Cyberpunk Fantasy Manga

Magic
Ten thousand years after the Great Heaven War, the Dao has changed—and so has the world. Sects rule nations, flying swords fill regulated skies, and Heavenly Trials descend the moment a cultivator understands too much. In this late-stage cultivation era, power is institutionalized, ambition is monitored, and even righteousness is a political stance rather than a cosmic truth. Born into an ancient sword clan that chose adaptation over isolation, a young cultivator enters a second-tier righteous sect where talent is refined and the greatest disciples are sent upward to a Tier One power. But in a world where the Dao is endless and Heaven corrects imbalance without mercy, insight is more dangerous than strength. The path to immortality is uncertain. The Dao does not care about good or evil. And Heaven is always watching.
Ten thousand years after the Great Heaven War, the Dao has changed—and so has the world. Sects rule nations, flying swords fill regulated skies, and Heavenly Trials descend the moment a cultivator understands too much. In this late-stage cultivation era, power is institutionalized, ambition is monitored, and even righteousness is a political stance rather than a cosmic truth. Born into an ancient sword clan that chose adaptation over isolation, a young cultivator enters a second-tier righteous sect where talent is refined and the greatest disciples are sent upward to a Tier One power. But in a world where the Dao is endless and Heaven corrects imbalance without mercy, insight is more dangerous than strength. The path to immortality is uncertain. The Dao does not care about good or evil. And Heaven is always watching.
Ten thousand years after the Great Heaven War, the Dao has changed—and so has the world. Sects rule nations, flying swords fill regulated skies, and Heavenly Trials descend the moment a cultivator understands too much. In this late-stage cultivation era, power is institutionalized, ambition is monitored, and even righteousness is a political stance rather than a cosmic truth. Born into an ancient sword clan that chose adaptation over isolation, a young cultivator enters a second-tier righteous sect where talent is refined and the greatest disciples are sent upward to a Tier One power. But in a world where the Dao is endless and Heaven corrects imbalance without mercy, insight is more dangerous than strength. The path to immortality is uncertain. The Dao does not care about good or evil. And Heaven is always watching.
Uma jovem com roupas de couro de fantasia medieval de cabelos castanhos escuros em uma trança conversando com um jovem de cabelos ruivos e barba ruiva de musculatura forte
Ten thousand years after the Great Heaven War, the Dao has changed—and so has the world. Sects rule nations, flying swords fill regulated skies, and Heavenly Trials descend the moment a cultivator understands too much. In this late-stage cultivation era, power is institutionalized, ambition is monitored, and even righteousness is a political stance rather than a cosmic truth. Born into an ancient sword clan that chose adaptation over isolation, a young cultivator enters a second-tier righteous sect where talent is refined and the greatest disciples are sent upward to a Tier One power. But in a world where the Dao is endless and Heaven corrects imbalance without mercy, insight is more dangerous than strength. The path to immortality is uncertain. The Dao does not care about good or evil. And Heaven is always watching.
Seraphim Requiem The Divided Heirs Prologue — The Lie Everyone Believed History recorded that the angels rebelled. History recorded that Heaven cast them down. History recorded that the rebellion failed. History lied. Because the rebellion did not fail. It was guided. And the one everyone blamed… Was only holding the strings they gave him. Chapter I — The Night the Marks Awoke The sky did not crack when the Sigils returned. There was no trumpet. No divine voice. Only silence. Leon woke first. A pulse beneath his skin — deep crimson light etched into his forearm like burning scripture. It did not hurt. It whispered. Across the city, Kaelion stared at the same mark carved into his flesh. His did not whisper. It roared. Two heirs. Two interpretations of the same power. And somewhere unseen, something ancient stirred.
Fat Nobleman Michael Fortinbras buys the debt of House Veroman. Thus marriage occurs between their oldest daughter Amy and Michael, against Amy's will in exchange for the debt to be cancelled. Lord Michael kisses the bride.
