myth

My grandfather is very eccentric, performing daily rituals of offering incense to himself, standing in front of his own spirit tablet and eating candles. Villagers are fearful of my grandfather. I am fearful of him too. Later, I discovered that what they were afraid of was not my grandfather, but me. Even grandfather is afraid of me. ... My name is Chen Shi. The Chen of honesty, the Shi of sincerity.

This is the war between humans and the Ancient God Clan, tracing back to Ancient Times, extending into the future, spanning the river of history, and composing an epic. The Ancient Gods invade reality with a shattered world. Secrets from timeless mythologies reveal the truth. Ascenders traverse the gaps of time and space, journeying between two realms. Reality and transcendence, blade and sword, blood and fire. When the apocalypse arrives, the Ancient Gods awaken from their long slumber. The curtain rises— My father once went missing while investigating the resurrection of a certain God, and his fate remains unknown to this day. I am anxious, but not entirely distressed. Because that resurrected God— Is me.

In the world of card games, myths from China will be re-established! Mythical legends of Earth will also become myths in this world! In this world of cards, with cards as the medium, the birth of myths is welcomed! What does it matter if the body is weak? What if suffering from muscle weakness? In this world without character cards, only equipped with weapon cards and skill cards, I will create a new genre! Starting with the Summoning Card: Nezha, the Third Lotus Prince! Give the world a shock from China!

That day the sun set and never rose again............... Author Spotlight: Chen Dong — WebNovel's legendary titan behind global phenomena like 'Perfect World', 'The Sacred Ruins' and'World of Longevity‘— returns with his most ambitious saga yet. Crowned among the platform's all-time greats, this master of epic worldbuilding has dominated fiction charts for many times, with multiple novels adapted into hit games. When this trailblazer drops a new book, millions brace for sleepless nights.

【Brand New Setting】【Fully Developed System】 When you awoke, you had become an official known as "Minister of Agriculture" in a fantasy game. "Dynasty's Prosperity" version: You diligently cultivated the "Seasonal Order," from "Harmonizing Winds and Rains" to "Summoning the Winds and Commanding the Rains," from "Bountiful Grain Harvests" to "All Things Flourish," commanding the seasons and quietly developing. You achieved minor successes, joined the army on expeditions, and controlled the "Four Books of Agriculture." You froze thousands of miles of great rivers to pave the way for the army. With "Miasma" you slew enemies, "Fog Shadow" obstructed tens of thousands of troops, establishing unparalleled military exploits and rising to the position of Director of Agriculture, secretly seizing the fate of the dynasty, all falling into your hands. "Spiritual Energy Resurgence" version: You nurtured "Mountain Spirits and Wild Creatures": Twin lotus make you invulnerable to both water and fire, the Seven Star Sword cools the light across Nineteen Provinces, Parasitic Species feeding on living beings, Void Species rooting in the void to absorb the Spiritual Energy of heaven and earth... You established an inner scenic area, cultivated immortal species, with "Grand Taiyi Lotus" replicating en masse! "Ancient Tree of Life" immortal and indestructible! "A true seed falls into the Dantian, can nurture spiritual sprouts for ten thousand years, one day when the cultivation is complete, my life is governed by me, not by the heavens!" "Heart fire shines like the sun, kidney water is the source, spleen stores earth, lungs refine through metal, liver sustains with qi. Using the body as the foundation, nurture original species, foster all laws, achieving the status of Shennong Dao Master !"

Chen Xi looks at the soldier who just threw a rock weighing a few hundred kilograms away and looks at the sky speechlessly. Is this really the late Eastern Han Dynasty? It doesn't make sense to see Lu Bu single-handedly cut through the ten-thousand-strong cavalry. Zhao Zilong ends up truly possessed by a dragon soul. Is he really human? Dian Wei single-handedly defends Cao Cao as they storm out of the enemy camp and slaughters a few thousand cavalry of the enemy. His combat strength is off the charts! Is there something wrong? Chen Xi touches a goose feather fan and fans it. A strong gale blows and he sighs. "This must be some mythical story, right? Even I'm not normal anymore."

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.

