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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.

Heroic Songs In Chaos World Author: sampatin Genre: Fantasy, Military, Bureaucracy, Warfare, Dark Themes, Otherworldly This story draws inspiration from history, as narrated through the author's unique perspective. It blends creativity with historical elements, intertwining fact and fiction. While some aspects closely resemble real historical events, others diverge significantly. The characters, locations, relationships, and events are a fusion of reality and imagination. Some may have historical counterparts, while others are entirely fictional. Readers should not consider this novel an official historical chronicle. The world holds countless bitter sorrows But none more bitter than losing freedom. Prologue He devotes himself to love, and sacrifices for righteousness. The downfall of the nation and the people's loss of identity are obsessions for one who forgets grudges, and dedicates himself fully to the people. He dedicates his life to the nation, aspiring for his people, lives for love, and dies for righteousness. A peaceful nation and joyful people are the aspirations of one who regards the nation as everything. He charged into the flames of war like a moth drawn to fire, hazarding his life for freedom. To fight to the death for deliverance was the obligation of one who lived for his loved ones and was willing to die for his family. He repays kindness and avenges grievances. He survives because of hatred, bleeds for love, and fights to the death for vengeance. His lifelong creed is the fixation that blood debts must be repaid in blood. He exists for familial ties and endures humiliation to avenge his family. Blood dyes deep-seated hatred, and his life is devoted to a dream. It is the life of one imprisoned in a cycle of hatred, marching side by side with fixation and yearning to transform a phantasmal vision into reality. He weeps for his family and sheds blood for his loved ones. He vows to live for love and die for righteousness. Blood washes away hatred, and a life dedicated to kinship is the purpose of one who sees family as their sole existence. He is the maker of thrones, the changer of dynasties. A powerful nation, its lands whole and unbroken, its people living in peace, soldiers and subjects united, and a lineage—close-knit and united—lasting for countless generations, imperishable for eternity. Such is the perfect world for those who believe that personal power cannot compare to the prosperity of lineage. He is a pillar of the realm, erasing discord for the land’s sake, quelling internal strife, repelling foreign aggressors, and safeguarding the emperor. With a lifetime of unwavering devotion, he upholds the bond between ruler and subjects. He unites the imperial lineage with commanders and warriors, and fosters harmony between commoners and the martial force to forge an army bonded like fathers and sons. Commanding formidable legions, he vanquishes invading foes, restores the capital, and brings peace and prosperity to the people. He is the one who connects two worlds, governs the throne, and cherishes talent as if it were life itself. With diplomacy that is both firm and flexible, and rigorous yet just internal governance, he dedicates himself to strengthening familial bonds. He alleviates burdens on the populace, and unites all ranks to safeguard the nation's fate. The eternal mountains and rivers, the people living in peace and prosperity, and the succession of enlightened and virtuous rulers—these are the hopes of one who bears the weight of the kingdom upon his shoulders. The people. The crossroads. Who will endure in pursuit of their dreams until the final moment of this grand saga of farewell and demise in an age of Heroic Songs in the World of Chaos?

A Jujutsu Kaisen AU Kuzunoha: The Fourth Clan (970 years of silence, broken by one breath of fire.) The Three Great Clans? They forgot to count the Fourth. After 1,000 years of silence, the Kuzunoha Clan has returned. Born in the heat of July, Kiyomi is the manifestation of the legend : The Nine-Tailed Fox. The first Kitsune Heir in a millennium. As the balance of the Three Great Clans shatters into Four, Kiyomi must have to navigate the sorcerer's world of iron-fisted traditions and blood-soaked politics. The sister Satoru never asked for, but got anyways. ​"The Fox is awake. And she has teeth."

Rudra Rajput is a normal twenty-one-year-old college student who spends most of his time lost in fantasy novels, dreaming of a life filled with adventure and purpose. To him, magic and fantasy only exist in stories, but he hopes that one day he could also be a part of those stories. But it's not like he could be in a story if he wants to be in, so his usual normal day-to-day life continues. Home to college, College to home and with novels in his smartphone to keep him company in this boring world. But on one extraordinary day, the universe shifts. A rare celestial event causes the planets of the solar system to align, triggering a mysterious spatial collapse at the very place where Rudra is walking. In that moment, he should have died. Instead, something impossible happens. He encounters a mysterious phenomenon and is swept away by spatial collapse. But his story doesn't end there, for mysterious reasons he finds himself in front of Mahadev and asks for one thing he desires the most, an adventure... And his request is accepted because lo and behold... he has asked one God, whom even other Divines call Bhole Shankar for a reason. ..... Rudra’s journey has begun. in Chronicles of Rudra: Uncovering the Myth. Watch the world through the eyes of Rudra. ....... A.I. Generated Cover Tags: Main; #Adventure #Sliceoflife #Fantasy #Overpowered Sub; #Timetravel #Gods and Myth #Action #Buddinglove #eastern https://discord.gg/5tE4GMxxn

