myth

Just a imagination of a borard guy, trying make somehow big, for his own. it'll be a prequel to my previous work Maharakshak. if you hadn't read it, you can try. it's ok story. and if you don't know what's written up above, just pretend it's not written, and this is the real Synopsis. " it's a story about a question and a superhero. The question being, does human needs the power or superhero, and superhero being just a normal guy, who does not know what a superhero supposed to mean, for him his powers are just that, a normal. thing, he didn't understand why they are so special." " story will progress in direction of a typical direction of any movie, the only shiny part maybe being the simplicity of it." " the hero is a pure guy, who does don't care about how other's think of him , he has only one goal trough out the story and that's he sticks to till end, believing his heroism nothing more then an accident." " the villain is also a pure guy, but ome who has seen the world and has his edges cleaned by it. you can think him as a guy who knows the answer, but did not want to admit it. he is more human then the hero, who seems little comical and too pure for the world. his only shortcoming being after getting powers he couldn't control it."

Disclaimer: [Slow Burn], [Prose Heavy] Before God spoke the first word, something else was already there. Before the angels were made, before the Heavenly Host drew their first breath, before the seventy-two were bound and the wars were fought and the prayers were written -- there was something sleeping in the bedrock of the world. Something that had culled the primordial chaos down to silence, that had cleared the void so completely that when God arrived, He built His entire creation in the space it left behind. It did not know this. It was asleep. It has been asleep for longer than history has words for. Until an archaeologist with a family secret she'd rather not think about falls through the wrong floor in the Negev desert -- and something that predates the concept of morning opens its eyes. His name is Vothanael, Elkaius in some translations, and in some, He is the Primordial Extinction. He has no language, no framework, no model of what he is. He does not know that the stone wall beside his resting place holds layers of pre-language scripture, the deepest of which contains a message from God Himself -- a confession, a grief, and an instruction nobody has carried out yet. He does not know that the Heavenly Host and the Seventy-Two Demons have been at war for centuries in the world above him. He does not know that both sides are about to find out he exists. What he knows is this: there is a woman with stone dust on her hands who gave him the word for sun on the first morning, and a house that is becoming something he does not have a word for yet, and a wall full of things written for him before writing existed. He is learning the words. One by one. Carefully. *The war above him is about to become very inconsequential in the grand scheme of things*

Other heroes reincarnate as warriors, mages, or assassins. Me? I got the Janitor System. Sweep for a hundred hours or die. Wipe windows to unlock legendary gear. Mop until my arms fall off just to earn the 'Divine Mop of Kirin.' Oh, and surprise! My surname is Odinson~ Which sounds cool, until I found that my ancestral family are murderous nobles who see me as nothing but disposable trash. Too bad for them. In this world, I clean house in more ways than one—

I finally got this idiotic thing working. I have been trying to get the Thought Logger to work for the last two weeks.  Well, I guess that I should not waste my time anymore and just introduce myself. (I don't know how long I can keep this activated.) My name is Anthony Sevenstars, and I am a formation mage.  I know, I know. It is rare to see formation mages associated with the guard corps. We guards are supposed to be diplomats first and foremost, as quick with praise as with threats. We are supposed to be as cool as a cucumber.  It is hard to imagine me as any of those. I am the guy you meet with when you have a fort to blow up. (How I got my position as a guard is a long story in itself.) I guess I should speak about the mission. I will be honest, I have not been able to learn much about the mission. (Don't blame me. I have been busy keeping our ship flying.) All I know is that we are dealing with the Snowwind Empire. Let's just say that some things have happened in the last year, and they are on the verge of becoming our enemies. All I know is, I am supposed to maintain diplomacy with them (I should manage this.), prevent them from becoming our enemies (this is something that I am dreading.). In the process, I might get to blow up a few of our enemies. (I will do this very well indeed.) Damn it, why is th.. Connec...... Brea.. No.. note 1- my publishing schedule is going to be Monday-wednesday-friday note 2- if you like my work, you should check out my patreon. i don't have any tiers ready yet but any membership will boost my motivation to work on this. this is my patreon link - patreon.com/tengen1410 note 3- I am significantly ahead on royal road webpage. so if you like my work you can go there and check out what is going on.

Macon is an ordinary man. He works, he goes out with friends, he comes home. A normal life - nothing more, nothing less. One evening, he opens his front door and falls. No kingdom to save. No mission. No explanation. Just a void - a black floor that reflects nothing, lights in the distance that never get closer, and a silence so complete his own voice disappears before it finishes existing. He walks anyway. As he drifts through this place with no edges and no name, he starts finding things. Not people. Not answers. Just traces. Signs that raise more questions than they resolve. Meanwhile, back in the world he left, people keep disappearing. Same pattern, every time. Nobody finds anything. Nobody understands why a world would just let its people go like that - quietly, without resistance, as if their absence changed nothing at all. Maybe Macon will find a way out. Maybe there isn't one. Maybe that's not even the right question.

