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The Art of Machiavellian Mind

Elias Voss has everything — billions, power, a perfect life — but he feels nothing. As a child, he was sold to a secret cult that erased his emotions, trained him to smile while suffering, and turned him into a cold, calculating machine. Now, as a billionaire, he rules the world from the shadows, but his soul is rotting from boredom. One night, in his office high above the city, he sees her — a beautiful young ghost girl, standing outside the window in the rain. No one else sees her. She follows him home. In his mansion, she appears for real. She is a Veil Ghost, a being from the hidden world between life and death. She offers him a blood contract: ghost powers in stages, but each stage will cost him his humanity. Elias agrees. He gains the power to see ghosts, to steal pieces of other people’s souls, to force them to relive their worst memories. He starts using this power to expose the lies of the rich, the fake “heroes,” the fake “lovers,” the fake “saints.” He sees that everyone is rotten, everyone is a hypocrite, everyone is just pretending. But as his power grows, so does his cruelty. He becomes more Machiavellian, more monstrous. He sees people not as humans, but as tools, pawns, or obstacles. He builds a network of pawns, breaks them, and discards them. He fights Veil Lords, cults, and Hunters, not for justice, but for control. In the end, Elias must choose: break the contract and lose all power, becoming a hunted, broken human, or embrace the Veil and become a new kind of Lord — a being of pure control, forever playing his game across all of history. The novel ends not with a clean victory, but with a cycle: Elias, now beyond human, watches from the shadows as a new billionaire, bored and numb, looks up — and sees her. The game never ends.
Eternal_Soul_ · 1.4k Views

The Only Truth in Vaelis

In the ancient kingdom of Vaelis, the crown is heavy, the court is a nest of knives, and the people worship stories more than truth. But behind the throne, in the quiet spaces between smiles and proclamations, a different kind of power is being forged. Lord Cassian Vael is the kingdom’s golden prince — brilliant, kind, and impossibly wise. To the king, he is the only advisor who speaks reason. To the princess, he is the first man who ever truly saw her. To the junior prince, he is the brother he never had. To the world, he is a rare soul: a man who rules not with cruelty, but with calm, with philosophy, with love. But Cassian is not a man of love. He is a man of control. Born with a mind like a scalpel and a heart that does not beat, he sees the world as it truly is: a machine of desire, fear, and lies. He knows that loyalty is conditional, that kindness is the sharpest weapon, and that love is the most perfect form of ownership. And he has spent his life mastering the art of wearing masks so flawlessly that even those who trust him most cannot see the monster beneath. He does not want the throne. He wants to become the truth the kingdom believes in. As famine, war, and rebellion tear Vaelis apart, Cassian moves like a shadow through the palace, shaping crises, breaking wills, and turning even the purest hearts into his puppets. The princess, who loves him with her whole soul, becomes his most beautiful lie. The junior prince, who worships him as a brother, becomes his most loyal blade. The king, who trusts him above all others, becomes his most broken tool. But in a world built on lies, even the liar is not safe. As the princess begins to see cracks in his mask, as the junior prince questions the cost of brotherhood, and as the kingdom starts to whisper of a truth that does not come from the throne, Cassian must decide: how far is he willing to go to remain the only truth in Vaelis? *The Only Truth in Vaelis* is a dark, philosophical epic of power, psychology, and royalty — a story where the greatest crime is not murder, but making someone believe in a lie so perfectly that they thank you for it. It is the rise of a man who does not conquer the world, but reshapes it into his own image, one smile, one word, one perfect lie at a time.
Eternal_Soul_ · 4.6k Views

