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Rei Nishimura only wanted to live an ordinary life except he was brought into the world upon realising his dream of being a sorcerer has a lot of things to understand and to deal with especially when everything is ruthless and cruel in contrast of what he had expected.

THE ABYSS KNEELS TO ME [System Message: The Blood of the Sovereign has awakened.] In a world where the Heavens dictate your fate, Vaelor Morgat was born to be a shadow—a nameless student at the bottom of the Oksidium Academy's hierarchy. But the Heavens made a mistake. They forgot that the Abyss doesn't follow their laws. When the forbidden power of Dominion pulses through his veins, the world’s greatest terrors don't come to hunt him. They come to serve. "The World Serpent is stirring..." "The Leviathan has surfaced..." "The Legions of the Bone Kings are rising..." As the Imperial Army marches with forty thousand silver-clad soldiers to execute the "Abyss Traitor," they find the Academy transformed into a fortress of obsidian and death. Behind its gates stands Vaelor, flanked by a lethal Alchemist, a cold-blooded Ice Princess, and monsters that can swallow cities. The Empire wants his head. The Abyss wants a King. Vaelor is no longer playing by the rules of men. He is building a Kingdom where the light dares not tread. "You brought an army? I brought an Apocalypse."

Penance is a prison of eternal damnation for those who go against the will of the gods. Growing up in the slums of District Nine, Nacht was like every other individual his age, struggling to survive with what little he had and blaming the capital for it. But unlike everyone else, he had been lucky. He still had a mother who cared for him deeply and did everything she could to help him succeed. However, that all changed when his mother was offered up as a sacrifice to the capital to help bolster the number of Enlightened in their arsenal. The Enlightened were elite warriors who wielded supernatural powers and served their respected clan at the cost of sacrificing an individual for the opportunity to enter Penance and be bestowed or awakening a rune, the source of their profound power. Having been exposed to the worst of humanity due to the horrific execution of his mother, Nacht developed a relentless ambition to change the world—even if it was in his own unconventional way. After performing a disgraceful ritual, Nacht is sent into Penance, where he becomes one of the Enlightened and is bestowed a mysterious power along with an insidious punishment.

Set in the Shadow Slave world...a time before Sunny was born...this story follows a simple soldier who must survive in a dystopian, apocalyptic landscape where magic and gun warfare collide. In a far-off Quadrant known as North America, a young soldier named Hope is 16 years old when he gets infected by the Nightmare Spell. He passed! But...he feels a bit scammed...? A flaw that makes him fade from people's memories... A cursed attribute that makes him remember everything endlessly in eternal wakefulness... It's as if the Spell is twisting his future and existence into an almost improbable one. All he has ever known his purpose to be was to serve as a simple soldier. Not too powerful. But not so weak either. And maybe, just maybe like some others, become an Awakened. Although he never dreamt of being one. Now that his whole life is compromised after his First Nightmare, his first objective is to survive on his own. But as he tries to escape his fate, his actions seem to lead him further from his goal. He struggles against obstacles that slowly grow bigger and out of proportion. Maybe the Dream Realm and the Real World aren't so different than one may think. Hope's journey involves uncovering secrets and gaining knowledge about his true nature and his new role in the world. Is he fit to be a hero? Could he redefine it? *** Please read the READER DISCLAIMER in Volume 0. This is my spin-off novel of "Shadow Slave" by Guiltythree. But please don't expect the same writing style, setting, and characters, especially the main character. This story reveals more about how people/cities/governments operate after the Spell’s arrival. I always find it interesting how maybe one country handles it fairly, but how others handle it with desperation to the point that you question humanity. There will be easter eggs pointing to the original novel either intentional for the plot or unrelated to it, but all for fun. I am a new author so props to all who bear with me and helps me improve my writing. If it is not for you, please don't leave outright hate comments. Eat wassabi instead if you want pain. Critique and advice would be great too. Cover Art: @ellieaedon I will be posting on RoyalRoad.com and on AO3 for some people's preferences.

Dungeons may mean adventure for heroes… but someone still has to clean them up. Hope is an energetic and carefree young man who steps in after the heroes defeat the boss and claim their loot, repairing traps, resetting monsters, and treating all the chaos like a “normal workday.” However, one day this ordinary routine is shattered, and Hope finds himself thrown into gladiator arenas, fleeing through chaotic dungeons filled with strange monsters, traveling alongside odd allies, and facing missions that grow more dangerous with each step.

