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[SYSTEM – STATUS UPDATE] SOVEREIGN OF DEATH SYSTEM UPDATE v2.1 USER: Alex Carter ORIGINAL RANK: F-Rank (Expelled) --- SYSTEM SYNOPSIS In a world where people awaken legendary beings— » Dragons that shatter mountains » Phoenixes that burn the skies » God-ranked beasts that bend reality Alex Carter awakened Death. A tiny skeleton. A toy scythe. F-Rank. Expelled from the Celestial Academy. Mocked by the entire kingdom. But ranks lie. His summon is a sealed fragment of the true Reaper— an existence so terrifying that even the gods united to seal it 1,000 years ago. 7 fragments. 7 bearers. 7 paths to apocalypse. --- [EVOLUTION SYSTEM ACTIVATED] While others train companions… Alex can evolve Death itself. ✠ Every corpse → Soldier ✠ Every battlefield → His domain ✠ Every soul → Power Fragment awakened: 1/7 [System] [Action] [Dark Fantasy] [Taming Beasts] [Necromancer] [Army Building] ++++ SUPPORT GOALS If you enjoy the story, please consider supporting it! Every vote helps the novel grow and unlock bonus chapters. Power Stone Goals 50 Power Stones = 1 Bonus Chapter 100 Power Stones = 2 Bonus Chapters 200 Power Stones = 4 Bonus Chapters Golden Ticket Goals 5 Golden Tickets = 1 Bonus Chapter 15 Golden Tickets = 3 Bonus Chapters Bonus chapters will be released once the goals are reached. Thank you for reading and supporting the story!

They tell you the towers are safe. They tell you the glass is unbreakable. They lie. ​At nineteen, the "Quiet Year" ends, and the Hum begins. For the residents of the Northern Sector, the full moon isn't a celestial event—it’s a biological trigger. When the Boundary Layer thins, the "Sleep" takes the chosen, dragging them from their beds and dropping them into the Echo, a primal mirror-world where humanity is no longer at the top of the food chain. ​Kieran is a survivor of a summons that should have been his end. He returned from the mist with shadows in his eyes and a terrifying realization: the monsters in the Echo are predictable, but the people in the towers are not. ​To survive the next lunar cycle, Kieran must navigate two battlefields. One is a landscape of violet mist and bone-deep cold. The other is the high-stakes social hierarchy of the mega-blocks, where the wrong look can be as lethal as a predator's strike. ​As the vibration in the walls grows and the "Sleep" looms, Kieran begins to play a game of mirrors. He is crafting a version of himself that the world finally fears—but every mask has a breaking point. ​When the moon is full, who will be left standing: the boy they ignored, or the lie he created to survive?

Notice: This is a story which takes place from the anime "My Hero Academia". it has characters, places, and events from it. Credits to Kohei Horikoshi for making the anime and most of these events, characters, and other things. Mob Entertainment, Scott Cawthon, and the other GLORIOUS people who made these references possible today! Thank you for reading this notice!

#slow-temporal #high-density-events ------------------------------------------------ Once a tool for killing, his previous life had been one of solitude, his strength nothing more than a weapon wielded by others. When he was granted a second chance, his only wish was to escape that fate, find his lost companions and grow stronger for himself. Now Sato wants more. The ultimate illusion, blurring reality and fantasy! - Zoroark "Fear comes from within the heart." - Gengar The pride of pseudo-legendaries cannot be desecrated! - Tyranitar Poison at its peak turns naturally adorable~ - Ariados Even without wings, I can still fly! - Sharpedo The more underlings I have, the stronger I become! - Houndoom Acting cute is never an option. - Umbreon If you love me, hug me! - Cacturne What to Expect: This fic is a story about our MC, Sato, not a tale of saving the world and defeating villains. It’s focused on Sato, while in the background the world continues to develop on its own. Since he has been part of the Pokémon world from the very beginning, he doesn’t have that complex of “defeating the villains,” nor does the story need him to reach an ending. It’s a story about the classic Pokémon Journey, Pokémon, adventures, friends, certain responsibilities, and maybe a little bit of love… Don’t expect every villain from the anime or games to have a “conclusion,” or for "every" event from the “canon” to happen here. So just sit back, enjoy the ride, and let yourself be carried away by the adventure… This story is meant to be savored! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Disclaimer. This fanfic is an translation of the original work "精灵之山巅之上" by the author 邙月. All rights to the original work belong to its creator. If the original author wishes for the translation to be removed, I will gladly comply. The cover image not mine. I have made every effort to credit the original artist, but the artist is unknown or not credited properly. If you are the rightful owner and would like it removed. I will take it down promptly.

