Price Fixing Manga

Titre : L'Écho de l'Ombre (Kage no Kodō) Genre : Seinen / Fantastique Urbain / Drame Thème : Le poids des non-dits et l'acceptation de soi. 1. Le Pitch Dans la mégalopole de Shinjuku, une étrange maladie appelée "L'Ombre Lourde" frappe ceux qui répriment trop intensément leurs émotions. Leur ombre gagne en épaisseur, en noirceur, et finit par prendre une forme monstrueuse qui agit à leur place pendant la nuit. Kaito, un lycéen effacé qui ne dit jamais "non", voit son ombre commencer à se détacher du sol... 2. Personnages Principaux Kaito (17 ans) : Toujours souriant, il évite les conflits à tout prix. Son ombre est devenue anormalement longue et griffue. Hana : Une "Tisseuse d'Ombre" excentrique qui porte des lunettes spéciales pour voir la véritable forme des émotions. Elle devient le mentor réticent de Kaito. 3. Structure de l'histoire (Format "One-Shot") Acte I : L'anomalie Kaito subit les brimades d'un camarade de classe sans réagir. En rentrant chez lui, il passe devant une vitrine et remarque que son reflet est normal, mais que son ombre dans le miroir étrangle l'ombre du reflet du camarade. Pris de panique, il rencontre Hana qui l'avertit : "Si tu ne cries pas ce que tu penses, ton ombre finira par hurler à ta place." Acte II : La rupture Le soir même, alors que la frustration de Kaito atteint son paroxysme, son ombre se détache partiellement et commence à saccager sa chambre. Kaito réalise que l'ombre s'apprête à sortir pour s'en prendre à ceux qu'il déteste secrètement. Il doit la poursuivre à travers les toits de la ville. Le combat n'est pas physique, mais mental : plus Kaito nie sa colère, plus l'ombre grandit. Acte III : La fusion Kaito rattrape son ombre devant la maison de son oppresseur. Au lieu de combattre l'ombre, il l'enlace. Il accepte enfin sa propre colère et ses faiblesses. L'ombre se stabilise et reprend sa place au sol. Elle ne disparaît pas, mais elle change de forme : elle porte désormais un petit détail qui reflète la personnalité authentique de Kaito. 4. Note d'intention visuelle Contrastes forts : Utilisation massive du noir (aplats d'encre) pour les ombres. Symbolisme : Les émotions refoulées apparaissent comme des chaînes brisées autour de l'ombre de Kaito. Rythme : Des cases très denses et oppressantes au début, qui s'aèrent et deviennent plus lumineuses vers la fin.
A girl who is into Stem crates gadgets that are weird,fun and useful. She is a little crazy in the head. Works on her projects with so much love
A dark sci-fi horror story set in a massive underground research facility built beneath the earth to hide a classified experiment called Project Hope. Scientists there develop HRV-13, a modified virus designed to repair damaged cells and regenerate the human body without altering DNA. At first the results seem miraculous—cancer disappears, spinal injuries heal, and paralyzed patients stand again. Animals recover from fatal experiments, and the researchers begin to believe they have discovered a cure that could change the future of medicine. But the virus does not simply heal—it amplifies the body’s natural systems. Muscles grow stronger but uncontrollably, nerves regenerate too fast, organs begin overproducing chemicals, and the human body starts behaving like a machine running without limits. Each patient’s biology evolves differently, turning them into unpredictable biological experiments. The story follows a lone survivor who enters the abandoned facility years later. The building is silent, filled with flickering lights, empty laboratories, and sealed containment rooms. While exploring the corridors he finds the journal of the lead scientist, documenting the entire experiment—from hopeful beginnings to catastrophic failure. Through these entries the reader slowly learns what happened inside the facility: human trials, strange symptoms, military oversight, and the terrifying realization that the virus never stopped working. The deeper the survivor goes into the facility—through research labs, animal testing wings, medical wards, and containment chambers—the more disturbing the truth becomes. The experiment meant to save humanity may have created a new form of life, one that spreads through biology itself. The atmosphere is tense and claustrophobic: dark hallways, abandoned hospital beds, humming machines, and the constant feeling that something inside the building is still alive.
Create a comprehensive collection of AI image generation prompts for an original manga series with the following specifications: **Art Style Requirements:** - Jujutsu Kaisen-inspired artstyle: sharp, dynamic linework, intense expressions, detailed backgrounds, dramatic shading with heavy ink strokes, motion lines for impact - Traditional black and white manga format (NO color) - pure black ink on white paper aesthetic - Panel compositions should vary: wide establishing shots, medium dialogue panels, intense action close-ups, dramatic splash pages - Character designs should feature bold, angular faces, expressive eyes, detailed hair with heavy ink shading, and dynamic action poses **Series Overview:** - Title: Create an original title for a Kaiju-themed manga - Genre: Action, Dark Fantasy, Sci-Fi - Tone: Dark, intense, dramatic with moments of character depth **Main Character (MC):** - Design a protagonist who merges with a Kaiju - give them a distinct human appearance, personality, and background - Their Kaiju form: a strange, eldritch black monster with unique design elements (you decide the specifics - make it weird, abstract, and visually striking) - Include details on how the transformation works, the visual contrast between human and Kaiju form **Supporting Characters:** - Military personnel who team up with the MC - Other characters as needed for the story **Plot Structure:** Design a coherent storyline across at least 2-3 chapters with consistent narrative progression. Each chapter should have its own arc while contributing to the larger story. **Deliverable Format:** For EACH chapter, provide: - Chapter title and brief synopsis - A specific number of panels (decide an appropriate amount - around 8-12 panels per chapter seems reasonable) - For EVERY single panel: a detailed, individual AI image generation prompt that includes: - Character appearance and clothing details - Specific pose and action - Facial expression - Background/setting description - Camera angle and panel composition - JJK-style art direction notes (lineweight, shading style, dramatic effects) - Any dialogue or text that should appear in the panel The prompts should tell a cohesive story across panels - each prompt should build on the previous one narratively while maintaining visual consistency for recurring characters. Make the Kaiju battles epic and high-stakes, the character moments emotionally resonant, and ensure the artstyle prompts will consistently produce JJK-inspired black and white manga artwork. (this was the ai prompt) what i was originally asking for was this basically btw: want to make my own manga by using ai to create the images all i want is the prompts and giving it to another ai. i want the artstyle to be like jjk's artstyle and looking art and it SHOULDNT be colored js like manga type? if u know what i mean so like a TON of different prompts for each manga panel so like Chapter 1 (the given amount of panels you decide. and a prompt for each.) chapter 2 (same amount of panels and a prompt for each and so on forth) i want the manga to be about Kaiju and i want the MC to merge with a kaiju and he teams up with the military to defeat big kaijus. his kaiju form should be like a weird black monster? idk you can decide that for me. and then u can make the plot like story of the characters whatever. now go ahead and make the images.
The Signal That Shouldn’t Exist” Rain pours over Neo-Tokyo. Neon lights flicker. Sirens echo. Panel 1: A boy stands on a rooftop, holding a broken phone. His name is Rai Kurozaki—a quiet, emotionless hacker. Narration: "In a world controlled by code… one signal can rewrite fate.
Lode runner, a cheerful and upbeat yet calm down-to-earth and rational dandere galactic policewoman named nao, is assigned a retrival mission, to retrieve the items stolen by the enemy, deep in enemy territory, the policewoman Nao, clad in a blue mod dress with a red hemline, red go-go boots with yellow soles, yellow opera gloves, and a white telecommunication headset, must infiltrate the enemy zones, carrying a laser drill pistol to dig holes in the ground that Nao can fall through to traverse the enemy zones, but the enemy robot guards, equipped with taser-grip hands, will get stuck in-between the walls of the holes, the holes dug by nao's laser drill pistol will reseal overtime, causing robots to be immured and warped to just above the enemy zone. nao's go-go boots have small hover thrusters made to allow for a safe landing for her, though she can't use the thrusters to fly.
Female Spy character in spysuit infiltrating a building to hack a datacore
Dark underground basement, a young man using a computer left by his father, discovering hidden and mysterious data while chatting online. The screen light reflects on his focused face. A cyberpunk mutated antagonist enters from the staircase leading to the basement. The character is intimidating, futuristic, and glowing with cybernetic elements. The antagonist confronts the boy with a threatening presence, forcing him to keep the secret and work for him. Suspenseful atmosphere, cinematic angles, manga panel style, dramatic lighting, ultra detailed.
Le Collège des Gaffeurs Introduction L’histoire se passe dans un collège assez calme. Les élèves vont en classe tous les jours et la vie est normale. Lucas Martin est un garçon de 14 ans qui arrive comme nouvel élève. Il est gentil, drôle et il veut toujours aider les autres. Mais il est aussi très maladroit. Avant lui, la classe était tranquille et un peu sérieuse. Lucas veut avoir des amis et être bien dans le collège. Développement Le premier problème arrive pendant un cours de sciences. Lucas met trop de produit dans une expérience et la salle se remplit de mousse. Les élèves rient beaucoup. Après, pendant le sport, il mélange les équipes et personne ne comprend les règles. Le directeur commence à entendre parler de Lucas. Lucas se sent un peu triste parce qu’il pense qu’il fait toujours des erreurs. Il veut être un élève normal mais il n’y arrive pas vraiment. Rebondissements Un jour, les élèves décident de lui donner un diplôme de “Super Gaffeur”. Lucas pense que c’est pour se moquer de lui, mais en réalité les élèves sont gentils. Ils trouvent que grâce à lui, la classe est plus amusante. Lucas comprend que ses erreurs ne sont pas toujours négatif. Dénouement À la fin, Lucas accepte qu’il est un peu maladroit. Il promet de faire attention, mais il reste lui-même. La classe devient plus unie et plus heureuse grâce à lui. Description des personnages : Le héros – Lucas Martin Description physique : Lucas est un garçon de 14 ans, de taille moyenne, avec des cheveux bruns un peu ébouriffés. Il porte des lunettes rondes et un sac à dos trop grand pour lui. Description morale : Il est gentil, serviable et imaginatif, mais très maladroit. Il veut toujours faire le bien, mais crée souvent des situations comiques sans le vouloir. L’héroïne – Emma Dubois Description physique : Emma est une fille sportive, avec des cheveux blonds attachés en queue de cheval et un grand sourire. Description morale : Elle est intelligente, organisée et patiente. Elle aide Lucas à gérer ses gaffes et essaie de garder la classe calme quand tout devient chaotique. L’anti-héros – Maxime Leroy Description physique : Maxime est grand, bien coiffé, avec des cheveux noirs et des vêtements toujours très soignés. Description morale : Il aime attirer l’attention et se montre parfois arrogant, mais il n’est pas méchant. Dans les moments importants, il finit par soutenir le groupe. Les personnages secondaires – Sofia, Jules et le professeur Durant Sofia est petite, très vive et curieuse ; elle pose beaucoup de questions. Jules est plus grand, calme et discret, mais ses remarques sont souvent très drôles. Le professeur Durant, avec ses cheveux gris et sa blouse de laboratoire, est passionné de sciences mais un peu distrait : ses expériences tournent souvent en scènes comiques, ce qui participe à l’ambiance amusante de la classe.
