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In a multiverse of infinite layers, Kael Veyris emerges as a singularity of power. He does not merely fighthe reshapes wars, redefines enemies, and rewrites the rules of life itself. As gods, titans, and cosmic entities attempt to challenge him, Kael’s reality warping abilities leave them powerless. But absolute power comes at a cost. With every law he bends and soul he claims, Kael must confront the fragility of identity, morality, and the infinite consequences of reshaping existence itself.

[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 the love he lost. Regret ate at him. If only he was strong as he was now. He was steadily approaching 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 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."

I inexplicably traveled through time and space and became Ares, the god of war in Greek mythology, but something seemed wrong with this world. "Ever since the Wandering Star Soldier shattered the original godhead, the world has been divided into several pieces..." "What is the Wandering Star Soldier? Can you please explain it more clearly?" "I have received a prophecy that in the future Zeus will be overthrown by a demigod named Kratos, and the Age of Gods will end..." ........................ This is a translation RAW 最苟战神阿瑞斯 ........................ For the advance chapter visit Patreon:- patreon.com/Stories_hub739 you can buy me a cup of cofee: https://www.paypal.me/UtkarshKumar96 Find your 5 free advanced chapters here: Omnicalctools.online

I woke up to find myself inside the body of someone named Jevan, and before I could even process that, I ended up dying in an extremely brutal way. Unfortunately, I somehow managed to return to life. Later, I discovered the existence of a kind of magical power known as an Authority. I also learned that I possess a type of Authority connected to wish fulfillment. In the end, I was forced to deal with all the problems left behind by this body’s previous owner, and unfortunately, they were anything but simple. Gangs. Secret organizations. Killers. Hideous monsters. And far too many lunatics.

When Jack Conners took a no name streamer's challenge to Speedrun the game faster than they did, the last thing he expected was to be Isekai'd to the world of Elden Ring as the Tarnished, with Queen Marika the Eternal as his System Admin to boot. Well, since he was already there; he might as well Become the Elden Lord and start Fixing the Lands Between, One Death at a Time. ... Love interests in mind are Marika, Melina and, of course, Ranni. Also yes, Marika is the System Waifu.

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!

Reincarnated As A Hydra (Book 1) The only thing the mage remembers is his death. He sees echoes of a war long lost and a fallen city vanished in the sands of time. He died but now he breathes again? He finds himself in a new form and given a new name and someone to protect. The mage turned hydra is bonded to the girl he now calls master. Bjorn lost his old life and when Freja’s life is threatened he will do everything in his power to protect her and maybe find his memories along the way. "The Chronicles of a Scalebound Sage: Reincarnated as a Hydra" follows Bjorn as he protects Freja, his new master. She is scorned, beaten and disowned from her family for being a failure in the arcane arts. The two must lean on each other for strength to survive in a world of monsters and magic. This is a LitRPG adventure where every victory is a hard fought and death is quick to claim those that lack resolve. Wandmaker (Book 2 WM) An ancient power stirs, sensing the impending return of the True Immortals. As the signs of untold destruction echo across the world, the urgent need for a new Wandmaker arises. They will be a beacon of hope in the turbulent time ahead. The veil between realms grows thin, and beings from beyond begin to awaken, their eyes fixed on the Lower Planes. Tanisha, Bjorn and Joha finally leave the Yuhia behind to travel to more peaceful lands. Their journey leads them to the floating human nation of the Force Isles. Along the way, they encounter fellow travelers and seize opportunities to trade their wares. However, the path to the Force Isles is fraught with peril. The once-safe passage has been corrupted by chaotic magic, transforming a routine voyage into a treacherous expedition. The Silence of Sól (Book 3 - 08/04/2025) The world expands beyond the Chaos Lands. The kingdoms of men, dwarves, elves, and vampires call out with promises of adventure—and conquest. Tanisha and Bjorn continue their search for Joha, though the trail has long gone cold. To find him, they must navigate unfamiliar lands and new peoples. With Aurelius as their guide and new team leader, they face the aftermath of a weakened Divide. The magic academy Lyghten Towre seeks answers, True Immortals walk the land, and entire nations prepare for war. The Chronicles of a Scalebound Sage: The Silence of Sól is the third installment in the epic saga of a reincarnated man—now in the body of a True Immortal Hydra—and his companion Tanisha, an evolved wendigo, as they journey through a world teetering on the edge of cosmic conflict. Read ahead at patreon! https://www.patreon.com/ChildofAidon **Moving forward, the new release schedule will be on Sundays, Tuesdays, and Thursdays at 4 PM Eastern Standard Time (USA, GMT-5)** We now have a Patreon at https://www.patreon.com/childofaidon Or you can Join us on Discord at https://discord.gg/T2TXBdxqFb

“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

|26X WATTPAD FEATURED| Mateo Brook, a young Pinta Park Ranger, must learn the legend of the Green Guardian to save the Paperblank Forest from a ruthless basilisk. What starts as an enjoyable mission soon becomes a matter of life or death. *** The fae are an ancient race in Pinta Country, but no fairy is as old as the Green Guardian. Sixty years ago, she trapped a little boy in time. Now, she begs for the Pebble Masters to rescue them. Eleven-year-old Evie Amanda Madison and twenty-one-year-old Mateo Brook are part of a specialized camp to train aspiring Pinta Park Rangers. Evie, who dreams of being just like her hero, Ranger Anthony, is unaware of the danger she is about to face. There is a basilisk loose in the Paperblank Forest. It's a creature of old magic that dates back to the Green Guardian herself. Together with a talking Red-Crowned Crane, John, and Pinta's young king, Benjamin, Evie and Mateo must find a way to free the time travelers if they hope to defeat the monster. Little do they know that this is all part of a prophecy-a prophecy held dearly by the people of Paperblank Village. Sixty years ago, history changed forever. A dark shadow is looming over Pinta Country, but Evie and Mateo are the only ones who can reverse the past. *** Word Count: 100,000-130,000 Main Achievements: - 2X Spotlight Story in 2022! - 3X Book of the Month! - 4X Best Main Character Award (Mateo Brook)! - Shortlisted for the 2022 Seasonal Contests!

