealed at Kael’s birth, now stirring once again.

They also say that force rests in the flesh. That energy that travels along veins, pivoting a huge amount of him as a member of it is even of a more primeval nature. At night in the silver woods the moon will shed its light. Shadows will wildly flare, and deep from the sewers of frozen streets will be heard Kaiju making eerie violent noises like thunder blaring in the distance. To Farouk it has come: those scary rings in his ear as he sleeps, while he isn't being addressed. The flames of all elements slither around his fingertips. In his blood the water that engulfs him. The intense anger that chokes around his heart as earth rumbles. Gloria far ahead of the level of towers is seen by those, exactly at the place where eyes glow like stars and skin glistens. As a confidential asset, they have a Minecraft verse, with want for their power. The glorious Tournament of Kaiju is something that people with lofty status and blood have as a reason to betray their fellow man. It will be a great hurt to them because of this. This so-called sport is definitely not to be termed a game, but an occultic oath that slices through the globe. Plus, the image of Colonel Edeagwu is portrayed by primeval spirits. This fact places a consultancy with old symbols and precious items while it's coerced with spectres of foreign nature. As the wheels are still progressing, the doors are yet to open. Flourishing bonds will break, when the words of the world shall rise, alongside when they'll die.

Reborn on another planet far outside of the nearest Galactic Empire that was searching for our Hero. His existence already breaks the very fabrics of space and all of creation, yet he sent through to experience another whirlpool of life-threatening problems before the actual problems were dealt with. The Hero originally passes away to be sent forward centuries into the future to awake in the body of the ailing Galactic Empires Crown Prince who shortly passed away before took over the body. From that moment forward, the hero did everything in their power to lead their empire as the Crown Prince, with the belief the new life meant something big, instead all his work was for nought and his own Imperial Familys internal problems caused his downfall and exile as a traitor. Having escaped with the last project he had worked on as the Crown Prince which would have solved many of the issues the Empire faced and helped create a unified Council that controls the Empires within space, instead his sibling’s greed got him killed and reborn once again, this time in the past. Back in a body similar to his old one with the knowledge of the far future and bound with a Primordial System that could make the moon a Death Star and help him create his own fleet of clone troopers with space wizards. He could also recreate the pillars of the old Gods and recreate the Mountain of Olympus and Asgard to serve him. Both on Earth and in Space as the Hero summons legends of anime, video games, science fiction and Humanities perseverance to fight beside him and build a Galactic Empire that cannot be rivalled among the stars… . .. ... https://discord.gg/JCfhhpDp3X

On a moon where everyone discards their past, some secrets refuse to stay buried. ​Noctis Reach, Level 1313. Amidst the thick acid smog and the ruthless reign of armed cartels, The Garage stands as an anomaly. It is nothing more than a humble scrap yard, and L is just a mechanic who prefers fixing engines over talking. But for the smugler, street kids, hoverbike racers, and bounty hunters who gather there, the grease-scented workshop is a sanctuary. A home. ​No one knows that beneath the lead-lined foundations of The Garage, L has buried a bloody past. He is a remnant of a fallen Order—the former apprentice of a Veilbound who once cloaked himself in black and hunted the assassins of the Imperium Nexus to the very brink of his sanity. ​He swore never to ignite his Arcblade again. He was finally making peace with the light side. ​But peace is a luxury in this galaxy. When a piece of salvaged scrap accidentally transmits a passive signal to the Imperium Nexus network, the shadows L left behind come knocking. An Eclipse Agent descends upon the streets of Noctis Reach, bringing death and ash, hunting for the source of the signal hidden right beneath their feet. ​To protect his new family from slaughter, L must plunge back into the darkness he has fought so hard to avoid. Igniting his weapon means bringing a war to the front doors of The Garage. But if he does nothing, everyone he cares about will perish. ​A single strike of the blade will start it all. The question is: can L end this hunt without losing his soul all over again?

In a land shrouded in mystical aura, where the very air tingles with the power of cultivation, a lone figure walks down a desolate road. Li Wuji, a hunter from the small town of Blue Carp County, finds himself lost in the vast wilderness of the Qianlong Province. He has been on a journey for weeks, driven by a burning desire for revenge against those who wrongfully imprisoned him in the dreaded Black Temple. As he wanders aimlessly, Li Wuji is drawn into a world of intrigue and danger. He soon discovers that his freedom is short-lived as the Six Sects, the most powerful and feared groups of cultivators on the continent, have set their sights on him. They are after a priceless treasure that he possesses, and will stop at nothing to get it. In his quest for revenge, Li Wuji journeys through the most treacherous places in the land. From the Sunken City, where the souls of the lost haunt the murky waters, to the Twilight Plains, where the shadows come alive and dance in the moonlight. He braves the Shadowy Forest, where the trees whisper secrets and the creatures lurking within are more than mere beasts. He crosses the vast expanse of the Pearl Lake, where the tranquil surface hides a deep and ancient magic. Along the way, Li Wuji encounters fierce creatures like Golden Lion and the Emerald Dragon, and mystic beings like the Moon Bear and the Shadow Lynx. He also meets other sects, some of which offer their aid, while others seek to hinder his progress. As he travels, Li Wuji's story will be whispered among the cultivators and ordinary folk alike. His name evokes a either sense of praise or disgust, for he is the hunter who dared to challenge the Six Sects

"Mother," I opened my eyes. Everything around me is a haze. I gazed at the candlelight. It was wobbling from side to side. I noticed a woman seated near me, but everything was fuzzy. I heard a voice unexpectedly. It was a woman's voice, echoing in my ear. She was singing a low-toned lullaby. "Mother, is it you?" I heard my name, "Maxilin, I am here." "Mother," I said with a tremble in my voice. I have no idea what's wrong with me. I reached out cautiously to touch her, but she was out of my reach. "Where are you, mother?" "Oh, my beloved, try to hold me, come here, " "Mother," Maxilin tried to stand up, but he was too weak. Maxi narrowed his eyes in an effort to see her face clearly, but he couldn't because everything was fuzzy. A woman in a white outfit moved in front of his sight. Maxi took a few steps forward while still gripping the chair. "Mother, don't leave," he murmured, dizzily. As he said, he saw in his fuzzy vision that someone had opened the door. "Mother, please don't leave me," Maxilin pleaded. He let go of the chair's hold and dashed behind her. "Mother, don't leave me. Wait." In his frail state, he shouted and followed her. "Huf". In the middle of his path, he stopped. "Mother, you've left me here alone," "Maxi," he heard the voice unexpectedly. Maxi glanced up and looked around. It's all clear now, but he's stuck in the midst of the woods. He gazed up at the sky. A giant moon was staring at him, and a horde of deadly, voracious creatures were roaring around him. "Son," someone touched his shoulder, he looked back, saw a terrifying creature standing in front of him. "Hello, dear."