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Type-Moon: Simulation Starts from Greece

Legend has it, he is the hero Griffith, who, with a single recitation of his Noble Phantasm, made all the Greek heroes chant poems of chuunibyou style during their ultimate moves. Legend has it that he is a hero created from a lie, a descendant of the heroes aboard the Argo, and the descendant of Kratos, the dragon slayer hero. Legend has it he is the hero who peeled off the armour of the gods from the flesh and blood of his body, making even the sun god impressed with his dedication. Some say that the goddess of beauty, the goddess of wisdom, the goddess of discord, and even the pure goddess of the moon and the queen of the underworld were all madly in love with him and fought fiercely over him. He is the Adonis of spring, adorning the pure hearts of goddesses with floral crowns, a rainbow-coloured figure in the eyes of countless unrequited lovers, both human and divine. Apollo wept daily in white learning, saying: "It was me first." Poseidon looked at Athena's kiss with jealous envy, splitting apart with rage: "How am I supposed to feel seeing the ones I once desired and those I now desire together?" The three Celtic goddesses, unable to obtain him, sought to destroy him. The earth mother goddess Nephthys personally crowned him as the hero of the storm, giving him the name of Set, the god of destruction in the desert, viewing him as her eternal lover. And it all starts with a war, with the hero chanting: "The awe of the king is displayed at this moment. Witness the power that shakes the heavens and the earth!" ___________________ This is a Translation.. So, you can credit the original 'Author: Merlin You Have No Feelings' ...he has written a good fanfic. I'm merely translating ... if the original author wants me to remove their work, just leave a comment below msg me at.. https://www.scribblehub.com/profile/114611/abhii28/ ______ I've used chatgpt for translation with some adjustments so, only read if you can handle the words. The updates will be fast as I've got about 100 chapters in stock. (Ancient Greece–Rome–Greece..) The Story starts in Rome and then simulates to the Ancient Greece(Trojan War)...
Abhii_28 · 1.3m Views

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

Eclipseborn: Blood of the Constellations

Prologue – The Dying Star The heavens bled. Not with fire, nor with rain, but with silence — a silence so vast it swallowed the songs of the constellations. For centuries, the stars had whispered their light across the firmament, weaving destinies into the veins of mortals. Tonight, one of those voices faltered. High above the mortal realm, the constellation known as Aureth trembled. Its brilliance dimmed, each star flickering like a candle in a storm. The gods who dwelled in its light stirred uneasily, for they knew what mortals did not: when a constellation dies, its essence must descend. And so it fell. A shard of celestial flame tore through the night sky, trailing silver fire. It pierced the veil between worlds, plunging into the earth with a thunder that shook mountains and silenced rivers. Where it landed, the soil blackened, and the air sang with power — raw, unclaimed, dangerous. In the village of Nareth, a child stirred from sleep. Their veins burned with a light they did not understand. Dreams of endless skies and broken crowns filled their mind. Somewhere deep within, a voice whispered: You are chosen. But destiny is never gentle. Far away, in the citadel of the Bloodline Clans, elders watched the heavens with cold eyes. They knew the fall of Aureth meant war. Power never descends without blood. And whoever bore the shard would become both heir and target. The stars had chosen. The world would bleed.
Yelbadman · 1.8k Views

