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“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!

“In an age where knowledge cuts deeper than knives, Victoria is about to learn far more than is safe for any soul to bear.” Victoria and Robert were torn from the gentle dullness of their ordinary century and cast into a realm governed by proto-concepts—those ancient, unblinking truths from which life, death, and divinity themselves are carved. Proclaimed “Heroes” by a world too desperate to question its own choices, they were commanded to rise in strength, confront a Demon Lord, and deliver salvation to a land that had never been theirs. Robert donned the mantle with the fervour of a man stepping into destiny. Victoria… hesitated. And in that hesitation, something old—older than scripture, older than light—turned its gaze toward her. She felt its attention like a draft through a locked room. In a moment poised between terror and terrible understanding, she accepted its offer: a contract sealed in silence, a year of her life exchanged for a thing that should never have been permitted to exist. Not in this world. Not in any. She did not yet grasp that, in straying from the Hero’s ordained path, she had not merely shifted her fate— she had begun to unwrite the very scaffolding of her humanity. Now Victoria walks like a phantom through a world that has marched on without her— one year behind the celebrated Hero, yet burdened with an insight so sharp it threatens to cut her free from mortality itself. She can now trespass upon knowledge forbidden to scholars, sorcerers, or even those who stand at the pinnacle of human mastery. She commits the kind of acts whispered only of beings who have stepped beyond the human threshold… and never returned. And in a world built on primordial, immovable truths, one truth endures: Knowledge is power. But power, when mishandled, becomes a curse that devours its bearer— quietly, inevitably, like rot beneath embroidered silk.

I died, and ended up meeting three goddesses. They gave me the chance to reincarnate and also gave me three wishes. Maybe I will become a king? or maybe something bigger? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Rewrite

“The fall of a race. The birth of a bloodline. The return of cosmic wrath.” In the distant Tianzun Universe, the Asura tribe stood supreme—until betrayal struck. Surrounded by the Purva Devas, Nagas, and Yakshas, the Asura stronghold fell in a cataclysmic explosion that echoed across the cosmos. But in their final moment, the Asura enacted the Shastra of Eternal Bloodline, scattering their future across time and space. On Earth, as unnatural storms and monstrous horrors rise from the shadows, a boy named Rudra is born under a torn sky. The world crumbles as alien beasts and corrupted spirits tear through cities. Yet in the chaos, ancient Indian martial secrets reawaken: Kalaripayattu, Vajra Mushti, Marma Kala… lost arts that hold the key to humanity’s survival. His father, Dhruv the Unyielding Guardian, becomes a legend among the warriors. Alongside him, rise three mythic protectors: Varunesh, the Tide Bringer, Agnivesh, the Inferno Lance and Sharvani, the Soul Weaver. Follow our indian novel writers discord channel https://discord.gg/7hQS4pbM

I inexplicably traveled through time and space and became Ares, the god of war in Greek mythology, but something seemed wrong with this world. "Ever since the Wandering Star Soldier shattered the original godhead, the world has been divided into several pieces..." "What is the Wandering Star Soldier? Can you please explain it more clearly?" "I have received a prophecy that in the future Zeus will be overthrown by a demigod named Kratos, and the Age of Gods will end..." ........................ This is a translation RAW 最苟战神阿瑞斯 ........................ For the advance chapter visit Patreon:- patreon.com/Stories_hub739 you can buy me a cup of cofee: https://www.paypal.me/UtkarshKumar96 Find your 5 free advanced chapters here: Omnicalctools.online

I wanted nothing more than an ordinary life—free from crushing debt and the endless corporate grind. Instead, I died. And when I opened my eyes, I was in ancient Rome. My father? Gaius Julius Caesar—the man destined to rule, or ruin, the Republic. But history is written in blood. If I do nothing, my new family will be swept away by the coming political firestorm. Power is survival in Rome, and I intend to survive. Armed with modern knowledge, I will reshape the Roman Republic—through banking, insurance, industry, and new political strategies. Rome will never be the same. ============================================== What to Expect: - A grounded story set in the Roman Republic (BCE) - Technological innovation, business, military campaigns, Senate politics, and diplomacy - Based on real history—its religions, places, and historical figures - Smart MC using future knowledge to solve problems - 5 chapters a week, M-F - 10+ chapters ahead on patreon (https://www.patreon.com/cw/MinchoNyangi) ============================================== MinchoNyangi here!  This is the official English edition of [카이사르의 아들이 되었다]. This story was a hit in Korea with over 2 million views(Naver Series), and I have personally revised and expanded this definitive edition specifically for English readers. You won't find this version anywhere else—not even in Korea. Note: This is the only official translation provided by the author. Any versions found on other sites except Royal Road, Webnovel are pirated copies. If you enjoy the story, please support the author by reading the official release here. Thank you

