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The Villain of Ancient Greece

If you have a golden apple, who would you give it to? At the banquet, Lorne, who was invited, saw the golden apple on the plate engraved with the words "To the Fairest," as well as the three goddesses in front of him caught in a dispute. The matter was quite troublesome and anyone would be panicked however, Not him. He smiled, picked up a knife and completed the process in three steps. The first step was to peel the skin, and he gave the peel to Aphrodite. "To be honest, you are indeed quite beautiful. As a layer of skin, it’s still passable." The second step was to cut the flesh, and he gave the flesh to Hera. "You are the queen of heaven, but everyone on Olympus, from eight hundred years old to the beasts, can cuckold you, including men, women, and even goats. Since your dignity is already lost, I’ll give you the substance." The third step was to give the remaining core to Athena. "You were supposed to be born as a male god to inherit Zeus’s throne, but because of Zeus, you lost your seed. So, I’ll give you this seed." And it was done.. Looking at Aphrodite, clenching her fists, Hera, raising her scepter, Athena, summoning her spear and shield, Lorne quickly stepped back, firmly shielding the goddess of discord, Eris, in front of him. "And you still want to be the goddess of discord? Look at me, I made them unite in an instant. Even your provocation isn’t as effective as mine." "..." Looking at the Greek gods around them sharpening their knives, Eris fell into silence. . . . There are around 700 chaps in the original and considering all extra NSFW, I'm going to write around 750 chaps or something, so enjoy.. For advanced chapters, consider joining my Patreon.. Patreon.com/abhi28
Abhii_28 · 1.3m Views

Gospel of The Bleeding Moon

In a world where the sun has long since perished beneath an eternal cobalt night, every human is born with Lunar Ichor, a living essence etched with a unique Lunar Sigil, a sacred symbol engraved into the soul itself. Yet Lunar Ichor alone grants no true divinity. Only when it resonates with Divine Ichor through the sacred rite of Baptism does the sigil awaken, forging an Astral Card, the vessel of one’s ascension and power. But the heavens are broken. The Moons, fragments of Divine Ichor left behind by gods waging endless war, hang shattered above the world, bleeding their power into mankind while spreading corruption through the night. From these celestial wounds came the Howlings, monstrous echoes of divine ruin, and the prophecy of another Cataclysm, a calamity said to descend when the Moon Goddess Noxella awakens once more. Amid this dying world lives Clyde Nox Pvolae, a boy who never sought power, never desired ascension, and never wished to stand among gods. Yet when he discovers a forbidden book buried beneath ancient truths, his Lunar Ichor mutates into Hollow Star, an impossible anomaly that defies the sacred laws binding humanity to the heavens. As the coming Cataclysm draws near and the descent of Noxella threatens to plunge the world into ruin, Clyde becomes entangled in a fate older than the gods themselves. If the heavens once fell because of mankind’s arrogance, then what will happen when one human gains the power to defy the gods? Will history repeat itself? This story is officially published on Royal Road by Cyan_Yabby. Available on Patreon for early access to chapters and exclusive content: https://patreon.com/Cyan_Yabby?utm_medium=unknown&utm_source=join_link&utm_campaign=creatorshare_creator&utm_content=copyLink
Cyan_Yabby · 68.1k Views

THE FATE OF WAR (戦争の運命)

The world does not want a savior; it wants a weapon it can control. When the light of his world was extinguished by a Seele, a young boy’s grief gave birth to a terrifying resolve. Paralyzed no longer, he claimed the burden of the "Scarecrow"—a protector destined to stand in the center of the carnage, wielding a fierce, blue-tinted flame that burns with a heat the world has grown to loathe. In this era, such a Gift is no beacon of hope; it is a cursed anomaly, marking him as a pariah even as he serves as humanity's shield. His mission is fueled by a selfish vow: he has seen the worst this world has to offer, and he will slaughter every Seele in existence to ensure no one else has to witness that horror. But the Scarecrow does not burn for himself. Every searing blast of blue fire is for the one soul he refused to lose—the girl who remains his only home in a world of wreckage. She is his final tether to reality, the reason behind his crusade, and the only anchor keeping his humanity from being consumed by his own Blue Rage. Together with Squad Segment 663, he is deployed under the cold, calculating gaze of The Skulls—architects of a system where lives are merely data points on a probability monitor. From forgotten borders to decaying strongholds, they are the U.W.D.S.’s most efficient tools of "purification." Yet, in the silence between battles, a mysterious figure lingers. An unnamed guide who speaks in echoes, she is a weeping contradiction who offers a haunting comfort that feels ancient and dangerously familiar. As the squad faces the encroaching darkness of the Seele and the rising threat of a rival power, the "Scarecrow" must decide: is he truly a hero, or just a broken child enforcing his trauma on a world that already hates him? In a war where trust is a liability, the people he protects may be the first to call him a traitor.
Kiyanashi · 123.4k Views