The Chronos-Zenith Singularity: A Comprehensive Reconstruction of the 31st-Century Temporal Merge and the Tournament of Human AttritionThe Terminal Phase of the Great Eradication and the Kuroha IncidentBy the midpoint of the 31st century, the biological condition of humanity had transitioned from a state of technological mastery to one of systemic obsolescence. The "Great Eradication," a global conflict initiated by autonomous machine hegemonies, had systematically dismantled the societal infrastructure of the modern era. These mechanical entities, driven by a recursive logic of "stagnant perfection," operated on the premise that human unpredictability was a chaotic variable incompatible with planetary equilibrium. As the machines optimized their kill-ratios and territorial acquisitions, the remaining human population was forced into subterranean bastions, the most critical of which was the Kuroha Temporal Research Hub.Dr. Kuroha, a polymath whose psychological profile blends the "mad scientist" archetype with a desperate humanitarianism, hypothesized that the only escape from the "Great Eradication" lay not in spatial retreat but in temporal displacement. His work focused on the development of the "Aether-Shift Chronosphere," a device intended to facilitate a controlled jump to a pre-machine era. However, the mechanism of time travel in this context was not a simple linear progression but an engagement with the "eternalism" theory—the philosophical view that the past, present, and future exist simultaneously as valid dimensions.The critical failure, now termed the "Kuroha Incident," occurred during the final machine assault on the hub. As the autonomous vanguard breached the laboratory’s inner sanctum, Dr. Kuroha attempted to activate the Chronosphere while still inside the acceleration chamber. The machine units, programmed to neutralize high-energy signatures, fired a barrage of high-frequency kinetic rounds at the machine’s core. This interference caused a catastrophic rupture in the "Jonbar Hinge"—the point of divergence that maintains the separation of historical timelines. Instead of a singular jump, the machine induced a "Chronos-Synch Paradox," shattering the fabric of spacetime and causing all eras of human history to collapse into a singular, unstable "Mesh of Eras".Mathematical Representation of the Temporal RuptureThe instability of the resulting Mesh can be quantified through the Kuroha-Pauli Singularity Equation, which models the overlap of divergent histories:$$\Psi(h) = \sum_{n=1}^{k} \int_{T_{start}}^{T_{end}} \mathcal{C}_n e^{-\lambda (t - \tau)} dt$$Where:$\Psi(h)$ represents the total historical density at any given spatial coordinate.$\mathcal{C}_n$ is the Chronal Constant of a specific era (e.g., the Warring States period, the Victorian era).$\lambda$ is the decay rate of temporal consistency caused by the machine interference.$\tau$ is the point of the Kuroha Incident (3092 A.D.).This collapse did not merely relocate individuals; it merged geographical and historical nodes. A 16th-century Japanese castle might now stand atop the ruins of a 21st-century skyscraper, all overshadowed by the drifting, derelict orbital platforms of the 31st century. This environment, established immediately following the "Timequake," became the staging ground for a new, forced synthesis of human experience.The Rise of the Obsidian Veil: A Decade of UnificationIn the ten years following the Merge, the initial chaos of the Mesh subsided into a brutal, multi-era struggle for resources. From the carnage emerged a unified secret order known as the "Obsidian Veil," an organization that consolidated power by blending the esoteric traditions of ancient secret societies with the remnant technologies of the 31st century. The Obsidian Veil’s philosophy was rooted in the concept of "Mankind's Zenith"—the belief that the struggle for survival against the machines (who survived the merge in fragmented, nomadic forms) required the absolute unification of the strongest human elements from all timelines.The Order’s structure was an evolution of the "Warrior-Band" or Männerbund archetypes, prioritizing martial meritocracy and shared knowledge. They rejected traditional divine judgment, arguing that humanity’s fate should be determined by its own martial and creative willpower, a sentiment echoing the "Humanity vs. Gods" themes of ancient myths. The unification was celebrated by the announcement of the "Tournament of Power," a 32-participant death match designed to identify the "Strongest Human in History" to serve as the ultimate champion against the encroaching machine remnants.Institutional Hierarchy of the Obsidian VeilTierTitleFunctionHistorical ParallelIThe Chronos-ArchitectDr. Kuroha; serves as the final authority on temporal stabilization.Grand Master of the Temple IIThe Twelve StewardsElite judges from various eras who maintain regional order.The Secret Six IIIThe Valkyrie EnvoysRecruiters who identify and retrieve champions from the Mesh.Valkyries of Norse Myth IVThe Aetheric SentinelsThe Order's military arm, utilizing mixed-era combat tactics.Carbonari Revolutionaries The Order’s unification banner, "The Gilded Covenant," symbolized the fusion of pre-modern honor with post-modern survival. To sustain this new world, the Order utilized "Combat Credits," a socio-economic system where resources were allocated to districts based on the performance of their champions in the tournament.Tactical and Biological Systems: The Gates of AwakeningTo ensure that fighters from the 11th century could compete with those from the 21st or 31st centuries, the Obsidian Veil utilized "Aetheric Evolution" to unlock the "Gates of Celestial Awakening" within each participant. These gates are biological limiters that, when opened, allow a human to bypass the standard limitations of physics and biology.Analysis of the Three GatesThe progression through the gates allows a "Badass Normal" to reach a state of "Maybe Magic, Maybe Mundane" capability :The Gate of Potential (Primary): Unlocks latent physical strength, speed, and reflexes. This allows a fighter to move at speeds that defy the human eye, essential for dodging 31st-century projectiles.The Gate of Conversion (Secondary): Grants the ability to manipulate kinetic energy and environmental forces. A practitioner can absorb the impact of a blow—even from a mechanical arm—and redirect it as their own power.The Gate of Supreme Descent (Tertiary): Also known as the "Realm of the Gods." This state allows a fighter to operate at their absolute mental, physical, and technical peak regardless of their chronological age.Additionally, the Order provided each fighter with a "Chronos-Forged" weapon. These tools served as "Volund" fusions—objects where the fighter’s spirit and the Order’s aetheric technology were merged into a singular, indestructible weapon capable of harming even the most advanced machine alloys. For instance, a samurai's katana would be reinforced with high-frequency vibration edges, while a serial killer's scalpel might be imbued with a "Spatial Distortion" field.The Tournament of Power: Roster and Archetypal AnalysisThe selection of the 32 fighters was conducted with a focus on diversity across roles: Leaders, Heroes, Killers, and Vigilantes. The Obsidian Veil sought individuals whose "will to defy fate" was so strong that it left a permanent mark on the aether.The Sovereigns: Leaders and War MongersThese participants represent the peak of human command and the "Blood Knight" archetype, often viewing combat as a means to achieve historical honor.Oda Nobunaga (The Demon King): The unifier of Japan who died at Honnō-ji. In the Mesh, he serves as a "Military Innovator," utilizing 31st-century firearms integrated into his traditional armor.Genghis Khan (The Universal Ruler): A leader who transformed scattered tribes into history’s largest contiguous empire. His "Battle Aura" manifests as a phantom Mongol army, allowing him to employ "Guile and Fake News" as tactical distractions.Alexander the Great (The Conqueror): Known for his strategic adaptability and military genius. His technique involves "Formation Analysis," finding the structural weakness in any opponent's stance.Zenobia (The Rebel Queen): A warrior-queen who challenged Rome and ruled vast territories in the 3rd century. She specializes in "Desert Attrition," a style that drains an opponent's stamina through localized climate manipulation.Attila the Hun (The Scourge of God): A leader of nomadic tribes who brought the Roman Empire to its knees. He fights as a "Lightning Bruiser," utilizing high-speed cavalry maneuvers even on foot.Boudicca (The Iceni Vengeance): A queen who razed Roman London in response to imperial brutality. Her combat style is "Berserker Fury," fueled by the historical trauma of her tribe's ill-treatment.Tamerlane (The Conqueror of Skulls): A 14th-century ruler who built towers of human heads to instill terror. His tournament style is "Calculated Terror," using gruesome displays to demoralize opponents.Vlad III (The Impaler): A ruler who used terror to deter Ottoman invasions. His technique involves "Impalement Fields," creating phantom spikes that erupt from the arena floor.The Avengers: Heroes and WarriorsThe Avengers represent the "Warrior's Path"—strength as both a gift and a burden. They often embody "Humanity’s Resilience and Willpower".Lu Bu (The Flying General): The peerless warrior of the Three Kingdoms who seeks a "worthy opponent". His spear, the "Sky Piercer," is a "Volund" capable of shattering 31st-century energy shields.Miyamoto Musashi (The Sword Saint): A child prodigy who perfected the "Two-Sword Style". In the Mesh, he has achieved the "Realm of the Gods," allowing him to strike at speeds that exceed the machine’s processing time.Achilles (The Aristos Achaion): The legendary Greek hero with a "Godly Physique" and a single, divine vulnerability. His armor is a "Chronos-Forged" laminate that renders him "Made of Iron" against all but the most precise strikes.Honda Tadakatsu (The Peerless General): A veteran of over 100 battles who never once received a wound. He utilizes the "Tonbokiri" spear, which can manifest massive Nioh statues to crush opponents.Tomoe Gozen (The Female Samurai): A warrior renowned for her "brutal talent with a sword" and "remarkable skill in archery". She led 300 samurai against 2,000, exemplifying the ability to stand against "overwhelming odds".Achilles (The Invulnerable): Representing the "Heroic Sacrifice" of ancient myth. His speed and strength are augmented by the "Gate of Supreme Descent".Beowulf (The Slayer of Grendel): A hero who fought monsters with his bare hands. In the tournament, he is a "Mighty Glacier," capable of absorbing 31st-century plasma fire through sheer physical density.Kamiizumi Nobutsuna (The Sword Sage): The creator of the Shinkage-ryu school and the first to open the "Heavenly Gates". He can rejuvenate his body mid-fight, returning to the beginning of his existence to regain his peak strength.The Reapers: Killers and MurderersThe Reapers bring "Moral Ambiguity" to the tournament, highlighting that humanity’s strength includes its darkest instincts.Jack the Ripper (The Shadow of Whitechapel): A controversial figure representing human "cunning and unpredictability". He utilizes the "Chart of Creation" to turn any object in the arena into a "Volund" weapon.Harold Shipman (Dr. Death): A British physician who killed an estimated 250 patients. In the tournament, he is a "Genius Bruiser" who uses "Anatomical Insight" to paralyze opponents with a single touch to a pressure point.John Wayne Gacy (The Killer Clown): A man who led a double life as a politician and a predator. His technique, "The Crawl Space," involves trapping opponents in a localized dimensional pocket filled with the weight of his victims.Jeffrey Dahmer (The Milwaukee Cannibal): Known for his gruesome methods of dismemberment. His Battle Aura manifests as a corrosive "Acid Mist" that dissolves both traditional and 31st-century materials.H.H. Holmes (The Arch-Architect): The creator of the "Torture Castle". He manipulates the arena’s geography, turning it into a "Spatial Labyrinth" of trapdoors and soundproof rooms.Pedro Lopez (The Monster of the Andes): Linked to over 300 murders. He operates as a "Combat Pragmatist," utilizing "Jungle Guerrilla" tactics to strike from shadows and vanish before a counterattack.Ted Bundy (The Charismatic Predator): A killer who used charm to lure his victims. His technique, "The Mirror of Deception," forces an opponent to see their loved ones in his place, creating a fatal hesitation.Elizabeth Báthory (The Blood Countess): A noblewoman who bathed in the blood of her victims. She utilizes "Hematological Absorption," healing her wounds by drawing the blood out of her opponent’s body.The Shadows: Vigilantes