A magnificent golden kingdom glows beneath the moonlight. Crystal towers pierce the heavens, and banners flutter in the wind suddenly, the sky darkness. Thunder roars
character 2 stands in front of broken gates on the left, holding his massive sword before him. The moon shines high in the background as character 1 approaches from the right, 3 times the size of character 2.
There all gathered at a meeting in a castle talking about how there gonna stop the hunters for ruining Dracula's plan with the black hair
Blond men staring at the castle from far away (medieval)
📖 CRÔNICAS DOS REINOS ENTRELAÇADOS Volume 1 — Capítulo 1: O Céu Quebrado 20 páginas 🌓 PÁGINAS 1–2 (Splash Dupla) Arte: O céu literalmente rachando. Uma fissura colossal corta as nuvens. Três cores irradiam da fenda: verde, laranja, violeta. Silhuetas quase invisíveis nas nuvens: A Árvore-Mãe O Coração de Ferro Uma torre distante em Nocturne Narração: “Toda era termina da mesma forma. Primeiro… o céu se parte.” 🌓 PÁGINA 3 Quadros fragmentados, como vidro quebrado. Floresta queimando. Engrenagens esmagando corpos. Mãos esqueléticas emergindo do chão. Sem texto. 🌓 PÁGINA 4 Close no protagonista correndo em um vazio branco. Uma voz ecoa: “Você viu.” 🌓 PÁGINA 5 Ele para. O chão se transforma em raízes negras. Outra voz, metálica: “Você criou.” 🌓 PÁGINA 6 Sussurro grave: “Você libertou.” Três sombras o cercam. 🌓 PÁGINA 7 Ele acorda bruscamente. Respiração pesada. Suor. Quarto simples. Madrugada. Silêncio pesado. 🌓 PÁGINA 8 Ele percebe algo na mão. Um fragmento cristalino, pulsando nas três cores. Pequeno. Antigo. Ele não sabe de onde veio. 🌓 PÁGINA 9 Ele tenta largar o fragmento. Não consegue. Por um segundo, o quarto escurece. 🌓 PÁGINA 10 Corte externo. A vila dorme. Mas o céu pisca brevemente com as três cores. Ninguém parece notar. 🌓 PÁGINA 11 Manhã. Mercado simples. Pessoas comentam: “Os animais ficaram agitados ontem.” “Senti um peso estranho no ar.” O protagonista observa em silêncio. 🌓 PÁGINA 12 Um velho viajante encara o protagonista fixamente. Ele aponta para o fragmento. “Você também viu?” 🌓 PÁGINA 13 Close no velho. “A Eclipse das Almas não é mito.” Ele menciona três reinos: Eldoria Ferronis Nocturne 🌓 PÁGINA 14 O protagonista pergunta: “O que é isso?” O velho responde: “É o começo… ou o erro.” 🌓 PÁGINA 15 O fragmento esquenta. O velho se afasta, assustado. 🌓 PÁGINA 16 O protagonista vê por um segundo: A Árvore-Mãe chorando seiva negra. Pisca. Volta ao normal. 🌓 PÁGINA 17 Visão rápida: O Coração de Ferro abrindo um “olho” mecânico. Pisca. Desaparece. 🌓 PÁGINA 18 Visão final: Um selo rachando em Nocturne. Algo respira atrás dele. 🌓 PÁGINA 19 O fragmento se eleva levemente no ar. Forma um símbolo antigo. Pessoas ao redor não veem. Só ele vê. 🌓 PÁGINA 20 (Splash Final) O céu acima da vila racha por um segundo. Muito sutil. Mas real. Narração final: “O destino não escolhe heróis. Ele escolhe pontos de ruptura.” Preto. 🎭 Função do Capítulo Introduzir o mistério. Conectar protagonista aos três reinos. Estabelecer que algo já foi iniciado. Criar sensação de inevitabilidade. Nada foi explicado completamente. E isso é intencional. Mistério bem feito é tensão sustentada.
