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Scholar's Mate

“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.
NovaLumin · 207.5k Views

I am the Only Son of Nyx

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! 100 Power Stones: 1 extra chapter! (Delivered every Monday) 50 Golden Tickets: 1 extra chapter! 100 Golden Tickets: 3 extra chapters! 250 Golden Tickets: 5 extra chapters! (Delivered at the start of a new month) A Castle: 1 extra chapter! A Spacecraft: 3 extra chapters! A Gachapon: 5 extra chapters! -- I do not own the cover of the book; if you made it and want to take it down, just say so, and I will immediately change it.
Mrboogey13 · 269.5k Views

Words are Debts

Words are Debts ​In a world where reality is a manuscript, power isn’t about learning spells. It’s about Syntax. ​In the Kingdom of Eins, every living being is bound by a True Name a living language fragment of the universe that dictates their fate, their magic, and their place in the story. To know your True Name is to wield the primal language of existence. ​Uzo Melbourne doesn't have one. ​He is nameless. An unauthorized draft. A walking Glitch in a perfectly formatted world. ​Hunted by the Waning King a tyrant who treats reality like a rough draft and edits his citizens into submission Uzo's very existence is a crime. Worse, his body is bleeding "Null-Ink," a destructive, redacted magic that is slowly eating him alive. ​To survive, Uzo must journey to the edges of the Kingdom to unravel the ancient myths behind the origins of language itself. But the King's forces are relentless. Uzo must face down Grand Scribes who weaponize the distance between words, and survive the Royal Archives a dumping ground guarded by "Run-On Sentences" made of stitched-together flesh, and "The Blanks," faceless assassins that steal your very definition. ​He can't just find his True Name. He’s going to have to write his own. ​Even if it means deleting the King's entire manuscript to do it. ​Expect: ​A Unique Hard-Magic System: Battles fought with grammar, syntax, resonance, and redaction. ​Eldritch Dark Fantasy: Body horror, brutal combat, and psychological stakes where losing means being edited out of existence. ​Anti-Hero Progression: A nameless outcast teaming up with a mute barbarian giant, a lazy mastermind, and a mad flesh-doctor etc to break the rules of reality.
seventhrealm001 · 32.8k Views