A story of a transmigrator returning once more to the moment it all began… The splendor and humiliation of his past life have long faded. In this life, the road to power must be walked from the very beginning. The path of the strong is one of solitude. Indifference, ruthlessness, deception, patience… If any of these can serve as shortcuts to strength, he will take them without hesitation! •. •. YO! Tetsuya (MC) doesn’t focus only on Poison-types, he has several others. It’s just that in the "previous timeline", that was his specialty and he became skilled at it. Any normal person would start with what they’re good at and then expand into other paths (Types). --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 12 CH/W Disclaimer. This fanfic is an translation by the author 岑自省. All rights to the original work belong to its creator.

This is the story of one Georgian man called Davit Manvelashvili.He was born in the family of peasants in Kvemo Kartli region of Georgia.He was separated from his parents and brothers at the age of 5.This happened because he was kidnapped by thugs who traded with slaves.These thugs took him to the Ottoman capital-Istanbul,where he changed several masters and eventually ended up with the man called-Mustafa.He bestowed 11 year-old Davit to the governor of Iraq-Suleiman pasha the Great,who was Georgian.This governor named him Davut and send him to the islamic school-Madrassie.There he learned islamic law,Quran and oriental languages:Arabic,Ottoman Turkish and Persian.He learned all of these subjects very well and as a result,his master paid him special attention.Suleiman personally taught Davut horseriding,swordsmanship and archery.After finishing his studies Suleiman released Davut from slavery and made him free man.Davut became his official bodyguard.At the age of 27,Davut got married with Suleiman's daughter-Rabia.They had 3 sons and 1 daughter. In 1822,he officially became the governor of Iraq.He made Iraq flourish with irrigation channels and wells.He constructed libraries,mosques,silk factories,public bathhouses,hospitals and bridges.He also founded the very first publishing house in 1828-1829.Besides,he had extremely strong army that consisted of 100 thousand Georgian mamluk soldiers.This army was divided in 3 units among his 3 sons.In 1831,he attempted to make Iraq independent from Ottoman empire,but he failed and was captured by Ottoman forces with his family.The Ottoman sultan-Mahmud II exiled him in Bursa(City in Turkey).

“What if you could master every path of evolution at once?” Grey Lockhart turned that question into reality. With a mind that defied all limits, he rose step by step beyond what anyone thought possible, his body rivaled the mightiest martial artists, his mind outshone the strongest espers, and his energy could shatter the very laws of creation. Stronger enemies? He only grew stronger facing them. The world on the brink of collapse? Not while he still stood. Heroes, chosen ones, and so-called protagonists of the age—none could match him. He surpassed them all and left their legends buried beneath his feet. In the end, his limitless, world-breaking comprehension alone was enough to rewrite existence itself and claim the divine throne. Warning: This story contains world-ending beings, Evolvers capable of erasing reality with a single thought, unique transformations and a protagonist who grows endlessly, defying the very laws that govern existence. #EvolutionaryGrowth #InfinitePotential #Ascension #SuperhumanAbilities #Cultivation Read my review in the review section for more information. Join the discord for illustrations and discussion: https://discord.gg/yjNVUrSRhf