In a cosmos of infinite layers and dimensions, where divine forces move beyond comprehension and the fabric of reality is threaded with endless possibilities, a shadow emerges—a void that erases probability and threatens existence itself. Across these upper layers, a select group traverses realms that defy conventional understanding. Their journey is not measured by distance or time but by perception, balance, and the mastery of potential. Every step reveals reflections of reality, echoes of choices yet to be made, and tests of comprehension that challenge even the most powerful entities. In this universe, the rules are narrative itself. Success is determined not by brute strength but by understanding the hierarchy of existence, the interplay of stories and concepts, and the subtle threads connecting possibilities. The higher one ascends, the more the lines between what is, what could be, and what might never occur begin to blur. Divine Realms is an epic exploration of layered realities, cosmic balance, and the struggle to navigate a universe where every decision reshapes the narrative of existence. It is a story of perception, intuition, and courage—a journey through infinite possibilities where the greatest threats are born from potential itself.

Apostle of the Eclipse In a world ruled by gods, children are sometimes chosen at birth to become apostles — vessels of divine power meant to fight in the name of their gods. Those chosen bring pride to their families and protection to their kingdoms. Those who aren’t… simply live ordinary lives. He was ordinary. No divine symbol ever appeared on his skin. No temple bells rang for him. No priests came to his home. He was just another boy in a kingdom that valued strength above all else. But his little sister was chosen. A lesser god marked her as his apostle, and though the god was not powerful, the kingdom still celebrated her. She trained. She learned to fight. People looked at her with hope. Yet to her, he was never “ordinary.” She still laughed with him. Still dragged him outside to watch the sunrise. Still told him that even if she became strong, he would always be her big brother first. When demons invaded their land, the kingdom sent pleas for help. Other kingdoms had stronger apostles. Greater gods. But none answered. They chose not to involve themselves in a war that did not benefit them. The battlefield swallowed everything. His sister fought beyond her limits. The lesser god who had chosen her descended to aid her. Together, they stood against a demon apostle far stronger than either of them. And they lost. By the time he reached her, the sky was red with smoke and the city was falling apart. The god had vanished. His sister lay in the ruins, her power completely spent. He held her as the world around him crumbled. He did not shout at the heavens. He did not demand power. Through tears and ash, he whispered only one thing: “Please… someone save my people.” The prayer was not for himself. Not for revenge. Just for the kingdom that was disappearing before his eyes. For a long moment, nothing happened. Then the wind stopped. The fire quieted. And for the first time in a million years, the Twin Goddesses — Day and Night — descended. They had never chosen an apostle. They had only ever watched, intervening when gods lost control of their endless competition. But this time, they did more than watch. They chose the boy no one had chosen. Light and darkness intertwined, marking him with power no divine system had ever allowed before. When his eyes opened, they carried both dawn and dusk within them. The demon apostle fell. The war ended. But his sister did not return. Now bearing the blessing of both Night and Day, he does not remain in one kingdom. He wanders. He protects lands others ignore. He steps into battles the gods would rather turn into games. He does not fight to increase divine levels. He does not fight for worship. He fights because once, when the world burned, he asked for salvation instead of revenge. And the heavens finally answered.

