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Crisis

Hey guys, how are you? I'm really sorry for the lack of activity, but I'm having a huge crisis of imagination and chapters. I'm trying to make chapters but I can't move forward. I want my story to have more than 100 chapters but I don't know how to do them. I still don't understand how people make stories with 300 chapters in one. I need help man, I'm in a fucking crisis.

17-First Ally

The battered convoy returned to the quarantine zone. The vehicles were covered in dried blood, mud, and the remains of the carnage they had left behind. Those who made it back, though alive, could not hide the weight of disaster from their faces.

The worst thing was not the loss of the equipment or the looted resources, but the men who did not return. Among them, Elliot Torres.

His name was already circulating among the soldiers before the convoy had stopped its engines. He was so...

Happy New Year

Hello guys, how are you, Happy New Year everyone. I wanted to thank you for everything and above all thank you because with your subscriptions I managed to complete the money for my mother's birthday gift. Anyway, Eternal Love and today I will try to upload about 3 chapters if I have the time.

I'm afraid of people

People are very strange. They like good stories but that the character has a character and is the fucking master from the beginning. I warned that in my story the system was going to appear several chapters late. Why the hell do they read the story if they already knew that... damn, sometimes there are very hurtful webnovel people.

16-System

lliot was breathing hard, every gasp accompanied by the sharp pain in his arms. The dim light of the basement barely illuminated the space, but the holographic window before him was unmistakable, its vibrant blue glow cutting through the gloom.

He stared at the window in disbelief, blinking as if to dispel the hallucination haunting him. His mind was a storm of confusion. A damn system? Now? At the worst moment of his life, when he was about to die and turn into on...

15-Punishment

Elliot was lying on the floor, one hand pressed against his throbbing jaw. Anya’s strength was relentless, and that particular punch had left him reeling. Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth as he tried to focus his vision.

“You’re a goddamn son of a bitch, Torres!” Stroud roared, pacing back and forth like a caged animal. Her eyes burned with rage, and her breathing was as erratic as her movements. “What you did goes against everything we are, everything we fight for! ...

14-Let Them Go

“What the hell are a couple of little girls doing here? This place is crawling with infected!” Stroud shouted as they ran through the flooded corridors of the mall, their boots splashing through stagnant water with every step.

“Oh, sure! And what the hell are the fascists doing here?” Ellie shot back venomously, throwing a scathing glare at Stroud. “Playing heroes now?”

Elliot didn’t have time for arguments. He drew his pistol and fired three quick shots at the infec...

13-Changing the Canon

Elliot had Lieutenant Stroud—Anya, as he now dared to call her—almost completely undressed before him, her skin glistening under the faint starlight. Every fiber of his being urged him to continue, but a flash of light in the distance stopped him cold.

It wasn’t just any reflection—it was something he knew all too well.

Suddenly, the lights of the abandoned mall flickered to life on the horizon. Not the entire facade, but intermittent flashes from within, a glow filtering ...

12-Living is Dangerous +18

A month had passed. Another damned month in a world where days slipped by like a constant nightmare. FEDRA had allowed more Fireflies to infiltrate the quarantine zone, but not out of carelessness or incompetence: it was a carefully planned trap. Let the rats in, only to exterminate them in one fell swoop.

Executions became an almost routine spectacle. Collaborators arrested, deserters hanged in the central square to send a clear message. That commander Stroud's father had mentioned far...

11-Stroud

Elliot sat on a medical cot, his torso bare as the nurse finished examining his shoulder. The confrontation with Stroud’s father had reopened the wound, and though it was now carefully sealed, the pain lingered, ever-present.

“You should be more careful,” the nurse said as she adjusted the bandages, her tone mixing reproach with exhaustion. “This wound won’t heal if you keep throwing yourself into fights like you’re invincible. And yes, you need to rest, even if that ...

10-Pursuit

Lieutenant Stroud’s father descended the stairs like a man possessed, his footsteps echoing in the metal stairwell as his ragged breaths filled the air. With pistol in hand, he turned and fired blindly behind him, his bullets whizzing dangerously close to Elliot and Stroud. One ricocheted off the wall mere inches from Elliot’s head, forcing him to duck instinctively.

