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

Five days had passed since Kivas Chariot walked into Solvish Keep with a halo above her head, five Divine Constructs trailing behind her like an escort of ominous celestial judges, and a personal bodyguard in the form of the most feared entity once known to Vaingall's history.

That encounter carved a tremor across the fabric of the bastion, a confrontation that left none untouched, and now, on the sixth day of her survival in this world—an unbroken personal record—Kivas found herself leaning back against a curved bonewood bench in the corner of Charishe's restaurant, skewering snacks with relaxed precision.

Samael sat beside her, an elbow on the table, calmly sipping from a ceramic mug filled with some arcane variation of tea that looked like liquid obsidian.

A pair of Tall-eared Workers darted by, one balancing a platter atop her oversized fox ears, the other twirling a spoon dramatically for no real reason.

6 Days Surviving, That's A New Record!