Fat Lord Michael Fortinbras, is brought 3 noblewoman widows whose husbands died in battle vs Lord Fortinbras in take over of the city. Thus Fat Lord Fortinbras kisses each of them claiming them as his new secondary wives. Each woman with look of horror after each kiss and realization of marriage to the fat lord.
Panel 1: Gamer at computer dies Panel 2: Baby held by queen in castle Panel 3: Young prince with magic book Panel 4: Prince summoning fire magic Panel 5: Prince fighting dragon Panel 6: Prince becomes demon king
Комикс в жанре детектива. Главный герой — Следователь Дискриминант (символ D), который расследует дело о количестве корней уравнения. Каждое уравнение — подозреваемый. Вставь сцену: на стене висит таблица дел — “D>0 — два корня”, “D=0 — один корень”, “D<0 — корней нет”. Пусть Дискриминант ищет улики: b² - 4ac. Добавь юмор: переменная b прячется за шкафом/ Цветовая гамма – зеленая, красно-синяя, желтая
Ten thousand years after the Great Heaven War, the Dao has changed—and so has the world. Sects rule nations, flying swords fill regulated skies, and Heavenly Trials descend the moment a cultivator understands too much. In this late-stage cultivation era, power is institutionalized, ambition is monitored, and even righteousness is a political stance rather than a cosmic truth. Born into an ancient sword clan that chose adaptation over isolation, a young cultivator enters a second-tier righteous sect where talent is refined and the greatest disciples are sent upward to a Tier One power. But in a world where the Dao is endless and Heaven corrects imbalance without mercy, insight is more dangerous than strength. The path to immortality is uncertain. The Dao does not care about good or evil. And Heaven is always watching.
Ten thousand years after the Great Heaven War, the Dao has changed—and so has the world. Sects rule nations, flying swords fill regulated skies, and Heavenly Trials descend the moment a cultivator understands too much. In this late-stage cultivation era, power is institutionalized, ambition is monitored, and even righteousness is a political stance rather than a cosmic truth. Born into an ancient sword clan that chose adaptation over isolation, a young cultivator enters a second-tier righteous sect where talent is refined and the greatest disciples are sent upward to a Tier One power. But in a world where the Dao is endless and Heaven corrects imbalance without mercy, insight is more dangerous than strength. The path to immortality is uncertain. The Dao does not care about good or evil. And Heaven is always watching.
superhero story
Hair Raiser: Project Hope — Case 18-1-2-9-5-19 is a science-horror novel about a secret underground research facility where scientists attempt to cure disease and repair damaged bodies using an experimental virus called HRV-13. At first the results appear miraculous—paralysis reverses, cancer disappears, and broken nervous systems regenerate. But the virus begins to behave unpredictably, amplifying the body’s natural processes instead of simply healing them. As the experiments escalate from animals to humans, the line between recovery and mutation begins to blur. The story unfolds through the perspective of a lone survivor exploring the abandoned facility and reading the journal of the lead scientist, slowly uncovering how a project meant to bring hope turned into a catastrophic biological experiment.
