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Unlocked Potential

I know This might be a longass description, But just read it and you'll be pretty interested, The continent of Myriad was a land drawn in blood and borders. To the North, the jagged peaks belonged to the Dragons, the masters of the sky. To the East, the ancient forests were the domain of the Elves, the silent guardians of nature. The South was a chaotic sprawl of Beastmen, Vampires, and Witches, living in the shadows. But the West, and the largest territory, belonged to Humanity. They were ruled not by a single king, but by a Triumvirate of power, Two Emperors, Kael and Thorne, and the breathtaking Empress Seraphina. Peace in Myriad was a fragile thing, held together only by the fear of mutually assured destruction. That fear vanished the moment the sky tore open. It happened directly above the Sacred Grounds, the neutral, holy center of the continent that no race dared to claim. The atmosphere didn't just break, it shattered. A massive rift opened in the heavens, but it wasn't a gate of light. It was a swirling dark nebula, an ominously beautiful void that looked like the bruised side of the universe. It spun with a gravity that made the mountains groan and the oceans recede. From that abyss, a single figure descended. He didn't fall like a meteor, he floated down, bathed in an aura of terrifying, silent pressure. He wore a long black coat embroidered with golden patterns that rippled like liquid metal. His hair, black as the void above, flowed down to his back. As his boots touched the grass of the Sacred Grounds, the shockwave silenced the world. The leaders of every race, having rushed to the borders of the neutral zone, watched in paralyzed awe. The Dragons lowered their massive heads, their vertical pupils dilating. They felt it in their marrow, a "Creator" bloodline. Their pride evaporated, replaced by an instinctual need to kneel. The Vampires hissed, shielding their eyes. The man’s aura was dark, yet it possessed a "sacredness" that burned their retinas. The Elves, however, stood frozen. They possessed the secret Nature Cultivation, allowing them to feel the will of the planet. They watched in disbelief as the charred grass at the man’s feet instantly bloomed. The wind didn't blow past him, it curled around him mysteriously. The world wasn't just accepting him, it was worshipping him. And then, there were the Humans. Emperor Kael and Emperor Thorne stood at the edge of the crater, their hands gripping the hilts of their swords. They expected a monster. Instead, they saw a man of such striking perfection that they felt a sudden, irrational desire to pledge their loyalty to him. But for Empress Seraphina, the feeling was violent. She clutched her chest, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. It wasn't just admiration. It was a magnetic, visceral pull. A hunger. She looked at his golden irises, eyes that seemed to hold the weight of dying stars, and felt a possessiveness she had never known. Mine, her soul screamed. He is mine. For a moment, the man stood there, looking at the armies surrounding him. He opened his mouth as if to speak, to deliver a divine decree. CLANG. A sound echoed, not in the air, but in the souls of everyone present. It was the heavy, metallic sound of a cosmic chain locking into place. The light in the man’s golden eyes instantly dimmed. The divine pressure vanished, sucked back into the void within him. His knees buckled, and the "God" collapsed face-forward into the dirt, looking suddenly like nothing more than a fragile mortal.
DaoistjD · 7.5k Views

The Nightblade Heir

Arin entered the world without a past, a name he barely understood, and memories as empty as the sky before dawn. Raised as a quiet, ordinary boy, he arrives at Astraeus Academy hoping for a simple awakening like everyone else. But when his turn comes, nothing about him is simple. Instead of fire, ice, wind, or light… a faint grey mist leaks from his body—silent, shapeless, impossible to identify. To the world, it looks like failure. To the powerful Great Houses, it looks like trash. But to some… it feels like something that should not exist. Whispers begin to swirl around him— from nobles who mock him, from teachers who cannot understand him, from a mysterious woman who seems to know more than she says, and from the ancient power sleeping in the back of his mind. At Astraeus Academy, four powerful Houses dominate the hierarchy: Solarcrest – blazing warriors Frostveil – elegant ice wielders Starweave – celestial manipulators Ironblood – physical monsters Each House brings pride, politics, and rivalries into the academy. Arin, with no clan and no past, should have been invisible… Until the heiress of the strongest family, Sarena Frostveil, notices the strange pressure hidden inside his “weak” awakening. Until a rogue teacher locks her gaze on him the moment she senses the silent pulse inside his soul. Until faction heirs whisper that his smoke resembles the long-forgotten Nightblade Path, a power erased from history. As danger grows around him, Arin must navigate nobles who despise him, mysteries that stalk him, teachers who want to test him, girls who notice him for different reasons, and a best friend — Kai — who somehow mixes comedy and loyalty in equal chaos. While Arin struggles to understand who he is… the sealed power inside him slowly wakes. Something ancient. Something forbidden. Something that remembers a past he cannot. And when it awakens fully— the world will remember his name long before he does.
Dexetous · 5.5k Views

I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!

