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Manipulating THE GODS

Imagine a world ruled by Ascendents—where power is determined by Resonance, Flux, and access to resources that accelerate ascension. Now imagine that boy has none of it. Varik Verilion possesses no power worth acknowledging. What he has instead is far more dangerous: the ability to understand people, dismantle belief systems, and turn human weakness into leverage. In a world obsessed with power and flux ascension, he introduces something known but alien—manipulation, deception, and control of masses. Varik does not believe in morality, love or loyalty. Parents, lovers, clan, sects, even gods—everything is a system to be exploited. If killing his own parents secures authority, he will do it. If destroying a lover advances his position, he will not hesitate. If creating a consumer economy destabilizes a flux-based world and places power in his hands, he will engineer it piece by piece. While others seek power through training and faith, Varik builds it through cunning, prediction, and psychological warfare. His greatest weapon is not strength, it is deception. His closest companion is not a sword or technique—but the certainty that everyone can be used. Manipulating the Gods is a dark ascent fantasy about a protagonist who does not rise by becoming stronger, but by making everyone else weaker—until even gods are nothing more than variables waiting to be controlled. --- Rather than treating fantasy as aesthetic escapism, this world is constructed as a coherent model — one governed by internal logic, biological constraints, physical trade-offs, and evolutionary pressure. Every culture, power structure, and ability exists because it had to, not because it looked cool. At the foundation of this world lies a single axiom: Flux. Flux is not magic in the ornamental sense. It is an energy principle — a universal driver of transformation, adaptation, decay, and emergence. Matter, biology, cognition, and civilization all evolve in response to Flux gradients, just as real organisms evolve under environmental stress and resource scarcity. So it's not your normal book where anything could happen just because the author wants. And let me tell you in advance, this book is one of a kind. --- Author’s Note: This story is also officially published by me on Royal Road under the same author identity. Any identical uploads elsewhere are authorized reposts by the original author. Royal Road version: https://www.royalroad.com/profile/899826/fictions ---
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Arcane: Thicker Than Blood

Piltover and Zaun are two cities separated by a single bridge - ironically called the Bridge of Progress. Above, Piltover shines as the City of Progress, filled with dazzling lights and prosperity. Below, Zaun suffers as an industrial undercity, poisoned by toxic waste and chemical fumes from above. And in the toxic Undercity, where children play in chemically-tainted puddles and industrial waste poisons the air, Cipher works tirelessly to transform his home's suffering into strength. Armed with his [Ready Player One] ability to adapt technologies and skills from different dimensions - particularly from the Apex world - he channels this knowledge into innovations that promise to turn Zaun's poisoned air into valuable resources, offering both jobs and hope to thousands of desperate citizens. But Zaun's transformation is as much about family as it is about progress. Caught between Vander's traditional values and Silco's ruthless vision for change, Cipher navigates complex loyalties that run thicker than blood. While Silco offers power through his newly developed drug Shimmer, and Vander fights to maintain stability, their conflict forces Cipher to choose between different visions of progress - and different definitions of family. ---------- ---------- I don't own Arcane. Kudos to Riot Games. Warnings: - AU - politics - Apex - slowish - likely romance - MC is sometimes ruthless - MC from Earth - MC cares about family Advance Chapters on p@treon: [email protected]/Malphegor If you'd like to support me but can't join P@treon, leaving comments or reviews is also helpful!
Malphegor · 1.3m Views

Fate: I Just Want to Die and Sit on the Throne of Heroes

I crossed into the world of Type Moon and, for some reason, the Root itself recognized me. As long as I die an abnormal death, I can ascend to the Throne of Heroes and become its lord, an existence stronger and freer than even the Seven Grand Servants. So, in order to die, I started acting like a complete fool across the Nasuverse. I cursed Gilgamesh to his face in Uruk, challenged almighty Zeus in Greece, openly kidnapped Skadi in Northern Europe, proclaimed in Israel that Solomon was a demon god instead of a holy king, and even stood at Morgan’s side in Britain. Yet for some reason I am still alive. By 1994, Fuyuki City, history has given me a ridiculous list of titles: the third friend of the Most Ancient King, the first prime minister of Mesopotamia, the man favored by the Greek gods, the king of giants in Northern Europe, the incarnation of God who awakened Solomon’s humanity in Israel, the miracle worker supported by Prince Camelot. On top of the Fuyuki Bridge, a young yet world weary Lovi sits on the railing, staring at the city lights and sighing. “Tell me, what exactly went wrong? Or you could just kill me here and let me finally ascend to the Throne of Heroes. Please.” Kiritsugu Emiya lights a cigarette, glances at Artoria holding the Holy Spear, at the treasury of the King unfolding beside Gilgamesh, at the crimson spear tip reaching out from the distant Kingdom of Shadows. The cigarette in his hand trembles slightly.
FanficLord03 · 1m Views