myth

A man from modern Earth is reincarnated into baby Zeus. Arm with future knowledge of the Greek mythology even if it was little, it still covered major events in the world, he will make sure to be a better and more powerful version of the Sky Father.

Kamina died as he lived-screaming defiance into the face of fate. But death, it seems, wasn’t the end. Dragged from the battlefield of the Spiral King into the soul-crushing depths of the City, Kamina awakens in a world where hope is currency and mercy is a myth. The only law is profit written in blood. Districts rot from the inside, ruled by Syndicates, Wings, and the Head no one has ever seen-but everyone fears. He has no mech. No brothers. No drill. Only a sword, a shattered sky, and an unbreakable spirit. Now, in a city built to erase dreamers, Kamina dares to burn. He won’t play by the City’s rules. He won’t bend. He won’t break. And if the world wants to crush the fire out of him-He’ll light it up from the inside and make it watch.

Lucien Vale was never meant to be important. In his previous life, he was a terminally ill otaku—weak, bedridden, and living only through the fantasy novels he loved. His death was cruelly ironic: not from cancer, but from a truck accident on his way home from the hospital. When he opens his eyes again, he finds himself reincarnated inside his favorite novel. But not as the hero. Not as the demon lord. Not even as a major antagonist. He awakens as Lucien Vale, a third-rate villain—a disposable noble whose only role was to provoke the protagonist… and die in rage as a stepping stone. This time, Lucien refuses that fate. Granted a mysterious Bonding System, he gains the ability to form deep bonds with others—replicating their talents, attributes, and potential once trust is earned. Through bonds, effort, and calculated future knowledge, Lucien begins to rewrite the story itself. At the prestigious Imperial Academy, Lucien trains among nobles, commoners, and other races—elves, dragons, vampires, and dwarves—while hiding terrifying truths: Hidden attributes like Void, Space, and Divine A cursed, evolving sword that speaks to him alone A dangerous path beyond SSS Rank As monsters rise, students vanish, and demons move in the shadows, Lucien discovers that power alone is not enough. Even SSS Rank is merely a ceiling imposed by the world. Chosen by the Goddess of Sight, Lucien is shown a forbidden route—the Path of Transcend, a brutal thirteen-step journey meant to surpass mortal limits, extend lifespan, and challenge even gods. But power has a price. The Void threatens his sanity. Bloodlines clash within his body. Gods argue over his existence. And the story he once knew begins to fracture beyond recognition. Now standing between heroes, villains, demons, and gods, Lucien must decide: Will he become humanity’s strongest protector… Or the calamity that devours everything? This is the story of a forgotten villain who refuses to be a footnote, and instead walks a path even the gods fear to follow. if you are weak hearted person, then don't read after second boss death . My novel is only comedy in starting.

No one believes the city is changing. That’s what makes it dangerous. Shadows appear where fear gathers — classrooms, hallways, forgotten corners — and every time something goes wrong, Arav Malhotra is nearby. What begins as survival turns into a descent into a hidden world of fractured Gates, unnatural entities, and authorities who believe some awakenings should be contained before they spread. As control slips and memories begin to alter, Arav realizes he isn't being hunted. He is being evaluated. In Kalyuga, power does not create heroes. It reveals who decides when people stop questioning.

Is society capable of chaining the truly strongest? Or law and order fold upon their slightest whims. Folds in the Vermillion Dusk follows Krodh a teenage boy studying in a prestigious institution designated for the noble society, his mishaps with said society as he feels chained down by the constrains set upon him by them. The story contains ideas of self reflection, classism, communalism and racism.

When the world's lifespans become visible countdowns, Ethan Cross inherits the only exchange that trades in time itself. At 22, Ethan Cross is drowning in debt, his mother dying with 180 days left on her clock. Then a subway explosion changes everything. As flames consume the train, a blood-soaked pocket watch activates the Karma Scale System—and suddenly, he can see everyone's remaining lifespan floating above their heads. Three seconds. That's all he has left. But the terrorist beside him? Five minutes. Ethan Cross makes his first trade: your life for mine. The wound in his gut heals instantly. The terrorist crumbles to dust. Welcome to Pawnshop No.13, where vampires buy sunlight immunity, cultivators trade centuries for power, and gods mortgage their divinity. Ethan Cross doesn't just sell time—he rewrites fate itself. But his mother's illness isn't natural. She's marked by the Chrono Council, a higher-dimensional civilization that harvests entire worlds like cattle. To save her, Ethan Cross must do the impossible: bankrupt Hell, monopolize Heaven, and challenge the gods who treat humanity as disposable batteries. The price of eternity? Everything. In a universe where time is currency, Ethan Cross will buy, sell, and steal his way to godhood—one second at a time. Because when you can see death coming, the only question is: whose clock runs out first?

