myth

"Joyous is the first ordeal, for the Seers will leave their debts behind. Stainless is the second ordeal, for the Believers will leave their flesh behind. Luminous is the third ordeal, for the Sayers will guide their slaves behind. Radiant is the fourth ordeal, for the Oracles will leave their mortality behind. Difficult is the fifth ordeal for the Diviner will leave their senses behind. Confronting is the sixth ordeal, for the Oracle will leave their reality behind. Limitless is the seventh ordeal, for the Ordainer will leave their morality behind. Lifwin sought companions, yet the other prophets' flames were brighter than his own. And if the flies do not come to him by themselves, the countless lamps in the darkness would begin to go off one by one... And Lifwin will certainly not die." Equinox, the story's center earned a gift from the heavens called The Dear Friend of Creation, Lifwin. But how could the heavens grant this prophet such a suspiciously pure gift right after he had just pushed people to their deaths?

If you have a golden apple, who would you give it to? At the banquet, Lorne, who was invited, saw the golden apple on the plate engraved with the words "To the Fairest," as well as the three goddesses in front of him caught in a dispute. The matter was quite troublesome and anyone would be panicked however, Not him. He smiled, picked up a knife and completed the process in three steps. The first step was to peel the skin, and he gave the peel to Aphrodite. "To be honest, you are indeed quite beautiful. As a layer of skin, it’s still passable." The second step was to cut the flesh, and he gave the flesh to Hera. "You are the queen of heaven, but everyone on Olympus, from eight hundred years old to the beasts, can cuckold you, including men, women, and even goats. Since your dignity is already lost, I’ll give you the substance." The third step was to give the remaining core to Athena. "You were supposed to be born as a male god to inherit Zeus’s throne, but because of Zeus, you lost your seed. So, I’ll give you this seed." And it was done.. Looking at Aphrodite, clenching her fists, Hera, raising her scepter, Athena, summoning her spear and shield, Lorne quickly stepped back, firmly shielding the goddess of discord, Eris, in front of him. "And you still want to be the goddess of discord? Look at me, I made them unite in an instant. Even your provocation isn’t as effective as mine." "..." Looking at the Greek gods around them sharpening their knives, Eris fell into silence. . . . There are around 700 chaps in the original and considering all extra NSFW, I'm going to write around 750 chaps or something, so enjoy.. For advanced chapters, consider joining my Patreon.. Patreon.com/abhi28

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.

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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.

Renjiro wakes up not in his apartment, but at the gates of Orario, the labyrinth city where gods walk among mortals and adventurers risk their lives in the Dungeon. Except he didn’t arrive empty-handed. Somehow, he brought with him the “Genshin System” a cheat-like power that lets him transform into Aether, summon Lumine and Paimon, and even bring to life the characters and weapons he sketches. His very first mission forces him to choose a Familia… and the only options are the villain ones: Freya. Soma. Ishtar. Hermes. Apollo. Ikelos. Ares. Every single path is a trap. Every choice could mean slavery, death, or worse. But refusal? That means immediate annihilation. Armed with nothing but wit, Genshin knowledge, and a burning will to survive, Renjiro has to gamble everything in this dangerous game between gods. Each step pulls him deeper into schemes, temptations, and rivalries far beyond what he bargained for. And when even the goddess of beauty herself takes an interest in him… he learns one thing fast: In Orario, sometimes the only way to live….is to kneel, bluff, and bite back harder than anyone expects.

" it's a story about a question and a superhero. The question being, does human needs the power or superhero, and superhero being just a normal guy, who does not know what a superhero supposed to mean, for him his powers are just that, a normal. thing, he didn't understand why they are so special." " story will progress in direction of a typical direction of any movie, the only shiny part maybe being the simplicity of it." " the hero is a pure guy, who does don't care about how other's think of him , he has only one goal trough out the story and that's he sticks to till end, believing his heroism nothing more then an accident." " the villain is also a pure guy, but ome who has seen the world and has his edges cleaned by it. you can think him as a guy who knows the answer, but did not want to admit it. he is more human then the hero, who seems little comical and too pure for the world. his only shortcoming being after getting powers he couldn't control it."

A harsh universe reduces reality to a cruel binary. Demands sides between deity against devil, light against darkness, hope against despair, and love against apathy. Tellus, the center planet of mankind in a solar system. in this sci-fi world with a system where personal growth and life are nothing more than data points and code. Suddenly wake up to a supernatural system that gives humanity the power to use magic. The veil of reality rips, and various narratives gleam like constellations. They carry the divine judgment of mankind like cruel judges and audiences. Einsamer Stern, a teen, was never meant to know what life is. Forced to survive a deadly survival game held worldwide by shadow organizations and divine beings inside a story that demands his deletion from the script of tyrannical celestial rulers. What happens when a pawn breaks the script for true sovereignty? And who are you when the light goes off? Humans cannot sit with the void, so they invent certainty to fill it, and those who don't fit the mold become the scapegoat and monster.

Since I was a kid I dream of being a swordmaster just like my hero a respectable swordmaster, my father. Fate took a turn as my dreams shattered after being identify as a "RED" known for being incapable of handling ki energy which was essential for sword training. Later I found the reason for it, I don't have a talent for the sword instead I was meant to become a mage not just any mage but an ARCHMAGE!. Can you believe that I won't accept it!