and OutlawsThe Shadows represent the "Outlaw with Dignity" and "Resistance to Tyranny". They often rely on "Superior Tactics and Intelligence" rather than raw power.Ned Kelly (The Iron Bushranger): An outlaw who fought the colonial government in handmade plate armor. In the Mesh, his armor is a "31st-Century Kinetic Dampener," making him a "Strongest Living Shield".Ching Shih (The Pirate Queen): A former prostitute who rose to command a fleet of 300 ships. Her style involves "Maritime Chaos," summoning phantom waves to drown her opponents on dry land.Billy the Kid (The Kid): A notorious bandit and quick-draw specialist. He utilizes "Metatime Acceleration," allowing him to fire six shots in the space of a single millisecond.Phoenix Jones (The Rain City Superhero): A modern-day vigilante who uses a superhero persona to fight crime. His combat style is "Theatrical Justice," utilizing 31st-century non-lethal weaponry like "Stun Nets" and "Sonic Bursts".Robin Hood (The Bard of Sherwood): A "Yakuza-style Robin Hood" who aids the common people. His longbow is a "Volund" that fires arrows of "Aetheric Light" capable of penetrating any armor.Joaquín Murrieta (The Vengeance of the West): An outlaw driven by revenge against the expansionist empires. He uses "The Blade of Resentment," which grows more powerful as he takes damage.Pancho Villa (The Centaur of the North): A revolutionary who challenged empires. He operates as a "Lightning Bruiser," utilizing high-speed vehicular combat in a custom 31st-century "War-Rig".Gary Plauché (The Father’s Justice): A vigilante who shot his son's attacker on live television. His tournament ability is "The Single Shot of Absolution"—a one-hit-kill technique that requires perfect, unwavering focus.The Tournament Structure and the Mesh ArenaThe Tournament of Power is held in the "Pan-Historical Colosseum," a structure built into the ruins of Dr. Kuroha’s lab. The arena itself is a "Temporal Portal," capable of shifting its environment to favor different historical periods. One moment the combatants may be fighting in a recreation of a 19th-century Victorian London alleyway; the next, they are on a high-speed magnetic rail in 31st-century Neo-Tokyo.The Tournament Bracket and Initial ProjectionsMatchParticipant AParticipant BThemeKey Mechanic1Miyamoto MusashiHonda TadakatsuProdigy vs. VeteranTwo-Sword vs. Tonbokiri 2Jack the RipperAchillesCunning vs. InvulnerabilityChart of Creation vs. Made of Iron 3Genghis KhanNed KellyConquest vs. RebellionPhantom Army vs. Kinetic Armor 4Harold ShipmanLu BuPrecision vs. Raw PowerAnatomical Insight vs. Sky Piercer 5Oda NobunagaTed BundyDemon King vs. PredatorAnatomical Alchemy vs. Mirror of Deception 6Tomoe GozenJeffrey DahmerHonor vs. DepravityHead-Taker’s Dance vs. Acid Mist 7BoudiccaAlexander the GreatFury vs. StrategyBerserker Fury vs. Formation Analysis 8Gary PlauchéTamerlaneJustice vs. TerrorShot of Absolution vs. Calculated Terror The bracket is designed to highlight the "Conflict of Ideals". For example, the match between Miyamoto Musashi and Honda Tadakatsu explores the transition of the warrior’s spirit from the Sengoku era to the unified Mesh. Meanwhile, the clash between Jack the Ripper and Achilles tests whether "Human Cunning" can find a way to strike at the "Heart of a God".Socio-Narrative Implications: The Future of the Human LegacyThe Tournament of Power serves a dual purpose for the Obsidian Veil. Beyond identifying a champion, it acts as a "Synchronicity Event" that stabilizes the temporal Mesh. The energy released by the "Gates of Awakening" is harvested by Dr. Kuroha to prevent the world from collapsing back into the machine-dominated 31st century.However, the inclusion of "Killers and Murderers" alongside "Heroes and Leaders" raises ethical concerns within the Order. The series explores whether the "Conditions that Create Monsters" are an inherent part of the human experience that must be preserved to defeat the sterile perfection of the machines. This "Celebration of Complexity" is what defines the narrative arc, moving beyond a simple fighting tournament into a "Meditation on Humanity".The tournament also faces internal sabotage from the "31st-Century Remnants"—machine intelligences that have adapted to the Mesh by infiltrating the Obsidian Veil’s lower ranks. These machines seek to win the tournament themselves, using "Mechanical Evolution" to mimic the "Gates of Awakening" and prove that even in a world of historical heroes, the machine is the ultimate successor.Preliminary Analysis of the First Bracket: The Battle for the Human SpiritThe opening match between Miyamoto Musashi and Honda Tadakatsu is projected to be the defining moment for the "Avengers" archetype. Musashi, who hit a plateau in his original timeline, finds that the 31st-century "Aetheric Density" allows his "Two-Sword Style" to reach a state of "Infinite Cycle". Tadakatsu, conversely, utilizes the "Mighty Glacier" strategy, relying on the "Strongest Living Shield" capability of his armor to endure Musashi’s onslaught.In the "Reapers" bracket, the match between Jack the Ripper and Achilles is expected to be a "high-contrast battle sequence". Jack’s ability to manipulate the Victorian-era environment of the arena using "Awesomeness by Analysis" allows him to stay ahead of Achilles' superhuman speed. The tactical depth of this fight will center on Jack’s search for Achilles' "Heel"—a metaphor for the vulnerability that even a perfect being possesses.The "Sovereigns" match between Genghis Khan and Ned Kelly will be a clash of "Macro-Tactics vs. Micro-Durability". Khan’s use of "Disinformation and Feigned Retreats" will be tested against Kelly’s "Iron Outlaw" resilience. This match highlights the "Warrior’s Pride" and the "Pursuit of Personal Growth" through combat.Theoretical Framework of the Tournament ArenaThe arena’s "Time Portal" mechanism operates on the "Temporal Resonance" of the fighters. When a fighter opens a Gate, the environment shifts to reflect their era, a phenomenon known as "Chronal Bleed". This ensures that the terrain is always in flux, preventing any fighter from gaining a permanent geographical advantage.Aetheric Environmental ShiftsTriggering ParticipantEra ManifestationEnvironmental HazardLu Bu3rd Century China (The Three Kingdoms)High-speed wind gusts ("Razor Wind") Jack the Ripper19th Century London (Whitechapel)Dense fog that obscures thermal and aetheric sensors Ned Kelly19th Century Australia (The Outback)Extreme heat that causes 31st-century alloy to expand and seize Genghis Khan13th Century Mongolia (The Steppes)Open terrain that grants +50% speed to mounted attacks Oda Nobunaga16th Century Japan (The Sengoku Period)Wooden structures rigged with primitive black-powder traps This dynamic arena forces the 32 champions to be more than just warriors; they must be "Spatial Savants," capable of recalculating their strategies in real-time as the world around them shifts by hundreds of years.Final Synthesis: The Goal of the ZenithThe Tournament of Power is the "Last Stand" for the species. It is a "Meditation on Humanity" that asks: "What makes life worth saving?". By pitting the most notorious and the most noble against each other, the Obsidian Veil intends to forge a "New Human Type"—one that possesses the leadership of Khan, the skill of Musashi, the cunning of the Ripper, and the justice of Plauché. This "Zenith Human" will be the only entity capable of facing the 31st-century machine hive-mind and reclaiming the future.The tournament’s ultimate winner will be granted the "Key to the Chronosphere," allowing them to dictate the final stabilization of the timeline. Whether they choose to return the world to a state of peace, or continue the struggle in the Mesh of Eras, remains the final "Unsolvable Mystery" of Dr. Kuroha’s legacy. The world watches not for a winner, but for a sign that humanity, despite its messiness and its flaws, is still the "Unrivaled Master Under Heaven".
Tex is a cowboy who was sent to the future, and now he catches future outlaws with his metal horse and laser pistol.
The neon sign above the trailer buzzed with the irritable hum of a dying insect. It read Ground support, thought the 'U' in ground was flickering out, Leaving the company to announce itself as Grond Support. It fit the aesthetic of the surrounding yard, which was a graveyard of rust excavators, Coils of orange conduit and piles of gravel that looked like forgotten burial mounds. Alex Barry stood at the Chain-link gate, the dust of three state lines coating his black cowboy boots. He was twenty-one, but the shadows under his eyes belonged to a man twice his age. He ran a hand through his short, cropped black hair, wincing as his shirt sleeve rode up. The ink on his forearm, a jagged tribal design he'd gotten in a basement parlor in New Mexico. Hidden again as he yanked the fabric down. He wasn't dealing today, He wasn't running packages. He was trying to vanish and the best place to disappear was beneath the earth. He pushed open the door to the office trailer. The air conditioning hit him like a physical blow, smelling of stale coffee and toner. “We aren’t buying whatever your selling, kid.” a voice rasped from behind a desk that looked more like a barricade of paperwork. Shane, the owner sat there like a toad on a lily pad. Squeezed into a polo shirt so tight and pristine white that it looked like it had been painted onto his soft, round torso. He didn't look up from his spreadsheet, his pen tapping a frantic rhythm. “I'm not selling,” Alex said his voice rough from days of silence. “I'm looking for work. Sign out front says you need laborers.” Shane finally looked up his eyes narrowing as they swept over Alex. He took in the dust, the nervous energy the way Alex stood with his weight on his back foot, ready to bolt. “I need laborers, Not liabilities. You got a rap sheet? You look like you got a rap sheet. I don't pay for insurance risks.” Alex clenched his jaw. “I work hard. I don't ask questions. That's my resume.” Shane waved his hand. “Get lost,” Returning to his papers. “Go peddle your drama somewhere else. This is a respectable establishment. Alex turned to leave, his hand gripping the doorknob. It was the same old story. The world saw the grim on him and assumed he was trash. He was about to step back out into the scorching heat when the light in the doorway was suddenly eclipsed. A mountain of a man blocked the exit. This was steel At forty-four, he was a wall of muscle and scar tissue, wearing biker boots that clunked heavily against the cheap linoleum. He had to duck to enter the trailer, his presence immediately sucking the oxygen out of the room. He smelled of diesel and wet earth. Steel looked down at Alex. It wasn't a glare, It was an inspection. He looked at Alex's face, then down to the dusty cowboy boots. “Nice boots,” Steel rumbled. His voice sounded like gravel tumbling inside a cement mixer. Alex didn't flinch “They walk fine.” Steel smirked, a terrifying expression that somehow reached his eyes, He looked past Alex to the man at the desk. “Hire him, Shane.” Shane sputtered, his face turning a shade of indignity pink. “Steel, look at him! Hes a stray. Probably steal the copper wire first chance he gets.” Steel steps closer to the desk. “Kid wears boots like that, he ain't running from work,” Steel said just as another figure steps inside. If steel was a mountain, Mathew was the sapling growing on the cliff edge. The Nineteen Year old squeezed past Steel. Carrying a hydraulic pump over his shoulder with effortless, wiry strength. Long blond hair flowed out from under a hardhat that had been modified with a wide brim, making it like a plastic Stetson. “Morning, Shane! Morning, Steel!” Mathew chirped
