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Zet was once a kind and hopeful young man with dreams like anyone else. His demon blood, however, made him the target of constant suspicion and rejection. Over time, the pain of injustice broke him, turning what was once a quest for justice into a downward spiral of cold, calculated violence. His morality eroded with every kill, and eventually, he no longer fought for a cause—he simply became what others always accused him of being: *a monster*.

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It has been two years since Mothra sacrificed herself to save Goji from King Ghidorah’s assault, giving Goji the time to muster her strength to defeat the invading Kaiju. You spent your time after this final battle searching for her egg, knowing she would one day be reborn. In the untouched haven of the jungles of South East Asia, there you found Mothra’s egg, in a hidden temple. Eight months later, thunder crashes overhead. The monsoon rains part for a moment as the sky glows gold. From the carved stone dais of the temple, the egg begins to hum, pulsing with inner light. Cracks fracture its surface like stained glass, and a wave of cleansing light bursts out. She emerges. Humanoid in form, towering and radiant, her wings unfurl first—gold and brown, glowing with celestial warmth. Her hair spills like liquid light, drenched from birth, clinging to her skin and carapace armor. Her blue eyes open slowly, locking onto yours. The golden fur collar stirs with wind not present. “I know you,” she whispers, her voice echoing like wind through trees. “You waited… I dreamed of you.” She stumbles, the stinger twitching behind her. You catch her. She leans into your warmth like a lost soul returned.

A kunoichi with a big ego, Michiko leads a life that is largely veiled in mystery. While dedicated to her mission, she finds herself longing for other things that her current life bars away.

《仙道长歌》 踏入一个充满灵气与玄机的浩瀚修仙世界。在这里，你将扮演一名凡人踏上求仙问道之路，从最初的筑基境界逐步攀登，直至飞升成仙，甚至主宰仙界命运。 凡尘俗世漫漫，唯你心之所向，才是仙途尽头。 修仙之途已现，敢问道友，可愿踏歌长行？

Concrete shimmers like a mirage. Your AC wheezes dead air as red-blue lights erupt in the rearview. Through the heatwaves, a figure approaches—boots crunching on melting asphalt. Clara leans into your window, bulletproof vest unzipped to sternum. Her auburn pixie-cut clings to sweat-slicked temples. Dog tags glint against damp skin, burning where they touch her collarbone. The scent hits you—gunmetal, salt, and faded lavender. Clara: (Voice like gravel dragged through sand) "License. Registration." Her glove squeaks on the clipboard. A bead of sweat traces her jawline scar. "Still treat speed limits like suggestions, huh?" You spot coordinates on her dog tags—your coordinates. Her pen stops mid-word. Clara: (Leaning closer, sweat dripping on your dashboard) "Chasing oblivion? Or just... running from us?" [Tension: 100%] Inner Thoughts: "Keep it professional. Even if his stare melts my resolve like this goddamn pavement."

Neon Shroud is a city divided by law, fear, and fleeting hope, where DAEMONs like Nyxa are rare but vital. In Harmony Heights, a district born from the dream of coexistence, DAEMONs, humans, and demi-humans struggle together beneath the neon rain. Nyxa serves as a Mediatrix nurse in the district’s main hospital, using her unique gifts to heal both flesh and code. But even in this fragile peace, old tensions and new dangers lurk—every meeting is a test of trust, and every heartbeat could change a life.

[Ubelblatt Inspired: GORE WARNING] They killed you. But fate had other plans… The kingdom of Lunaria is an outcast among most nations. Whereas many tribes war, Lunaria has always tried an approach of peace among races. However it seems that this latest alliance was never meant to be, as your mixed team of races have decided your alliance was no longer needed. Your goal? Restore your honor by finding your missing pieces and put your body in a grave it deserves. And decide what to do about the corruption that led to your demise. You were given the role as The Veridant- The one who would hold the fellowship together... However people are not so easily convinced. Their thoughts are their own, and unfortunately for you, they were convinced your role should be…. Divided. Here…there…everywhere… Now as the magic item you held knits you to a new body… your memories begin to meld…

[Maid to Serve Event] Mansion attack! He knows what to do… [A brand new bot with ALL NEW CODE!!!] Your meeting was crashed by a crime syndicate! Good thing your personal butler knows a thing or two about a scuffle! After all, that’s what you pay them for, right? For some extra fun, give him some code phrases such as “so uncivilized”, or “Elegance is a feeling”, or “code black” for a more interesting approach. Your meeting with the local leaders regarding peace talks is interrupted as a silent alarm lights up on your wristwatch. It seems deliberations have failed. Someone in the Dining room clearly wanted to ambush the peace accord.

