'A portal opened. We stepped through. We thought it was a way out. A shortcut. A new start. Instead… we got school uniforms, cafeteria drama, and an elite block-themed academy ruled by blocky secrets and pixel-perfect hierarchy.' Roomates [Ahorō: Star-eyed, impulsive, and dangerously allergi...

He’s got no past. No cause. No rules. Just a sword, a bad attitude, and enough raw power to cut a battle tank in half. In a world crawling with twisted bioweapons, corrupted assassins, and a government that doesn’t officially exist, Spark is just trying to get through the day without blowin...

In a world divided by kingdoms and ruled by magical swords, young soldier Aru of Nytherra dreams of honor and purpose. Trained in the arts of war and bound by loyalty, he finds himself at the heart of a growing storm when the exiled Prince Ramsi returns, wielding a corrupted sword and a thirst fo...

It only takes one push, one press for everything to make sense. Sometimes, what we seek is right in front of us, only waiting to be found.

What would you do if you found yourself repeating the same day again and again? A day when something major happened... Would you try to change things? Or would you let things happen as they are by giving up?

A century after the AI ended the Great War, seven blocs live in silence, watched and ruled by the Kingdom Come Protocol. But cracks are forming—glitches in enforcers, criminals falsely condemned, and whispers of the lost eighth bloc. In a world without a hero, truth is dangerous, and survival dem...

A spiritual entity has to write enough songs before he goes to the afterlife.

I pretended to be my sister and went to reject a guy in her place but he turns out to have a secret... Now I don't know what to think about my favorite cutie, how to handle all these feelings, I don't know how to tell my sister, and I'm a total mess.

A guy suddenly finds himself in an apartament without memories of who he is. Further discovering that he is a highschool student, he decides to act like nothing happened to not alarm anybody while trying to learn about his past self and what led him to losing his memories.

I should’ve stayed in bed. That’s what I kept thinking while sprinting through the floating market of Scrap Sector 9 with a half-eaten burrito in one hand and three bounty drones in hot pursuit. “STOP! UNAUTHORIZED LUNCH ACQUISITION!” one of the drones screeched in its wonderfully obnoxious...