The old man shoved a man emerging from an apartment, knocking him over with a grunt as he veered sharply to the right...

9-The Informant

Elliot and Lieutenant Stroud made their way through the dilapidated streets of the quarantine zone. With every step, the chaos of the place seemed to grow: civilians with faces hardened by hunger and desperation moved among the rubble and makeshift barricades, watching them with calculating eyes. Some begged, others simply followed them with a fixed gaze, like predators waiting for an opportunity.

Stroud seemed immune to everything. He walked with his back straight and his gaze forward,...

8-4 Days Later

Four days had passed since the confrontation that nearly cost Elliot his life. FEDRA forces, now on high alert, patrolled beyond the usual areas, seeking to prevent ambushes like the one they had suffered. The streets of the quarantine zone were more heavily guarded than ever, the controls stricter, and the constant patrols reminded everyone that danger was always lurking.

For Elliot, the situation had brought an unexpected consequence: he had become something of a hero among the ranks ...

7-Waiting for Reinforcements

"Fuck!" Lawrence screamed, his voice thick with pain as his hands desperately pressed against the wounds on his legs. Blood gushed out, soaking his uniform and forming dark pools that mixed with the dust and debris.

Elliot, his heart pounding in his chest like a drum, knelt beside him. The sound of gunshots echoed in the air, but at that moment, the entire world seemed to shrink to the horror of his partner's injuries.

"Shit, shit, shit!" Elliot muttered under his breath as he qui...

6-Recognition

Elliot and Lawrence made their way quickly through the ruins of Boston, staying alert as they dodged debris, rusted cars, and the gaping craters left by bombings years ago. Every corner was a potential threat, every shadow a possible hiding place for death.

The tension was palpable. It wasn't the first time Elliot had left the relative safety of the quarantine zone, but it was the first time he had gone this far, into what was once a residential neighborhood and was now nothing more tha...

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Hey guys, how are you? The first 5 chapters of The Last Of Us story are already published.

I hope you like the changes and the path it takes. That doesn't mean that it doesn't have a system, but that the system won't appear immediately, but it will take a few chapters, and I'm still designing it. Also, there will be sex and harem, but I will make it not like the garbage I had done before, but more elaborate.

Give me your opinion and comment, I will try to bring you chapters whenev...

5-Six Months Later

The days passed slowly, but time did not stop. Elliot, with no signs of returning to his old reality, accepted that life was over. He stopped clinging to hope and decided to focus completely on his new existence as a FEDRA soldier. Every day began the same: the deafening sound of a siren at 6 a.m., marking the start of training. Nothing new. No rest. Just routine.

Over time, Elliot began to adjust. He grew closer to his roommate, Lawrence, who, despite being a rookie like him, seemed to...

4-Do It With Your Hands

The target practice continued for another hour under the strict supervision of Lieutenant Stroud. Shots rang through the air as the recruits tried to hit the infected writhing in their restraints. For Stroud, moving targets were essential: there was nothing more effective than preparing them for the reality they would face out there.

But now, the hardest part—and, for Stroud, the most interesting—was about to begin.

“Very well,” he said loudly, his voice echoing through th...

3-Learn to Kill an Infected

The formation was impeccable under the sky still clouded by the storm that had raged all night. The recruits, exhausted after hours of training, stood in a resting position, hands behind their backs and eyes fixed straight ahead.

In front of them, Lieutenant Stroud walked slowly, her gaze fixed on each face as if searching for any sign of weakness. The subject of the lesson was clear, and no one could ignore the gravity of the moment.

"Today we're going to talk about the Infected,...

2-New Life

Elliot stood in the rain, standing in ranks with a group of recruits. The water soaked through his uniform, icy and persistent, as if trying to make its way to his bones. Around him, more than thirty young men stood in a resting position, hands behind their backs, faces hardened by fatigue.

Elliot watched them, noticing details that would have gone unnoticed before: some shivering from the cold, others struggling to keep their eyes open. There weren't as many as he expected.

But n...

1-Reborn in Boston

Elliot had never faced great challenges. His life was uneventful: a normal guy, with a comfortable routine, video games as his greatest passion, and a constant effort to be a good person. All that changed the day the world ended.

