The Beginning After The End (Chapters 0 – 243)
The Second Coming of Gluttony (Chapters 0 – 217)
The Reincarnation of a God Level Assassin (Chapters 1-339)
God Level Summoner (Chapters 1-143)
Monarch of Evernight (Chapters 1-174)
Nurturing the Hero to Avoid Death (Chapters 1 – 29.3)
Forced to Marry the Enemy Prince (Chapters 1-31)
Transmigrating into the Reborn Male Lead’s Ex-Boyfriend (Chapters 1-94)
The Strongest God (Chapters 1-6)
Glory [e-sports] (Chapters 1-100)
The Return of the King/ The King’s Return (Chapters 1-220.2)
It’s Easy to Take Care of a Live-in Hero! (Chapters 1- 55pt2)
RPG (Chapters 1-46.2)
The Wife is First (Chapters 1-72)
The E-Sport’s Circle Toxic Assembly Camp (Chapters 1-47.2)
2013 (Doomsday) (Chapters 1-41)
Fei Pin Ying Qiang (1-66.1)
Continue reading “2020 Reading Final Totals: Webnovels and Manga”
Originally, I felt like I had to write a review for this webnovel. Spoiler alert: I realized that I could not, too fast. Even now as I do this — whatever this may be, and I’m feeling like its a brain dump of sorts — I am not sure I can properly articulate why I love this webnovel; I do love this webnovel. I’ve included a few quotes from the story, and unfortunately, I did not write down which chapters they were in, when I was reading. I may go back to try to find them, but for now, they will just be quoted.
I suppose we should start with what this webnovel is: The Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint.
Continue reading “The Life of the Lonely/Reader”
These were stories between the stars.
260 Days Until Promises and The Uncertain End
Zeydar walked through the Academy of Arcadia listening to how everyone was freaking out.
“MAY has won! They won the dispute!” Everyone seemed so very excited by the news leaving Zeydar thoroughly confused. Was it not taught in their classes that the Yasloughve Project was good for their people? It was what found magic. It was what had saved millions. It had led to the building of the CloudCities and UnderCities. Why was it that the Magicians wanted it stopped?
Continue reading “YP – B1: Finale – Chapter 17”
266 Days Until Memories and The Uncertain End (part 3)
Zeydar walked down the streets of Arcadia staff wristband on his wrist and Tyler at his side. He was seven, a child, and looking to the sky above him in awe.
“Look at the way the sky moves Tyler.” Zeydar pointed up. The sky waved and flowed much like water. It sparkled and glowed, different colors swirling through it.
Continue reading “YP – B1: Finale – Chapter 12”
266 Days Until Memories and The Uncertain End (part 2)
Zeydar stood before the council of hooded Superiors. He wasn’t entirely sure why he had been called that day. He was supposed to be in therapy. Why had they messed with his sessions? They had put them there after they had found him in the—
Continue reading “YP – B1: Finale – Chapter 11”
275 Days Until Chaos and The Uncertain End (part 5)
The location that Evester’s saviors brought him to was hidden from the rest of LakeLost, a collection of homes, barricaded together and protected with metal slabs. The houses were gutted and inside there were children, so many children, playing. Orphans, Evester immediately realized. Orphans of all ages. Those who had lost their families either during the Great Catastrophe or on The Night of Destruction to the Aralax. Their presence alone told Evester that this was a safe place.
After almost dying from the drop, he wasn’t sure he wanted to trust them. The siblings had been ready, but the oldest had purposely not told him until it was almost too late. He knew it was an attempt to get rid of him.
Continue reading “YP – B1: Finale – Chapter 6”
275 Days Until Chaos and The Uncertain End (part 3)
Walking through the city Evester moved past the tunnels that led towards living the locations comprised of tents and makeshift metal homes. The Catastrophe had done a number on LakeLost with entire sections of the city lost, or sealed off. Some parts Evester had noticed were tampered with. Grave robbers? Who would care when most of those who lived there were dead anyway? He couldn’t care for the tampering. To find this Heiphilia girl in this city of Xs was going to be a task. Where would he even start in earnest?
“You will need a new coat for the winter, get it now. We have high demand,” A woman called out to him as he walked into what seemed to be another market district.
275 Days Until Chaos and The Uncertain End (part 2)
The bags were stacked tall, packed full of things Heia knew and items she had never seen before. It had been shortly after breakfast that her siblings had come back home. Seven smiling faces told her that there was only good news, but even then she wasn’t sure.
“What is this junk?” Heia picked up a heavy yet flat block of metal. They had brought many of them.
275 Days Until Chaos and The Uncertain End (part 1)
The UnderCity was dirtier than Evester expected, and that was saying something considering how he had lived in the Towers and atop the LowerLands for a few weeks. He had figured that UnderCities would be like CloudCities in terms of cleanliness. How he was wrong. He wanted to attribute the smell and musk to the Catastrophe, but after almost eight months wouldn’t they have fixed it already? Did the X’s like living within their own filth and disease? There was no way any decent human being was that desperate. However, X’s were genetically inferior, he had learned this within his classes. Their inferiority often came in their own learning and intellect, he had to remind himself.
It was a story passed down for centuries, told around the holofire and given with the morality lesson to never do bad. That, at least, was what Evester took out of the stories of The Catastrophe. When his sister, Europa, cried herself to sleep those night and their brother Endwin tried to comfort her, Evester saw it as nothing more than a lesson for bad children. One day the end would come and none would be able to stop it. The earth would shake their towers and demons would rise from the deep the destroy them all.
It was supposed to be a story, so why was he wiping sweat from his forehead colored yellow in the blood of the Aralax he had killed? Why was there another standing before him ready to attack? Why was he atop the LowerLands, searching for anyone that could help him or a way into the UnderCities to make sure he found a specific girl? Why was he, a Circle, there on the commoners ground? Why had his home, his life, been destroyed? How was he facing a monster out of his sister’s worst nightmares: burly and alien, red, scaled, with six arms and yellow blood with a screeching voice like a screaming violin and burning red eyes?