Genghis Khan conquered the world with fire and blood. His name shattered kingdoms, erased borders, and terrified continents. His empire stretched farther than any before it. Yet after his death, that vast dominion didn't stand as one. Brothers turned against brothers. Sons against uncles. The greatest empire in history fractured, piece by piece, until only its legend remained. A modern soldier opens his eyes on the frozen steppe, surrounded by blood, steel, and screaming horses. He has been reborn as Batu Khan, grandson of Genghis, heir to the western armies of the Mongol Empire. And he knows what awaits him. He knows the Mongols will reach Europe, then retreat. He knows the empire will tear itself apart over succession. He knows history will squander this unmatched momentum. He refuses that future. Armed with modern knowledge of warfare, logistics, and statecraft, Batu begins reshaping the western frontier. From tribal bloodshed to imperial ambition, from the steppes to the heart of Europe, he will carve a new destiny. Not as a loyal prince of a dying empire, but as the Great Khan of the West.

When I opened my eyes for the first time in this hell, I thought I was trapped in a nightmare… but no, nightmares aren’t presented with this level of detail. The sky was gray, like a worn strip of ash made from wandering souls. The air was heavy, as if the world breathed blood instead of oxygen. And most importantly… I am not on Earth. I am Nier Verton. The son of the Duke of Shadows. The Verton family—the house whose name people whisper before they sleep, feared even by those who do not understand the meaning of fear. Ah, Nier Verton… the calm, noble, perfect young man who is supposed to become the center of this ridiculous story. But what story, exactly? A romance novel. Yes, a romance. A story written with roses, innocent glances, and looks that stretch across entire pages—where the heroine, “Ayla,” falls in love with me after three sentences and ten chapters of exchanged smiles. Did I mention that I despise this kind of story? I can’t stand it. I don’t believe in love made of sugar, nor in tears polished with golden light. What is expected of me? To be the heroine’s lover? To melt her heart with a smile and a rose? To hold her while towers collapse and tell her that the world will be fine? No. To hell with that. This world is tilting toward ruin, and I am no savior. I am merely an intruder in the body of a terrifying family’s heir, living within the threads of a story I did not write—and will not perform the way they intended. I am not Nier Verton. But since everyone believes that I am… Let’s see how far I can twist your happy ending.

In a world where survival often requires sacrifice, freedom is never given; it is taken. Izochi Horitoshi, a seventeen-year-old boy, lives in a world that has both cursed and blessed him at the same time. At first glance, this may seem like a story about a vast fantasy world and the power that shapes it. But that is not the true focus of the story. Power in this world is just a tool, a small part of a much deeper journey. Izochi is not an overpowered hero who wins every battle without struggle. He bleeds, he breaks, and he loses. Each step forward comes with a cost, and every victory leaves behind scars that cannot easily heal. As the story unfolds, it explores emotional trauma, psychological effects, and the hidden sides of human nature. The characters are flawed, conflicted, and often lost within their own minds, trying to survive in a world that rarely shows mercy. This is not just a story about strength. It is a story about the weight of choices, the cost of survival, and the delicate meaning of freedom in a broken world. Main themes of the story: - Freedom - Sacrifice - A broken and chaotic world Instagram: @winglessbirdbefree @wingless_bird_be_free

Being chosen by the Knights of God will grant you immortality! Blake (smirking): "Who are you trying to fool? Satan is already ashes!" Improving your strength can lead to a higher status! Blake (playing with his fingers in boredom): "I think my current status is pretty high. There's no need to raise it any further." Life and death battles increase your domineering strength! Blake (looking up in surprise): "What if he really dies?" The people at the bottom of this world are struggling painfully. Please work hard to change the world! Blake (with a puzzled look on his face): "What does their suffering have to do with me? What will I do if they change the world?" Yim is too strong to be defeated! Black (reassured): "But there's still Luffy. I'll fight him after he's done!" Why do you dare to participate in the battle between gods and demons? Blake (crooked mouth): "I! Have! Hang!" This is a Gou Dao Tianlong person, get out! Blake (struggling): "I don't accept it! Why can't the Celestial Dragons just hide?"

Antares, born from the perfect and apathetic race of Gods known as the Stars, is both curious and ambitious. Arriving in the Cardinal world as Asteri, he tests human norms—foreign and often trivial to his true nature—while seeking to understand himself and the world around him.

