pandemonium pressure

***Re-Write In Progress*** ------------------------------------------- Due to being asked by quite a few readers, I am posting this novel in Royal Road as well. It will be posted under my username Darkorb. I will provide the link once my story is approved on the site. ------------------------------------------------ A Soul who became lazy over time has to now try and not die for 25 years before he can go back to his home, where he can be as lazy and not be subjected to more tests and trials. ----------------------------------------------- Tags: No harem(harem sect please go away), System/LitRPG, Slow start. ----------------------------------------------- Please do advise me if you find any logical mistakes, but don't try to enforce your idea into my novel. I appreciate good feedback as all of you can guess English is not my first language. This novel is aimed at a certain target audience. Try to observe and interpret, very closely for any foreshadowing or clues I leave about many things in this novel and connect them like a puzzle before I reveal it to truly enjoy my novel. But do ask me questions and I will answer them. I like people who ask question and talk in my comment section. ---------------------------------------------- A big thanks to dragozx1 for drawing me the cover picture. Check out his page: https://www.fiverr.com/dragozx1/draw-character-designs-in-my-art-style ----------------------------------------------- All my contents are free and will never be locked behind a paywall. That is a promise from me. ----------------------------------------------- Check out the wiki for my novel. Note it was recently created any almost all information is missing from it. I would be glad if some of you could assist me in adding in info. https://pandemonium-of-a-lazy-soul.fandom.com/wiki/Pandemonium_of_a_Lazy_Soul_Wiki

Courage is graceful pressure. If one is courageous enough to try , he/she can do anything. So, the thing that started just with curiosity, changed her life . She became successful but within one night everything crumbled. She was falsely accused and was ripped of her title . So, will she rise again ? will she start everything from 0 ? or will she give up and live quite life ? NO . She will come again and fight back not becoz of revenge but to live respectfully. She won't give up . So, wait and READ, to know what will happen .

***Currently the novel is dropped since the author doesn't have more time to write.*** The story present the life of Jin, an 18 years old boy who doesn’t like humans. One day, he meets a demon and this meeting will change his life forever. He become a dungeon master together with the demon girl he met and together, they will strive to create the strongest dungeon. Jin and Iris (the demon girl) will work together to protect their lives as they create the best dungeon which will become a trial to humanity given by the gods.

The year was 1789, though history would later argue about when the weight truly began to press. At the center of the story is Aiden Srivijaya, masquerading as “Alain,” an unassuming French engineer swept into the Grand Armée’s logistics and reconnaissance efforts. Unbeknownst to the soldiers around him, Aiden inhabits an ancient, preserved body—Nebhet-Still—bound to forces far older than the Revolution or empire. His presence subtly alters events without overturning history: undead do not rise openly to conquer, battles are not decided by sorcery, yet something watches, listens, and waits beneath sand and river. Paris did not erupt. It compressed. Rooms thickened with unspoken fear and hungry hope. Candles bent their flames toward nothing. Windows rattled in still air. Those attuned to such things—the prayer-women, the street augurs, the quietly Aether-Marked—felt it in their bones. Aetheric Pressure had returned to Europe. Far from the shouting crowds, a young Corsican officer studied artillery tables by lamplight. Napoleon Bonaparte did not feel the pressure the way others claimed to. He saw no omens. He heard no voices. What he sensed instead was timing: the moment when hesitation outweighed courage, when momentum could be cut and redirected like a fuse. The Bastille fell beneath cannon fire and rumor alike. In the smoke, something older than kings stirred—not a god, not a spell, but the understanding that force could move history faster than lineage ever had. Across France, voices rose. Resonance orators set crowds vibrating with words that tasted of iron. Aether-Marked burned themselves hollow trying to steer revolutions that refused to be guided. Aether engineers measured the pressure with brass needles and called it reason. Napoleon watched. The Terror came, sudden and absolute. Fear spiked too sharply, and the pressure collapsed in on itself. Magic failed. Instruments cracked. Heads fell. Those who survived learned a lesson no pamphlet could teach: chaos could not be ridden forever. Sometimes it had to be broken. On the 13th of Vendémiaire, the guns spoke plainly. Grapeshot tore through flesh and conviction alike. The air cleared. The pressure dispersed. A republic remained—exhausted, wounded, and desperate for stability. Napoleon did not speak of destiny. He accepted responsibility. War followed him, as it always does. In Italy, armies moved like weather fronts, victories arriving before resistance could thicken. Aetheric influence whispered at the edges of his campaigns—nudged by broken men and delicate machines—but never allowed to lead. Napoleon advanced while others waited for signs. Then came Egypt. The desert did not yield. Beneath the sand lay sovereigns who had never abdicated, bound by solar law and memory older than conquest. When tombs cracked and the Sekhem Eternal rose, Europe’s pressure found no purchase. Cannon fire shattered bone that calmly reformed. Aetheric force slid from sun-etched shields as if ashamed of itself. Napoleon stayed. He learned that empires were not the first rulers of the world—only the loudest. Africa kept its deathless kings. Asia preserved its balance. Across oceans, the dead rose only according to their own laws and legends. Every land shaped pressure in its own image, and punished those who tried to impose another. When Napoleon finally turned his gaze back toward Europe, the world had changed. Not broken. Awakened. History would name him conqueror. Scholars would argue over genius, chance, and fate. Few would grasp the truth: The pressure did not crown Napoleon. He merely learned when to move— and when even the weight of the world must yield. Thus began the Age of Uneven Pressure, not with magic or revolution alone, but with a man who understood that once released, pressure reshapes everything it touches.

