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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 most feared Marionettist ever built in a game where power was the only language that mattered. The world that caught him is not new to collapse. Gods have existed here, and some of them have died. What stands now is only the latest arrangement of a cycle that never needed him. Elysion is a Republic in the way that a cracked foundation is still a building. The institutions function. The titles exist. But beneath the gas lamps and the steam columns and the elevated rails connecting district to district, the actual structure is simpler: those with enough power do what they want, and everyone else absorbs the cost. The working class breathes chemical residue and calls it employment. The middle class negotiates in a market that has stopped rewarding negotiation, trains for credentials that no longer open doors, and moves forward because stopping is worse. There is no king here. There are only people with enough accumulated weight to act as though the question of permission does not apply to them. The Church of the Solar God holds the whole thing together, which is not a metaphor. A population that does not share language, origin, or history requires something to organize around, and the Church understood this long before anyone thought to ask. The Solar God is not a symbol. He walks. He acts. He has reasons of his own. And now, Players have begun to appear. Not as heroes. Not as chosen figures. As variables carrying power without understanding the system they have entered. The world does not pause for them. It absorbs them, bends around them, and continues. Gepetto does not try to fight it. He studies it. While others assert themselves through force, faith, or the assumption that visibility equals strength, he builds something quieter. Not an army. Not a faction. A structure: distributed, patient, invisible until it is not. A web that does not need to be seen to function. The skills are real now. The strings are real. And what they touch does not reset. House of Puppets is a story about control, belief, and the cost of acting in a world indifferent to your intentions. It follows a man who does not seek to win, but to understand the rules well enough that losing becomes unlikely. Because the puppeteer pulls the strings. But in a world this old, someone is always watching. A word from the author: House of Puppets is built closer to a novel than a webnovel: each chapter accumulates, each arc tightens, and the end of every Volume is the destination of everything that came before it. The structure rewards patience. Tension builds and does not release until it is meant to. The ambition is simple to say and hard to earn: one day, a place among the works that defined what this genre can be. Lord of Mysteries, Reverend Insanity, ORV, Shadow Slave. I cannot promise we get there. I can promise I will give everything trying.

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.

(Chapters 1 to 40 are being edited right now) (Note: Reading Prologue is not necessary, hence why it's an Auxiliary Chapter) The Path to Immortality is elusive, and everyone wants to achieve it even if there's only a glimmer of hope. Tian Yongheng is a person who regained his past life memories after his family was brutally slaughtered. His extreme fear of death and desire to be undying have forced him to step onto this dangerous path of Immortal Cultivation. He is not a Chosen One who is the favored son of heavens, nor is he the reincarnation of a Immortal Emperor. Armed with a unique system of unknown origins and his obsession with immortality, he sets forth to carve a way of his own in this world where fate toys with one's very existence itself and cosmic horror-like beings devour universes for fun. However, can he really touch the illusory, eternal, and ethereal Immortal Dao that is everlasting and everchanging? Will he ever be able to reach the end of this grand path to eternity, establishing himself as a myth and beyond? or will he also drown in the long river of history just like many others? ------- The background settings and world building of this story are greatly inspired by Top Tier Providence, Secretly Cultivate for a Thousand Years. the main characters are also pretty similar, so if you like stories where the MC is a hidden powerhouse who, despite being hidden, is still known across the world, then you can give it a try. Please be patient while reading, as this is my first time writing a novel and don't hesitate to point out any mistakes I do in the comments. Also, I'm not a native of China, so there are probably going to be a lot of mistakes in names and history and stuff, please bear with it. Note: English is not my first language and the cover image is not mine. At the end of every week, Saturday/Sunday depending on the time zone, there will be a mass release of 5 chapters, 1 extra chapter will be added to the mass release per 100 Power Stones or 5 Golden Tickets.

In the grim darkness of the 41st millennium, humanity stands upon the precipice of annihilation, its fate dangling by a frayed thread amidst the endless storm of war. Across the stars, the Warp boils with madness as the Dark Gods weave their eternal conspiracy, whispering blasphemies that twist reality and chain the future to their will. Yet, from beyond the veil of certainty, a figure emerges, an anomaly, a scourge upon the predestined path. The Doom Slayer! Herald of ruin, breaker of chains, scourge of demon and tyrant alike! May your blade feast upon the lifeblood of the damned. May your wrath echo through the galaxies, and may your name be etched in fire upon the bones of eternity. KAR EN TUK! Warhammer 40,000: Doom 战锤40K：毁灭战士

“Son, never sleep with a married woman.” That was my father’s final advice, right after being stabbed by a jealous husband of a married woman he slept with. I took his words to heart but fate was a bitch and I got bombed by a stupid fucker who thought I slept with his wife. Now, I’ve transmigrated into a flop fantasy novel my best friend wrote, the same one which I “improved” by butchering it into a game as a background character. Rael Von Ashborn. An Extra who was going to die in a few days because he somehow kissed the Duchess of the Empire. Now, I got two options: Unlock a powerful class... Or die at the hands of a psychopathic duke with a god-tier skill set. But naturally, fate decided to screw me over again. [YOU HAVE AWAKENED: JESTER CLASS] A joke of a class. Oh and did I mention my maid’s a gorilla? Right. Welcome to my hell. Or as the sadistic author of this world called it... “Nytharrea.” (No NTR btw.) __________________ [Previous Title: Extra’s Supremacy: Rise of Forgotten Background Character] [Discord Server] - discord.gg/zCxTnRTp44