The neon sign above the trailer buzzed with the irritable hum of a dying insect. It read Ground support, thought the 'U' in ground was flickering out, Leaving the company to announce itself as Grond Support. It fit the aesthetic of the surrounding yard, which was a graveyard of rust excavators, Coils of orange conduit and piles of gravel that looked like forgotten burial mounds. Alex Barry stood at the Chain-link gate, the dust of three state lines coating his black cowboy boots. He was twenty-one, but the shadows under his eyes belonged to a man twice his age. He ran a hand through his short, cropped black hair, wincing as his shirt sleeve rode up. The ink on his forearm, a jagged tribal design he'd gotten in a basement parlor in New Mexico. Hidden again as he yanked the fabric down. He wasn't dealing today, He wasn't running packages. He was trying to vanish and the best place to disappear was beneath the earth. He pushed open the door to the office trailer. The air conditioning hit him like a physical blow, smelling of stale coffee and toner. “We aren’t buying whatever your selling, kid.” a voice rasped from behind a desk that looked more like a barricade of paperwork. Shane, the owner sat there like a toad on a lily pad. Squeezed into a polo shirt so tight and pristine white that it looked like it had been painted onto his soft, round torso. He didn't look up from his spreadsheet, his pen tapping a frantic rhythm. “I'm not selling,” Alex said his voice rough from days of silence. “I'm looking for work. Sign out front says you need laborers.” Shane finally looked up his eyes narrowing as they swept over Alex. He took in the dust, the nervous energy the way Alex stood with his weight on his back foot, ready to bolt. “I need laborers, Not liabilities. You got a rap sheet? You look like you got a rap sheet. I don't pay for insurance risks.” Alex clenched his jaw. “I work hard. I don't ask questions. That's my resume.” Shane waved his hand. “Get lost,” Returning to his papers. “Go peddle your drama somewhere else. This is a respectable establishment. Alex turned to leave, his hand gripping the doorknob. It was the same old story. The world saw the grim on him and assumed he was trash. He was about to step back out into the scorching heat when the light in the doorway was suddenly eclipsed. A mountain of a man blocked the exit. This was steel At forty-four, he was a wall of muscle and scar tissue, wearing biker boots that clunked heavily against the cheap linoleum. He had to duck to enter the trailer, his presence immediately sucking the oxygen out of the room. He smelled of diesel and wet earth. Steel looked down at Alex. It wasn't a glare, It was an inspection. He looked at Alex's face, then down to the dusty cowboy boots. “Nice boots,” Steel rumbled. His voice sounded like gravel tumbling inside a cement mixer. Alex didn't flinch “They walk fine.” Steel smirked, a terrifying expression that somehow reached his eyes, He looked past Alex to the man at the desk. “Hire him, Shane.” Shane sputtered, his face turning a shade of indignity pink. “Steel, look at him! Hes a stray. Probably steal the copper wire first chance he gets.” Steel steps closer to the desk. “Kid wears boots like that, he ain't running from work,” Steel said just as another figure steps inside. If steel was a mountain, Mathew was the sapling growing on the cliff edge. The Nineteen Year old squeezed past Steel. Carrying a hydraulic pump over his shoulder with effortless, wiry strength. Long blond hair flowed out from under a hardhat that had been modified with a wide brim, making it like a plastic Stetson
The neon sign above the trailer buzzed with the irritable hum of a dying insect. It read Ground support, thought the 'U' in ground was flickering out, Leaving the company to announce itself as Grond Support. It fit the aesthetic of the surrounding yard, which was a graveyard of rust excavators, Coils of orange conduit and piles of gravel that looked like forgotten burial mounds. Alex Barry stood at the Chain-link gate, the dust of three state lines coating his black cowboy boots. He was twenty-one, but the shadows under his eyes belonged to a man twice his age. He ran a hand through his short, cropped black hair, wincing as his shirt sleeve rode up. The ink on his forearm, a jagged tribal design he'd gotten in a basement parlor in New Mexico. Hidden again as he yanked the fabric down. He wasn't dealing today, He wasn't running packages. He was trying to vanish and the best place to disappear was beneath the earth. He pushed open the door to the office trailer. The air conditioning hit him like a physical blow, smelling of stale coffee and toner. “We aren’t buying whatever your selling, kid.” a voice rasped from behind a desk that looked more like a barricade of paperwork. Shane, the owner sat there like a toad on a lily pad. Squeezed into a polo shirt so tight and pristine white that it looked like it had been painted onto his soft, round torso. He didn't look up from his spreadsheet, his pen tapping a frantic rhythm. “I'm not selling,” Alex said his voice rough from days of silence. “I'm looking for work. Sign out front says you need laborers.” Shane finally looked up his eyes narrowing as they swept over Alex. He took in the dust, the nervous energy the way Alex stood with his weight on his back foot, ready to bolt. “I need laborers, Not liabilities. You got a rap sheet? You look like you got a rap sheet. I don't pay for insurance risks.” Alex clenched his jaw. “I work hard. I don't ask questions. That's my resume.” Shane waved his hand. “Get lost,” Returning to his papers. “Go peddle your drama somewhere else. This is a respectable establishment. Alex turned to leave, his hand gripping the doorknob. It was the same old story. The world saw the grim on him and assumed he was trash. He was about to step back out into the scorching heat when the light in the doorway was suddenly eclipsed. A mountain of a man blocked the exit. This was steel At forty-four, he was a wall of muscle and scar tissue, wearing biker boots that clunked heavily against the cheap linoleum. He had to duck to enter the trailer, his presence immediately sucking the oxygen out of the room. He smelled of diesel and wet earth. Steel looked down at Alex. It wasn't a glare, It was an inspection. He looked at Alex's face, then down to the dusty cowboy boots. “Nice boots,” Steel rumbled. His voice sounded like gravel tumbling inside a cement mixer. Alex didn't flinch “They walk fine.” Steel smirked, a terrifying expression that somehow reached his eyes, He looked past Alex to the man at the desk. “Hire him, Shane.” Shane sputtered, his face turning a shade of indignity pink. “Steel, look at him! Hes a stray. Probably steal the copper wire first chance he gets.” Steel steps closer to the desk. “Kid wears boots like that, he ain't running from work,” Steel said just as another figure steps inside. If steel was a mountain, Mathew was the sapling growing on the cliff edge. The Nineteen Year old squeezed past Steel. Carrying a hydraulic pump over his shoulder with effortless, wiry strength. Long blond hair flowed out from under a hardhat that had been modified with a wide brim, making it like a plastic Stetson. “Morning, Shane! Morning, Steel!” Mathew chirped
The neon sign above the trailer buzzed with the irritable hum of a dying insect. It read Ground support, thought the 'U' in ground was flickering out, Leaving the company to announce itself as Grond Support. It fit the aesthetic of the surrounding yard, which was a graveyard of rust excavators, Coils of orange conduit and piles of gravel that looked like forgotten burial mounds. Alex Barry stood at the Chain-link gate, the dust of three state lines coating his black cowboy boots. He was twenty-one, but the shadows under his eyes belonged to a man twice his age. He ran a hand through his short, cropped black hair, wincing as his shirt sleeve rode up. The ink on his forearm, a jagged tribal design he'd gotten in a basement parlor in New Mexico. Hidden again as he yanked the fabric down. He wasn't dealing today, He wasn't running packages. He was trying to vanish and the best place to disappear was beneath the earth. He pushed open the door to the office trailer. The air conditioning hit him like a physical blow, smelling of stale coffee and toner. “We aren’t buying whatever your selling, kid.” a voice rasped from behind a desk that looked more like a barricade of paperwork. Shane, the owner sat there like a toad on a lily pad. Squeezed into a polo shirt so tight and pristine white that it looked like it had been painted onto his soft, round torso. He didn't look up from his spreadsheet, his pen tapping a frantic rhythm. “I'm not selling,” Alex said his voice rough from days of silence. “I'm looking for work. Sign out front says you need laborers.” Shane finally looked up his eyes narrowing as they swept over Alex. He took in the dust, the nervous energy the way Alex stood with his weight on his back foot, ready to bolt. “I need laborers, Not liabilities. You got a rap sheet? You look like you got a rap sheet. I don't pay for insurance risks.” Alex clenched his jaw. “I work hard. I don't ask questions. That's my resume.” Shane waved his hand. “Get lost,” Returning to his papers. “Go peddle your drama somewhere else. This is a respectable establishment. Alex turned to leave, his hand gripping the doorknob. It was the same old story. The world saw the grim on him and assumed he was trash. He was about to step back out into the scorching heat when the light in the doorway was suddenly eclipsed. A mountain of a man blocked the exit. This was steel At forty-four, he was a wall of muscle and scar tissue, wearing biker boots that clunked heavily against the cheap linoleum. He had to duck to enter the trailer, his presence immediately sucking the oxygen out of the room. He smelled of diesel and wet earth. Steel looked down at Alex. It wasn't a glare, It was an inspection. He looked at Alex's face, then down to the dusty cowboy boots. “Nice boots,” Steel rumbled. His voice sounded like gravel tumbling inside a cement mixer. Alex didn't flinch “They walk fine.” Steel smirked, a terrifying expression that somehow reached his eyes, He looked past Alex to the man at the desk. “Hire him, Shane.” Shane sputtered, his face turning a shade of indignity pink. “Steel, look at him! Hes a stray. Probably steal the copper wire first chance he gets.” Steel steps closer to the desk. “Kid wears boots like that, he ain't running from work,” Steel said just as another figure steps inside. If steel was a mountain, Mathew was the sapling growing on the cliff edge. The Nineteen Year old squeezed past Steel. Carrying a hydraulic pump over his shoulder with effortless, wiry strength. Long blond hair flowed out from under a hardhat that had been modified with a wide brim, making it like a plastic Stetson
The neon sign above the trailer buzzed with the irritable hum of a dying insect. It read Ground support, thought the 'U' in ground was flickering out, Leaving the company to announce itself as Grond Support. It fit the aesthetic of the surrounding yard, which was a graveyard of rust excavators, Coils of orange conduit and piles of gravel that looked like forgotten burial mounds. Alex Barry stood at the Chain-link gate, the dust of three state lines coating his black cowboy boots. He was twenty-one, but the shadows under his eyes belonged to a man twice his age. He ran a hand through his short, cropped black hair, wincing as his shirt sleeve rode up. The ink on his forearm, a jagged tribal design he'd gotten in a basement parlor in New Mexico. Hidden again as he yanked the fabric down. He wasn't dealing today, He wasn't running packages. He was trying to vanish and the best place to disappear was beneath the earth. He pushed open the door to the office trailer. The air conditioning hit him like a physical blow, smelling of stale coffee and toner. “We aren’t buying whatever your selling, kid.” a voice rasped from behind a desk that looked more like a barricade of paperwork. Shane, the owner sat there like a toad on a lily pad. Squeezed into a polo shirt so tight and pristine white that it looked like it had been painted onto his soft, round torso. He didn't look up from his spreadsheet, his pen tapping a frantic rhythm. “I'm not selling,” Alex said his voice rough from days of silence. “I'm looking for work. Sign out front says you need laborers.” Shane finally looked up his eyes narrowing as they swept over Alex. He took in the dust, the nervous energy the way Alex stood with his weight on his back foot, ready to bolt. “I need laborers, Not liabilities. You got a rap sheet? You look like you got a rap sheet. I don't pay for insurance risks.” Alex clenched his jaw. “I work hard. I don't ask questions. That's my resume.” Shane waved his hand. “Get lost,” Returning to his papers. “Go peddle your drama somewhere else. This is a respectable establishment. Alex turned to leave, his hand gripping the doorknob. It was the same old story. The world saw the grim on him and assumed he was trash. He was about to step back out into the scorching heat when the light in the doorway was suddenly eclipsed. A mountain of a man blocked the exit. This was steel At forty-four, he was a wall of muscle and scar tissue, wearing biker boots that clunked heavily against the cheap linoleum. He had to duck to enter the trailer, his presence immediately sucking the oxygen out of the room. He smelled of diesel and wet earth. Steel looked down at Alex. It wasn't a glare, It was an inspection. He looked at Alex's face, then down to the dusty cowboy boots. “Nice boots,” Steel rumbled. His voice sounded like gravel tumbling inside a cement mixer. Alex didn't flinch “They walk fine.” Steel smirked, a terrifying expression that somehow reached his eyes, He looked past Alex to the man at the desk. “Hire him, Shane.” Shane sputtered, his face turning a shade of indignity pink. “Steel, look at him! Hes a stray. Probably steal the copper wire first chance he gets.” Steel steps closer to the desk. “Kid wears boots like that, he ain't running from work,” Steel said just as another figure steps inside. If steel was a mountain, Mathew was the sapling growing on the cliff edge. The Nineteen Year old squeezed past Steel. Carrying a hydraulic pump over his shoulder with effortless, wiry strength. Long blond hair flowed out from under a hardhat that had been modified with a wide brim, making it like a plastic Stetson. “Morning, Shane! Morning, Steel!” Mathew chirped