[Warning! Slice of Life at Core!] "Are you trying to tell me that the man who made the entire Northern continent tremble works in a flimsy bar? And he's a Water Mage???" The Emperor asked his knight. "Yes, sir. I saw him with my own eyes. He has two pet dragons and—" "Good gods! The legendary dragons that historically disdain humans as his pets?! We must have this man as our own at all cost!" The Emperor screamed in amusement, "Say, when you approached this man to speak with him, what was his reaction?" The knight gulped. "He... offered my men and I drinks, and told us to tell you, the Emperor, to visit his bar sometime." The Emperor's eyes widened, and narrowed back as he smiled. "Well, I just might." ______ Maxwell Duvon Belognia was once a reject, kicked out of his noble house for his lack of talent. His noble family was one that had produced reputable flame mages for ages, and Maxwell, who had an affinity to the water element, was a good-for-nothing. Disowned by his family, he ventured out into the world to build his own solid ground, and discovered that his talent in the path of water was much more than his family had ever imagined. Along his journey, he made friends that he loved more than his own blood, allies that could give their lives up just for his sake, and the best of all — he fell in love with a woman who gave him her heart and her soul. Until an unfortunate, world ending disaster struck on his world, ending everything dear to Maxwell in just a few seconds, including the love of his life. Luckily — or unluckily — Maxwell and his friend barely survived, thrust into a different, ruthless world where they had to grow stronger and struggle to survive. Years later, they became transcendent beings who ventured into the vast cosmos where they still fought to claim a place. They became gods. During all his years of constant struggling, fighting and ascending, Maxwell never forgot the love he lost. Regret ate at him. If only he was strong as he was now that he steadily approached the end of his being. Just when he thought his soul would fade away without ever seeing his love again... "Why don't we break one of the ten absolute rules proffered by the Celestial King?" His friend suggested. Maxwell's eyes widened. "What rule?" "Regression." And so, after fighting to go against the will of fate and the heavens themselves, Maxwell's soul finally regressed with eons worth of knowledge to the time when he was just a mortal, kicked out of his noble house. The best part? All his divine authorities as a god — although weakened — were still linked to his soul, including his pocket dimension which held his treasures. And because of this, to the eyes of everyone in his world, Maxwell was a ridiculously overpowered being. As news of this enigmatic, overpowered water mage spread amongst the four continents of the world Cryst, every monarch and every major power desired him for themselves. But the man in question? "I've lived a life full of suffering, battles and wars. Now, with this second chance, I just want to live a calm life. To do that, I'll have to stop the world-ending disaster coming in a few years. But for now..." He opened the door to his bar, smiling as he gazed at his customers which consisted of legendary mages, legendary mercenaries, divine healers, knights and the rest, all waiting to recruit him. Finally, his warm gaze rested on his wife, waiting for him behind the counter. "This is enough." ______________________ Ahem–! 50 powerstones = 1 extra chapters ‎100 powerstones = 2 extra chapters ‎50 Golden tickets = 5 extra chapters ‎A castle = 10 extra chapters

In a world that has forgotten its own creation, the cycle begins again. Long before memory, the universe was shaped by fragments of unimaginable power—stones that carried will, purpose, and consequence. In the modern city of Sagar, three ordinary students begin to feel the echo of those fragments awakening within them. Vaibhav, burdened by a crystal that remembers countless deaths. Shlokh, whose voice resonates with balance and authority. Shourya, who glimpses futures he pretends not to notice. As exams end and winter approaches, reality begins to fracture—memories blur, dreams bleed into waking life, and an unfamiliar presence steps closer from the shadows. This is not a story of heroes chosen by fate. It is the story of a cycle that never stopped… And of what happens when creation begins to remember itself.

Fate knows that timid people won't amuse her, so she serves them plain death as a conclusion. Being a philosophy student, the sixteen year old Anglo-Japanese Craig Ichinose had a humble yet principled personality. But his main goal was rather jejune : living a decent and respectful life. If there was something he hated the most, it would be standing out from the crowd. He hated to become the centre of attention. However one day, his biggest fear came true as a life-changing event uprooted him from his sweet life of normalcy. Returning home one night from his high school's farewell party, Craig finds himself stuck in an array of supernatural events. He is stabbed in the chest by a mysterious man and as he is about to die, he sees ferrocious, otherworldly creatures appear out of countless red portals. "Please bury me respectfully," is what he ponders on the brink of death, but then, a saviour descends down from the skies who whisks him away to a different world. In this new world, Craig finds out that a mysterious race called the "demons" have waged a war against possibly every life form in existence. He learns that the destruction of his world was not merely an apocalyptic event but a planned invasion by this race. This single event landed the first blow to the strong foundations of his morality. The night he bid farewell to his school became the night he bid farewell to his own world. He accquired the status of a refugee – a stain he will carry forever. In this new world, he tries to survive desperately as he tries to keep up with the moral codes, societal norms of the war-wrecked times. What is this growing cruelty inside? Is violence, hatred and horror justified in a cruel world? Between cruelty and kindness, between optimism and pessimism, between the sweet illusions and the harsh truths, What will Craig choose? Will he stick to his beliefs or will he give them all an egregious re-definition? Those will answered with the continuous march of time, revealing the refugee's and eventually the world's true purpose.