Everyday was the same for Skullius. An Undead minion of the lowest order like him, didn’t have to find a grand purpose… other than mining mana gems for his Lich master, of course. His peers thought so. They lacked ambition. To be fair, so did he. But there was just that something that kept nagging at him. A spark that no other skeleton seemed to have. Other than being the sassy bullshitter obsessed with mana that he was, why did Skullius vaguely remember being something other than a Moronic Undead drone once? What had come before his Undeath? In the end, it was this spark that allowed our atrocious hero to escape the clutches of his evil master and reach another world. And it is in this world, chock full of dangers – most beckoned by Skullius’ abnormally horrendous luck, to be honest – that the skeleton’s journey begins. In Aigas – the new world – he prepared for the greatest getback of an age armed with a power greater than that of the Liches of Deadmanland! ...... [Author’s Answers To Popular Readers’ Questions] Q: (IHateArjuun77) -Hey author, is your book trash?- A: (Author) -Haha, screw you dear reader. The answer is NO. The story has elements of comedy, action, magic, adventure and Brutality. Like it gets really dark sometimes. There’s a comprehensive story with characters that I tried my damndest to NOT make generic on top of a cool power system that’s for the most part easy to understand. So its not trash. Q: (IFreakingHateArjuun56) -Hey author why is your first volume so slow paced and... trash?- A: (Author) -Haha. It’s how I designed the First Volume to be. It’s a fun setup that doesn’t focus on many things other than the MC’s mentality, powers and route of progression. The next volumes are normal paced, focusing on the world, the villains and general expansion but all while still retaining the book theme and fun experience- Q: (ShadeIsAPervert001) -Hey author, I instinctively sense that I’ll hate this book, when should I drop? A: (Author) -Is this the same reader?! Anyway, I’ll give a range. Read a minimum of the first 20 chapters to a max of up to chapter 44 before you decide on anything too rash. I’ll hunt down this reader! --- Book cover art by Vicky.rae. Discord: [ https://discord.gg/8hcraTjzE9 ] Patreon: For custom art patreon.com/Livelysockets

When Taiyuan fell to the northern riders, one boy survived. Across frozen plains and wind-scoured wastelands, he walked alone—carrying nothing but his father’s last command: Find General Jin Mugwang of Haran. He was not a warrior. He had never drawn a blade in battle. Yet he crossed a land where even soldiers would not travel in winter. In Haran, at the edge of the frontier, a war waits. Armies gather. Old loyalties fracture. The border does not forgive weakness. The boy who arrived half-frozen at the gates of the northern campaign will grow beneath banners of war. But survival is only the beginning. In a fractured age, he must learn when a blade must be drawn— and when it must remain sheathed. A story of war, loyalty, and the making of a man. This is my first time sharing my work on a global platform. I truly look forward to your evaluation and feedback. I am particularly interested in how readers from different cultural backgrounds perceive the story. Thank you sincerely. Note: This story may soon be contracted with another platform, so it might be removed from this site in the future. Please read while it is still available. Thank you.

I was reincarnated in the dark abyss, rule by a race known as shadow demons by accident, with the all devouring eye. Don died in earth and was reincarnated in a whole new world, known as the dark abyss , where he must fight his way to the top of the food chain, if he ever wants to make it out of there, and back to the intended world of magic known as fantasia...

Where there is light, there is darkness, for everything under the sun casts a shadow. But the darkness has depths to it that few know. A world made of shadows, where your wildest dreams come true... as do your nightmares. This is the world where The Mind dwells. Heroes and monsters gather in death, and none come out unbroken. For The Mind controls everything. But even in the darkest darkness, sometimes the light shine. Will it endure, or be snuffed like so many stars gone from the sky? Only by falling into darkness can the answer be found. ------------------- Hey, everyone, and welcome to another project! I went very ethereal and prosaic with this synopsis, so here is the short of it, in a very less vague faction: MC enters a place called The Mind, where he is thrown inside famous fictional worlds (from books, movies, games, and so on). I'm talking Star Wars, Avatar, Indiana Jones, Doctor Who, Matrix, Dune, and many, many others (PS: I'm very open for suggestions in this reggard). If this sounds familiar to you, it's probably because I took a lot of inspiration from the Chinese novel The Ultimate Evolution for the basic premise. TUE is, in my personal opinion, a pretty great story, which becomes average about two-thirds of the way through, and really crashes and burns in the last ten or so chapters (I mean it, those were painful to read). I've kept that opinion for the last decade or so, which was the last time I read TUE, so, although I do admit, again, that I took inspiration from it for the premise, any other similarities are coincidences or some deeply buried memory my subconscious unearthed and convinced me it was my idea. This came to me in a moment of inspiration a year or so ago, and I wrote about 3 chapters then before turning back to my main project. Then, about a month ago, I hit a writer's block with Shattered, and decided to revisit this story to see if it could help overcome it. I have 30 chapters written for it already, so yeah, my muse kinda fixated on this one. I do think it's turning out really good and want to share it with you, tho. Massive shout-out to my Shattered readers for their support. That being said, since this is just a side project, updates will be sporadic after my stockpile is finished, and I can't promise I will finish it. Shattered is still my main focus. But I do hope you enjoy it, and, as always, I'm thankful for all comments, power stones, likes and whatever else depending on which platform you are reading this. The more people show their interest for the story, the more inspiration I get for writing it, so don't be shy! For the warnings/tags: a decent amount of swearing and gore. There will be romance, though, as of when I'm writing this, I don't know with who. Probably not harem, but maybe a couple one-night stands and some casual sex? We will see. No smut because I can't write it for the life of me. MC is smart, but not a genius. He will make mistakes, and it will take a long time for him to become strong enough to just steamroll everyone else, but I'm writing it in a way that doesn't feel forced. It will all make sense once you are about 3 chapters into the story. With all of the above having been said, enjoy! Disclaimer: I obviously don't own anything.