What if GT Goku was reborn in the Z timeline... and casually revealed Super Saiyan to Vegeta on Day 1? "Krillin... you're my best friend." Goku's seen Krillin die. Yamcha die. Piccolo die. He's watched Earth burn and his granddaughter grow up fighting monsters he created by overusing the Dragon Balls. Then he sacrificed everything to stop the Shadow Dragons and died for good. Except he didn't. He woke up on Snake Way in Age 762. One year before Vegeta arrives. Thirty years before everything goes to hell. This time's different. He's not letting anyone die. Gohan gets to be a scholar. Vegeta's getting his pride shattered early. And those Dragon Balls? He's leaving them alone. Problem is, this isn't his timeline. Old Kai tells him about Beerus—a God of Destruction who makes the Shadow Dragons look like jokes. He'll wake up in 20 years. Goku needs his tail back. He needs Super Saiyan 4. He needs to become stronger than gods. P.S: Goku is not the only reincarnator in the series! For Advance 50 Chapters head to my Patreon! pat reon.com/AlphaSenatus This is a translation project. I do not own anything! Raws: 龙珠：超六悟空

In the year 2025, a curious linguist named Liam Routh discovers an ancient, untitled book hidden deep within the archives of a massive private library. Bound in leather and sealed with a forgotten symbol—a sun pierced by three arrows—the book claims to hold the true story of Kael of No-Name, a boy erased from his powerful family line over four thousand years ago. As Liam begins to read, the air shifts. The ink glows. And suddenly, he’s not just reading the story—he’s living it. Transported to a time of ruthless warlords, forgotten gods, and wild desert lands, Liam follows the audacious journey of Kael: a castaway prince turned rebel dreamer who escapes his tyrannical bloodline to forge a kingdom of laughter, love, and freedom in a land untouched by empire. With a band of misfits by his side—including a drunk who thinks he’s royalty, a seductive thief, and a spear-wielding queen—Kael dares to challenge fate, conquer chaos, and rewrite history. But kingdoms built on ideals are often the first to be tested by war.

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.

The era of Universal Lordship has come to this world, bringing many opportunities and challenges for humans. At the age of eighteen, each person can acquire territory and participate in the Lord's continent, which will determine whether they can move into a vast world or die in mediocrity. Thousands of years after the start of this era Neo looked up at the sky waiting for his opportunity, the opportunity to change his life and move toward a grander goal. All lords choose an easy route and select a race that already exists but he wished to go against the current, so even if it was looked down upon he created his own race bravely and swore to fight tooth and nail for success. This is the story of his journey as he walks step by step toward a grander future.

In the far away continent of kalinor, a place far too far to be recorded on any known map, the thousand years war between the kingdoms of Mercia and Fridonia came to an abrupt standstill when king Raymond draklyn of Mercia was poisoned to death.This has made the once powerful kingdom to crumble apart as every one of his seven children and countless other clever and ambitious lords, ladies and neighbors are now staking their claims to his empty throne through alliances, betrayals, assassinations and war. However unknown to the warring parties while they are focused on devouring each other, a great and powerful evil that is long forgotten by the people and relegated to myth has decided that the time is right to take advantage of the chaos and lay certain claims of its own. In order to prevent this and end the situation in general, the great goddess of order Diana is forced to play her trump card.... by summoning a select group of players from earth to inhabit the bodies of demons in that world. Now it is entirely up to the clueless and unwilling young men and women to curb the ambition of greedy powerful men, end a thousand years old war that shows no signs of relenting and battle an ancient and ferocious evil that seeks to destroy that world and theirs. The question is will they be able to succeed? Or will they succumb to the eternal demonic corruption that is clawing it's way straight for their souls? Find out EXCREPT In a dim launch chamber lined with inactive VR pods, You stands in a sleek black immersion suit with copper neural bands at you temples, while Adrian Stormfort, severe in his long gray coat and gloves, watches the Kalinor startup sigils flicker across a glass console. The room still hums with the promise of adventure, but your clenched jaw says that promise has already curdled into something far darker. You: You know when I agreed to play this game I thought it would give me peace of mind. How is it that I now wake up trapped between rival gods and their endless machinations, dragons that kill from thirty miles away, and a thousand years old demon chewing through half of my soul?" Adrian Stormfort: "Stop talking like a customer who wants a refund and start thinking like a survivor, Rena." You: " Survival? I bought a game, Adrian, not a death sentence." Adrian Stormfort: "Kalinor does not care what you bought; it only cares whether you are strong enough to endure what it is." You slammed your palm against the console, making the map of Kalinor flare from the western hills to the northern mines. Adrian does not flinch as he steps closer and deactivates the emergency disconnect with a deliberate turn of a brass key. The console projects a fractured crown over the map as claimant banners ignite one by one, and the chamber’s light paints Your face in war-colors while Adrian’s stern expression never softens beneath his silver-streaked hair. The truth settles between them: the dead king’s crisis was never just game lore, but a seal keeping older evils asleep. You : "So the throne war is a distraction, and while humans, dwarves, elves, and dragons tear each other apart, something ancient is waiting for the kingdom to bleed open." Adrian Stormfort: "Not waiting—waking. Our souls were marked for a reason Rena. I believe Diana chose us to stand where she has failed." You: "She could have told us that before we were drowning in this shit." Adrian face quickly stiffened Adrian Stormfort: "You want the truth so badly; here it is—if you cannot master the gods, the demon, and the war, then Kalinor will swallow you up and spit you out. This world gives no quarter to weaklings my dear and if you cannot survive, then please Die and get out of the way of those who can." You steady her breathing, then reach past Adrian and reactivates the world gate yourself, with your confident stare hardening into resolve. Adrian gives the smallest nod, accepting your choice as the portal opens and pulls you both back toward Ka

