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The trinity of Death: The Swordsman of Rolling Heads.

The Trinity of Death: A Dark Fantasy Epic In a world where suicide should have been the end, it became the beginning. Ayronee died by choice—a fall from a rooftop to escape a life of relentless mockery and failure. But death offered no peace. Instead, an angel forced him into a second chance he never wanted: reincarnation in a medieval fantasy world as Hexia, blessed with impossible power and cursed with one unbreakable rule—he can never take his own life again. Eighteen years of training. Three years of emptiness. One massacre that birthed a legend. By eighteen, Hexia has become the "Swordsman of Rolling Heads"—a protector whose perfect horizontal strike, the Guillotine, leaves trails of severed heads across blood-soaked roads. His crimson eyes hold no warmth. His heart feels nothing. He kills fifty bandits in five minutes and walks away as empty as he began, trapped in an existence he cannot escape, waiting for death that will never come. Then she arrives—silver-haired, stubborn, refusing to look away. Sirenia sees what others fear: a man dying inside while his body refuses to stop. She saves him from a bandit attack, and he heals her without knowing it would crack the ice around his heart. For six months, she returns, patient and persistent, slowly teaching him that surviving isn't the same as living. That emptiness isn't peace. That maybe—just maybe—being forced to exist might become choosing to live. But the past never stays buried, and destiny has other plans. When childhood friend Lhoralaine reappears with her manipulative lover Fred, Hexia's fragile healing shatters. One tavern confrontation. One execution. One rolling head. And suddenly, the world learns what happens when the Swordsman's mercy runs dry. Then angels and demons descend, and everything changes. Fred's death wasn't just murder—it was the key that broke ancient seals imprisoning six god-like monsters called Ancients. In six years, the first will rise: Ignarok, the Eternal Flame, who will turn continents to ash. Every six years after, another awakens. If all six rise, the Primal Ancient returns—and existence itself ends. Six heroes marked by divine blessing. Six elements to master. Six years until apocalypse. Hexia, Sirenia, and Lhoralaine must find four more heroes across four continents—each marked with a hexagram, each wielding an Ancient's element, each carrying their own trauma. From the void-wielding dwarven princess Nerissa to heroes yet unknown, they must forge a team from broken people and prepare for battles that will likely kill them all. This is not a story about chosen ones who wanted to be heroes. This is about a suicidal man forced to save a world he doesn't care about. About two women fighting for the heart of someone who's forgotten how to love. About finding reasons to live when living is agony. About whether healing is possible when the wounds run soul-deep. The Ancients are waking. The mark burns. The clock counts down. In a world where heads will roll and gods will bleed, six damaged souls must answer one question: Can those who've lost everything find something worth fighting for before existence ends? --- "Heads will roll. Hearts will break. But maybe—just maybe—broken things can still save the world." The Trinity of Death: Where psychological depth meets epic fantasy. Where trauma meets destiny. Where the question isn't whether you're strong enough to fight—it's whether you're strong enough to keep living.
Jhunzkie_Rakabuba · 31.8k Views

A Random in Re:Zero

What would happen if someone else took Subaru's place in the story? What would his path, his decisions, and his relationship with the characters be like? Would he have more power or intelligence than Subaru? Would he choose the same route, take an alternative path, or do exactly the same thing? Could he endure the HELL of being an RBD user without breaking his mind? At twenty-one years old, Leandro is summoned into the world of Re:Zero kara Hajimeru Isekai Seikatsu. He knows the story because he watched the anime (and is in a Facebook group where novel spoilers are posted), but he doesn't know as much as he should. To add to his problems, his physical condition is poor-not terrible, but poor. He's chubby, and the little he knows about self-defense is what he learned from a boxing class he took as a teenager (he was the most one-handed in the group). He doesn't excel at anything, nor does he have any useful qualities, unless overthinking and speaking in synonyms no one uses fall into that category. Author's Note: This story is based on and inspired by the original novel by Tappei Nagatsuki, credits due to him. Author's Note x2: Priscilla best girl. Translation note: In case you're not familiar with this story, it's originally written in Spanish. This was primarily done using Google Translate, with some manual edits and corrections by me, as I have a moderate level of English. Please bear with me if there are many spelling and typos.
WrittingShet · 443.8k Views

Tensura: A Hero Out of Place: Reinhard in Tensura

The sky above Lugnica had already split once that day—but this tear was different. Reinhard van Astrea stood alone at the edge of a shattered plain, his sword drawn but unmoving. Across from him, the enemy smiled—a being that did not belong to his world. Its body flickered like a broken reflection, as if reality itself rejected its existence. “You can’t win, Sword Saint,” it said softly. “Not against something that exists between worlds.” Reinhard didn’t respond. He simply stepped forward. The ground cracked beneath his feet as he moved, faster than sound, faster than thought. His blade shone with divine protection, cutting through the air in a single, perfect strike. The enemy raised a hand— —and space bent. The sword met not flesh, but a fracture. Light twisted inward, spiraling into a point that shouldn’t exist. Reinhard felt it instantly: a distortion not governed by mana, nor by any blessing he knew. His instincts screamed, but he didn’t retreat. Instead, he pressed forward. If the enemy was beyond the rules of this world, then he would simply cut beyond them. The moment his blade touched the distortion, everything broke. There was no sound. No light. No ground beneath his feet. Reinhard floated in a void that pulsed like a living thing. Colors he couldn’t name surged past him, accompanied by whispers in a language older than memory. His body resisted the pull, his blessings activating one after another—protection against magic, against curses, against dimensional interference. Yet this was none of those things. Then, suddenly— Gravity returned. He landed on soft grass. A breeze passed through the field, carrying the scent of something unfamiliar—dense, rich, almost overwhelming. Reinhard stood upright immediately, scanning his surroundings. The sky was clearer here, but the air itself felt… thicker. Not with mana. With something else. He sheathed his sword slowly. For the first time in a long while, Reinhard allowed a small, curious smile. “Then I suppose my duty remains the same.” He took a step forward. “In any world—protect those who cannot protect themselves.” This is heavily inspired by another fanfic on this site "As Reinhart Van Astrea in Tensura World" go check it out if you haven't already.
Zwolf_6 · 3.3k Views