It's been over 300 years since every human, witch, wizard, hag, vampire, centaur, dwarf, and every other supernatural race residing on Earth suddenly found themselves on Floor Zero of the Tower. The population now sits just under 20 million, a sharp contrast to the original 8.2 billion. As a result, anyone under the age of sixteen is required to attend the Academy of Beginnings, a place designed to prepare them for the climb and uncover the mysteries of the Tower—why the System brought them here, and what lies at its peak. But with the highest known completed Floor being Floor 34… they still have a long way to go. Determined to honor his father and mother’s deaths and become the first human to reach the top of the Tower. Deacon Surtr Hayes stands on the cusp of graduating from the Academy of Beginnings, ready to claim his Tier 1 Class and ascend the Tower with his closest friends by his side. At least, that’s what should have happened. Waking up hours before receiving his first Class and finding out that not only was his father alive, but that he wasn’t even human, derailed everything Deacon thought he knew about his future and left him with many questions, the most prevalent being, “What the hell is a Jötunn?” Schedule: 3x a week (Sun, Tues, Thurs) What to expect: [+] Weak to Strong MC [+] Multiple Weapons & Magics [+] Various Mythologies [+] Tower [+] Grimdark [+] Antihero MC [+] Jötunn

Li Xun, an ordinary man originated from the planet of earth find himself transmigrated into another world out of a sudden, while being transmigrated into a world of fantasy is a dream to many, Li Xun included, however, it turn out the world that he transmigrated into is a world of Cultivation, where being that can raze mountain, split the sea, and shatter the star roaming around without a care to the fate of the weak whom they kill in the millions by accident each day. The young man is already planning to write up his last will when he finds out that he doesn’t start his life in this new world from zero. Not only does he have some decent talent in cultivation and a nice family helping him back home, he also has a system transmigrated alongside him. The name of the System is The Ultimate Investment System. From then on, everything changed. "Junior brother, from the look of it, you are just one step away to breaking through the Qi Refining Realm, I happen to have a Spirit Yuan Pill here that can help you guarantee your success!" [Congratulations, Host, for your successful investment, you have gained twenty years worth of closed door cultivation QI!] "My dear friend, I heard that you have been fatally injured by your former ally and have your foundation shattered, thankfully, I have this Grand Dao Dao Golden in my hand, take this, this Pill here would be able to help you restore back your cultivation foundation!" [Congratulations, Host, for your successful investment, you have obtained an Emperor-Grade Weapon!] ........... After many years has passed since he transmigrated into this world, Li Xun, who is in need of dire help, got a lot of aid from those who he had helped in the past. Emperor of Taixuan Empire, once nothing but a poor beggar whom Li Xun found half dead in the middle of the street, brandished his sword toward his enemies and bellowed at them. "If it weren't for my friend Li Xun who saved me and gave me a cultivation technique back then, how could I have achieved what I have today? Whoever opposes Li Xun in the future will be an enemy of my empire, The Great Taixuan Empire!” Not less loud as the Emperor, a Black Dragon whose body stretched into thousands of miles, a publicly known Lord of the Forbidden Zone, let out a sky shattering roar. "Years ago, I was hunted down by my enemies to be turned into Elixir Pill, and I'm still alive right now all because of Li Xun who saved me, Here my decree you worthless maggot! From this day forward, Li Xun's friends are my friends, and Li Xun's enemies are my enemies!"

“Director Matou, the magical effects in your fantasy film looked incredibly realistic! How did you pull them off?” “They were real magic,” Shinji replied without missing a beat. “Director Matou, your historical drama was praised for its uncanny accuracy. How did you manage that?” “I had direct consultation from the people who lived in that era.” “Director, in your tokusatsu films, why does the Ultraman-like hero always use Bajiquan in combat?” “Well, that’s because the actor playing him is none other than the founder of Bajiquan himself.” “Director Matou, why do the female leads in all your films look so… similar? Especially all those Arturia actresses with the same name and face?” “That, my friend, is a long story. And it all begins with a certain mushroom-headed man—” “......” . . . . . Shinji Matou. A prodigious talent in the world of film, a renegade magi who defied the orthodoxy of the Clock Tower, and an eccentric summoner who had long since stopped pretending to get along with his own Servant. A director who blended modern cinema with ancient magecraft. A magus who saw the silver screen as a new kind of reality marble. He stood boldly before a press conference filled with journalists, film critics, and confused magi alike. “I am the greatest Master among Directors—and the greatest Director among Masters!” He declared it like a line straight out of his own movie, with all the pomp and confidence of a man who had rewritten the rules of both cinema and sorcery. The hall fell into an awkward silence. And then, in perfect unison, a thunderous cry echoed from behind the curtains— “SHUT UP AND GET LOST!” ×N A chorus of exasperated Servants, all fed up with his antics. Shinji didn’t flinch. He simply smirked, adjusted his director’s beret, and turned back to the flashing cameras. "Good! Now let’s roll the cameras! Scene one—reality itself."