Ding! [Rejoice, Host! You have been chosen to wield the legacy of Mecury] Henry blinked at the golden screen that had suddenly manifested in his line of sight. “Mecury? Who the fuck is that?” But all he got in response was another prompt. [Congratulations, you have received the Celestial (God of Speed) System] Henry blinked. “Huh? What’s a celestial system.” But if only he knew, his new life was about to get a lot more complicated. …….. Hey there, don’t listen to that eccentric narrator. My life didn’t get complicated, it got a whole lot better. Let me introduce myself properly; “My name is Henry Myers, and I’m the fastest man in the universe… No, that’s not right.” I’m the fastest living creature in the entire multiverse. And it all began with an accident, one that got me reincarnated into another world. A world of infinite possibilities. A utopia of both advanced technology, magic… and gods. But in this new world, the strong preys of the weak. Literally. And unfortunately for me, I fell under the category of the latter… but not for long. With my mysterious system, my undying will, and my charming looks.. I will dominate this new world. Because I am… the God of Speed. ********* Hola! Eccentric author/narrator here. This is a remake of my original work, and I promise you it’s a whole lot better. As expected, it has the speedster and superhero vibes you love so much and a splendid mix of sci-fi and magic&myths. So if you didn’t get enough from ‘the Flash, then prepare yourself for the ultimate run. Because I plan to explore the deeper depths of speedsters in a way the writers of the Flash couldn’t. So check it out, I promise you immersive satisfaction. NGL https://discord.gg/kATuVbxaAb Join my discord server for more info on my work… or if you just wanna hangout and talk about Marvel/DC/WW3. Have a great day and thanks for checking this out. Garcias!

Your abilities are gained from the past you have lived. Young Tora is on a journey to change the current norm. will he have the power to do it or will he be consumed along the way?

Death was supposed to be the end. Instead, Aditya wakes up reborn with ancient sun-powered abilities in a world full of monsters, immortals, and gods who really wish he’d stayed dead. Everything wants to kill him — some for revenge, some for prophecy, and some just because that’s apparently how this world says hello. Each fight leaves scars. Each victory raises the stakes. And fate keeps tightening like it has a personal grudge. The good news? His power grows every time someone tries to end him. The bad news? That just attracts bigger, angrier problems. He isn’t a chosen hero. He’s a cosmic mistake learning to survive in a world that expects him to break.

In a world where the sun has become an ancient legend, and the earth is plunged into darkness filled with nightmarish creatures, survival is an everyday battle between life and death. Everyone who enters the Sacred Land on the day of their coming of age receives a single chance to obtain supernatural power. Among all possible rewards, the most desirable is considered to be a powerful ancient heritage that grants incredible physical strength, invulnerability, and other legendary abilities. Fire, on the other hand, is considered an ordinary and even mediocre power. Li Wei, who has transmigrated into this body from the Blue Star, faces a choice. When two options appear before him — the ability to control flames or the rarest “Perfect Physique” — he, without hesitation, chooses the second. At that very moment, a wave of ridicule and contempt from the entire school crashes down on him. “Choosing the most useless physique instead of fire? This guy has definitely gone crazy!” “Haha, what an idiot! Now he’s just a piece of useless meat!” “The dumbest choice in the history of mankind!” After all, in a world where the sun disappeared hundreds of years ago, the “Perfect Physique,” which was once considered the strongest, has lost all its value. Without sunlight, it has turned into a joke. Everyone is sure that Li Wei has made a fatal mistake and doomed himself to a miserable existence. However, no one knows one important secret. Li Wei did not come from this world. And his knowledge is completely different. What if the “most useless” choice actually turns out to be the strongest?