Tertha was never meant to exist. A world beyond the reach of Celestials, wrapped in chaos, carved by colossal forces. Ten continents stretch endlessly, cloaked in ancient forests, shifting labyrinths, and mountains that scratch the heavens. Yet even the mightiest races have only scratched the surface of its secrets. Eight dominant races claim the land. The wise Antropho, ever-hungry for knowledge. The Everin, guardians of the ancient wilds. The Gigant, rulers of the mountain spires. The Diablo, bringers of ruin. The Gromar, masters of craft. The Gravon, born hunters. The Furnox, wielders of ancient combat rites. And the Phantorune... whispers from the Abyss. On Tertha, strength is law. Fighters crush with raw power. Mages command the arcane. Neva Warriors burn with lethal aura. And Element Benders? They bend the world itself. Then came the ambition. The greed. The hunger for absolute dominion. From the depths of darkness, the Phantorune forged a weapon of forbidden origin— A blade that cuts not just flesh... but the soul. They call it.. The Soul Sword. ---

In the dark age of Kalyug, where righteousness is mocked and power rules over truth, a lone youth named Rudra stands against injustice with nothing but his fists and an unyielding heart. Unaware of his divine origin, Rudra lives and dies protecting dharma. Upon death, he awakens before Mahadev and Goddess Parvati, learning that he is their son—born to correct the imbalance of existence. Pleased by his selfless life, the gods grant him boons, divine knowledge, and a mysterious Dharma System that rewards righteous deeds. Reincarnated into the Dwapar Yug, Rudra is born as the Crown Prince of the ancient Shauryavansha Dynasty, during the era of the Mahabharata. Armed with future knowledge, divine blood, an overpowered system, and a playful yet firm resolve, Rudra sets out to rewrite destiny—changing tragic fates, forming legendary bonds, clashing with heroes and villains alike, and reshaping the Mahabharata itself. This time, dharma will not be passive. This time, dharma will fight back.

"If she feels pain, then I'll make sure we all do..." As a purple and pink tailed meteor enters Earth's atmosphere, it begins "snowing" all over the planet. Humans are no longer on top of the ladder. A crystal ice dragon explodes from the space rock, creating Hell. Bringing along an ambush of bloodthirsty aliens, some large enough to demolish buildings, "Leviathan" has forced humanity into various locations of hiding around the world. Within three years after the initial invasion, humans have begun to not only fight back against the aliens, but some choose to become symbiotic hosts, acquiring "magical" abilities after slaying one of the unconventional extraterrestrials. Shortly before leaving their sanctuary/apocalypse training academy, two once drifted friends, Katsu and Saku, are reunited on the same scout team. As polar opposite personalities they are chosen by the only surviving "Creator of Humanity". Both boys become 'blessed' to be hosts for their universe's contemporary forces and use those "God given abilities" to achieve their (secretly combative) goals. Accompanying them is Katsu's adopted sister, Shelly. Regarded as "The Beast of the Beasts" by her peers, she is the reincarnate of her grandmother. The greatest, most underrated female Scandinavian sword fighter to live before the 13th century. After learning of her destined lineage, and admiring the otherwise "mythical" accomplishments completed by her top tier, ass kicking Valkyrie grandma, Shelly is determined to retrieve all of the stolen blades from those who dishonorably stole them over 800 years ago. In order to do so she will have to defeat several members of a manipulative covenant of warrior witches. Each woman blessed with an undiscovered form of energy that has unknowingly coexisted with humanity. These 7 women usher in the POST-post-apocalyptic world as Mafia Bosses, Matriarch Socialist Dictators, Seafaring Conquerors, and a few just want to see this new snow covered world burn. To prove which unnaturally born creature is the Supreme Ultimate amongst them. Aliens, action, romance, betrayal of old friends, the gaining of trust from new, overpowered goofballs, magical damsel despots, righteous and nefarious humans gaining niche powers, not to mention a secretive psychopath using his God given abilities to preserve who he views as his sole purpose. In the end, will love truly conquer all, or will 'their' love conquer us all? "If you have a beloved purpose you can't live a day without, do you truly have any freedom to live? If you have complete freedom to act however, or say whatever you desire, do you truly have any purpose worth caring about to protect?" ~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~ [All character and cover art is not done by AI but by my good friend Amon-kun] ~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~ WARNING/DISCLAIMER: This series uses ætiological mythopoeism to spotlight coincidental parallels between various religious scriptures, and scientific theories but is in no way discrediting or belittling the beliefs of others whether that be Creationist or Evolutionist. The views, ideas, and conversations between characters aren't in any way meant to change anyone's beliefs. The conscious use of certain psychological elements from theistic ideology and out of context holy verses is only to support this fictional plot and it's characters. As well as aid the reader as to how one could theoreticize or philosophicize the plot. Instead of using various conflicting ideologies to shame or undermine those who believe, the intention is for deeper thinking and uniting those who believe peace and tranquility between humanity is most important above all.

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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

follows the story of 6 boys entering a new school to cultivate the magic,technologic, and beastly power with other that may make there school life more challeging

"The Sun is both a creator and a destroyer, nurturer and tyrant, order and chaos incarnate. His light gives life, but his heat burns; He’s adored and worshipped, yet too blinding to ever be truly seen. A God whose touch shall never bring warmth, only destruction. He shall never be able to be close, only able to love from afar." In this 510th Divine Game, Will Solatin finally become the Loving Sun He Wishes to be, or will He fall back into Madness and Destruction?