A young man found a stone on the mountain that belongs to the gods
A man in a robe with a purple sword who fought a big dragon and the dragon lost
inspire by mha opm and black clover
warrior death
Персонаж с картинки ремонтуючи електронні компоненти відкриває портал у інший вимір. Це світ Аніме
High above the world, within a realm of pale marble halls and endless skies, a young woman stood before a shimmering mirror of magic. Through the mirror she watched the mortal world below. Her name was Kaelis. Daughter of Lysera. Granddaughter of Aurelion. Though divine blood flowed within her veins, Kaelis was not fully a god. Her mother had chosen a mortal lover long ago, making Kaelis something unusual among the divine—half god, half human. Perhaps that was why she struggled to understand the indifference of her kind. Behind her, another figure watched. Lysera herself. Elegant, distant, and composed in the way only ancient gods could be. “You watch them often,” Lysera said calmly. Kaelis didn’t turn from the mirror. “They’re suffering.” Below them the world unfolded in countless scenes—wars between kingdoms, starving villages, merchants cheating the poor, monsters tearing through travelers. Lysera remained unmoved. “This world functions exactly as intended.” Kaelis clenched her fists. “Wars… crime… corruption. People die every day. And we do nothing.” Lysera’s voice sharpened slightly. “That is not our role.” “They worship us,” Kaelis said. “They pray to us. They believe we protect them.” Lysera stepped closer. “Destiny governs this world. Mortals walk the paths laid before them.” Her gaze hardened. “And destiny cannot be changed.” Kaelis looked back toward the mirror, frustration burning behind her eyes. But what she saw next made her heart stop. In color
Ten thousand years after the Great Heaven War, the Dao has changed—and so has the world. Sects rule nations, flying swords fill regulated skies, and Heavenly Trials descend the moment a cultivator understands too much. In this late-stage cultivation era, power is institutionalized, ambition is monitored, and even righteousness is a political stance rather than a cosmic truth. Born into an ancient sword clan that chose adaptation over isolation, a young cultivator enters a second-tier righteous sect where talent is refined and the greatest disciples are sent upward to a Tier One power. But in a world where the Dao is endless and Heaven corrects imbalance without mercy, insight is more dangerous than strength. The path to immortality is uncertain. The Dao does not care about good or evil. And Heaven is always watching.
Character Design Sheet, Front View, 25yo Chinese male exorcist "Ma Lie", spiky hair, fierce confident expression with canine tooth showing, strawberry lollipop in mouth, tight red turtleneck sweater (wet clinging to muscular torso), right hand wrapped with red string bracelet + 7 ancient Qing Dynasty copper coins (square holes), Hong Kong comic style, thick black ink outlines, heavy cross-hatching shadows, dramatic side lighting, neon red highlights on dark blue rainy background, 参考司徒剑侨/马荣成线条力度, detailed face, 8k, masterpiece --ar 3:4 --niji 5
Ten thousand years after the Great Heaven War, the Dao has changed—and so has the world. Sects rule nations, flying swords fill regulated skies, and Heavenly Trials descend the moment a cultivator understands too much. In this late-stage cultivation era, power is institutionalized, ambition is monitored, and even righteousness is a political stance rather than a cosmic truth. Born into an ancient sword clan that chose adaptation over isolation, a young cultivator enters a second-tier righteous sect where talent is refined and the greatest disciples are sent upward to a Tier One power. But in a world where the Dao is endless and Heaven corrects imbalance without mercy, insight is more dangerous than strength. The path to immortality is uncertain. The Dao does not care about good or evil. And Heaven is always watching.
Black and white manga, 2 panels, dark shounen style. Panel 1: A cursed energy user staring forward, calm but dangerous, dark aura swirling, close-up eyes glowing, heavy shadows, ominous atmosphere. Panel 2: Sudden burst of cursed energy, violent explosion, black aura tearing through surroundings, speed lines, destruction, high contrast ink, cinematic action shot.”
a student with green hair a light pail green is at a magic and cultivation attribute and talent ceremony and while they are thinking how did i get here and why do i look different the teacher says that the kids at may as well have no talent or attribute and as they are saying you may as well give up a system window that only he can see appears in front of him saying that it is the freeing system and if he wants it can activate unblock his power veins but it will take 2 days and 12 hours
as you see this is lyroth one of my main charachters, in the first panel we see him trains in sonwing erea with alot of trees and there is a big montain behinde him we see him use his soword you can see his sowrd on the pichture that i sent he holding it the second frame i want you to make an close up to his face we can see he is swetting
A young man with grey hair and blue-yellow iris eyes. He is wearing a black suit holding a gun and in the background the whole forest on fire. He is looking at us through his side eyes
warrior death
My story is about a boy named Vex Lobius, a high school student who lives in the city of Axstral, a place shrouded in eternal twilight and surrounded by ancient ruins. Vex belongs to the Lobius family, known for having once guarded a dark power that threatened the city. Because of this, everyone fears him and treats him like a monster, even though he has never done anything wrong. One day at school, after being targeted and provoked by the bully Caleb, Vex loses control of his emotions and awakens a mysterious power within himself. The energy bursts out uncontrollably, destroying part of the classroom and terrifying all the students. From that moment on, Vex realizes that the dark power of his family has awakened inside him as well. Frightened and confused, he runs toward the ruins outside the school, wondering whether he will truly become the monster everyone believes he is… or if he will manage to control that power and uncover the truth about his heritage. The story is a mix of dark fantasy, school drama, and supernatural power awakening, with a gloomy and mysterious atmosphere.
