MESOBLACK MEDIA

Six Worlds of Hard Sci-Fi & Adult Animation

Neon Grave

Cyberpunk-Noir Death-Loop Detective Thriller

A corpse wakes screaming in a machine that shouldn't dream—first thought: the gun still warm. Detective Ryn Kade's consciousness loops back to each murder, but each reset erodes his memories of who he was. The city pulses with stolen neural code, and Ryn realizes the loop isn't hunting him—it's selling him. Every death is a transaction, and his soul is the currency. In this rain-slicked cyberpunk world, murder and memory have become the same thing.

Level Zero

Gamified Dystopia Where Levels Are Currency

Your wrist display bleeds red: LEVEL ZERO. Mira's fingers shred on the keyboard, cracking the rank-assigning algorithm—only to find it's a kill switch. Now the overlords hunt her, but the game's true purpose isn't control—it's erasure. In a world where your birth level dictates healthcare, sunlight, even air filters, Mira uncovers the one truth that could incinerate the system: the levels were never real, only the players were.

Tower of Names

Dark-Fantasy LitRPG Inside a Reality-Bending Tower

The child's scream echoes as the door seals behind them—no handle, just a name carved in wood. Inside, every syllable utters a spell: speak a true name and claim power; lose yours and vanish into walls. Language is the deadliest weapon—and the only way out is to rewrite the rules. The Architect's Prison holds the key, but freedom demands rewriting everything you once believed.

Last Creature Bureau

Occult-Bureaucracy Urban Cryptozoology

The Last Creature Bureau's filing cabinets groan under griffin feathers and yeti tax forms. When Sarah Chen inherits the mess, griffins start vanishing—replaced by something that shreds the ledgers. One misplaced signature, and the next memo could be written in *her* blood. This isn't extinction. It's a ledger line item.

Fragment

Reality-Shattered Biopunk Cosmic Mystery

The sky split at 3:17 a.m., leaving no scar. Millions woke to impossible cities and bodies remembering wounds they'd never suffered. Then her partner vanished mid-sentence, whispering 'The Architect.' What if the invasion isn't from outside—but within? Fragment is a biopunk space opera where identity is the first casualty of reality itself, and the only way to survive is to trust a mind that may no longer be your own.

The Stolen Stream

Hard Sci-Fi on Temporal Capitalism & Stolen Time

The needle in her wrist still hums when she finds the calendar: six months erased. Temporal debt isn't currency—it's a hemorrhage of someone else's life. The clinic's receipt lists her name, but the blood type isn't hers. She traces the gap to a black-market clinic, uncovering a conspiracy where time itself is a debt she didn't incur—and someone has been living her life without permission.