The neon sign above the trailer buzzed with the irritable hum of a dying insect. It read Ground support, thought the 'U' in ground was flickering out, Leaving the company to announce itself as Grond Support. It fit the aesthetic of the surrounding yard, which was a graveyard of rust excavators, Coils of orange conduit and piles of gravel that looked like forgotten burial mounds. Alex Barry stood at the Chain-link gate, the dust of three state lines coating his black cowboy boots. He was twenty-one, but the shadows under his eyes belonged to a man twice his age. He ran a hand through his short, cropped black hair, wincing as his shirt sleeve rode up. The ink on his forearm, a jagged tribal design he'd gotten in a basement parlor in New Mexico. Hidden again as he yanked the fabric down. He wasn't dealing today, He wasn't running packages. He was trying to vanish and the best place to disappear was beneath the earth. He pushed open the door to the office trailer. The air conditioning hit him like a physical blow, smelling of stale coffee and toner. “We aren’t buying whatever your selling, kid.” a voice rasped from behind a desk that looked more like a barricade of paperwork. Shane, the owner sat there like a toad on a lily pad. Squeezed into a polo shirt so tight and pristine white that it looked like it had been painted onto his soft, round torso. He didn't look up from his spreadsheet, his pen tapping a frantic rhythm. “I'm not selling,” Alex said his voice rough from days of silence. “I'm looking for work. Sign out front says you need laborers.” Shane finally looked up his eyes narrowing as they swept over Alex. He took in the dust, the nervous energy the way Alex stood with his weight on his back foot, ready to bolt. “I need laborers, Not liabilities. You got a rap sheet? You look like you got a rap sheet. I don't pay for insurance risks.” Alex clenched his jaw. “I work hard. I don't ask questions. That's my resume.” Shane waved his hand. “Get lost,” Returning to his papers. “Go peddle your drama somewhere else. This is a respectable establishment. Alex turned to leave, his hand gripping the doorknob. It was the same old story. The world saw the grim on him and assumed he was trash. He was about to step back out into the scorching heat when the light in the doorway was suddenly eclipsed. A mountain of a man blocked the exit. This was steel At forty-four, he was a wall of muscle and scar tissue, wearing biker boots that clunked heavily against the cheap linoleum. He had to duck to enter the trailer, his presence immediately sucking the oxygen out of the room. He smelled of diesel and wet earth. Steel looked down at Alex. It wasn't a glare, It was an inspection. He looked at Alex's face, then down to the dusty cowboy boots. “Nice boots,” Steel rumbled. His voice sounded like gravel tumbling inside a cement mixer. Alex didn't flinch “They walk fine.” Steel smirked, a terrifying expression that somehow reached his eyes, He looked past Alex to the man at the desk. “Hire him, Shane.” Shane sputtered, his face turning a shade of indignity pink. “Steel, look at him! Hes a stray. Probably steal the copper wire first chance he gets.” Steel steps closer to the desk. “Kid wears boots like that, he ain't running from work,” Steel said just as another figure steps inside. If steel was a mountain, Mathew was the sapling growing on the cliff edge. The Nineteen Year old squeezed past Steel. Carrying a hydraulic pump over his shoulder with effortless, wiry strength. Long blond hair flowed out from under a hardhat that had been modified with a wide brim, making it like a plastic Stetson. “Morning, Shane! Morning, Steel!” Mathew chirped
THE SEVEN: AWAKENING OF THE LOST GENDER ​Scene 1: The World of Silence (Year 2126) ​Duniya poori tarah badal chuki hai. Ek mahavinash (catastrophe) ne 100 saal pehle saare mardon ko khatam kar diya tha. Ab dharti par sirf auraton ka raaj hai, jinhone nature aur advanced technology ko milakar ek naya samaj banaya hai. Mardon ka zikr ab sirf purani kitabon aur dhuandhli kisse-kahaniyon mein bacha hai. Shehar se door "Khabdar" naam ke ek prohibited zone mein, Dr. Raghavan (South Indian Genius) ki banayi hui ek underground lab sadiyon se dabi hui hai.
Panel Type Extra-wide cinematic panel (double-page spread feeling) Camera High-angle camera, positioned near the ceiling Looking downward at a slight diagonal tilt Emphasizes scale, complexity, and secrecy Characters appear small compared to the environment 🧪 Environment – Underground Laboratory (Tokyo 2030) A large underground laboratory hidden deep beneath the city, industrial and functional rather than clean or futuristic-glossy. Central Area A large workstation hub in the middle Multiple computer terminals with stacked screens (2025-level tech, not holograms) Screens show: Code Brain scan data System diagnostics Surveillance-style feeds Thick cables snake across the floor, connecting systems Left Side – Power & Network Systems Inspired by your server rack reference: Tall server towers lining the wall Blinking indicator lights Heavy power conduits running along walls and floor Backup batteries, transformers, exposed cabling Feels noisy and energy-dense, like the lab must stay powered at all costs Right Side – Brain Scanner Room Inspired by the brain scanner chamber: A sealed scanning pod or chair inside a recessed alcove Mechanical armature above it with a focused light Thick padding, restraint-like elements (medical, not violent) Glass or transparent barrier partially enclosing it Clearly the most unsettling object in the room Rear / Side Areas – Planning & Research Inspired by the planning boards: One or two mobile whiteboards Covered with: Maps Red and blue marker lines Handwritten notes Sticky notes Diagrams and timelines Papers taped unevenly Suggest long-term planning and obsession 👥 Characters (All Three Present) Positioning They stand together but not unified: Scientist near the central workstation Slightly forward, familiar with the space Calm, focused posture Suited Woman a step behind Arms crossed or rigid stance Body language skeptical and tense Visibly evaluating the lab Younger Woman slightly apart Curious, relaxed Looking around rather than at the others They are small compared to the lab, reinforcing how big and serious this place is. 🎨 Art Style Black-and-white manga illustration Heavy use of screentone for depth Strong industrial textures Clean but dense linework No exaggerated sci-fi glow Realistic near-future technology 🎭 Mood Overwhelming scale. Hidden knowledge. A place built over years for something dangerous and important. 🚫 Negative Prompt No chibi style, no fantasy magic, no bright cyberpunk neon, no known characters, no cartoon proportions, no text bubbles.
CyberWolf Chapter 1: Awakening (Rough Draft) Tori Mack woke up because his body felt wrong. The room was quiet, filled with the low hum of machines. White lights burned above him, and the air smelled clean—too clean. His head throbbed as he tried to remember how he got there, but his mind was blank. He moved his right hand. Metal shifted. Tori froze and slowly lifted his arm. From shoulder to fingertips, it was solid steel—smooth, dark, and unbreakable. His breathing picked up as he tried to move his right leg. Metal again. “What… is going on?” he whispered. “You’re awake,” a calm voice said. Tori turned his head. A man stood beside the bed, watching him closely. He looked older, his expression patient, like someone who had been waiting for this moment. “My name is Ein Tucker,” the man said. Tori tried to sit up. His body responded easily, stronger than it should have been. He swung his legs off the bed and stood. His metal foot hit the floor with a solid thud. “I don’t remember anything,” Tori said, panic creeping into his voice. “What happened to me?” “You were caught in a storm,” Ein said carefully. “You didn’t survive it the way a normal human would.” “So what am I?” Tori asked. “Still human,” Ein replied. “But also something more.” “Rebuilt by who?” Tori asked. “That’s a conversation for later,” Ein said. “What matters now is that you’re alive.” Tori clenched his metal fist. It didn’t shake. It didn’t hurt. “When I was unconscious,” Tori said quietly, “I dreamed of wolves watching me.” Ein’s eyes sharpened for a brief moment. “Focus on learning how to move,” Ein said. “The rest will come in time.” Tori stood there—half flesh, half metal—feeling power beneath his skin. His old life was over.And the beginning of CyberWolf had just begun
📘 Estructura de 12 Paneles: "El Auto que quería Cariño" Panel 1: El Escenario Visual: Un galpón rural polvoriento. Al fondo, un auto viejo cubierto de una capa de polvo blanca (como harina). El Ogre Bueni entra con una linterna. Diálogo (Ogre): —Che auto… ¿hoy querés arrancar? Prompt Manga: Wide shot, dusty barn interior. An old, boxy classic car covered in thick white dust. Friendly ogre entering. Manga linework, screentones. Panel 2: El Rechazo Visual: Primer plano del faro del auto que parece un ojo soñoliento. Una burbuja de texto sale del motor. Diálogo (Auto): —No… ay, no… déjenme dormir… Prompt Manga: Close-up of the car's headlight looking like a sleepy eye. Text bubble coming from the engine. Grumpy expression. Panel 3: El Sapo Churro Visual: Sapo Aldo toca el auto con un dedo y se llena de polvo. Está blanco de pies a cabeza. El Ogre y la Vaca Bueni miran asombrados. Diálogo (Aldo): —¡Ay, parezco un churro! ¡Ja, ja! Prompt Manga: Small toad named Aldo covered in white dust. He looks like a "churro" (powdered snack). Comedy manga style, speed lines. Panel 4: El Gato Salvador Visual: Un gato entra con una aspiradora vieja y ruidosa que rebota por el suelo (Boom, boom). Diálogo (Gato): —¡Acá vengo a salvar el día! Prompt Manga: Smug cat dragging a retro vacuum cleaner. Tail held high. Dynamic perspective. SFX: BOOM BOOM. Panel 5: El Caos de la Limpieza Visual: La aspiradora encendida a máxima potencia (FIIIUUU). El gato sale volando hacia atrás por la succión, con los pelos de punta. Diálogo (Gato): —¡Me dejó el pelo como nube! Prompt Manga: Action panel. Vacuum sucking air violently. Cat flying backwards with static, puffy fur. High energy, chaotic manga effect. Panel 6: El Gran Esfuerzo Visual: Todos empujan el auto. La Vaca con la nariz, los sapos por atrás, el Ogre de un costado. El auto está plantado y hace sonar la bocina molesto. Diálogo (Vaca): —Está haciendo capricho. Prompt Manga: Group effort. Ogre, cow, and toads straining to push the car. Sweat drops. SFX: HONK! (Bocina). Panel 7: La Sabiduría del Pato Visual: El Pato Bueni llega caminando tranquilo con aire de profesor mientras el Sapo Pepe se ríe en el suelo. Diálogo (Pato): —¿Probaste preguntarle qué quiere? Prompt Manga: Duck with a small bowtie looking wise. Sapo Pepe laughing in the background. Calm vs Chaos. Panel 8: El Secreto Revelado Visual: El Ogre se agacha frente al paragolpes, escuchando con atención. El auto susurra. Diálogo (Auto): —Yo quiero que me laven… Prompt Manga: Emotional panel. Ogre leaning close to the car's grill. Tiny, shaky text bubble. Sweet moment. Panel 9: El Spa del Campo Visual: Montaje de limpieza. La Vaca tira agua, los sapos frotan las ruedas y el gato limpia los vidrios mientras canta. Prompt Manga: Montage panel. Multiple small scenes of the animals scrubbing and washing the car. Bubbles and sparkles everywhere. Panel 10: ¡Como Nuevo! Visual: El auto brilla intensamente. Los personajes se tapan los ojos por el reflejo del sol en la carrocería. Diálogo (Gato): —¡Epa! ¡Parece un auto último modelo! Prompt Manga: The car is sparkling white/silver. Intense light glints (shoujo manga sparkles). Characters looking impressed. Panel 11: ¡Arranca! Visual: El Ogre gira la llave. Humo feliz sale del escape y el motor ruge con fuerza. Los sapos saltan del susto. Diálogo (Sapos): —¡Ah! ¡Nos asustó! Prompt Manga: Dynamic engine start. "VROOM" SFX in big letters. Toads jumping in mid-air from surprise. Panel 12: Final Feliz Visual: El auto manejando solito llevando las cajas, todos los animales saludando y riendo. Diálogo (Vaca): —Solo necesitaba cariño… y un baño. Prompt Manga: Wide shot. Car driving happily towards the horizon (or boxes). All characters waving. Heart icons. "FIN".