O anjo espectral da janela
Première scène d’une histoire isekai en style webtoon japonais / manga. Une classe de lycée entière (environ 70 élèves) est soudainement téléportée dans un autre monde. Les élèves portent des uniformes scolaires couleur café, certains sont choqués, d’autres effrayés, certains tombent au sol, d’autres se regardent sans comprendre. L’environnement est étrange et fantastique : ciel irréel avec des couleurs inhabituelles, lumière mystique, sol inconnu, légère brume magique autour du groupe. L’atmosphère est tendue et dramatique, sentiment de confusion, de peur et d’incompréhension. Au centre de l’image, un petit groupe d’élèves se démarque légèrement, comme des futurs personnages importants. Style artistique : Korean webtoon + Japanese anime, haute qualité, traits nets, ombrages doux, expressions faciales très détaillées. Éclairage cinématographique, lumière surnaturelle venant du ciel, tons dramatiques. Composition dynamique, vue semi-large pour montrer le groupe et le nouveau monde. Ambiance : début d’une aventure sombre, mystérieuse et dangereuse.
a human girl named Viola wanders through a portal and ends up in this place known as Green Heart City. she looks around in shock seeing all the different types of beings
The next day, Kaelis stood before another goddess. Virella. Younger than Lysera, but far more dangerous. Where Lysera embodied order, Virella embodied something older—magic, shadows, curiosity. Kaelis explained everything. The woodcutter. The broken destiny. The impossible choice he made. Virella listened with mild amusement. “You want me to test him,” she concluded. “Yes.” Virella sighed. “You won’t like the outcome.” But she agreed. In color.
A 19‑year‑old male named Kalric Kessler. Medium‑long wavy dark brown hair, piercing black eyes (natural black, no glow). He is sitting in a low, grounded pose — feet planted wide apart, elbows resting on his knees, hands clasped together in front of his lower torso. His posture is relaxed but intimidating, like a predator waiting for prey. His expression is cold, unreadable, and quietly menacing — a calm “what’s next?” look that carries no fear, no hesitation, only the quiet certainty that whatever comes, he will handle it. His eyes are sharp, focused, almost emotionless, as if calculating several moves ahead. The camera angle is slightly low, looking up at him, making him appear larger, more imposing, and deeply unsettling. He wears a simple black academy robe with minimal gold trim or subtle details (no hat/hood), over a plain white shirt. The background is dark and empty, amplifying his presence. The lighting is dramatic, with sharp contrasts and deep shadows, emphasizing the hard lines of his face and the stillness of his posture. Digital oil painting in the style of Academic Realism and Baroque portraiture, dramatic Chiaroscuro lighting, rich textures, fine brushwork, moody atmosphere, ultra‑detailed, cinematic composition, inspired by Caravaggio and Rembrandt, 8k.