Kieran Vale’s second life was supposed to be extraordinary. Instead, he got nothing. No system. No awakening. No talent. In a world of alien dungeons, towering cities, and god-like Transcendents, he’s just another nobody—trapped in a dull job, waiting to be forgotten. Until the night he witnesses a Transcendent’s death. A black light brands his hand… and awakens something impossible. Corpse Inheritance. By plundering the dead, Kieran can steal their power—their skills, their instincts… even their identity. But power comes with a cost. Every borrowed ability burns away with time. Every disguise risks exposure. And in a world ruled by factions that kill to protect their secrets… being nobody might be the only thing keeping him alive. Because in the shadows— Kieran doesn’t need to be strong. He just needs to be someone else.

In the Mortal Domain, the weakest cultivator is still treated like a king. Lin Wuchen is not even that. An orphan with no bloodline, no backing, and no talent worth praising, he survives the cultivation world the only way he knows how—by bowing when necessary, running when he must, and striking when everyone else has already bled. But the deeper he climbs through sect wars, beast territories, and deadly ruins, the more the world begins to crack. Because the sky above the Mortal Domain is not the heavens. It is a lid. A seal placed on one fragment of a shattered cosmos known as The Fractured Heavens. And Lin Wuchen’s soul remembers something it shouldn’t

The possibilities of a new life can be endless if you roll the dice and play your cards right.. But less for a monster. Killing for power or running for freedom is everone's right to choose. /* As a simple man I love references so I will add some. I have no rights over any, just used as entertainment *\ #RPG world inspired

Outside of the hut, the sound of rain was gently drumming, insects were chirping, somewhere near frogs were humming. Yet, under it all, there was a voice singing. Not in words, but in resonance with the life of the rainy night. The blue glow in Seven’s veins pulsed in and out with the melody. “Can you hear it? Mana calling out to you? I’ve never felt such joy and sadness mixed like this before. Its as if two lovers found each other after years of being apart, yet not being able to see who they loved in the other anymore . Tragic isn't it?” The winged child sat upon the windows sill, looking out into the rainy night. “I- I honestly don’t understand any of this. Before all of this, I was completing a mission. Gunfire, blood, death. All of that, seems so filthy now. I feel filthy…” Seven sat up, his mind wandering to the past, and comparing it to the present. “It’s not filthy, it’s just a different perspective. A different face on the same coin. Both worlds are yours. Both define you, neither are wrong.” The child looked at Seven, her eyes the same bright glowing blue as the pulse in Seven’s veins. Her hair was jet black with soft blue highlights lightly strewn in individual strands amongst the sea of black, like the night sky. ****This will only be up for a limited time. I'm building a reader/fan base to see how this will actually do.****