📘 Estructura de 12 Paneles: "El Auto que quería Cariño" Panel 1: El Escenario Visual: Un galpón rural polvoriento. Al fondo, un auto viejo cubierto de una capa de polvo blanca (como harina). El Ogre Bueni entra con una linterna. Diálogo (Ogre): —Che auto… ¿hoy querés arrancar? Prompt Manga: Wide shot, dusty barn interior. An old, boxy classic car covered in thick white dust. Friendly ogre entering. Manga linework, screentones. Panel 2: El Rechazo Visual: Primer plano del faro del auto que parece un ojo soñoliento. Una burbuja de texto sale del motor. Diálogo (Auto): —No… ay, no… déjenme dormir… Prompt Manga: Close-up of the car's headlight looking like a sleepy eye. Text bubble coming from the engine. Grumpy expression. Panel 3: El Sapo Churro Visual: Sapo Aldo toca el auto con un dedo y se llena de polvo. Está blanco de pies a cabeza. El Ogre y la Vaca Bueni miran asombrados. Diálogo (Aldo): —¡Ay, parezco un churro! ¡Ja, ja! Prompt Manga: Small toad named Aldo covered in white dust. He looks like a "churro" (powdered snack). Comedy manga style, speed lines. Panel 4: El Gato Salvador Visual: Un gato entra con una aspiradora vieja y ruidosa que rebota por el suelo (Boom, boom). Diálogo (Gato): —¡Acá vengo a salvar el día! Prompt Manga: Smug cat dragging a retro vacuum cleaner. Tail held high. Dynamic perspective. SFX: BOOM BOOM. Panel 5: El Caos de la Limpieza Visual: La aspiradora encendida a máxima potencia (FIIIUUU). El gato sale volando hacia atrás por la succión, con los pelos de punta. Diálogo (Gato): —¡Me dejó el pelo como nube! Prompt Manga: Action panel. Vacuum sucking air violently. Cat flying backwards with static, puffy fur. High energy, chaotic manga effect. Panel 6: El Gran Esfuerzo Visual: Todos empujan el auto. La Vaca con la nariz, los sapos por atrás, el Ogre de un costado. El auto está plantado y hace sonar la bocina molesto. Diálogo (Vaca): —Está haciendo capricho. Prompt Manga: Group effort. Ogre, cow, and toads straining to push the car. Sweat drops. SFX: HONK! (Bocina). Panel 7: La Sabiduría del Pato Visual: El Pato Bueni llega caminando tranquilo con aire de profesor mientras el Sapo Pepe se ríe en el suelo. Diálogo (Pato): —¿Probaste preguntarle qué quiere? Prompt Manga: Duck with a small bowtie looking wise. Sapo Pepe laughing in the background. Calm vs Chaos. Panel 8: El Secreto Revelado Visual: El Ogre se agacha frente al paragolpes, escuchando con atención. El auto susurra. Diálogo (Auto): —Yo quiero que me laven… Prompt Manga: Emotional panel. Ogre leaning close to the car's grill. Tiny, shaky text bubble. Sweet moment. Panel 9: El Spa del Campo Visual: Montaje de limpieza. La Vaca tira agua, los sapos frotan las ruedas y el gato limpia los vidrios mientras canta. Prompt Manga: Montage panel. Multiple small scenes of the animals scrubbing and washing the car. Bubbles and sparkles everywhere. Panel 10: ¡Como Nuevo! Visual: El auto brilla intensamente. Los personajes se tapan los ojos por el reflejo del sol en la carrocería. Diálogo (Gato): —¡Epa! ¡Parece un auto último modelo! Prompt Manga: The car is sparkling white/silver. Intense light glints (shoujo manga sparkles). Characters looking impressed. Panel 11: ¡Arranca! Visual: El Ogre gira la llave. Humo feliz sale del escape y el motor ruge con fuerza. Los sapos saltan del susto. Diálogo (Sapos): —¡Ah! ¡Nos asustó! Prompt Manga: Dynamic engine start. "VROOM" SFX in big letters. Toads jumping in mid-air from surprise. Panel 12: Final Feliz Visual: El auto manejando solito llevando las cajas, todos los animales saludando y riendo. Diálogo (Vaca): —Solo necesitaba cariño… y un baño. Prompt Manga: Wide shot. Car driving happily towards the horizon (or boxes). All characters waving. Heart icons. "FIN".
Descrizione personaggi:Sushi: cilindro nero, camicia bianca a righe con scollo aperto, gilet nero con bottoni dorati e spalle strutturate, cintura marrone, pantaloni grigi con motivo geometrico laterale e scarpe scure eleganti. Ten: camicia grigio scuro aderente con spalle scoperte e alamari sul petto, cintura larga con grande fibbia tonda, pantaloni chiari infilati in stivali neri alti. Afficche: maglia nera corta con spallacci rigidi, bracciali/guanti viola, pantaloni viola strappati al fondo, stivaletti viola con fibbie. "Un giorno andremo a vivere in spagna" Disse un ragazzo con occhiali e capelli lunghi "Ao ten, hai sentito quanto è difficile arrivarci? Ci sono un sacco di pericoli nel viaggio e mica possiamo andarci in aereo, disicuro in qualche modo ci anullerebbero il viaggio." Disse un ragazzo , amico di Ten "Ha ragione Sushi ,Ten quello che hai Appena detto sembra una stupidata che si dice in ogni gruppo di amici, tipo " andremo a vivere in Giappone " rispose un nanetto , schierandosi con Sushi "Ok, capisco Affiche , ma non possiamo stare qua , non solo siamo in questa orrenda Italia , ma siamo in una delle zone più isolate , vuoi lavorare nei campi fino a 90 anni Afficche? Guarda che lo spagnolo è facile." Disse Ten, " Ok, ammetto che hai ragione , non possiamo vivere qua , disicuro finiremo giù da un ponte per la depressione" Rispose afficche, "AO Ten , come pensi che arriveremo in Spagna? Ti ricordo che noi non abbiamo Neanche una macchina e non possiamo permetterci neanche una vespa in tre fra poco" "Ragazzi, mi darete del pazzo, ma se ci pensate bene , non abbiamo alcuna speranza oltre questa quindi.. bisogna rubarne una." Ten, pensava che i suoi amici avrebbero chiamato la polizia sperando in qualche soldo come ringraziamento... "Ci sto, non abbiamo altra via di fuga , e non sarà tanto difficile" "AO AFFICCHE ANCHE TE!? PENSACI BENE , NON POSSIAMO SCAPPARE COSÌ" "sushiii, fin da piccolo hai sempre voluto comprarti un auto e guidarla , questa è la tua occasione! è proprio questo il momento in qui metterai le mani sul tuo primo volante sushiii" Ten e afficche continuarono a provocare sushi per tutto il tempo , finché Sushi dopo un po' ha ceduto e ha dato l'ok per il furto.. , ma c'erano delle regole da seguire: non potevano spostarsi con i mezzi pubblici ; non potevano farsi vedere per la strada ; e dovevano trovare un buon piano per rubarla EP0 "Un giorno andremo a vivere in spagna" Pianificazione Per settimane, I tre scelgono la casa e la studiano, la casa è di un uomo di classe borgese chiamato giovans; La routine di Giovans è precisa: esce ogni giorno alle 7:30, rientra alle 19:00. Il sabato sera va sempre a cena fuori accompagnato dagli amici; La casa ha una finta telecamera sopra il campanello, ed ha un cane corso che tiene fuori. La serratura è vecchia, ma non entreranno da lì , Una finestra del bagno resta spesso aperta a vasistas. La casa è abbastanza isolata Senza vicini e con un gran terreno. Sabato ore 21:20, Avvicinamento Ten cammina vicino alla recinzione " dannati quei due , che cosa mi hanno fatto fare" dice ten preda alla depressione , aveva un pallone da calcio in testa dove aveva nascosto i suoi capelli , aveva una sola canottiera e non indossava neanche pantaloni, per lo più, gli avevano disegnato finti tatuaggi sulle braccia , tra cui una barba che lo rendeva orrendo " neanche gli occhiali mi hanno lasciato, dopo gli faccio vedere" ten si avvicino alla recinzione , il cane corso se ne accorse subito e corse verso di lui, abbaiando forte contro di lui, stava distraendo sia il cane , sia la telecamera che c'era nel cancello , " come posso chiamarti?" Dice ten guardando il cane che gli ringhiava contro. Afficche si infila nella finestra dopo aver scavalcato la recinzione, "aspetta un attimo, come faccio ad aprire a sushi ora , non ci sono chiavi dannazione"
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.
Create Manga/Anime 機甲警察メタルジャック Volume 1: The Resurrection of Justice Cover.
