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Department Of Paranormal Entities (D.O.P.E)

[Incoming Transmission…] Sender: D.O.P.E. Headquarters Security Clearance: RED Subject: Emergency Reader Recruitment You were just another clueless soul, living your life thinking horror movies were a joke and demons were just edgy Halloween costumes. You were wrong. Horribly. Hilariously. Dangerously wrong. Welcome to D.O.P.E.—Department of Paranormal Entities, the frontline defense between humanity and the literal nightmares leaking out of Hell. And guess what? You’ve just been recruited. This is not your typical web novel. Expect: Extreme horror (The kind that messes with your sleep schedule) Non-stop laughter (Because fear and comedy are best friends here) Adult jokes and inappropriate thoughts (You’ve been warned) Two idiotic heroes trying their best not to die—or get hung upside down by their demon coach If you're easily offended, easily scared, or allergic to sarcasm, now’s your chance to tap out. Still here? Good. Your options: Add this novel to your collection. Read at least 10 chapters and get addicted to this novel. Drop a comment at the end of each chapter or face spiritual judgment by our ghostly HR team. Prepare to become part of something bigger. Way bigger. Like, Hell-vs-Humanity bigger. Failure to comply may result in unauthorized spectral activity in your room. You’ve been warned. [Mission Log Updated: Add D.O.P.E. to Library] Threat Level: Class F to SSS (Good luck) Survivability Rate: ...decreasing. Welcome to D.O.P.E. You're not ready. But you're here. Let's go. [Transmission Ends.] WARNING:
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Demonic Skeleton God

❗[Current Writing Contest-WebNovel Spirity Awards 2025 Fantas]❗ Flain grew up in a futuristic world. When he was born his parents didn't want him because he didn't live up to their expectations and so he ended up very badly. Flain was employed as a slave. He was forced to mine radioactive iron deep in the mines. It was drilled into his head that he existed only to obey orders. Young Flain was obedient. He doubted some of it but knew nothing else. For years, he never saw a single ray of light; light was only spoken of among the others as a legend. The routine was the same: in the morning, he would take a nutrient tablet and water. Then he would mine all day, sleep eight hours, and repeat. Flain worked like this from childhood until he was ten years old. He even found a friend, but that friend died of radiation poisoning right in front of Flain. Flain couldn't stop mining. He kept mining with tears streaming down his face. Before bed, Flain cried. "I will become the strongest. I will kill you all, and you will become my slaves." Flain stopped crying, stared blankly at the rocky ceiling, then looked ahead. A manic grin appeared on his face, one that would often adorn it from that moment on. At the age of ten, Flain was assigned to a military camp due to his endurance in the mines and his survival against radiation. In the camp, Flain was trained. The regime was much looser; he even had an hour of free time each day. However, Flain didn't make any more friends. Even during his free time, he trained with a smile. He would achieve his goal at any cost, even if it meant training himself to death. Experiments were conducted on Flain. He lost his hair, two long gray arms grew on his back, and a third red eye appeared. Flain became a mutant. Flain was then sent to war. He fought with sharp katabas. He performed quite well in the war, earning himself command of ten soldiers and becoming a small commander. But one day, everything changed. Flain then dies, is swallowed by darkness, and Flain refuses to die, thus appearing as a skeleton in a fantasy world.
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