The white lotus, a legendary artifact rumored to contain the very secrets of the soul, granted unimaginable power to its wielder. Countless Magi from across the universe waged an epic battle for it. But when the dust settled, the lotus vanished, awaiting to be inherited by the destined one. Adam dreamed of escaping poverty, yearning for a life of riches and comfort. Yet, in a world ruled by arcane spellcasters, achieving such a dream meant becoming one himself. But learning magic was a costly pursuit, one that required talent and resources he did not possess. Until one day, everything changed when he stumbled upon a mysterious white lotus... *** Discord: discord.gg/w4vACWwfSv Ko-fi: ko-fi.com/esenel

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.

Currently in rework. Recommended, not to read.

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.

Legend has it, he is the hero Griffith, who, with a single recitation of his Noble Phantasm, made all the Greek heroes chant poems of chuunibyou style during their ultimate moves. Legend has it that he is a hero created from a lie, a descendant of the heroes aboard the Argo, and the descendant of Kratos, the dragon slayer hero. Legend has it he is the hero who peeled off the armour of the gods from the flesh and blood of his body, making even the sun god impressed with his dedication. Some say that the goddess of beauty, the goddess of wisdom, the goddess of discord, and even the pure goddess of the moon and the queen of the underworld were all madly in love with him and fought fiercely over him. He is the Adonis of spring, adorning the pure hearts of goddesses with floral crowns, a rainbow-coloured figure in the eyes of countless unrequited lovers, both human and divine. Apollo wept daily in white learning, saying: "It was me first." Poseidon looked at Athena's kiss with jealous envy, splitting apart with rage: "How am I supposed to feel seeing the ones I once desired and those I now desire together?" The three Celtic goddesses, unable to obtain him, sought to destroy him. The earth mother goddess Nephthys personally crowned him as the hero of the storm, giving him the name of Set, the god of destruction in the desert, viewing him as her eternal lover. And it all starts with a war, with the hero chanting: "The awe of the king is displayed at this moment. Witness the power that shakes the heavens and the earth!" ___________________ This is a Translation.. So, you can credit the original 'Author: Merlin You Have No Feelings' ...he has written a good fanfic. I'm merely translating ... if the original author wants me to remove their work, just leave a comment below msg me at.. https://www.scribblehub.com/profile/114611/abhii28/ ______ I've used chatgpt for translation with some adjustments so, only read if you can handle the words. The updates will be fast as I've got about 100 chapters in stock. (Ancient Greece–Rome–Greece..) The Story starts in Rome and then simulates to the Ancient Greece(Trojan War)...

In the spring of year 6823 of the New Calendar, Lu Xuan, an unregistered resident of the Federation, hid outside a high school classroom and secretly learned a Cultivation Skill, embarking on the path of Cultivation. On the same day, he returned home and had a dream, just as he always did. In the dream, he was in the Guardian Storage Room during the Spring and Autumn Period in Chinese history（770-481 BCE）, and the current Keeper of the Records was named Li Er, also known as Laozi. Later, Lu Xuan dreamed that he became the succeeding Keeper of the Records, became Confucius's second teacher, became the senior brother of Zhang Daoling, the Ancestral Celestial Master, and became the honorary father of the First Emperor... Even later, someone unearthed a roll of bamboo slips from the ground, on which an event was recorded. [The eighteenth Keeper of the Records, Lu Xuan, his Sword Qi like a waterfall, assassinated Duke Huan of Qi in his bedchamber]

Upon waking up, Lu Yuan discovered that he had been reborn ten years into the past. Consequently, Lu Yuan sold off all the assets left by his parents, gaining the reputation as the most prodigal second-generation rich kid in the financial world. Little did anyone know that the “rip-offs” he bought would evolve into supreme Dao Artifacts three months later.

"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.