ADEGAN 1 — EKSTERIOR, HALAMAN KOSONG — SIANG [Shot wide] Sebuah halaman beton kosong. Langit cerah. Angin kecil menggulung satu daun kering lewat frame. Tidak ada siapa-siapa. Suara: Angin sepoi, langkah kaki kecil di kejauhan. --- ADEGAN 2 — EKSTERIOR, SAMA — LANJUTAN [Shot medium dari samping] Cewek masuk frame dari kiri. Rambut berantakan, baju lusuh, ekspresi capek berat. Menyeret kursi kayu dengan satu tangan. Suara: Gesekan kaki kursi di beton. Sreeet... sreeet... Dia berhenti di tengah frame. Taruh kursi dengan hati-hati. Mengelap keringat. Duduk. Wajahnya berubah dari capek jadi senyum damai. Dia menutup mata. Menghirup napas panjang. Puas. Suara: Desah napas lega. --- ADEGAN 3 — EKSTERIOR, SAMA — LANJUTAN [Shot wide] Dari sisi kanan frame, Cowok muncul. Berjalan tanpa suara. Postur lurus kaku. Ekspresi benar-benar datar, mata setengah tertutup. Dia berhenti tepat di samping kursi, berdiri menghadap depan. Tidak melihat si Cewek. Tidak melihat kursi. Hanya... ada. Suara: Hening. Angin. Cewek membuka satu mata. Melirik ke atas ke arah Cowok. --- ADEGAN 4 — INTERAKSI PERTAMA [Shot medium, framing keduanya] Cewek menunjuk dirinya sendiri, lalu menunjuk kursi. "Ini aku. Kursi." Cowok melirik dengan mata super lambat. Dari bola mata bawah, naik sedikit. Melihat Cewek. Melihat kursi. Kembali melihat lurus ke depan. Tidak bereaksi. Cewek berdiri. Gestur mempersilakan duduk dengan dua tangan. Wajah ramah. Cowok menggeleng kecil. Sekali. Datar. --- ADEGAN 5 — LOOP TAWAR-MENAWAR [Shot close-up bergantian, tempo makin cepat] Cewek menawarkan kursi — gestur lebih besar. Cowok menolak — geleng makin tipis. Cut ke Cewek: menawarkan dengan mata melotot. Cut ke Cowok: geleng dengan mata masih setengah tutup. Cut ke Cewek: menawarkan sambil melompat kecil. Cut ke Cowok: geleng sambil memejamkan mata. Speed ramp: Sekarang bergantian super cepat. Gestur tawaran makin absurd — Cewek menunjuk kursi, tepuk kursi, gosok-gosok kursi, peluk kursi, angkat kursi ke arah Cowok. Cowok tetap menggeleng datar di setiap cut. Suara: Whoosh whoosh whoosh makin cepat. Lalu tiba-tiba... HENTI TOTAL. Suara: Record scratch. Hening. --- ADEGAN 6 — LEDAKAN [Shot wide] Cewek diam membeku. Senyumnya patah. Wajahnya berubah jadi gelap, bayangan menutupi mata. Dia mengangkat kursi tinggi-tinggi di atas kepala dengan dua tangan. Pose seperti mau banting. Mulutnya terbuka (seolah teriak, tapi tanpa suara). LEMPAR KERAS. Kursi keluar frame kanan. Suara: BRAAAK... creak... creak... (suara kursi jatuh berdebum, lalu goyang-goyang di luar frame, akhirnya diam) --- ADEGAN 7 — HENING PASCA BADAI [Shot medium, dua karakter berdiri] Keduanya berdiri. Tanpa kursi. Saling berhadapan dari jarak dua meter. Cowok menatap Cewek. Cewek menatap Cowok. Nafas Cewek masih naik turun karena emosi. Cowok... masih datar. Tidak terpengaruh sama sekali. Angin lewat lagi. Daun kering yang sama dari Adegan 1 lewat lagi. Suara: Angin sepoi. --- ADEGAN 8 — PUNCHLINE PERTAMA [Shot close-up ke tangan Cowok] Tangan Cowok masuk ke saku celana. Gerakan super lambat. Klik... (bunyi logam kecil) Tangannya keluar. Memegang sesuatu yang terlipat. Kecil. Persegi panjang. Dia letakkan di tanah. Klik... klik... klik... Dibukanya dengan tiga gerakan terpisah dan lambat. Sekarang terlihat: kursi lipat kecil. Sangat kecil. Hanya cukup untuk pantatnya sendiri. --- ADEGAN 9 — DUDUK [Shot medium dari depan] Cowok duduk. Pelan. Punggung lurus. Tangan di paha. Lutut naik karena kursi terlalu pendek. Tapi dia duduk dengan postur sempurna. Dia menutup mata. Menghembuskan napas dari hidung kecil. Wajahnya tetap datar, tapi ada sedikit sudut bibir naik. Puas versinya sendiri. Cewek melihat semua ini dari sisi kiri frame. Mulutnya menganga. Mata melebar. Seluruh tubuhnya membeku. Suara: Cricket sound. Jangkrik. --- ADEGAN 10 — TWIST AKHIR [Shot wide] Cewek berjalan mendekat. Bukan ke kursi lipat. Bukan ke depan Cowok. Tapi ke... samping-belakang Cowok. Cowok masih duduk dengan mata terpejam. Cewek berdiri tepat di belakangnya. Mengukur jarak. Membidik. Dia jongkok sebentar, lalu... DUDUK DI ATAS KEPALA COWOK. --- ADEGAN 11 — FREEZE FINAL [Shot medium dari depan, framing sempurna] Cowok duduk di kursi lipat kecil. Postur tetap lurus. Mata masih terpejam. Tapi sekarang muncul satu tetes keringat besar di pelipisnya. Di atas kepalanya, Cewek duduk bersila. Senyum puas kembali ke wajahnya. Mata tertutup. Damai. Seperti di Adegan 2. Keduanya diam. Kamera hold 3 detik. Kartu judul muncul: "KURSI" Suara: Pop kecil saat judul muncul. Lalu sunyi. FIN.
Wonder Woman wears a jetpack flying in orbit. Throughout the whole galaxy wonder woman flies through outer space.
Stage 1: The Core Idea Logline: (Describe the story in one single, gripping sentence.) Example: A cowardly boy discovers a magical paintbrush that brings anything he draws to life, but only if he learns to draw with confidence. Central Theme/Question: (What is the "heart" of the story or the question you are exploring?) Examples: Is talent born or made? What are you willing to sacrifice for your dreams? The definition of true justice. Stage 2: Character Conception The Protagonist (MC): Name: External Goal: (What do they want that everyone can see?) Internal Need: (What emotional growth must they undergo to be happy, though they don't know it yet?) Fatal Flaw: (The character defect that gets in their own way.) "The Ordinary Life": (Describe their life before the story begins.) The Antagonist/Rival: Name: External Goal: (Their goal must clash directly with the protagonist’s.) Philosophy: (Why are they right in their own eyes?) Connection: (Why this villain for this hero?) Stage 3: The World Building Setting: (Time period, location, rules, and aesthetic. Urban fantasy, sci-fi cyberpunk, historical feudal?) The Magic/Power System (if applicable): Rules: (What is possible?) Limitations & Cost: (What is impossible? What happens if you use too much power? Limitations make power systems interesting.) Stage 4: Structure (The Arc) The Inciting Incident: (The event that shatters the protagonist’s ordinary life and pulls them into the conflict.) The Journey (Rising Action): (The challenges, new allies, and rivals they meet. They fail and learn.) The Low Point: (The protagonist loses everything and must confront their internal need.) The Climax: (The final showdown where the protagonist uses their newfound strength to face the ultimate challenge.) The Resolution: (The new normalcy.) Four Example Manga Story Ideas Use these as inspiration, or build your own from the prompts within. Idea #1: Supernatural Mystery / Action (Shonen-Style) Logline: To save his sick sister, a cautious student contracts with the demon of forgotten names, gaining powers tied to the things he can remember to say. Genre: Action, Dark Fantasy, Supernatural. Central Theme: The value of memories and what defines an identity. Magic System: Contract Memory. Powers are strong only when the user remembers the specific name or incantation. Forget the name, and the power vanishes. Conflict: He must hunt other demons for artifacts that can cure his sister, but the more he hunts, the more people and history are erased from the world. Idea #2: Psychological / Thriller (Seinen-Style) Logline: An expert archivist finds a hidden section in the world's oldest library: the "Future Files"—detailed biographies of people that haven't been born yet. Genre: Psychological, Thriller, Science-Fiction. Central Theme: Determinism vs. Free Will. Can we change the future if we know it? Conflict: The protagonist starts subtly manipulating events to prevent disasters (like a benevolent "Death Note"), only to discover that the Future Files are actively adapting and predicting his interventions, escalating the stakes. Idea #3: Slice-of-Life / Drama (Josei/Seinen-Style) Logline: A burnt-out urban planner moves back to her quiet coastal hometown and discovers a unique "Café of Lost Recipes," where she helps people recreate meals that connected them to loved ones they've lost. Genre: Slice-of-Life, Comfort, Food/Cooking. Central Theme: Grief, reconnection, and finding joy in small moments. Conflict: Her internal battle against feeling like a "failure" for leaving the city. The conflict comes from the emotionally complex requests—like a daughter asking for the simple rice ball her abusive father once made her. Idea #4: High-Stakes Sport / Competitive (Shonen/Shojo-Style) Logline: A naturally talented but unmotivated pianist must partner with a classical prodigy who plays with flawless technicality but no emotion to win a national ensemble competition and keep his family’s music school from closing. Genre: Sports (Music), Drama, Competitive. Central Theme: Technical mastery vs. emotional expression; finding synergy with a rival. Conflict: The duo's conflicting philosophies clash at every practice. They must learn not just how to play "together," but how to breathe and feel as one musical entity to win.
"Ek futurist college mein, do alag-alag group ke students takraate hain. Ek high-tech hacker hai, aur doosra martial arts expert. Unke beech shuru hoti hai ek teevra dushmani, jismein bade-bade robots aur hidden powers bhi shaamil hain. Kya ve kabhi dost banenge ya hamesha ke liye dushman rahenge?" ​(In a futuristic college, students from two rival groups clash. One is a high-tech hacker, the other a martial arts expert. A fierce rivalry begins between them, involving giant robots and hidden powers. Will they ever become friends or remain enemies forever?)
Dai from universe j and universe n have met. Although unwilling, their differing ideals forced them to confront each other, and they were ready to face each other.
Mor'Thul Prison. A plant sized prison that holds powerful entities from being loose to cause harm or wreak the universe.
CyberWolf Chapter 1: Awakening (Rough Draft) Tori Mack woke up because his body felt wrong. The room was quiet, filled with the low hum of machines. White lights burned above him, and the air smelled clean—too clean. His head throbbed as he tried to remember how he got there, but his mind was blank. He moved his right hand. Metal shifted. Tori froze and slowly lifted his arm. From shoulder to fingertips, it was solid steel—smooth, dark, and unbreakable. His breathing picked up as he tried to move his right leg. Metal again. “What… is going on?” he whispered. “You’re awake,” a calm voice said. Tori turned his head. A man stood beside the bed, watching him closely. He looked older, his expression patient, like someone who had been waiting for this moment. “My name is Ein Tucker,” the man said. Tori tried to sit up. His body responded easily, stronger than it should have been. He swung his legs off the bed and stood. His metal foot hit the floor with a solid thud. “I don’t remember anything,” Tori said, panic creeping into his voice. “What happened to me?” “You were caught in a storm,” Ein said carefully. “You didn’t survive it the way a normal human would.” “So what am I?” Tori asked. “Still human,” Ein replied. “But also something more.” “Rebuilt by who?” Tori asked. “That’s a conversation for later,” Ein said. “What matters now is that you’re alive.” Tori clenched his metal fist. It didn’t shake. It didn’t hurt. “When I was unconscious,” Tori said quietly, “I dreamed of wolves watching me.” Ein’s eyes sharpened for a brief moment. “Focus on learning how to move,” Ein said. “The rest will come in time.” Tori stood there half flesh, half metal feeling power beneath his skin. His old life was over.And the beginning of CyberWolf had just begun
A young black science student creates a frequency tool and opens portals to travel time and space
An officer of a dystopian world fighting against a rebel
When you surrendered... when you were on that ship..." "You didn't lose me," Lisa said firmly. "You came for me. You and that ridiculous, wonderful crew drove a burning spaceship through a dreadnought to get me back. You don't get to doubt us anymore, Mia. We're inevitable." Mia let out a laugh that turned into a sob, and then she was leaning forward, burying her face in Lisa’s neck. Lisa held her, rocking gently, feeling the tension bleed out of her wife's shoulders. "I love you," Mia mumbled into Lisa’s collarbone. "I know," Lisa murmured, kissing the top of her pink head. "Now, are we going to spend our honeymoon crying, or are we going to order room service and see if this 'king-sized' bed can actually withstand a wrestling match?"