Vance died at a desk, a victim of chronic exhaustion and a catastrophic electrical failure. He woke up chained in a pool of black amniotic fluid, surgically grafted to the rotting underside of a dead god. He has been transmigrated into a sunless, dystopian Cathedral where reality is dictated by the Orthography—grotesque, grafted pontiffs who harvest the cosmic, paradoxical runoff of chained deities. In this world, there are no spiritual roots, no potions, and no friendly systems. Progression is achieved by swallowing "True Syllables"—parasitic, fossilized fragments of the universe’s murdered Creator. But digesting the language of the gods carries a fatal cost. To prevent Lexical Collapse and stop the runes from mutating them into screaming abominations, a practitioner must execute a Semantic Vow. They must permanently delete a fundamental human concept from their own mind. To gain power, you must systematically destroy your own humanity. When a Sequence 9 Silence Syllable falls into his feeding trough, Vance’s modern, data-driven mind activates an anomaly—a sterile, isolated mental sandbox known as the Blank Terminal. Here, he can parse the eldritch horror like raw code. To survive the instant mutation, Vance calculates the perfect conceptual sacrifice. He deletes the concept of "Respite." He will never sleep again. He will never know relief. He will exist in a state of perpetual, baseline agony. But because his mind no longer comprehends what it means to rest, the trauma can no longer break him. From the absolute bottom of a hostile ecosystem, Vance begins his climb. He will map the operational schedule of hell, reverse-engineer the language of the cosmos, and find the Original Draft to overwrite a broken universe.

"They broke his bones. They stained his clothes with blood. But they couldn't break a soul that was never human to begin with." In the elite halls of Vidya University, Ayaan was a shadow—a "background character" with no wealth, no family, and zero Prana. To the high-born Siddha students who ruled the campus, he was nothing more than a peasant to be stepped on for sport. After a brutal betrayal leaves him dying in a rain-soaked gutter, Ayaan expects the end. Instead, he is claimed by a force far older than the city itself. Kidnapped by a feral, ancient Sage who reeks of cold fire and forgotten eons, Ayaan is dragged into the bleeding edge of the 4th Dimension. He is handed a White Book—a shifting, sentient manual that contains the forbidden geometry of the 7 Lokas. The world thinks cultivation is about gathering Qi. They are wrong. Guided by the fierce justice of Parshurama and the lethal charm of Krishna, Ayaan returns to the world that discarded him. He isn't looking for an apology, and he isn't here to play by their rules. He is a glitch in their "perfect" reality, and he’s finally learned where to cut. [Syncing Memory Fragment: The Axe of the First Brahmin...] [Status: Reality Dissection Initiated.]

Nyctophobia. Intense fear of the darkness or of the Night. It was unexplainable, unfortunately, Luke had no real reason or understanding of what caused this. He was called the unluckiest man alive, but at the same time, he had the ability to conquer most of what was thrown at him. Bored of what this reality had to offer him, Luke was ecstatic to see what Gensis2076 would show him. It was a VRMMORPG created by genius scientist Kenny Smith. It was a game like no other, it was more than realistic. Luke saw this as an opportunity to escape from his rather stagnant lifestyle. Unfortunately for him, no matter where he went, along with his best friend, the only other thing that would follow him was his horrible luck. He had the ability to face off against anything, but what could he do when he was partnered with the one thing he feared the most, the Night. Current Release rate: 3 chapters a week For any [email protected] Discord- Lil Uzi Hurt#3988 Also, I'm not a professional author and don't consider myself anywhere close to one as well, as I continue to write I can assure you my quality will improve (^_^) // // // Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. The cover picture is not owned by me, email me if you want it taken down (^-^)

In a multiverse of infinite layers, Kael Veyris emerges as a singularity of power. He does not merely fighthe reshapes wars, redefines enemies, and rewrites the rules of life itself. As gods, titans, and cosmic entities attempt to challenge him, Kael’s reality warping abilities leave them powerless. But absolute power comes at a cost. With every law he bends and soul he claims, Kael must confront the fragility of identity, morality, and the infinite consequences of reshaping existence itself. wiki: the-architect-of-existence.fandom.com

The sins of man had been cleansed off the surface of the Earth, thrown into a different world to manifest into a realm of unmistakable evil, malevolence and certain death... That was what the regular humans thought. Those bestowed with the keys to enter this desecrated realm, knew there was more to it. It was a realm of countless realities, possibilities, laws and stories. And each time the bestowed, the Prophets step into this Realm, they would experience fables and transmigrate into brand new worlds, to conquer these stories, so that the bad ones don't manifest on Earth. A strange boy found no place on Earth, but was bestowed with a key to experience these countless words as a Prophet, so that he may try again to find where exactly he belonged. But that was not his only motivation for traversing this Realm of wonder and yet, extreme danger. He also does it to find a cure for his misfortune. For you see, although humans were made from clay, he was created from countless CURSES.