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Allen Hart was hardly a stranger to web-fiction. He knew the ins-and-outs of them. Their story beats. The way the author made the story hum. However, even he could not expect for his life to alter in the blink of an eye. On the night of his 20th birthday, just before he was about to start a new novel, he fell asleep and awoke in a world that was not his own. The very same world that had been on his screen had become his reality. In the body of the noble, Grace Walke. Now in a reality where magic, divinity, swordsmanship, governed by a system, reigned supreme and wrapped in a story he did not know, there was only one thing he knew. Create an ending of his own. Cover by: Sora Yui (On Esty) (Also Posting on Royal Road)

They called the Abyss a place where even gods disappeared. Across kingdoms and ruined lands, hunters chase whispers of an unknown existence tied to vanishings, distortions, and something darker than death itself. Meanwhile, a silent traveler walks alone through the world with no memory of who he truly is. He does not know why animals avoid him. Why the forest grows quiet around him. Why people feel something wrong before he even speaks. And he does not know the most terrifying truth of all— The being the world fears may already be walking among them. As strange forces begin noticing his existence, reality itself starts reacting in ways it cannot explain. Hunters close in. Ancient powers awaken. And somewhere beyond the edges of the known world, something waits for him to remember. But the human body he walks in is only a vessel. And if what sleeps inside it fully awakens— the world may not survive it. Nihilfire Reborn: God on a Vessel — A dark atmospheric fantasy about identity, restrained destruction, and a presence the world was never meant to contain.

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."

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.

Arthur Moreau disappeared during a live broadcast. No warning. No transition. No last words. One moment he was finishing a world event in front of fifty thousand viewers. The next, he was gone — and what arrived somewhere else was Gepetto: his character, his creation, the identity he had spent years building inside a game that no longer contained him. The world that received him has existed through dozens of eras. Civilizations rose and collapsed long before humanity had a word for either. What walks its roads now — human and elf and dragon and beast-kind and peoples whose names don't translate — are the living residue of everything that already happened here. The gods who shaped the early eras did not all survive them. The world doesn't advertise how much of it is arrangement of ruins. Elysion is a Republic in the way that a cracked foundation is still a building. Beneath the gas lamps and the elevated rails, the actual structure is simpler: those with enough weight act as though permission doesn't apply to them. The working class breathes chemical residue and calls it employment. There is no king. There are only consequences. The Church of the Solar God holds it together, which is not a metaphor. The Solar God is not a symbol. He walks. He acts. He has reasons of his own. Nine others arrived the way Gepetto arrived — carrying what they built inside the game, now operating in a world where what they touch does not reset. They are not heroes. They are ten people who understood a system well enough to reach its limits, placed inside a reality where the limits are elsewhere and the other Players have their own intentions. Gepetto does not try to fight it. He studies it. While others assert themselves through force or faith or the assumption that visibility equals strength, he builds something quieter. A structure: distributed, patient, invisible until it is not. The story that begins with one man in one city does not stay there. The skills are real now. The strings are real. And what they touch does not reset. Because the puppeteer pulls the strings. But in a world this old, someone is always watching. AUTHOR'S NOTE: House of Puppets is not a power fantasy. It's slow by design — the kind that accumulates, not the kind that stalls. The story starts small and expands aggressively. The pacing shifts across volumes. It will surprise you in directions you didn't see coming. Tonal influences: Lord of Mysteries, Reverend Insanity, the Soulsborne tradition, Dostoevsky. Not references — register. I'm a reader who started this by studying what great work does and trying to do that. The story is strange and volatile partly because of that, and I think that's also why some of it works. The ambition is real. The reading will tell you if it got there.

"This is a world-first story. The history is the story. Stay with it." The world has ended before. Not in myth. Not in metaphor. It ended completely — gods unmade reality reaching for something they were never meant to hold, and existence corrected itself the only way it knows how. It took fifty thousand years to forget. Another hundred thousand to rebuild. It is about to happen again. This is not one story. It is many — stitched together across millennia, told through the eyes of those who lived inside a world that carries its own wounds forward. A nameless being waking in a summoning circle, learning what it means to exist. A woman who hesitated when she should have fought, and traded a year of her life for knowledge that is quietly unmaking her. A girl in an apothecary being handed a promise she doesn't yet understand. They do not know each other. Not exactly. But the world remembers. It always remembers. Stay long enough and you will see how the threads connect — how every choice echoes, how every name given in love becomes a weight carried forward, how the pattern emerging beneath the history is not a mystery to be solved but a wound that never fully closed. Knowledge is the weapon. History is the scar. And somewhere in the silence between chapters — You will realize you already care.

Contractor General Services (CGS). In a hidden office between dimensions, a man with no name sits behind a rolling chair and answers calls from across the multiverse. Humans. Demons. Gods. Monsters. Beings that don't have names in any language. His name is Arlo Finagle. The Contractor. The Great Enforcer. He is responsible for writing the agreements that bind reality together. "Every problem has a solution. Every solution has a price. Welcome to CGS. Please sign on the line." —The Great Enforcer