myth

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

In the magical port city of Thalvoss, where the sea runs jade-green when ancient creatures stir in the deep and enchanted lanterns burn along salt-worn streets, seventeen-year-old Aizen wants nothing more than to sleep in, mind his grandmother's shell shop, and let the world go about its business without him. He is not a hero. He is not chosen. He is a boy who takes the long way home because he likes to look at the water. But the world, it seems, has other plans. For as long as anyone can remember, the Sword of Ryuk has existed as little more than a myth — a legend whispered in port taverns and tide-script texts, dismissed by scholars and romanticised by fools. It is said to have belonged to Ryuk himself, the ancient and terrible King of Sea Monsters, a being older than the ocean's name, whose power was so vast that even the great kings of the Age of Tides feared to face him on open water. What became of the sword when Ryuk vanished from the known world, nobody can say with certainty. Most believe it was destroyed. Most believe it never truly existed at all. Most are wrong. When a weathered traveller with thirty years of sea roads behind him sits down on a street corner in Thalvoss and speaks of the sword not as legend but as truth — hidden, waiting, and dangerous — Aizen does not mean to listen. He is only there to buy bread. Yet the name follows him home. And once a name like that takes root in a curious mind, it does not let go easily. The Sword of Ryuk is an epic fantasy novel set across a vast magical oceanic world of mythical sea creatures, ancient powers, and forgotten kingdoms. It is the story of an ordinary young man pulled into an extraordinary quest — not because fate chose him, but because curiosity is its own kind of courage. As Aizen is drawn deeper into the legend of the sword, he will discover that the myth is older and stranger than any storyteller has dared to tell, that the forces pursuing it are more powerful than he can imagine, and that the sea — the same sea he has looked at every morning of his unremarkable life — is hiding secrets that could change the world entirely. Some swords are weapons. Some are symbols. And some are keys.

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.

A directionless teenager meets a man who should not exist—a fallen priest whose name erases itself from memory. After a single conversation, reality begins to fracture. Faces blur, voices fade, and something unseen starts watching from the edges of perception. The priest warned him once: don’t look back and don’t meet their eyes. Now, with only a name he can barely remember—Wilfred. He is dragged into the world where the objects of faith live. That world twists truth, soul, and even existence for its entertainment.

Agung sedang berada di ujung tebing keputusasaan akan dunia yang hambar dan gagal. Namun, dia yang awalnya hanya guru Bimbingan Konseling biasa, terseret pada konflik kelompok-kelompok rahasia yang dapat malekukan hal-hal tidak masuk akal. memaksanya mempertanyakan ulang tentang kemampuan pikiran manusia dalam mengubah realita. Saat Agung mulai menguasai pengetahuan dan kekuatan baru, Dimas dan kelompok Anamorfis mulai mengendus aroma busuk di balik hilangnya kelompok pendaki secara misterius di Gunung Arjuno. Apa yang awalnya mereka sangka sebagai misi pencarian biasa, ternyata membawa mereka pada jejak-jejak konspirasi kuno yang melampaui logika Sebuah titik temu antara sains dan mistisme yang siap menelan mereka bulat-bulat.

[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 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."

The world flows inward. Rivers, life, and history itself are drawn toward the center—into the Central Haven, a perfect land of endless plains and quiet certainty. For thousands of years, its people have believed they are the whole world. They are wrong. Beyond the Silver Sea lies a desert that kills, a hidden land of endless slopes, and a wall of mountains no one has ever seen. And now, something has crossed into the center. As a scholar witnesses the first act of true predation in a world that has never known fear, a navigator sails toward the forbidden horizon, and a watcher at the edge of the world guards a truth no one is ready to face— The illusion of the inward world begins to break. Because once something enters the center… Nothing will ever be still again.

Step forth and dive back in time, to the depths of the desert, where the stories of old unfold before your eyes. A story of treasure hunting, betrayal, and destiny. Giants and Jinn. Magic and poisons. Curses and bloodlines. Royalty and backstabbing. Death and life. When a gruesome future is all you see, how can you change it? When you're foretold to fail, how should you move on? Zarqa, the girl who saw beyond time, sought to find answers. -------------------------- Legend says that Zarqa had sharp eyes that could look far away in the distance. But what if that wasn’t the end of it, what if her eyes were seeing far beyond not only space, but time? What if Zarqa was blessed with a prophecy, one that could save her dying village from destruction? Just as they thought they had no way to survive, Zarqa learns of a way to protect her village from demolition. Naturally, no one believed her, for no one but the Almighty could see beyond the present. They forgot the Almighty offers knowledge to those whom he deems of worth. And Zarqa was one of them. Having to trudge an arduous path and go through a great adventure, Zarqa seeks to find the solution to all of their problems, a treasure said to have the power to change all. Pitted against magical traps and the mysteries of the deserts, she finds unexpected company in Ali Baba, the poor kid with the sticky fingers, and his crow Morjana... -------------------------- This is my first original long story here and is also a WSA 2024 Entry. I ask that you give it a try and hope you enjoy it :D Also, note that English is not my first language... And it's not my second either. **Please don't let the first paragraphs fool you. This isn't a story from the first person's POV. -----------------------Media------------------------- This book has many openings and endings; check them out: [General opening of the book: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yVxnu5R3vws] [Ending: https://youtu.be/1wQ_aJVFhx0] [Baghdad Arc's opening: https://youtu.be/GwJIJ2Kn0FI] [Two Heavens Arc's opening: https://youtu.be/NO1C0ngBVjg] [Two Heavens Arc's ending: https://youtu.be/hO-XPQsCPFw] [Cursed Ring Arc's Opening: https://youtu.be/PUF4H98y2B0] [ Persia Arc's Opening: https://youtu.be/sSfG_uVSkQk] [ Persia Arc's Ending: https://youtu.be/8JfG9pvBZ60] [ Cave of Wonders Arc's Opening: https://youtu.be/clZG_WA7NiE] [Final Ending: https://youtu.be/777bC9tQr1k]