In a world 1,000 times the size of Earth, monsters roam freely and hunters risk their lives clearing dangerous zones for money and power. Shu, a homeless nobody from earth with nothing to his name, stumbles into a cursed tool that grants him immense power and a life that will never end. Now immortal and branded a criminal, he walks a path no human was meant to walk, collecting monsters who see his curse not as something to pity, but something they understand. The world is massive, mostly unexplored, and full of things that have been alive far longer than any human. Shu might just be the first person who can keep up.

Every New Year’s Eve, the blood moon rises, and with it comes a deadly truth: sleep can mean death. Some who succumb are dragged into the Lunar Plane, a nightmarish expanse ruled by lunar creatures that consume minds. Some humans, known as dreamers, survive the ordeal but at a terrible cost. They wander the creatures’ endless voids, returning only when they escape, their presence feared above all. Society has learned to dread them, seeing them as both a threat and a resource: unstable, unpredictable, yet capable of knowledge, foresight, and psychic power far beyond normal human limits. To control this danger, governments and mega-corporations maintain strict contracts with known dreamers. Some are coerced into monitoring the Lunar Plane, keeping the peace, hunting rogue entities, or extracting intelligence from the void for profit and defense. Others are weaponized for warfare, their unique abilities exploited to infiltrate enemy networks, manipulate adversaries, or sabotage opposing forces on either earth, or the lunar plane in which they are teleported to in their dreams. Wealthy citizens protect themselves with neural implants, anti-dreamer wards, and other advanced technology, creating a stark divide between those who can go toe to toe with dreamers, and those who cannot. Dreamers walk a razor’s edge, feared, exploited, and isolated, their humanity often traded for survival or for the strategic advantage of those who control the world above. Ryven never wished to become a dreamer. He never wanted to roam a void of horrors or wield powers he did not understand, yet after a sudden car crash, he awakens inside a the expanse of a horrifying creature, forced to watch it mimic his friends and family as he struggles to find a way back to life in the world above, a world both dazzling and terrifying in its technological sophistication yet blind to the nightmare many inhabit. As the blood moon rises again, the boundary between life and the Lunar Plane blurs, and Ryven must navigate a world that fears him even as it uses him.

In a multiverse created by a bored god, heroes fight gods, assassins kill reality-warpers, and power can erase entire universes. After the death of the world’s greatest hero, a grieving brother, an immortal assassin, and beings who can rewrite existence are pulled into a war against the Creator’s only mistake—a being capable of destroying everything. And when even gods fall… the Creator creates something worse.

Ives has been pushed to his limit by his relatives, bullies and society. Just when he was about to end it all, he receives a game which he plays and suddenly inherits a colossal fortune. A new world opens up to him, one where getting what you want isn't a matter of “What if?” but “How much?”. One completely closed off to anyone who isn't in the higher rung of society. Ives will play the game. Get back at those who hurt him. Discover dark truths of his past and even worse ones about the capitalist nightmare he now inhabits and thrives in. His end goal is to rise to the top where he can decide the fate of this world is his wish — to put an end to this corrupt society. For this, he will risk it all, spinning the wheel of fortune over and over again till he gets what he wants.

"Power is not a measure of energy. It is a measure of how much of the universe you are dragging behind you." Eila was Aethelgard’s absolute shield. To leash him, the ruling elite executed his innocent sister in front of a cheering crowd. They thought it would break his spirit. Instead, it broke the world. Blinded by grief, Eila unleashes a reality-warping void that nearly erases the Kingdom. The apocalyptic magic temporarily cripples his body, forcing him into a quiet exile. But the gap is quickly filled. A flawless stranger seizes the throne, replacing the era of magic with a suffocating, industrial nightmare. His primary target: the Fallen Hero. Forced to ally with a desperate rebellion, Eila must wage a new kind of war. He has to dismantle this sterile empire piece by bloody piece, surviving just long enough for his god-like power to return. But as reality fractures, the unseen hands that wind the clock of the universe are beginning to notice the broken gears. The Era of Mana is Dead. This is The Age of Anomalies.

