myth

Reincarnating in a fantasy world is something. But what happens if you reincarnate in a body of someone with no combat power. That's what i am going through right now in the body of Oscar in Douluo Dalu continent with Sausage Martial Spirit.

A reserved and enigmatic man staying at a quiet temporary hotel finds himself unintentionally involved in a strange incident after meeting a lost child outside a restaurant. Soon, rumors of a mysterious creature abducting people begin to surface, drawing him into a situation he never intended to be part of. But this not the only story interested him. He began to solve and resurface the hidden truth behind the mysterious incidents, while being hidden in the sideline. Author side: I tried to deliver a very different story. I hope you like it. This novel is written in first person narrative style.

The denizens of every race outside the High Continent was called to compete amongst themselves in order to decide the Lord of All Races. They compete through tests and events created by the Supreme Will. The further they can go, the higher their chance of becoming the Lord of All Races. Zhou Zhou was one of the lucky ones to obtain a Legendary-tier lord talent, and with that he would compete amongst his peers and other external forces in order to become the Lord of All Races, or die trying. For easier decision making, the novel has the following: Kingdom Building 80% Overpowered Moments Ranking Competition Worthy Opponents Entertaining Fight Scene Interesting Side Characters Slice of Life... and More. Read it, you might just fall in love with it. Instagram: Akugbo_Larry Discord: https://discord.gg/SCZZHTVdbt

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.

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.

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!

【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."

[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

After the Justice League fails to prevent their world's annihilation by anti-matter, Billy Batson, the hero Shazam, makes a desperate leap and finds himself stranded in a foreign universe.

Join the story of five new gods and their creation, as they try and navigate and understand their universe while making sure their own world is safe from any outside danger. Disclaimer: If you expect things should just work out for the main characters, this isn't the novel for you. My antagonist are people with thought and their own plans, they are capable of adjusting if things don't work out their way. Have a fun time reading.

Adrian Lunar suddenly found himself thrown into the world of supernaturals when his mother was murdered and his sister abducted by a demon. Bitten by a rabid wolf on the verge of his death he was turned into the first ever werewolf. Driven by revenge, with the help of a witch whose memories were stolen by a demon. They solved the cases of the supernatural to help those harmed by them like they were while also searching for the demon who took his sister and the witch's memories.

A millennium ago , the curse began . Deception and truth became the driving force of the kingdom of Travelina . Liars slowly became demons physically and then mentally . Truth gave power in this cursed world . How would one survive in such a world ? Brian Alhemaht was born into this world . After realizing his father is under The Curse Of Deception , Brian set out to the Noble City . In order to destroy the core of the curse , the crimson eyed man moved forward with a past buried in the scars that filled his hands .

There is a world where nothing is fixed. Not the laws. Not the names. Not the boundaries between one thing and another. In this world, gravity is a suggestion. Death is a mood. The colour blue can be redefined by anyone who has the will and a sharp enough imagination. A man can die on a Thursday, and by Friday his widow can decide that "death" now means "a long walk in a garden that has no gate," and he will return to finish the soup she left on the stove. A child can decide that "school" means "a cloud that only rains on weekends," and the building will float away until Monday, carrying the teachers with it, and no one will ask questions because questions themselves can be redefined as answers that have not yet decided what they know. Everyone redefines reality as easily as breathing. The rich change themselves daily—new face, new past, new gravity. The poor cling to a handful of stable definitions just to remember who they were when they woke up. Cities rename themselves every hour by public vote. Wars are fought not with weapons but with dictionaries. The Anti-Semantic War, they say, ended when one side redefined "victory" to mean "surrender," and by the time anyone noticed, it was already history. This is not paradise. When everything can be rewritten, nothing is ever fully real. A promise made today dissolves tomorrow when "tomorrow" is redefined as "a shape that cannot fit promises." Love is exhausting because the word changes taste every afternoon. Truth is a fashion. Memory is guesswork. And somewhere beneath all this, a question sleeps that no one dares wake: If everything can be redefined, what is the definition of definition itself? Cindral had never trusted a world that could change its memories. When the past was rewritten as casually as the weather, what was a man but a rumour his own history could no longer confirm? He did not seek power. He did not want to reshape the rules. He wanted to know if there was any rule that did not answer to a vote. So when word reached him of an old vendor in the secondhand markets selling definitions too ancient to be altered, Cindral went. Not from ambition. From hunger—for something that would still be true tomorrow. The answer waits in a dusty corner of that market, where a vendor whose age shifts with the minute hand sells used definitions discarded by those who have moved on to newer models. Cindral will touch the one definition that was never meant to be touched: the definition of definition itself. That touch will reveal the thread. The thread runs through everything. It ties every word to every thing, every thing to every mind, every mind to every story, and every story to something above. Cindral will follow it upward through layers of narration that make his universe look like a footnote in a book no one remembers writing. He will climb until climbing breaks. He will define until definition breaks. He will be until being breaks. What waits at the end cannot be called a god, because gods require names, and names require someone to speak them. What waits predates the need to be named. And it is not the top. There is no top. The thread does not end; it only changes direction—cutting sideways through hierarchies, through echoes without a source, through hollows where silence is not empty but full of the absence of sound waiting to be born. This is the story of that climb. It begins in a world where anyone can rewrite the rules, and it ends where the word "rule" has never been spoken, never been needed, never been possible. Somewhere in between, a man discovers that he is a sentence inside a story inside a dream inside a definition that defines itself. The thread is already in your hand. Cindral's ascent begins now.

“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."

Everything in this world is under the power of laws. Abided by the law of Heavens and kept everything in an order. But, there are some exceptional cases where destinies are written like a vacant book. No order, no rules; everything is designed from choices we made and make. More like a chess and chess board. Here, this is the story where the destiny keep playing like a chess and the events like chess pieces and moves. The more you go, the more you be enlighten. The less you go, the less complexity will be. When story begins there will be choices and the choices are hidden but driven by the events, slowly leads to the destiny. 'Kiaria' a character who becomes route and initiator of destiny. Let us see where this destiny guides to. The story is not written in a character POV, instead in a witness style. You can feel everything happens right in front of you. Authors Note: If you like the story please support. If any suggestions are there don't forget to comment. Daily chapter release at 23:15

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.

Lucian Thornwick transmigrated to Hogwarts and became a new student. He had originally planned to study magic diligently and steadily improve his strength. Unexpectedly, he awakened a heaven-defying level of comprehension and created his own spell right from the start. In that instant, a true magical genius was born. Harry: Wasn’t I supposed to be the Chosen One? Why do I feel like Lucian Thornwick is the real savior? Hermione: I’ll give everything I have, just to be able to follow by his side! Snape: Fame doesn’t mean everything—but talent does! Dumbledore: Do not fear the darkness ahead, for behind us stands Lucian Thornwick! The Dark Lord: What Harry Potter? Lucian Thornwick is our greatest enemy! —------------------------------ Visit my Pa treon for Advance Chapters: patreon .com/DevilWarden

Though it may be a dream weathered, crumpled, and fading to dust. I held on without looking back. Through each repeated day, I ran toward tomorrow’s light. Becoming a knight, resolute and bright.