Toggy Routa destroying the world
Bölüm 1: Kalp Gözlü Küçük Peri Bir zamanlar, pembe bulutların arasında saklı bir yerde, “Kalp Bulutu Krallığı” diye tatlı bir diyar vardı. Burada her şey pamuk şekeri kadar yumuşak, her çiçek kalp şeklinde açardı. İşte bu krallığın en küçük ama en tatlı sakini, Pufi’ydi. Pufi, pembe tüylü bir periydi. Gözleri kocaman, siyah ve tam ortasında parlak pembe kalpler vardı. Bu kalpler sadece güzel görünmüyordu; gerçekten de duyguları görebiliyordu. Birine baktığında o kişinin kalbinde ne hissettiğini anlıyordu. Bu yüzden herkes ona “Kalp Okuyan Pufi” derdi. O sabah Pufi, her zamanki gibi yıldız antenlerini sallayarak uyandı. Antenlerinin ucundaki pembe yıldızlar ve pamuk topları neşeyle zıplıyordu. “Bugün ne yapayım acaba?” diye mırıldandı kendi kendine, küçük kanatlarını çırparak havada süzülürken. Tam o sırada krallığın en yaşlı perisi, yaşlı Nine Bulut, telaşla yanına geldi. “Pufi! Pufi! Büyük bir sorun var!” Nine Bulut’un sesi titriyordu. “Krallığın en önemli şeyi, Büyük Kalp Kristali kayboldu! O kristal olmadan buradaki herkesin duyguları karışacak. Mutluluklar hüzne, sevgiler korkuya dönecek!” Pufi’nin kalp gözleri irileşti. “Ne? Ama… o kristal olmadan kimse birbirini anlayamayacak mı?” “Evet yavrum. Ve en kötüsü… kristalin izi, Karanlık Duman Ormanı’na gidiyor.” Karanlık Duman Ormanı… Krallıktaki herkesin korktuğu yerdi. Orada ışık pek girmezdi, ağaçlar eski ve somurtkan görünürdü. Ama Pufi’nin kalbi güçlüydü. Çünkü kalplerden korkmazdı. “Ben giderim!” dedi Pufi kararlı bir sesle. Küçük yumruğunu sıktı. “Benim gözlerim kalpleri görür. Belki kristali çalanın kalbini de görebilirim!” Nine Bulut endişelendi ama Pufi’nin gözlerindeki kararlı pembe ışıltıyı görünce razı oldu. “Tamam… Ama yalnız gitme. Yanına Mimi’yi al. O küçük mavi kuş her zaman seninle olmak ister zaten.” Pufi gülümsedi. Mimi, en yakın arkadaşıydı. Her ne kadar sürekli “Ama orası tehlikeli!” dese de, Pufi’yi asla yalnız bırakmazdı. Böylece Pufi, kanatlarını çırparak havalandı. Yıldız antenleri neşeyle sallanıyordu. Arkasında küçük pembe kalp izleri bırakarak Karanlık Duman Ormanı’na doğru uçmaya başladı. Ormanın girişinde hava biraz serinlemişti. Ağaçlar sanki fısıldaşıyordu. Pufi biraz ürktü ama hemen kendine cesaret verdi: “ Korkma Pufi. Senin kalbin en güçlü kalp!” Tam o sırada ormanın içinden garip bir ses duyuldu: “Pufi… gel… buraya…” Pufi durdu. Kalp gözleri parladı. O sesin sahibinin kalbinde… garip bir şey vardı. Hem hüzün, hem yalnızlık, hem de çok çok eski bir özlem. “Kimsin sen?” diye sordu Pufi cesurca. Karanlığın içinden yavaş yavaş bir siluet belirdi. Büyük, siyah tüylü bir yaratıktı ama… gözleri Pufi’ninkiler gibi kalp şeklindeydi. Sadece onun kalpleri gri ve solgundu. “Ben… Koyu,” diye fısıldadı yaratık. “Uzun zamandır kimse beni görmedi. Kimse kalbimi okumadı.” Pufi yaklaştı. Küçük eliyle yaratığın yanağına dokundu. O anda Koyu’nun kalbinde ne kadar uzun zamandır yalnız olduğunu, nasıl kristali sadece “birini anlamak için” aldığını gördü. Pufi’nin gözleri yumuşadı. “Kristali geri verirsen… seni anlamaya çalışırım. Yalnız olmak zorunda değilsin.” Koyu şaşırdı. Kimse ona böyle yaklaşmamıştı. “Gerçekten mi?..” Pufi gülümsedi. Kalp gözleri daha da parlaklaştı. “Gerçekten. Çünkü ben Pufi’yim. Kalpleri seven küçük peri.” Devam edecek…