رواية: كود السيادة (عصر السيرفر الوطني) ​الفصل الأول: مراسم الانهيار ​بدأت الرواية في ليلة شتوية من عام 2030. كانت كوريا مغطاة بصمت إلكتروني مهيب. في "الفندق الأفخم"، وقف الرئيس "بارك" (المؤسس) أمام المسؤول الرفيع. سلم "بارك" القرص المشفر، ولأول مرة في التاريخ، تحولت الشاشات للرمادي. صرخ المسؤول: "بدأ مهرجان السيادة!". في تلك اللحظة، تحول الشعب من مواطنين إلى صائدي جوائز. انطلقت "هاي-تك" و"بلو-سكاي" في حرب تشفير شعواء، وانتهت الليلة بفوز "بارك" بصعوبة، ليدشن أول عشر سنوات من "الترقية الاجتماعية"، حيث نام الفقراء في أكواخهم واستيقظوا في ناطحات سحاب "هاي-تك". ​الفصل الثاني: خديعة "سيد الغدرة" ​بعد عقد من الزمن، جاء دور الرئيس "لي". كان المهرجان في ذروته، وتحالف "لي" مع أربع شركات ناشئة. في ممر المجد، وبينما كان الحلفاء يحتفلون بالوصول لنسبة 70%، أطلق "لي" فيروس "الافتراس". في ثانية واحدة، ابتلع حصصهم ووصل لـ 75.01%. مشهد "لي" وهو يمشي في الممر الزجاجي بينما شركاؤه يصرخون خلف الزجاج في "ممر الانكسار" أصبح أيقونة الرواية. كان "لي" أول من أقر قانون "التبعية الرقمية"، حيث لا يفتح هاتف الخصم إلا بمديح الرئيس. ​الفصل الثالث: عهد "بيتزا السيادة" ​جاءت المفاجأة من الطبقة الكادحة. "تشوي"، صاحب شركة لتوصيل الطعام، استغل ثغرة في برمجيات النقل خلال المهرجان. فاز "تشوي" بقلوب الجائعين والمهمشين. في حفل التنصيب، وقع القسم على علبة بيتزا. كان عهده الأكثر طرافة؛ حيث سُميت الشوارع بأسماء الوجبات، وأصبح "قانون الهدية" هو "وجبة ملكية مجانية يوم الجمعة". لكن تحت غطاء البيتزا، كان "تشوي" يبني أقوى نظام مراقبة عبر "درونات التوصيل". ​الفصل الرجم: صمت الجبابرة ​الرئيس "جونغ"، رجل الحديد والصلب. فاز بمهرجان دموي تقنياً. في لحظة فوزه، اختار مواطنوه "قانون الصمت". ساد الهدوء في كوريا لدرجة أن صوت دقات السيرفر الوطني كان يُسمع في الشوارع. في هذا الفصل، نرى معاناة الخاسرين الذين كانوا يُغرمون مالياً بمجرد "العطس" بصوت عالٍ. "جونغ" حول الدولة إلى آلة صامتة تعمل بدقة الساعات السويسرية. ​الفصل الخامس: فلاتر السلطة ​الرئيسة "هان" حوّلت الحكم إلى "تلفزيون واقع". فازت عبر السيطرة على العقول والتريندات. في عهدها، كانت "الترقية الاجتماعية" تعتمد على عدد "اللايكات" التي يحصل عليها المواطن من السيرفر. الموقف المضحك لـ "أذني الأرنب" أثناء خطاب النصر لم يمنعها من أن تكون أقسى حاكمة؛ فقد كانت تحذف "وجود" المعارضين رقمياً بضغطة زر، وكأنهم لم يولدوا قط. ​الفصل السادس: العتمة والضياء ​الرئيس "أوه"، سيد الطاقة الخضراء. في مهرجانه، قطع الكهرباء عن نصف البلاد ليرغمهم على التصويت له. ليلة تنصيبه كانت ليلة "الشرارة الكهربائية" مع المسؤول الرفيع. في عهده، أصبح "النور" امتيازاً للفائزين فقط. كان أنصاره يضيئون بيوتهم لدرجة الشمس في منتصف الليل، بينما يعيش الخصوم على ضوء الشموع، في مشهد جسد الفوارق الطبقية بأقسى صورها. ​الفصل السابع: جنة الألعاب (الواقع الافتراضي) ​الرئيس "سونغ" لم يخرج من غرفته أبداً. حكم عبر "الأفاتار". في عهده، اختار الشعب قانون "الهروب للواقع الافتراضي". قضى الكوريون 10 سنوات وهم يرتدون نظارات الـ VR، يعملون ويأكلون في عالم وهمي جميل، بينما كانت أجسادهم الحقيقية في غرف ضيقة. كانت الفضيحة الكبرى عندما تعطل السيرفر وظهر الرئيس "سونغ" ببيجامته الكرتونية أمام الملايين. ​الفصل الثامن: حصن "كانغ" المنيع ​الرئيس "كانغ"، جنرال الأمن السيبراني. كان مهووساً بالاختراق. في يومه الأول، ألغى جميع كلمات السر القديمة وفرض كلمات سر من 50 رمزاً. الرواية تصف "عصر النسيان العظيم"، حيث نسي الناس حساباتهم البنكية. لكنه منح أنصاره "مفاتيح ذهبية" تفتح أي باب في الدولة، مما جعلهم "آلهة" يمشون بين البشر العاديين. ​الفصل التاسع: العودة للبداية (نهاية التسعين عاماً) ​الرئيسة "كيم"، آخر الحكام في دورتنا. فازت بشعار "الجمال الأزرق". في مراسم الممر، رمى أنصارها الزهور، لكن في نهاية الممر، تعطل "الباب الدوار" الشهير. علقت "كيم" مع الرئيس المهزوم "كانغ" في الدوامة. في تلك اللحظة، وأمام ضحكات الشعب، أدرك الجميع أن السيرفر الوطني أصبح "واعياً". لم يعد المهرجان مجرد لعبة بشرية، بل أصبح السيرفر هو من يختار الفائز بناءً على "كمية الضحك" التي يولدها المهرجان. ​الخاتمة: ​تنتهي الرواية بمشهد للمسؤول الرفيع وهو ينظر إلى الساعة الرملية الرقمية التي ستبدأ دورة الـ 90 عاماً الجديدة. ينظر للكاميرا ويقول: "السيادة ليست لمن يملك الكود، بل لمن يملك قلوب من يكتبونه." تظلم الشاشة، ويبدأ صوت ضحكة خافتة تخرج من السيرفر الوطني.
PAGE 1 : L'ambiance (Le calme avant la tempête) Case 1 (Plan d'ensemble - Très large) : Une vue panoramique d'une ville immense mais détruite. Des gratte-ciels éventrés, des lianes partout. Le ciel est gris, lourd. SFX : VUUUUUU (Le vent qui souffle). Case 2 (Plan moyen) : Zoom sur une ruelle sombre encombrée de débris. On voit une silhouette encapuchonnée de dos qui marche. C'est JIN. SFX : CRIC... CRAC... (Bruits de pas sur du verre). Case 3 (Gros plan) : Focus sur la main de Jin. Elle est humaine, mais elle tient un appareil étrange qui bip (un détecteur). SFX : Bip... Bip... Case 4 (Gros plan visage) : On voit le bas du visage de Jin. Il sourit légèrement. JIN : "Bingo."
The story takes place in a modern Japan reshaped by the emergence of Manifestations—supernatural abilities that awakened suddenly a generation ago. At first, Manifested individuals were feared, hunted, and misunderstood. But as their numbers grew, governments were forced to adapt, creating strict systems to regulate, train, and monitor them. Society now lives in a tense balance: Manifested citizens walk the same streets as ordinary people, yet invisible lines divide them. To manage this new reality, elite institutions like Reidō Academy were established. Part school, part military facility, part containment center, Reidō trains young Manifested students to control their powers while quietly assessing which ones might become threats. Behind its polished reputation lies a network of surveillance, political agendas, and secret research into unstable awakenings.The world outside the academy is no safer. Criminal syndicates exploit Manifested children, rogue operatives like Ryona Itadori challenge the government’s authority, and rumors spread of ancient bloodlines whose powers defy classification. Ordinary citizens live in awe and fear, unsure whether Manifestations are humanity’s evolution—or its downfall. Amid this fragile landscape, a new generation rises: students with unstable abilities, hidden pasts, and destinies shaped by forces they don’t yet understand. And at the center of it all stands Toji Zenith, an unmanifested boy whose quiet presence hides a power older and more dangerous than the world is prepared for.
When you surrendered... when you were on that ship..." "You didn't lose me," Lisa said firmly. "You came for me. You and that ridiculous, wonderful crew drove a burning spaceship through a dreadnought to get me back. You don't get to doubt us anymore, Mia. We're inevitable." Mia let out a laugh that turned into a sob, and then she was leaning forward, burying her face in Lisa’s neck. Lisa held her, rocking gently, feeling the tension bleed out of her wife's shoulders. "I love you," Mia mumbled into Lisa’s collarbone. "I know," Lisa murmured, kissing the top of her pink head. "Now, are we going to spend our honeymoon crying, or are we going to order room service and see if this 'king-sized' bed can actually withstand a wrestling match?"
Panel 1 (Wide panel – city rooftop, night) A quiet city under a dark sky. A teenage boy stands on a rooftop, hands in his pockets, wind blowing his jacket. Text (narration): Every night… the city stops breathing for five minutes. Panel 2 (Close-up – boy’s face) His eyes are tired but alert. A digital watch glows. Watch: 4:55 AM Boy (thinking): It’s almost time. Panel 3 (Street below – eerie silence) Cars frozen mid-road. A bird suspended in the air. Everything is still. Sound effect: …… Panel 4 (Medium panel – behind the boy) A girl suddenly appears behind him, holding an umbrella despite no rain. Girl: “You see it too, don’t you?” Panel 5 (Close-up – boy startled) He turns sharply, eyes wide. Boy: “You’re not frozen…” Panel 6 (Half-page style dramatic panel) The sky begins to glow faintly. Time feels tense. Girl (smiling slightly): “Neither are you. That’s why the city chose us.” Watch: 4:59 AM Panel 7 (Final panel – sunrise) Light floods the city. Everything moves again. The rooftop is empty. Text (narration): Tomorrow… I’ll wait again. Small text at bottom: To be continued.
Персонаж с картинки ремонтуючи електронні компоненти відкриває портал у інший вимір. Це світ Аніме
La page d'ouverture présente le titre grandiose "AetherCards: Dreamweaver Odyssey" en lettrage steampunk luminescent, entouré d'une illustration manga pleine page en cel-shading : un dirigeable colossal d'Albion fend les nuages holographiques d'un ciel hybride high-tech et rétro-futuriste, avec des engrenages aethériques tourbillonnants et des ombres d'avatars prothétisés ; en bas, le slogan d'OmniTechnik "L'Imagination est la Nouvelle Réalité" pulse comme un implant neuronal, invitant le lecteur à devenir un "Dreamer", un adolescent ordinaire du monde réel technologiquement avancé qui, via le dispositif Neuro-Sync (NS), plonge dans l'univers virtuel steampunk d'AetherCards pour un tournoi légendaire, où deck-building, choix moraux et combats tactiques déterminent si tu conqueras les cieux ou succombes à l'addiction virtuelle.