Animals that people once loved suddenly turned into magical beasts and turned the world upside down. With the mines destroyed and later occupied by magical beasts, humanity was starved of the resources needed to continue fighting them. Fortunately, beings from another world lent their power to humans in the form of avatars. Every human would awaken an avatar and use its power to grow stronger and fight against the beasts. Yet Auric found himself unable to awaken a single avatar. An avatar wasn’t supposed to leave the body of its partner, but his father’s avatar—the black dragon—mysteriously appeared before him, unraveling a series of secrets he had never known before. Did he really fail to awaken an avatar? What exactly was an avatar? Did they really come from another world?

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.

“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.

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.”

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)...

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*

The Scales of Eternity: The 76 Trials of Arthur Wu ​One Soul. 76 Trials. No Second Chances. ​When 76-year-old businessman Arthur Wu died, he expected the void. Instead, he woke up in the Afterveil, a world where your past isn't just judged—it's weaponized. To earn reincarnation, Arthur must survive one trial for every year he lived. ​The catch? The difficulty of each realm is dictated by his Karmic Ratio. A year of kindness might grant him a "Mercy Scale," while a single year of greed could pit him against a Demon God with nothing but his bare hands. ​Now, at physical age 44 and with only one life remaining, Arthur enters his 33rd Trial. Facing a legendary Earthbound Dragon that should be impossible to kill, a glitched cosmic anomaly awakens within him: The Karmic Apex System. ​In a world where "Young Sovereigns" and elite souls mock his age, Arthur is about to prove that 76 years of life experience is the ultimate cheat code. ​Reverse Aging: Win a trial, grow a year younger. ​The Multiplier: Every ten years, the terror doubles. ​The Rankings: Climb the global leaderboards and slap the faces of the "Heavenly Geniuses" who look down on a mortal relic. ​He’s not just surviving his past. He’s conquering it.

In a world divided by six powerful nations, one secret will ignite a revolution. When a mysterious woman speaks a truth long buried, the balance of the world shatters. Her revelation sparks unrest, awakening ancient rivalries and pushing the world to the brink of war. Amid the chaos, Alfred, a man burdened by his past and driven by a silent purpose, finds himself at the center of a storm that threatens everything. As alliances fracture and blood is spilled, Alfred must uncover the deeper truths hidden beneath centuries of lies. Dark, emotional, and epic, this fantasy historical tale weaves a rich tapestry of world-building, character growth, and the unrelenting cost of truth.

#Gold Tier Winner of WFP26; Setting in the fictional world of Gaia, where special individuals can awaken certain powers within their souls. They are called Arcana Masters. Some awaken beasts, some awaken weapons, while some awaken the power of plants. Some people train to become stronger so that they have the power to protect loved ones, some wish to use it for revenge, some wish to live longer, while some want to be free and use their power however they wish. Yet, there exists a clan, where the descendants only exist to grant death to others so that life and death remain balanced. Follow the journey of Azrael Garcia, the heir of the cursed clan of Death, as he forms friendships while facing betrayals, meeting love, and cutting down enemies in the process. ************** Note: Author isn't born in an English-speaking nation and has no editor either. So, please be understanding if there are any grammatical errors. ************** Author's other contracted novels: War Online, Weapon Seller in the world of magic Author's other notable works: The Last Slytherin, The Sharingan Hyuga, Prince of Kpop ************** You can also support the Author through Patreon or buy a coffee on Ko-fi.com https://www.patreon.com/snowstar https://ko-fi.com/snowstar5061

Currently in rework. Recommended, not to read.

"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.]

Before heaven, there was no heaven. Before earth, there was no earth. Before all things, there was Wuji - 無極. This is not a story. This is a record. A record of what existed before form, before name, before distinction. A record of how stillness became movement, how movement became division, and how division became the ten thousand things. Gods. Demons. Judges of hell. Kings of heaven. Creatures of mountain and sea. All are recorded here. Not as legend. Not as interpretation. But as they were written. This text gathers the oldest surviving accounts of ancient Chinese cosmology, mythology, and underworld law - and retells them in the form they were meant to be remembered: Flat. Direct. Unexplained. The way records are meant to be kept. Read it carefully. Because what is recorded here is not separate from you. All things come from Wuji. All things return to Wuji. You are included. This record continues alongside the narrative of Hell Difficulty : The Reincarnation of Yanluo Wang