After sacrificing his life to save another’s, 24-year-old Ryan Ray is pulled from his mundane world and dumped into a realm teetering on the brink of all out war. Tasked by a divine ‘spirit’, he’s given one job: protect a fragile world from a prophecy. But thanks to the spirit’s charmingly incompetent assistant, Ryan is dropped into the wrong world, a much, much more dangerous one. Will he rise to the challenge and become the hero this planet needs? Probably not. He’s just a human after all.

Once, Lucifell was an angel. A healer whose touch could mend broken bodies and dying souls. But one decision on a battlefield changed everything. Branded a traitor by Heaven, stripped of his wings, and cast down to the mortal world, Lucifell was forced to live among humans—carrying a cruel curse. He can still heal. But every wound he heals becomes his own. Now serving as the War Commander of the Mournvale Kingdom, Lucifell has become a legend feared across battlefields. A strategist who never loses. A man soldiers whisper about in the dark. They call him... The Nightbringer. But while Lucifell builds his legends in the world of mortals, a far greater storm is approaching. The armies of the Underworld are rising once again. And leading them is the one person Lucifell never wished to see again. Leinca. The woman he once loved in a paradise that should never have existed. Now she stands as the War Commander of the Underworld. Enemies by fate. Bound by a forgotten past. When Heaven, Hell, and the kingdoms of men collide, only one truth remains: The war that will decide the fate of all realms has already begun.

Mankind prospered in the modern age, but one day, everything changed. Mana descended onto the world, making a permanent change to society. Alongside it was also the appearance of monsters invading the world from the sky and from below. Gods pitied mankind and bestowed divine bloodlines, creating superhuman people called the Supernals who can fend off the invaders. But not everyone who became a Supernal is suited for the role. Those people are pariahs that don't belong anywhere, especially when there are quotas for each divine bloodline. In a world where society revolves around those with divine bloodlines, Kai is a Supernal with the lowest talent. He doesn't fit with normal people and is too ordinary to mingle with Supernals. He was ostracized for hogging a slot in a divine legacy, and his only family suffered for it. But Kai isn't weak. It's just that nothing could properly check his bloodline. [Primordial Bloodline awakened] [Patron God: Goddess of the Primordial Night] Now, with the bloodline of the final night inside him, he will bring terror to those who wronged him. However, there's one big problem that he hadn't realized.

What's the difference between death and this character, Neo? He woke up as an insignificant character. Neo isn't just the weakest in the entire novel; he is also the only character with one purpose: to die. But hold on, this insignificant character has these obsessive yanderes who would slaughter even the slightest fly that hurts him. And his mom? A tyrant villainess, who erased the hero academy off the face of the earth because of his death. Neo has them all.

In the quiet concrete shack of a small observatory near Jamshedpur, twenty-six-year-old doctoral student Arjun Rao has spent months chasing cosmic noise that no one else cares about. His thesis stalled, his advisor vanished, and the universe reduced to static, he finds solace only in the headphones and the endless sweep of the radio dish. One ordinary night, the static answers back. A precise sequence of prime numbers emerges from the cosmic background — not random, not natural. Embedded within the signal is something deeper: an addressing structure, a label in a referencing system older than light itself. When Arjun calculates the total accumulated observer-moments since the universe first cooled enough to see itself, the numbers match exactly. The address is his. The signal identifies him not as a listener, but as an Active Variable. Observation: ongoing. What begins as a mathematical anomaly quickly unravels everything Arjun thought he knew about reality. The universe is not silent. It is not indifferent. It has been indexing every act of witnessing since the first hydrogen atom formed — every proof scribbled in margins, every late-night thought, every fleeting moment of awareness. And now it has noticed him noticing it. As the signal evolves and alternate realities bleed into his own — reflections showing equations he never wrote, moments that feel pre-filed — Arjun is forced to confront a terrifying possibility: consciousness is not a byproduct of the cosmos. It is its oldest mechanism. And some variables, once observed, can never be unfiled. Blending rigorous mathematics, ancient Indian philosophy, and quiet cosmic horror, The Night the Numbers Listened Back is a haunting exploration of what it means to be seen by a universe that has been watching itself through us all along.

Arush a failed student. burden on world and family thinking his destiny is to fail in life. as his life changes by lending or by making a choice that will shake his world for ever. makar is mythological being unpredictable while arush resmbele him and sun as his destiny will take him into nothingness

In a world where humans, elves, dwarfs, mages, and demons vie for dominance, kingdoms rise and fall under the shadow of a growing threat on the distant horizon. In times of dire peril, a single clan bore the Black Sigil, drawing power from the mysterious deity Infinity: a power that came at a devastating cost. Now extinct, their legacy haunts the lands, as kingdoms clash and the balance of power teeters on the edge of ruin.