The Last Child of Belialuin

In a forgotten age, when gods and demons clashed for dominion over the world, the magical city of Belialuin stood apart — a sanctuary of knowledge, neutrality, and unmatched arcane power. But when their greatest prodigy, Merlin, defied both the Demon King and Supreme Deity in pursuit of forbidden truth, Belialuin paid the ultimate price. Betrayed by one of their own, the city was wiped from existence. In a desperate final act, the elders of Belialuin sealed their souls, magic, and legacy into a young girl and sent her into hiding. For 3,000 years, the seal remained dormant — passed silently from generation to generation, waiting for the one who would be worthy. That child has been born. Lucian, a descendant of the ancient bloodline, witnesses his mother's death as a child — an event that awakens the dormant seal and unlocks a terrifying surge of power. As the voices of the Belialuin elders speak within his mind, guiding him toward revenge and legacy, Lucian learns the truth of his origin... and the role he must play in a world already ruled by legend. But fate has cruel plans — for the woman he is destined to hate, Merlin, may become the only person who can understand him... and the one he cannot bring himself to destroy. --- Disclaimer: I do not own The Seven Deadly Sins or any of its original characters, lore, or settings. All rights belong to Nakaba Suzuki and their respective creators. Only the original characters (OC) and added storyline elements belong to me.
Supreme_Deity4000 · 4.7k Views

Chronos Record:Tale of Eternity

Aristotle Thorne has always been a man of relentless curiosity—but only for questions *he* deemed worthy. For over forty years, a single riddle has consumed him: **“Which came first—the chicken or the egg?”** Refusing to trust the internet (“*Half of it’s lies!*”), he never Googled it. He never asked friends, family, or colleagues, fearing their answers would “taint” his pure, independent quest for truth. The question became his secret burden, a solitary obsession he guarded fiercely. Years ago, in a rare moment of youthful openness, he’d whispered the riddle to his young wife, Elara. *Big mistake.* Women, Aris believed, **cannot keep secrets**. And true to his cynicism, Elara—gently, innocently—shared his “private” puzzle. First with her sister. Then at family dinners. Eventually, even their grandchildren debated it over homework. Aris seethed silently, watching his sacred riddle become a family joke. Now, old and bedridden, Aris lies in a sunlit room, his body failing. As death’s shadow lengthens, the chicken-or-egg question surges back—**sharper than ever**. He *knows* the answer now, of course. His wife explained it years ago. His physicist grandson sketched evolutionary biology on a napkin. The internet (which he finally, grudgingly consulted) confirmed it. But the knowledge tastes like ash. *It wasn’t* ***his*** *discovery.* It was handed to him—by relatives, friends, strangers. The truth he’d hunted for decades felt stolen. With only hours left, Aris turns his mind to a new, darker question: **“What comes after death?”** As he ponders this, a low, guttural curse seems to ripple through the room. *“Imagination,”* he scoffs. Then—**CRACK!** A lightning bolt slams into the ancient oak tree outside his open window. The sky is cloudless. Before Aris can react, a second bolt forks downward—not toward the tree, but *toward him*. It bends physics, slicing through the air in a jagged arc. His hair stands on end. Time slows. He feels it coming… **THUD.** Darkness. And in that void, Aristotle Thorne finally faces the ultimate answer—unfiltered, undeniable, and utterly his own.
Prashant_8548 · 1.3k Views

One Piece: Angel Pirates

The previous body's inhabitant is gone. Enel was a weak man who couldn't become strong even after becoming the literal embodiment of Lightning. He didn't even deserve the wings on his back. A tyrant, without a chance to become tyrannical. He was nothing and would be nothing. Khusanov is a man from another world who was facing a dilemma. His mother was from the Ukranian city of Kharkiv, and his father was one of Moscow's born and bred. A man who had never left the city. As a result he had very close ties to both nations and the mess that was their politics. This was why the Russian - Ukranian war weighed heavy on his mind. Ever since he witnessed the dissolution of the Soviet Union he knew Russia would always try to regain that lost power. It was just heartbreaking that the argument of the war was the last "conversation" his well aged parents had before they both passed away. That memory was just another drop of water in the well that was Khusanov's life. Khusanov was a man who had faced difficulties everyday from the moment he gained his school certificates. Enel was a man who had never struggled a day in his life, despite all the wars that consumed Sky Island. A man who could only channel 30 million volts, after 6 years with the lightning fruit? Weak. Pathetic. Khusanov was never going to be that weak. A retired army general of Russia's Soviet Union, can never stomach the thought of that level of wastefulness. So when given the opportunity, this Slavic Otaku took it with both hands. Watch Khusanov become a monster surpassing that of the Yonko, with a crew filled with characters from other anime, molded into the One Piece way of life and battle.
Itachisempai · 114.1k Views