whimsical_clown

"Teacher, you won't hit Liu Mei? Why? Did I do something bad?" "Teacher, did you lose your memories?" "Teacher, you can hit me if that helps bring them back." The two kids standing before him were saying things that made absolutely no sense. But that wasn’t the most shocking part. Had he really just transmigrated into a new world—just like in those stories he used to read? --- Author's Note This is a declaration of speech, I'm but a humble coin-thirsty leech. This tale may shine as a work of art, Or be dismissed as a passing fart. Its heart is comedy, wild and free, Penned with love and sincerity. So let the journey come what may— Castles, spaceships, golden gachapon, I shall not be swayed by fleeting pay, Nor tempted by mere mortal—wealth.

"My only wish was for you to be mine." The knight stood before him, clad in battle-worn armor, her brown hair had turned red with blood. Her voice wavered, not with fear, but with sorrow. And that was how one of the strongest demon generals fell. Yet the man who delivered the final blow felt no honor, no triumph—only guilt. Venzel stared at the dying woman, the one who had once fought beside him, supported him, believed in him. She had always been there, unwavering. And he had never truly seen her—until now, when it was far too late. But fate is cruel, and regret is relentless. A whisper, a curse, a wish. Time bends for those who seek redemption. If you could turn back the hands of fate, would you? Would you risk everything to correct a single mistake? Would you pay the price—no matter how steep? Because love is not a game. It is not something you can fish from a sea of choices. It is a singular thread, and once severed— It may never be mended.

DROPPED.

The Pantheon of gods had fallen. The enslaved had risen, seizing the power once wielded by their gods. But no man would ever be truly satisfied. The cycle begins anew—once family, now reduced to mere tools to generate for more divine power. And so, the question remained: Will the one who shattered the heavens, who freed his kin at the cost of his faith in them, rise once more? Will he, the only being to have challenged the gods and slaughtered them, now take up arms against the new pantheon he unknowingly created? what happens once he's free from his slumber?

Lynn is both blessed and cursed, a man who walks the razor’s edge between mercy and cruelty. To some, he is a savior. To others, a monster. His choices are unfathomable—spare a murderer, slaughter the innocent, tear one family apart while leaving another untouched. "Must you kill the innocent villagers?" "Why did you save the murderer?" "Why my family and not theirs?" Desperation, fury, grief—people beg for answers, for justice, for fairness. But Lynn only chuckles, his gaze sharp and unyielding, amusement flickering beneath his words. "Why? Because I can. And because it’s interesting this way." He plays with fate as though it were a mere game, weaving chaos and order with the same indifferent hand. But even the most controlled game has unforeseen consequences. And when the world starts pushing back—when his choices come for him—will he still walk the tightrope unshaken? Or will he finally stumble?

Haven't thought of yet, just don't read it if you don't want to be disappointed. THIS ONE'S ALSO DROPPED.

Working on the plots, will upload multiple in after I finish the whole. And, mainly, it'll be a new book.

Venzel’s peaceful life as an alchemist was destroyed when Aron, the so-called hero, followed a path that led to the ruin of his family. But Venzel isn’t just a victim—he knows the truth. This world is a novel, and Aron is a reincarnator blindly following its script. Now, Venzel is done playing by the rules. Armed with forbidden knowledge and explosive potions, he’s determined to rewrite the story. Whether it’s sabotaging Aron's destiny or making unlikely allies, Venzel will stop at nothing to take back what was stolen. Can Venzel turn the hero's tale into his own, or will his revenge cost him everything?