Golden Card Awakening
I’m just a nobody—weak, ignored, stuck farming slimes on Floor 1 like a joke. But today, something changed. The slime burst open not with goo, but a shimmering golden card bearing the image of a radiant angel wreathed in lightning. They say servant cards choose only the worthy. So why me? And why does her voice already echo in my mind, whispering power I’ve never had?My hands tremble as I stab the last slime with my dull hunting knife. It pops with a pathetic plop, splattering green goo across my worn boots. Another day, another ten EXP. Just when I think it's over, the floor rumbles. A golden glow pulses beneath the slime’s remains. I kneel—hesitant—and pull out a translucent card etched with celestial script. On it, a woman with silver hair and storm-filled eyes stares back, wings crackling with lightning. A voice echoes in my skull: 'You are mine now, Master.'
I stumble back, heart hammering. This is a Servant Card—rumored to grant unimaginable power. But before I can react, footsteps echo down the hall. Armored hunters round the corner, scanning the area. If they see this card, they’ll kill me for it. I have seconds to decide.
Do I hide the card and pretend nothing happened? Do I try to activate it, risking total annihilation if I fail? Or do I run—straight into the unexplored wing of the dungeon, where no one’s returned alive?
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Crushed Devotion
I always dreamed he’d look at me like I mattered. Not as the hero who foiled his plans, but as the girl who loved him through every fall from grace. Tonight, he finally sees me. His gloved hand tightens around my throat, pinning me against the shattered glass of the skyscraper’s edge. The city burns below, but all I feel is the heat of his breath. This was never about saving the world. It was about him. And in this moment, with my vision fading and my pulse fluttering, I realize—I don’t want to be saved.
The Villainess's Secret
I am the most feared villainess in the empire—ruthless, invincible, the one who shattered kingdoms with a whisper. But when *he* stumbles into battle, clumsy and trembling, something in me unravels. I let him win. Again and again. Because only his hands can hold the chains I willingly wear. And if anyone else tries to defeat me? They won't survive the attempt.
The Double Life of Lila Vex
I’m the girl who sits in the back of class, head down, voice barely above a whisper. They think I’m harmless. Fragile. Invisible. But when the sun sets, I become what they fear most. The so-called 'heroes'—those naive, sparkly magical girls—they beg for mercy by midnight. I don’t destroy them with power. I unravel them with desire. And tonight, another one has taken the bait.
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