**[TRIAL INITIATION COMPLETE]** The words settled in front of him with quiet certainty. "Trial?" He stared at them, his thoughts stalling, refusing to process what he was seeing even as his eyes traced each letter. "What is this...a joke?" Someone waved at the air before them. "I didn't sign up for a movie." Subconsciously, he took a step back. "I'm not the only one seeing this." A second line followed, just beneath the first. **[Environment: Scorched Trial Grounds – Sector 7]** **[Participants: 1,000]** **[Objective: Reach the Safe Zone]** **[Time Limit: 05:00]** **[Failure Condition: Annihilation]** **[Trial in progress]**

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

Let Power Be Your Truth. Your Light. And Your Chains. That was the first law granted to the Nyxvalis clan. For thirty-eight generations it held. Through fire and blood, through empire and ruin, through centuries of war waged in the name of a bloodline that had long since ceased to be merely human. It held — and in holding, built a monolith so absolute that the world stopped asking whether it could fall. Then came the 39th Flame. Seven hundred and thirty-one entered the Chambers of Night. Forty-seven crawled back out. Not an army. Not a dynasty. An ember — dim, diminished, and already encircled by enemies who had spent years sharpening their finest wolves in anticipation of its arrival. A heresy in numbers alone. A silent warning to those still bold enough to hear it: If a monolith can tremble — so too can it fall. As the world prepares to record the embers in its annals, so must its instruments play their parts. Those duty-bound to hold the monolith in place. Those eager to test the might of a millennium of power. And the forty-seven — carrying a smiling ember within. A dark gothic world of political deceit and ancient bloodlines. Empires built on inherited violence. Power forged in law and broken in shadow. And beneath it all — the slow, certain rot of institutions that have never once been held accountable. This is the world of The Star Chronicles. A story about survival without innocence. Legacy worn like chains. And the particular kind of power that doesn't free you — it simply decides how you burn. Embers of the Calamity Volume III

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

On a far northern island between two continents, an old mage fallen from grace sets out to descend into a dungeon, where fortune, glory and death await. His goal is to find and slay a dragon and claim its smoldering soul, so he may redeem the mistake he made so many years ago. The other’s sacrifice simply cannot have been in vain. At his side he finds a warrior and a lockpick. Together they will face the dungeon’s lowest depths or die trying.

In the town of Inastro, a supernatural force is bubbling beneath the surface, leading to various incidents across town. It all comes to a head when one young student by the name of Gael Driskoll happens upon one of these supernatural forces personally, leading the young student down an ever-present rabbit hole of conspiracies.

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

Name is the Soul of a living. When the 7th Star died, fate, hope, and balance collapsed affecting the genesis of the world.The world tried to recreate itself inorder to fit in the cosmic order but ended up in adversity. Slowly, essence was fading out and it lead to potential possibilities imprinting itself in the world. These possibilities eventually became intense to the extent that even the Heavens had to be indulged in matters. It was around this tale did many strive for change for a perfect world. But was also battled by a careful dance of destiny. Defeated or Not it's uncertain. Since immemorial, ever since The Great Fall Of The Badu Dynasty, no other dynasty ever survived for more than a ceuntry. All the great proving dynasties were reduced to ashes by the Golden Fate which befell the world. 10 Great Ages of 10 Great dynasties, and yet the imbalance the world has sunk into still grows deeper. To even make Heaven roar. Ages of promising geniuses; Ages of ruined geniuses; in a world clouded by mislead and lies; when would the ruined clearly see the sky?? The question remains unanswered. From despairing to forging a path of his own, a youth hovered in a humid dark sky amidst the thick clouds that had a strong smell of blood. He adorned in a bloody canvas as he aimlessly pointed his magical sky-shattering sword horizontally to a ruined scarlet castle deeply hidden behind the density of the bloody clouds. Encircling this youth were 5 brown gems gleaming weakly. Because his entire being was heavily soaked in blood, his pupils could not be seen but if one looked closely, it could be noticed that his eyes glowed like a moon.

The fateful encounter with a truck sent video game developer Wu Xiaoming into a parallel world. He was now the son of a past action star, a child star who failed to accomplish much in his adult career, and a wanderer in the ethereal realm hidden behind the glamorous physical world. And ghost hunting had not only become his career, but also his way to live. Lucky for him, he brought the game he was developing with him - only that right now, HE was the one with the character panel, inventory systems and skills. It’s Haoliwood, the Hollywood in this world, and it’s full of ghosts, baby!

"Grant me infinite knowledge, and I shall be as a fulcrum, to move the endless world!" ... Sorcerer Continent—a world where sorcerers exist. Wielders of arcane knowledge. Masters of all elements. Sovereigns of space and time. These sorcerers governed the world with their unrivaled prowess. One day, a young man awakened into this world with his past forgotten and no place to call home. Follow along as Grimm, by relying on his luck and wit, tries to survive and advance in this unforgiving world. Entangled within the machinations of fate, political schemes, power struggles, and wars, he forges his own path and creates a place for himself.

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.