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The Strategist Who Was Built to Destroy all Dimensions

In Vexum, the Dimension of War Mathematics, every conflict is an equation and every emotion is a weakness. Kael Ashenvane was taken at age three and raised inside the Strategium, a windowless pyramid where children are forged into living weapons of pure strategy. By seventeen, he was the youngest operative ever certified. He was perfect. Precise. Obedient. He was also never supposed to find the anomaly. When Kael discovers that Vexum's conflicts are being engineered from outside his dimension, his own institution turns on him and throws him into a world where intellect means nothing and his body isn't strong enough to be seen. Stripped of everything, he discovers Severance, a power system that lets you sacrifice pieces of yourself for abilities beyond mortal limits. A memory. A sense. An emotion. The more you give up, the stronger you become. But Kael has something no one else does. He can see probability. Not guess it. Not model it. See it. Every outcome, every percentage, every shifting odd laid bare in real-time. Where others sever blindly and hope, Kael sees exactly what each sacrifice will cost and what it will yield before he ever makes the cut. He trades less of himself for more power than should be possible. "Every outcome has a number. I just have to find the one worth betting on." There's one problem. Someone engineered his entire life to put him on a path toward a specific Severance pattern. One that, if completed, would erase every dimension in existence. Kael wasn't raised to be a strategist. He was built to be a bomb. Now, hunted across twenty-seven dimensions by factions that want to use him, control him, or kill him, he has to do the one thing no equation can solve: Choose who he wants to be.
Rugzy · 6.4k Views

[Romance] Lord Black Dragon Still Hasn't Hatched Today

Jasmine received "shocking" news: she had to marry the Dragon Ghost as his wife. But in exchange, after the marriage, she would inherit the entire estate, subjects, and territory of her husband. Jasmine was overjoyed: "Is there such a sweet deal in this world?" On the wedding day, she dressed up sharply and stepped into the magnificent cathedral, casting an affectionate glance toward her future partner. And then she saw... a Dragon Egg. The majestic Dragon Ghost was nowhere to be seen; there was only an egg lying there all by itself. Inventory of assets: A dilapidated castle, with drafty winds blowing in from all directions. Subjects: Three hundred skin-and-bone slaves who, at first glance, looked like walking skeletons about to collapse from hunger. Territory: A dead land spanning ten thousand square kilometers around the Dragon Valley, so desolate that "dogs eat stones and chickens eat pebbles." Jasmine knew she had fallen for the scam of the century, but unfortunately, the knights who escorted Jasmine here had long since "whipped their horses and vanished," running away a long time ago. An old butler, so aged he could barely walk, tremblingly stepped forward, waiting for the new Lord's instructions: "My Lord..." Jasmine held the "egg-husband" in her arms, and her rational nerves snapped: "I have land and people, could I really let myself starve to death?" Putting words into action, Jasmine rolled up her sleeves and officially embarked on the path of tilling the soil to get rich. Many years later. A strange town suddenly appeared on the mainland, rumored to be obscenely wealthy. From that place flowed exquisite fabrics, pure white porcelain, and sparkling jewelry... Anyone who had ever set foot there could not help but exclaim in amazement, while wandering poets competed to compose poems praising that prosperity until their throats were sore. A certain greedy King became overcome with avarice and brought a massive army, intending to seize the town for his own. The result? They were treated to the sight of a giant dragon descending from the sky to "pay them a visit."
Ngọc_Trần_3827 · 131.9k Views

RCW: Real Cultivation World

I only publish this novel on ScribbleHub and Webnovel. If you see it on any other website, it has been reposted without my permission. ... Immortality sounds glorious—right up until you’re the one still standing at the family altar while everyone else turns to names on wood... and Elian found it in the hard way. This isn’t the quick-breakthrough kind of world. Pills spoil. Talismans smudge. The sect counts spirit stones before it counts favors. Years go by between small steps, and every step costs something. Elian has a cheat—but only with a bit of advantages, survival is uncertain, and the harsh realities of immortality come to life. He grows up in a cultivation clan where “family” means both shelter and competition. As he lives longer, he starts outlasting the people who taught him how to hold a sword. And what of the tired trope of men endlessly pursuing women? Why not flip the script? Why can’t the so-called “righteous female ancestor” seek out younger male cultivators—not for schemes, but out of genuine love or even because she's captivated by his youthful charm? No heaven-defying bloodline. No instant power-ups. Just a patient, clever cultivator learning where to bend and where to bite. This story was born out of my deep fascination with xianxia and cultivation novels—a genre I’ve devoured for years. But as I read, one question kept lingering in my mind: what would a true cultivation world look like? For years, I’ve been asking myself these questions while consuming cultivation stories, and now, I’ve written this story to discover the answers. Because it draws inspiration from so many xianxia novels, I’ve decided to place it in the fan fiction section. (I will use chinese names and a bit of western elements) No system.
Davidinos_9 · 58.9k Views