“Now and then, my path has always been forward!” - Xinyu Ma, the Merchant of Joy Xinyu Ma, a mysterious girl from the isolated Eastlands, journeys westward with a dream to free the world from heaven's lie. From Wukong to Erlang Shen, her magic draws on the power of ancient Chinese gods, yet her greatest weapon is always her ceaseless smile. Stronger than one, stronger than all, her path is the one she paves, and is one that always leads forward. But all is not as it seems. Anomalous black magic begins to infest the air. Witches and corrupt angels appear. The stench of something brewing reeks, unbeknownst to the warring lands, and mayhaps, even the heavens. Heaven's greatest prophet, Kitsune the Fox Spirit, prophesies Xinyu's death; an unnatural death that would mark the end of existence itself should she head to the Westlands. Despite these forboding omens, she presses forward into a world brimming with magic, much different from whence she came. She quickly teams up with a once hopeless peasant, a genius scientist renowned throughout the land, a legendary king, and many other larger-than-life characters to pave the path to a new world - one where humanity is free to laugh and smile eternally. "Do not give up, do not falter, not even for a moment." Full Book available on Amazon now!

After falling sick and heading home from school, Salem wakes to find himself in a field of fire and three giant figures. Salem finds out that a giant fight will break out in the future, with the third thing being dangerous. Salem is granted with the power of flame, and the ability to control those flames freely...

Though it may be a dream weathered, crumpled, and fading to dust. I held on without looking back. Through each repeated day, I ran toward tomorrow’s light. Becoming a knight, resolute and bright.

Arthur Moreau vanished during a live broadcast. No warning. No transition. No last words. One moment he was finishing a world event in front of four hundred thousand viewers. The next, he was gone entirely, and what arrived somewhere else was Gepetto: his character, his creation, the most feared Marionettist ever built in a game where power was the only language that mattered. The skills are real now. The strings are real. The puppets move, and what they touch does not reset. In a world fracturing between an empire in succession, a republic bleeding from the inside, and gods who can die and apparently do, one man with no allegiances and no name anyone knows is building something. Not an army. Not a throne. A web. Quiet. Patient. Precise. House of Puppets is a story about control, belief, and the specific cost of choosing to matter in a world that was not built for you. The puppeteer pulls the strings. But someone always holds his.

In a kingdom shaped by power, loyalty, and legacy, a group of young warriors and mentors navigate a world where aspects—unique abilities tied to one’s spirit—define one's strength and fate. Under the guidance of seasoned mentors, the group trains, grows, and faces challenges that test not only their skills but their bonds with one another. As tensions rise across the land and powerful enemies emerge, the group must confront the weight of their pasts and the responsibilities of their future. United by friendship, purpose, and the fire of their convictions, they march toward a conflict that could shape the kingdom forever.

Resonance Weaving demands a perfect vessel. Kaelen Vane is a ruined splinter. Born with a fractured core, drawing ambient magic would boil his nervous system alive. This defect cost him his family crest and his inheritance. Now, his meager academy stipend is the only thing paying for his sick sister's medicine. Then the instructors issue a final ultimatum. Cast a spell in three weeks for the Crucible tournament, or face expulsion. Expulsion means his sister dies. Kaelen sneaks into the restricted archives to find a workaround. He unearths a banned practice from the First Era. Ancient mages bypassed human biology entirely, forcing raw energy into physical stones. The Academy outlawed the method centuries ago due to its lethal volatility. A single miscalculated frequency causes the conduit to detonate. Trading his winter coat for an obsidian sphere, Kaelen runs the math. He anchors a kinetic Thread. The resulting shockwave vaporizes his target. Armed with forbidden magic, Kaelen prepares to enter the brutal Crucible against the High House heirs. Every cast risks blowing his own hands off. He must calculate perfectly. He must fight ruthlessly. And first, he must deal with the academy's elite prodigy who just caught him in the act.

In the celestial realms above, the proud son of the God of Lust and Love swore a heaven-defying oath, to remain a virgin for eternity, claiming that true love needs no filthy touch of carnal desire. Enraged by such arrogance, his father cast him into the ruthless wheel of reincarnation, forcing him through nine mortal lives filled with torment and tragedy.

This is a world with only oceans, through which scattered are countless small islands and treasures. With swords, gunpowder, sailing ships, and most important, the Treasure Hunting System, Alka is ready to dominate the oceans! 「Map detected」 「Scanning for Treasure」 「Scan complete」 「Happy Treasure hunting!」