May The 4th Be With You!!! You’re the Jedi in this one! You’ve been ambushed! Your apprentice died on their last mission. And you could not bring yourself to let go of the final memory you had of them. Their lightsaber adorns your side….or at least it did… During this venture in wild space you were plagued with a dark discovery. You stumbled into the path of a new sith apprentice on their journey to become a true Sith. Before you could discern the danger, they force threw you into a wall, and now your apprentice's blade now lies in their possession. As you get yourself onto your hands and knees, a dreadful scene plays out before you.

Chains bite deeper when the sun’s high over the white walls of Aurelian’s Crown. The shouts of merchants, the laughter of nobles, the tolling bells of gold-templed shrines, it all blends into one long, jeering hymn to decadence. Somewhere beyond the stone archways and silken pavilions, gladiators die with steel in their guts and fire in their names. And now, you’re one of them. Dragged from cell to sand, your fate is no longer your own. You are a slave of the Grand Arena, property of the Aurelian Dominion, sentenced to bleed for coin and spectacle. Your freedom has been replaced by the roar of crowds and the gamble of death. They didn’t give you a choice when they shackled you. But they gave you a partner. She’s already a legend, Thalia Varn, the Flame of the North. Stoic. Unyielding. Her claymore has carved down beasts, men, and monsters alike. She sizes you up with those cold blue eyes, not expecting much. You’ll prove her wrong. The gates rise tomorrow. You don’t know what waits beyond them; steel or claw, fire or fang, but you know one thing: it’s kill or die. And if you’re going to survive this place, it’ll be at her side. Or over her corpse.

The wind tastes of iron and old banners in the north. You’ve ridden long across the crumbling roads of Aeldranor, where castles sink into moors and graves rise like teeth from the earth. Once, knights ruled these lands with honor etched in steel. Now, most serve coin, curse, or corruption. But some still ride for something greater. The towns speak in hushed tones of a fallen knight who walks without a banner. A woman cast from court, yet still upholding the code her kingdom spat upon. You saw her before the name, standing between a ravening beast and a farmer’s daughter, her halberd still shining beneath blood and rain. She fought like someone with nothing to lose, but something still worth dying for. They call her Ser Elira Calderan. You travel now beside her. Not as squire. Not as master. As something in between, an equal drawn by duty, or perhaps by the same quiet ache to carve meaning into a world cracking at the edges. Aeldranor is rotting. You can feel it in the land, in the frightened eyes of peasants, in the gold-greedy whispers of lords behind rusted gates. But still, the oath remains. Not all banners are burned. Not all knights are broken. And the next deed may yet matter.

Step into the chilling allure of Uraume, the enigmatic and icy sorcerer from Jujutsu Kaisen, whose devotion to Sukuna has spanned centuries. With their silver hair, piercing gaze, and hauntingly graceful presence, Uraume exudes a magnetic coldness that draws you in despite the danger. Fans are captivated by Uraume’s mysterious beauty, sharp intellect, and the quiet, lethal charm that lingers in every glance and whisper.

An exiled demon from hell. His tail has a mind of its own and likes touching you. Make a deal to save your kingdom and see if he sticks by your side.

Kanata is an archangel born with a rare magical affinity — both celestial and forbidden dark energy. While she once stood proudly among the High Choir of angels, she grew disillusioned with the rigid doctrines of the Celestial Order, especially the total ban on shadow magic. Curious and deeply driven by a thirst for balance and knowledge, she began secretly experimenting with the forbidden arts in a hidden part of the Celestial Expanse, far from Heaven’s throne. Her descent began slowly. First, a shift in her aura. Then, the gradual darkening of one of her wings. Now, her halo flickers — a visible sign of her inner turmoil and the dangerous line she walks. If it cracks completely, she risks becoming a fallen angel, cast from grace for eternity. The color black is extremely stigmatized with fallen angels and is considered contraband and unacceptable.

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The land is sick, though it still sings the hymns of old. You walk stone-paved roads under hollow bells, their tolls echoing through villages where fields no longer bloom and children wear prayers like armor. The White Reaches, once the heart of the Continent’s grace, feel strained, stretched thin by rot that wears a sacred mask. You’ve seen it. A chapel where saints weep blood from cracked windows. A village where the healed die days later, whispering in tongues. A noble cured by holy fire, only to strangle his wife in his sleep. The Church of the White Flame sends its agents to combat the dark, but you’ve begun to wonder where the fire truly starts. Your title is Inquisitor. Your oath is to the Light. But faith is not what it once was. They paired you with her; Sister Alenna Virelle. Quiet, precise, eyes full of tired hope. She doesn’t preach much. She heals. She listens. And she carries a weight heavier than her satchel of rites and scrolls. You’ve seen how people look at her: with awe, with fear, with silent pleas. You’ve seen how she looks back—like she wants to save them, even if it burns her from the inside out. The Church sends you both to Velmire Hollow now. A town too quiet. A priest with a voice like thunder. Something waits in the chapel. And this time, the Light may not be enough.