HyperrealKnight

Kivas Chariot is struck by the sun—an event that corrupts her soul beyond repair. 

In the blink of an eye, she's transported into the midst of a cosmic ritual, performed by three eldritch beings beyond comprehension. 

Overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude of their presence, her fractured soul erupts in a desperate tantrum, shattering the terrifying rite. 

Yet beneath their monstrous forms, one of the entities reaches out to her gently—soul to soul—and asks a simple, warm, and comprehensible question. 

“What is it you truly desire?” 

Tears welling, Kivas whispers from the depths of her being. 

"I want to be loved!” 

The entity grants her wish. 

But not directly. 

Now, somehow awakened in a strange new world, Kivas discovers something bizarre—there are stats, HP, MP... even classes and skills. 

In a world where time matter less and power are more rampant, Kivas attempts to strive and live her brand new life.

My Wives Are A Divine Hive Mind

The clearing was stained with movement and the scent of ruptured essence, as fractured limbs and twitching nerves of the Voidling's massive body dragged along the dust-streaked terrain.

The creature's form was a conjoined monstrosity of torsos, arms, tendons, and eyes—stitched together in no discernible pattern, crawling over itself in confusion and instinct.

Its head rotated too far along its spine, lips peeling back to reveal humanlike teeth in rows.

Kivas stood centered beneath the fractured sunlight, her eyes sharp with focus. One hand gripped the hilt of her newly soul-bound weapon—Royal Valor, now glowing faintly with energy drawn from her core.

The sheath shimmered with its crystal lattice, slowly rotating in her other hand, weightless and hovering.

Royal Valor, the newly appraised Curio weapon that Kivas acquired back then, was an Exotic Tier object.

Hunting The Voidlings, And The Divine Construct's Efficiency