"Ark" or "Arknights" is a next-generation MMORPG that once reached a peak of 80 million online users worldwide. The game's setting is a world called Terra—not to be confused with "Holy Terra"—a vast and chaotic planet thirty times larger than Earth, filled with expansive lands and plagued by frequent natural disasters. The story follows Felix, a player who is unexpectedly transported back in time to the period before the game's official server launch. However, instead of returning as a player, he finds himself reincarnated as an NPC within the game. Now functioning with all the traits and systems of an NPC, Felix becomes a legendary figure among players. To them, he is: A mysterious merchant A dreamlike mentor An unattainable ideal for countless female players Within the world of Terra, Felix is more than just an NPC—he is seen as a spiritual guide, a false priest, a dreamer, a philosopher, a reformer, a philanthropist, a loner, a seeker, an explorer, and a pioneer. His motto: "Let the players enjoy the game—while I profit from every second they do." --- Quotes from notable figures in the game: Jesselton: “I could take two or three punches from Saria, but I wouldn’t dare take even one from Felix. Even if God ordered me to, I’d go to war with Him instead.” Arturia: “Felix’s presence makes me want to perform before him for three days and three nights, without rest.” Patriot: “Your ideals… they are reality.” MacArthur, a five-star American operator, once remarked: “All it takes is a single move from him, and he’ll dominate the entire Terra Daily hot search list. The moment I saw Felix on the battlefield, I knew—there was no turning back.”

Above the ordinary lives of others lies a world that could ruin what has been built. Lurking among the world lies sentience, Ikons; personified elements seeking a host to bind to. Granting powers beyond humanity's reality. The trade-off? An unseen war, taking lives for power, or uncovering the truth of the hidden world of conduits. Yuma is forced into the bond of an Ikon, now allowed to do more than what's humanly possible, but he doesn't play hero. Rather, fixing what others like him destroy... but will he still be human? Or just another conduit?

Challengers. While the Awakened are pampered by the system’s conveniences, Challengers die thousands of times to clear a single floor of the Tower. Pure lunatics. They rejected the Awakening and its comforts for one simple reason—satisfaction. It’s only natural to want to beat a game of hellish difficulty—even if it has become reality.  Always advancing. Even if they die a thousand deaths, figuring out how to clear the floor is everything. Every floor is different. Rules. Scenarios. No two are the same. And the challenge is always solitary. Groups? Groups are for the weak. Challengers are built differently. Kittens inside the tower, but lions outside of it. Lucca is one of them. 1,238 attempts—his reward for completing the tutorial? A few attribute points.  The faster the completion, the better the reward. --- "What should I try this time?" Smiling, Lucca spoke as he brought his hands together... "Field." "Space." "Reach." His pinkies touched. Ring, middle, and index fingers overlapped, and finally, his thumbs curved upward.  The seal was complete. The Sanskrit symbols glowed. Change. Rule. Me. And his enemies never even touched him... --- What was his rank on the third floor? Spoiler—it wasn't 1st.

A mysterious System descended upon Earth, forcing every living creature into a brutal evolution. Those who adapt survive. Those who fail… perish. Ryan Ashford was just an ordinary university student when the apocalypse began. In a world where monsters roam the streets and humanity struggles to survive, power is everything. Armed with a rare opportunity and a will to live, Ryan steps into the chaos of a new world. * A/N: Although there are many apocalypse-themed novels on the platform, most of them are either set in a post-apocalyptic world or don’t really capture the classic apocalypse feeling. Because of that, I decided to write my own. Hopefully you enjoy it. #Apocalypse #System #LitRPG #Necromancy #Necromancer #MonsterEvolution #Evolution #Survival #DarkFantasy #SkillSystem #System #Mutation #WeakToStrong #UrbanApocalypse #Magic #WorldChange #ActionAdventure

The Sunwall was built to keep the darkness out. No one ever questioned what it might be keeping in. When Relay Tower Seven goes silent, Kael Mercer is sent beyond the wall on what should have been a routine mission. Instead, he encounters something that doesn’t hunt like a monster—and doesn’t kill like one either. It watches. It learns. It chooses. After surviving an encounter that should have ended him, Kael begins to change. A strange power awakens within him, altering his body, his instincts, and the way he sees the world. As more towers fall and the Nightlands grow more active, one truth becomes impossible to ignore: The world isn’t just under threat. It’s evolving. And Kael may be the first step in something far more dangerous than anything beyond the wall.