[18+ | Mature content | Dark Romance] Sang Zhi thought there could be nothing worse than hospital politics and the mysterious letters she receives every week threatening her life. She was wrong. The worst was yet to come. Saving Lin Wen's wife was her first mistake. When he woke up, he became the reason everything in her world spiraled out of control. He was obsessed with her and willing to do anything to have her. Lin Wen had always gotten every woman he wanted…until Sang Zhi. She despised him, and yet he couldn’t let her go. He discovered that her ideal type was a simple man who would live a simple life with her. There was just one problem: nothing about him was simple or gentle, and he wasn’t planning to pretend or change. She was going to have to fall for him and accept him as he was. However, when she decided to start giving him a chance, she learned that the man she was falling for kills people for a living. So, she ran from him. So everything seems fine now, right? No! Running away is not enough. Sang Zhi had uncovered secrets about Lin Wen that should never see the light of day. And even if he let her go, others would make sure she never spoke… even if it means killing her. What will Sang Zhi do when her feelings and morals collide… when her simple world becomes filled with supernatural things that should only exist in fairy tales? I mean, is that a werewolf or a demon? That can’t be a human being!

If you have talent, you will be called a genius or even a prodigy... But how about hard work? He was never talented. No gift, no destiny, no sect that wanted him. Only a sword, a stubborn will, and years of bleeding in silence while others soared past him with ease. They mocked him. They looked down on him. They called him talentless trash not worth the ground he stood on. He destroyed a sect anyway. In his final moments, surrounded by enemies, stabbed from the front and the back, betrayed by someone he trusted — He did not beg. He did not surrender. He laughed, raised his blade one last time, and carved his name into history with a single slash that split both a man and a mountain in half. They would remember him as the Mad Demon Blade. But history is written by the living, and the righteous never forgave what he had done. Now reborn in a small forgotten village with nothing but the memories of a life spent being stepped on, He opens his eyes to a second chance. Not for revenge. Not for glory. Not to prove anything to the world. But because he simply refuses to kneel again. In a world where talent determines your worth, your future, and even your right to be respected — one stubborn, bloodied, ordinary man will walk a path paved by nothing but sheer will and the endless repetition of a single swing. Because the blade does not care about your bloodline. It does not care about your destiny. It only cares about one thing. How many times you swung it.

Through transmigration, Naohara became one of the Supreme Beings and freely indulged in this hard-won life in another world. Watching Momonga locked in a battle of wits with thin air, Herohero shamelessly slacking off, Demiurge confidently claiming he had already grasped the thoughts of all three Supreme Beings, along with the many strange and eccentric Floor Guardians, Naohara felt that joy could be found everywhere. This is a fan translation of 纳萨力克的灾厄龙王 by 魂悠. Please support the original author if you can.

The gods never stopped eating. They just learned to call it worship. When the divine source abandoned them, the gods discovered something better than power — hunger. Human faith, human sacrifice, human suffering, all of it rendered down into fuel. They built temples so the food would come to them. They built systems so the food would thank them for the privilege. For three thousand years, it worked. Then Uwana opened his mouth and said one word, and one hundred and sixty-four people burned. He is fifteen. He has no training, no lineage, no divine bloodline the Citadel's scanners can detect. What he has is a power that rewrites reality to match whatever he speaks — and a list of gods he intends to kill, carved into his own flesh in a language older than this world. He didn't choose this. He doesn't care that he didn't choose it. The village that raised him used his mother's hands to hold her down and his father's forge iron to silence his father's tongue, and they called it purification, and the gods watched and did nothing. Uwana is done waiting for the gods to do something. Enrolled in the Citadel of Oku — a fortress built in the corpse of a dead deity, where students are sorted by bloodline and the lowest tier is quietly scheduled for harvesting — he finds himself classified as a Glitch. No resonance. No category. A walking absence in a system designed to consume the weak and serve the powerful. He is not interested in the system. He is interested in learning how it breaks. What follows is not a hero's journey. Uwana does not fight because it's right. He fights because it's necessary, and he has decided he can live with the difference. Every god he unmakes brings him closer to something he can't yet name — and further from the boy who once braided cowrie shells into his mother's hair and agreed that a kiss didn't mean anything. Power has a cost. Reality is already beginning to forget his face. He doesn't slow down. Some people survive their trauma. Uwana is going to make his into a religion.

James Lee was always meant to be someone pragmatic someone who cared about imagine and reputation more than anything else but despite it all he absolutely hated people whose status depended solely by their image and heiritage instead of their actions that's what particularly made him a favorite character for someone like Dokja who was now in this world wanting to truly see his story