Arab Chronicles - From a Banished Prince to Ruler of the Arab World

Some men are born into destiny. Others are cursed by it. In the golden age of the Arab world, where Sultanates rise and fall on the edge of a blade and magic flows through the very soul of every living thing, a child was born in the palace of Faras under a sky that made the Saints tremble. They saw many futures. Most of them ended in the destruction of the world. Shehzade Ali al-Shirazi enters the world with a weak Rooh and a prophecy that follows him like a shadow. Rooh al-Shamoos, the Dark Sun, a fusion of fire and shadow so rare and so volatile that the Saint delivered a single quiet verdict to Sultan Bahram al-Shirazi. Kill the boy. Before the boy kills the world. The Sultan could not do it. The child was the last memory of Begum Maryam al-Shirazi, the woman he loved above his throne and lost in the same breath he gained an heir. So instead he built a cage of silk and called it protection. The finest tutors. The highest walls. A prince kept carefully distant from a world the Sultan feared his son would one day consume. Ali grows up knowing two things with equal certainty. That his father loves him, and that his father is afraid of him. He does not know why. Nobody would tell him why. So he finds his own answers in the dark. On the rooftops of Shiraz, where the Sultan's eye cannot follow, a different version of Ali exists. Al-Barez. The Black Thief. He moves through the night like a rumor, stealing from the corrupt and returning what was taken to those the powerful have forgotten. The streets worship him. The nobles curse him. Nobody connects the phantom of the rooftops to the fragile prince who never leaves the palace. Nobody except the Wazir who has been watching far more carefully than anyone realized. When Ali's double life is laid bare before his father, the Sultan's grief and fury collapse into a single devastating decision. The prophecy warned him. The Saint warned him. No cage, however gilded, can hold a Dark Sun. Ali is banished from Faras with nothing but the clothes on his back and a mark on his inner wrist he has carried since birth. A small dark sigil that has never glowed, never spoken, existing quietly like a word written in a language the world has forgotten how to read. Cast into a world he only ever watched from above, Ali falls hard and fast. Debt and desperation deliver him into the hands of a merchant in Basra who recognizes useful when he sees it. A sharp mind, sharper instincts and nothing left to lose. Ali works. He survives. He learns what the palace never taught him. That the real Arab world has teeth and does not care about prophecies or the colour of a man's Rooh. But the merchant has his own agenda. And the road he points Ali down leads in one direction. Misr. A burned mansion stands abandoned at the edge of the city, cursed in the memory of all who knew it, its secrets buried under a decade of ash. Nobody goes there. Nobody dares. Whatever happened inside those walls left a wound that never fully closed. Ali goes there anyway. What he finds will crack open everything he thought he knew about himself. His weak Rooh, his cursed mark, the Saint's prophecy and a shadow organization moving quietly through every Sultanate in the Arab world like a rot nobody has yet named. The Saint saw two futures above all others. In one, Rooh al-Shamoos burns the Arab world to nothing. In the other, it is the only thing that saves it. The secret buried in Misr will decide which future Ali walks toward. But first he must answer something the prophecy never accounted for. Whether a man born under a dark destiny is bound to follow it. Or whether he is the one person capable of breaking it entirely.
NerdAstrologer · 6.8k Views

Celestial Speed: Mercury’s Legacy

Ding! [Rejoice, Host! You have been chosen to wield the legacy of Mecury] Henry blinked at the golden screen that had suddenly manifested in his line of sight. “Mecury? Who the fuck is that?” But all he got in response was another prompt. [Congratulations, you have received the Celestial (God of Speed) System] Henry blinked. “Huh? What’s a celestial system.” But if only he knew, his new life was about to get a lot more complicated. …….. Hey there, don’t listen to that eccentric narrator. My life didn’t get complicated, it got a whole lot better. Let me introduce myself properly; “My name is Henry Myers, and I’m the fastest man in the universe… No, that’s not right.” I’m the fastest living creature in the entire multiverse. And it all began with an accident, one that got me reincarnated into another world. A world of infinite possibilities. A utopia of both advanced technology, magic… and gods. But in this new world, the strong preys of the weak. Literally. And unfortunately for me, I fell under the category of the latter… but not for long. With my mysterious system, my undying will, and my charming looks.. I will dominate this new world. Because I am… the God of Speed. ********* Hola! Eccentric author/narrator here. This is a remake of my original work, and I promise you it’s a whole lot better. As expected, it has the speedster and superhero vibes you love so much and a splendid mix of sci-fi and magic&myths. So if you didn’t get enough from ‘the Flash, then prepare yourself for the ultimate run. Because I plan to explore the deeper depths of speedsters in a way the writers of the Flash couldn’t. So check it out, I promise you immersive satisfaction. NGL https://discord.gg/kATuVbxaAb Join my discord server for more info on my work… or if you just wanna hangout and talk about Marvel/DC/WW3. Have a great day and thanks for checking this out. Garcias!
Red_Hood69 · 120.4k Views