Verin was dragged to hell at the age of 17 by two monstrous beings well beyond any power he had encountered. His body, broken, his mind a mess, he was left at deaths door and thrown to his father, who had commissioned this retrieval. He finds solace in his dreams, where a wonderful creature comes to aid him in his suffering. Through these dreams, they become closer: and then all hell breaks loose.

"Your options are, either accept your fate and move on to whatever afterlife awaits you, or come with me and live again." Dying was the best thing that ever happened to Sam. After they died in a swimming pool accident, the 23-year-old gender-fluid person met Alpha 7419, aka Alfie, a transmigration system that recruited them in his mission to save the multiverse. Sounds exciting, right? It was for Sam. Not so much for Alfie, who now had to babysit a troublesome host who seemed far more interested in sleeping around than actually completing their assignments. —Excerpt— "You do remember I can read your thoughts, don't you?" the system asked, his voice cracking nervously, hoping that this pervert would have at least some inkling of shame at being caught in her fantasies. He shouldn't have counted on it. Sam grinned wickedly, clearly delighted. Raising her eyebrows and gazing up at him flirtatiously through her thick lashes, she asked, "Hey, what am I thinking now?" The alpha system's breath caught in his throat, and his eyes went wide. "N-n-no! I wasn't made to function like that!" "I am a highly advanced AI system!" he insisted, furious, and, he had to admit, slightly frightened by the unfamiliar feeling aroused in him by the image of himself panting and crying out as his knuckles whitened from how hard he was gripping the sheets. "Hush," Sam crooned at the flustered AI. She grinned wickedly at her soon-to-be partner. "I won't do anything to you that you aren't begging me for on hands and knees." ***ADULT CONTENT WARNING*** This novel contains explicit materials unsuitable for anyone under the age of 18.

Helheim City, a supernatural city built on top of an artificial island, in this chaotic city a secret society of Blood Hunters Known as DESTINY fights to keep the abnormal peace of the City and prevent the supernatural from spiralling out of control and destroy the world order

Pandora. Pandora was the name of an artificial intelligence singularity engine of the thirtieth century, and its applications were endless. One of them, the full-dive virtual reality massively multiplayer online role-playing game or FDVRMMORPG for short; its name – Pandemonium. Valeif, however, had no interest in it, but she was forced to try it by her little brother Demi; she was hooked. How could she not be when she had a legendary race, a hidden class and an SSS rank job. Legendary Race: Prime Human Hidden Class: The Chosen One Job: Maou (Rank SSS) It was fun to be strong... wouldn't you agree?

When she opened her eyes, she had inexplicably returned to twenty years ago, the first day of the apocalypse escape. "Classmate, you're a Superpower User, right? How about considering joining our special operations squad?" Looking at the man opposite her with sparkling, charming eyes, Xie Ning heartlessly refused: "Thanks, I have a team." "Ah, what team do you have?" "No team." "Right, you're beautiful, so whatever you say is right. How about this, you join our squad, and I will accompany you through wind and rain, and go through fire and water with you to clear dungeons and kill monsters." "Every single day, year after year?" "Mhm! I will work hard to make money, and only for you. How does that sound?" Xie Ning: ... After being reborn, her small Space has turned into a large, mobile villa, and she originally just wanted to live her own quiet little life in peace. Never did she expect to attract such a clingy, devilishly charming man. Question: How does one heartlessly and coldly reject a charmer? Waiting online for an answer, it's quite urgent...

Reborn into the past, Zhao Nuanyue is no longer willing to be morally blackmailed by her so-called relatives and be a puppet at their mercy. She will use her own abilities to protect her younger brother and personally take revenge for her past life. Her benefactor from her past life is in a coma, and she voluntarily becomes a bride to ward off bad luck, becoming his wife. What was a solo fight transforms into a tag-team takedown, crushing those cruel, malicious bitches and scumbags from her past life! That man: "Whoever bullies you, I'll kill them!" That woman: "No need. Just dote on me. I'll take care of trashing the scum myself!"