Ethan is a man nearing forty who has squandered his life behind a screen. Since his teenage years, he has poured everything into online games, chasing digital achievements while real life quietly passed him by. Now, with reality finally weighing on him, he realizes how empty his existence has become. Despite decades of obsession, he has only one thing to show for it: the #1 account in the world’s most popular MMORPG, Lost World Online—a fully immersive virtual game operated through neural-link technology. It is an account powerful enough to guarantee fame, sponsorships, and a second chance at life. But overnight… it vanishes. No warnings… No errors… His account simply ceases to exist. Ethan spends the entire night frantically searching for answers, contacting the developers through official forums, only to be told that nothing can be done. Without the account, even streaming or professional contracts are impossible. Exhausted and hollow, he finally gives up and falls asleep, deciding to forget his regret, half hoping everything would be a dream when he wakes up. When Ethan opens his eyes, he finds himself standing before the character creation screen of Lost World Online. It feels like a dream, yet his mind is clear, his body well responsive, not even like a game. Paying little attention, he goes ahead and creates a character and initiates the game. Then, his vision is swallowed by darkness. A violent rush of wind slams into him, and when his senses return, he is standing inside a bustling town from the game. Before he can question the missing opening cutscene—something that should always play after character creation—his attention is seized by the scene around him. The town was celebrating an Annual Festival. This was a festival that only ever occurred once, a festival that marked the first day Lost World Online was launched. Realizing the impossible, Ethan hurriedly calls up his system interface—only to find that there is no options menu, no settings, no log-out button… “This cannot be real.”

For as long as humanity has existed, it has lived beneath unseen rulers. Beyond Earth lies the Elemental Realm, an immeasurable realm governed by ancient empires, elemental bloodlines, and terrifying beings who can bend reality itself. To them humans are fragile, inferior and tolerated only because humans pose no threat. However, that balance begins to fracture when elemental blood, dormant within humanity awakens for the first time. As governments make contact and the truth is revealed to the world, Earth is pulled into a vast political web of empires, ancient clans, elemental beasts and forgotten powers. At the centre of it all are a small group of children, some stolen, some broken, some protected, each shaped by forces far older and more dangerous than they understand. Raised under opposing philosophies, these children are not heroes. They are not villains either. They are seeds. As their power grows, empires begin to watch. Gods begin to stir. Beings sealed away begin to move. This is not the age of kings, nor is this the age of the gods. This is the age where Sovereigns are born

Mainly involving around the Shainihebun, where everything is lead to betrayal and tragedy, Chiyo, a warrior that is known for her talent to create crystals out of nothing, lives a life of a prey and goes through consistent loss and self-guilt. The book is about Chiyo's self sacrifice to spread the Mythical Prisms, basically indulging deep into the origins of what went down millenias ago.

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!」

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.

Su Jie, capable of traveling between Blue Star and the Cultivation World, discovered that cultivation was just too difficult. Spirit Pills, Magic Artifacts, Pocket Worlds, and inherent comprehension—each was a mountain on the long road to immortality. Not until Su Jie found out that Demon Cultivators refined corpses by killing, extracted souls to cultivate fiends, and used fear as sustenance for their cultivation. Need souls to consecrate a Soul Summoning Banner? Get to know the pig farms that slaughter millions of pigs a year. Need human fear to cultivate fierce ghosts? Stock up on ghost houses, horror films, and horror games... Need fresh blood for Demon Techniques? Across the ocean, America is the world's largest grey market blood transfusion station... ...... Years later. "You devil, how many people have you killed? And you still have the face to call yourself a good person? Pah, today I shall act on behalf of heaven to mete out justice." The Tianyuan World's most beautiful person's eyebrows were furrowed with rage, as she stared at the terrifying Devil before her, enveloped in wronged souls, with thousands of ghosts parading on his Soul Banner, seated in a palace made of bones, she posed her soulful question. The Devil slowly stood up and pulled out a business card that read "Hua Country's Philanthropist of the Year / Founder of the World's Largest Chain of Ghost Houses / Owner of Blue Star's Largest Livestock Slaughter Business / Emerging Tycoon of the Entertainment Industry." "You see, I'm really not a devil, okay? Nowadays, who still uses such a lowly method as killing people to cultivate as a devil!"

Standing before you is the Quicklime Martial Saint, the founder of the Taiyang Fist, the Flower Folding Master of Dinghu, Half-step Master Invincible Under Heaven, the First Sword of Xuanmen, the Judicial God, and Taiyi. ... After the end of the Dharma, a time of grand corruption descends, the world devoid of spiritual essence, and the system of Dao fruits takes precedence. Embracing Dao fruits, ascending step by step, thereby possessing the power of gods and saints, transcending the ordinary to achieve holiness. 'Just like this,' Jiang Li said while summoning a dog, 'Heavenly Dog, bite him.'