Raze was born as an heir of dukedom but raised as a tool by a mother who saw him as nothing more than a weapon, he learned early that love was a weakness he was never allowed to have. Now, at seventeen, he is sent alone to a distant new world with a single mission to get close to a girl destined to become a catastrophe and bring her back before the cosmos burns. But as time passes, Raze realises that world is far more than what was promised as it holds mysteries, truths and paths far greater than his previous world. And when Raze awakens a power never meant to exist, becoming the Thirteenth Pathholder and creating an entirely new pathway to godhood, he is no longer just a pawn in someone else’s game because now the world itself is watching and so are the gods. —— Chapters Available on Royal Road Under Same Name as Well. Check Patreon For Character Art: https://www.patreon.com/c/AuthorDreamingSage

As his friend's lifeless body fell at the hands of a Seele, Itoshi could do nothing but watch-paralyzed, helpless, broken. Something in him snapped that day. From that moment on, he made a vow: He would never let anyone else suffer the same fate. No matter how far he had to go. No matter how many Seeles he had to put down. Since then, he's traveled the world with his squad, 663, "cleansing" every Seele infestation they find-efficiently, mercilessly. To most, he's a protector. A weapon of justice. But justice has a handler. Enter Miz-the calm within the carnage, or perhaps the one stoking the fire. While Itoshi burns through the world with his Blue Rage, Miz remains the quiet shadow at his side, offering a "humble" smile that hides more than it reveals. Is Miz the anchor keeping Itoshi's humanity intact, or is he merely the architect guiding a broken weapon toward a much darker purpose? Deep down, even Itoshi doesn't know if he's truly fighting for others, or just trying to fill the void that opened when he lost the only person who truly mattered. Maybe it's a mission. Maybe it's penance. Or maybe... with Miz watching every step, it's just an excuse.

In a world where summoners wield the power to call forth vampires, elves, angels, demons, and all humanoid creatures from across the realms, Nathan found himself unable to summon beings except from beasts.  However, those beasts are not ordinary beasts. They are divine beings who once stood at the same level, if not higher, than the legendary creatures the world ever knew.  Casting his gaze to the left, Nathan sees numerous summoners accompanied by the likes of demon kings, archangels, vampire progenitors, and other legendary beings. Turning to the right, a massive army of alien symbiotes is waiting to attack.  There was no fear in his eyes, because standing on his left is a majestic wolf who managed to kill a god, the legendary eight-headed serpent coils on his right, above him is the bird who is glowing like the sun, and behind him is a dragon that once gnawed the roots of the world tree.  “Let the war begin.”

Laia Hayes is just the broke orphan scholarship kid of Aetheris Academy, scraping by on night shifts and skipped meals. All she wants for her 18th realm awakening is a tiny pocket domain, a handful of casual worshippers, and just enough faith tax to cover her tuition. No power games, no fanatic batteries, just a quiet, normal life. Too bad the refugees she picked up from the Chaos Sea aren't what they seem. That ragtag bunch of runaways? They're actually the most powerful overlords of every race—dragon lords, elven archmages, demon princes, even the queen of the rakkasra swarm. They're on the run from a tyrant Greater God, and they're convinced Laia is a hidden Overgod, slumming it among mortals to hide from the world. Now Laia's accidentally built a realm where her "fake refugee believers" are building starships, forging legendary weapons, and revolutionizing industry, turning her tiny pocket realm into the most powerful domain in existence. Everyone at the academy thinks she's the strongest god in the world. And Laia? She's just trying to figure out why her refugees are paying her so much tax that she can afford a hundred new awakening crystals. Who knew the quiet life would turn her into the most powerful god alive?

Transmigrating to the primordial world, Feng Zichen was neither a primordial god nor a primordial being, but rather the weakest being in the primordial world. In this world where birth determines destiny, Feng Zichen, with the spirit of human determination to overcome fate, gradually created his own legend. The Primordial Novel or Honghuang Novels are one of the highest ceiling in the Fantasy Genre in terms of Power so if you don't Understand the Level of powers i will make a separate chapter.