“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.

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)...

A hundred years ago, the Star Lord defeated the Evil King atop the Heaven-Reaching Tower, ending a catastrophe that nearly destroyed the world. Peace followed. But peace never lasts. When the sacred tree of the Giantwood Kingdom is attacked and its ancient essence stolen, the balance of the five great kingdoms begins to collapse. Hidden powers awaken, forgotten bloodlines stir, and the boundary between gods and mortals trembles once again. Amid the chaos rises a young cultivator whose destiny is tied to the mysterious power known as Lin. As conspiracies unfold and ancient enemies return, he must walk a path of cultivation, battle, and fate— To challenge kings, defy gods, and reshape the destiny of the world. Because when Lin moves… the world trembles. Tags Action • Fantasy • Cultivation • Martial Arts • Adventure • Eastern Fantasy

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.

The Trials have ended after [Trial 1263] and celebrations are rampant across the world of Draknir. With one of the two moons restored, people have put their fates and hopes in the statue of the person who had allowed this to happen, Zephyr Mor, the Coalescer of Elysium. The transcendent one who sacrificed his life to bring about natural order without the System's interference.  Yet in the throes of the Celestium, Draknir's main prison, lay a man curled up in the midst of timeless suffering in solitude. Zephyr can see what's happening outside, yet he can't interact, and neither can he call for help. He can only hope that his companions can collect the last piece that can truly end the System. Thus, when he's offered a contract by one of the Arbiters to rid him of his solitude and go back in time to correct any past mistakes. Who is he to turn it down? The catch? He can't choose at which point he goes back in time or how many times. Alternatively: To escape eternal solitude, Zephyr selfishly takes a contract, yet the contract's terms don't quite entail what he had desired and unveil a grave of lies that built the world of Draknir.

The moon is long gone, so when night falls, an eerie darkness covers the night summoning with it dreadful beings out of thin air. Humanity has long given up and chosen to be passive in the face of these horrors, after all they stand no chance. Backster is a human who is caught... no, he puts himself in it... not intending to die, but knowing full well he will not survive. Encased in armor and a sword in hand, after an eventful night, he becomes the scorn of existence. After being reborn in the same world, this time everything has changed, skills, powers, souls, and monsters roam the planet. Humanity may no be longer weak, but things have not changed much. 'Knowledge is power' - and the Knight has none, join it on an adventure wrought with peril and danger, as the worlds watch in terror. The most appalling soul has been made, an existence that was never meant to be, and the best way to describe this singularity is vile... the Vile Knight.

In a twisted world of hidden myth and folk, where humans have long since forgotten about gods and monster, a young boy attends an academy designed for half-blooded demi-humans. His first day quickly snowballs into chaos quickly when all doesn't appear as it seems, who is this mysterious boy? What are his motives? And why does trouble follow wherever he goes?

In a world governed by ancient forces, existence itself is shaped by Embodiments—beings that represent the fundamental truths of reality: wind, water, light,storm...... and cloud. For centuries, these powers have quietly influenced the fate of nations and clans, guiding the balance of the world. Kaito Kaze was born into the prestigious Wind Clan, living a peaceful life surrounded by family, laughter, and dreams. But destiny had already chosen him. Within him lies a power unlike any other. Not only is he the Embodiment of Wind, he is also the vessel of something far greater— The Guardian of Freedom. A force older than kingdoms. A power that refuses to be chained. But freedom has a price. As the world begins to shift and ancient powers awaken, Kaito’s peaceful life begins to crumble. War, betrayal, and loss tear away everything he once held dear. The people he loved most disappear one by one, leaving him alone in a world that fears the very power he carries. Yet the wind does not stop moving. And neither can he. Burdened by grief but driven by purpose, Kaito must rise above despair and walk a path few could endure. A path where gods, embodiments, and monsters clash for control of existence itself. Because freedom is not simply given. It must be fought for. And sometimes… The one who carries freedom must walk alone.