After transmigrating into a book he had just finished reading, Eric found himself cast as the villainous cannon fodder. The original owner of the body was secretly and wholeheartedly in love with Max, the tribe's strongest warrior, but Max and Michael had grown up together and gradually developed feelings for each other. The original owner tried every means to obstruct them, was eventually exiled by the tribe, and died a miserable death from hunger and cold that winter. Many races existed on this continent, and he was not even human. Eric looked at the piece of grilled meat before him, burnt black as charcoal, and a handful of beans so hard they felt like they could chip his teeth. He looked up at the thatched roof that leaked rain in the summer and let snow through in the winter. Behind him, a small lion cub was wailing for food. Oh, and this little lion cub was also the story's devoted second male lead. The first step was to improve his life. What, the beastmen do not know how to farm? No problem, they can learn. Then they would not have to starve during the winter. Thatched huts, mud houses, and tents could all be replaced! The arrogant Elf race had a strong affinity for plants, which was perfect for farming, and the Dragon race could breathe fire, which was perfect for firing bricks! Humans called the Fantasy Dream Continent a cursed land. Later, a wandering poet would tell tales of the Snow Wolf Tribe who lived there, possessing all sorts of delicacies and fine, home-brewed wine whose aroma could travel for ten miles, leaving a rich aftertaste. Once the rumor spread, countless adventuring parties and mercenaries felt compelled to explore the land, even at the risk of being beaten half to death. Eric utilized the advantages of his bloodline, diligently farming and building infrastructure, leading the tribe toward a better life. It was just that one day he would pick up a prince of the Human race, and the next, a prince of the Elf race. With a prince of the Beastman Kingdom already in his house, Eric was at his wit's end. Perhaps I should just build a nation for all of you! And another thing, you, the main male lead, stop hovering around me! ... Auther: Please forgive my mistakes, as English is not my first language. I appreciate your understanding!
Ngọc_Trần_3827 · 453.1k Views

Grimborne (The Last Legacy)

[READER ADVISORY] This novel contains mature themes, graphic violence, body horror, and intense psychological content. The story explores moral decay, apathy, and the inhumane nature of survival. This is NOT a hero's journey, NOT a story of redemption, and NOT for readers sensitive to dark and disturbing content. Proceed at your own risk. a world where power has a price tag, Ren Vallis discovered the ultimate bargain: trade your humanity, buy godhood. The Harvest-Hospital of Sector 9 is a machine that processes human suffering into fuel. Ren, a patient with a body that rejects cybernetics and a mind that calculates survival odds instead of feeling fear, is its most flawed product. His only chance is the experimental drug "Void"—a substance that grants visions of forgotten memories and slowly unmakes the soul. When a catastrophic breach unleashes a tide of nightmares, Ren faces a choice that will define him: save a dying child calling for a hero, or seize the fragment of ancient power that could save himself. He makes the logical choice. He walks away. And as the child's screams fade, a new power awakens within him—the ability to consume the dead as "Echoes," trapping their skills and final moments in his mind. This is not a hero’s journey. It is a descent into optimal monstrosity. Becoming the entity known as Grimborne, Ren embarks on a cold odyssey across a dying world. He will infiltrate a decadent aristocracy that banquets on mystical flesh. He will bargain with a dying god-city in a desert of singing bones. He will win a war by coolly sacrificing every ally who trusts him. He will travel back in time to discover he is not a chosen one, but a glitch—a backup battery for a broken reality. But every Echo has a voice. Every power has a cost. And the ghost of the child he abandoned is the first invoice in a bill that will demand everything.
AnDan · 5.9k Views