January 1, 2025 was the date that marked the beginning of the end. World War III broke out with unprecedented ferocity. The great powers, in a display of desperation and hatred, unleashed as many nuclear bombs as possible, annihilating entire nations in a matte...

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Hello guys, how are you? I am sorry for my inactivity and especially to those who have paid the subscription. It's just that the negativity has affected me so I've decided to restart the story or rather begin to fix it, which only you are going to read for now. I know it's dumb, I re-read my story and I was actually like, this shit is wrong. The system that I have made is shit and I also want to fix it, maybe change it or I don't know since I am not convinced with what I have done and I don't...

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Hi guys, how are you? I wanted to let you know that from now on it's not just 10 chapters in advance but 15 chapters. Because for my part I feel that paying 5 dollars for 10 chapters is somewhat unfair.

Hola chicos como estan, queria informarles que desde ahora no son solo 10 capitulos adelantados si no que son 15 capitulos. ya que por mi parte siento que pagar 5 dolares por 10 capitulos es algo injusto.

58-The Battle of Malastare, Part 1

The reddish sun of Malastare, partially obscured by the dust and heat rising in waves from the arid landscape, seemed to watch impassively the feverish movement occurring at the UNSC's makeshift base of operations. On the horizon, Dug transports advanced through columns of smoke and sand, carrying supplies, troops, and rudimentary weapons toward the front lines. Nearby, UNSC Pelicans landed and took off with military precision, transporting Spartans, ODSTs, and mechanized units. The sounds of...

57-Infiltration into Malastare

The Infinity’s bridge was in constant motion. Holographic screens projected real-time data as officers monitored UNSC systems and potential threats in the sector. At the center of the controlled chaos, Admiral Arnet stood in front of a hologram of Malastare, listening to the voice of Serina, the ship’s tactical AI.

“Admiral,” Serina began, her tone calm but authoritative, “we have confirmed Covenant activity on Malastare. Data collected by ONI shows unusual ship traffic, unreg...

56-I don't know what to think anymore

Two days. That was how long it took the UNSC high command to decide to launch a massive recruitment drive. There was much discussion about it: robots, with their precise calculations and unfailing efficiency, carried the brunt of war operations. But there was something that not even the most advanced AI could replicate: the human essence, the creativity, and the morality inherent in people fighting to protect what they loved. It was necessary to reinforce the ranks, not only to replace the li...

55-The Consequences of War

The Infinity's bridge was shrouded in deathly silence. Only the hum of monitors and the echo of officers' footsteps broke the calm, but at the moment there was no calm at all. The atmosphere was heavy with pent-up despair, a crushing weight that seemed to sink every member of the crew. Reports of the Dantooine disaster kept coming in, bringing with them an endless stream of bad news.

From the main viewport, Admiral Arnet looked out into the vast emptiness of space, where the stars seeme...

54-The Ambush in Space

The night sky above Dantooine, illuminated by the serene glow of thousands of stars, reflected an ancient peace its people had known for generations. This agricultural world, a lifeline for numerous nearby systems, remained calm, oblivious to the disaster that was coming. That calm was shattered in an instant by a flash of energy; a fracture in space marked the arrival of the Covenant fleet. Over thirty warships emerged from slipspace in a chilling attack formation.

CCS-class destroyers...

53-Ghosts of the Past

The UNSC Infinity cut through deep space with its imposing silhouette, a beacon of technology and human power in the vastness of the galaxy. Yet within its hermetic walls, the atmosphere was charged with tension. Beneath the highest levels of security, in a sealed wing of the complex, the former Count Dooku was held prisoner. His capture had been a strategic triumph, but keeping him confined was a task that required constant vigilance.

Dooku remained in his containment cell, a cube seal...

52-Confrontation with Anakin

Padmé Amidala’s suite was bathed in the dim light of Coruscant, where endless lines of traffic shimmered like veins of light at the heart of the galaxy. Inside the room, Padmé sat on the edge of a couch, her hands clasped together and her gaze fixed on Anakin Skywalker, who paced nervously back and forth. His silhouette against the windows reflected not only the imposing figure of a warrior, but also that of a man caught up in his own conflicts.

“Anakin,” Padmé began, her tone ...