Apostle of the Eclipse In a world ruled by gods, children are sometimes chosen at birth to become apostles — vessels of divine power meant to fight in the name of their gods. Those chosen bring pride to their families and protection to their kingdoms. Those who aren’t… simply live ordinary lives. He was ordinary. No divine symbol ever appeared on his skin. No temple bells rang for him. No priests came to his home. He was just another boy in a kingdom that valued strength above all else. But his little sister was chosen. A lesser god marked her as his apostle, and though the god was not powerful, the kingdom still celebrated her. She trained. She learned to fight. People looked at her with hope. Yet to her, he was never “ordinary.” She still laughed with him. Still dragged him outside to watch the sunrise. Still told him that even if she became strong, he would always be her big brother first. When demons invaded their land, the kingdom sent pleas for help. Other kingdoms had stronger apostles. Greater gods. But none answered. They chose not to involve themselves in a war that did not benefit them. The battlefield swallowed everything. His sister fought beyond her limits. The lesser god who had chosen her descended to aid her. Together, they stood against a demon apostle far stronger than either of them. And they lost. By the time he reached her, the sky was red with smoke and the city was falling apart. The god had vanished. His sister lay in the ruins, her power completely spent. He held her as the world around him crumbled. He did not shout at the heavens. He did not demand power. Through tears and ash, he whispered only one thing: “Please… someone save my people.” The prayer was not for himself. Not for revenge. Just for the kingdom that was disappearing before his eyes. For a long moment, nothing happened. Then the wind stopped. The fire quieted. And for the first time in a million years, the Twin Goddesses — Day and Night — descended. They had never chosen an apostle. They had only ever watched, intervening when gods lost control of their endless competition. But this time, they did more than watch. They chose the boy no one had chosen. Light and darkness intertwined, marking him with power no divine system had ever allowed before. When his eyes opened, they carried both dawn and dusk within them. The demon apostle fell. The war ended. But his sister did not return. Now bearing the blessing of both Night and Day, he does not remain in one kingdom. He wanders. He protects lands others ignore. He steps into battles the gods would rather turn into games. He does not fight to increase divine levels. He does not fight for worship. He fights because once, when the world burned, he asked for salvation instead of revenge. And the heavens finally answered. This version keeps it emotional without over-the-top dramatics.

"Welcome, mortal... do leave your sanity at the threshold." Before you lies a meticulously curated ossuary of human dread-a global registry of the things that haunt the periphery of our vision and the darkest corners of our collective subconscious. From the whispered rituals of the ancient world to the digital demons of the modern age, this Compendium serves as your guided tour through the geography of the nightmare. We spare no soul in our quest for the uncanny. Within these pages, you will encounter: The Ethereal & The Avenging: Seek the crimson reflection of Bloody Mary or the weeping specters that linger in the ruins of history. Maritime Mysteries: Walk the silent, salt-crusted decks of the SS Ourang Medan, where a crew was found frozen in a final, wordless paroxysm of absolute horror. Urban Legends & Modern Maladies: From the hooked-handed killers of lovers' lanes to the hitchhikers who vanish into the midnight mist. The Cryptid & The Corrupted: Track the clawed footprints of the Mothman, the Jersey Devil, and the insatiable hunger of the Wendigo. This archive is a living entity, and it hungers for more. I, your humble curator, have gathered much, but the darkness is vast. Have I overlooked a phantom that haunts your own doorstep? Is there a local legend from your ancestral soil that demands recognition? I implore you to leave your comments. If an urban legend has been missed or a particular monster deserves its moment in the moonlight, speak up. Your contributions are the lifeblood of this monument to the macabre. Enter freely, read by candlelight, and remember: To name the darkness is to claim power over it. But be warned... the darkness is listening.

The world ended once—quietly, in fire and forgotten gods. In the ruins of Bhūtala, three broken youths survive a battle they were never meant to win. Abhi, Aryan, and Ahaan are ordinary—wounded, defeated, and powerless—yet something ancient has begun to stir within them. Long before cities fell and skies burned, divine knowledge shaped the fate of worlds. That knowledge was buried. Sealed. Lost to time. Now, echoes of it are awakening. As remnants of advanced technology clash with forgotten myth, the three are drawn into a war that predates humanity itself—one where gods fade, civilizations collapse, and power demands a price. Guided by a shadowed mentor and hunted by forces that should not exist, they must grow stronger or be erased from history. Ancient weapons. Lost battles. Three destinies converging toward a single, inevitable truth. This is not a story of heroes born strong. It is the story of survivors who must rise—or be consumed by the aeons that came before them. Aeons Nirvana is a myth-forged science fantasy saga of progression, sacrifice, and the rebirth of legends.

After sacrificing his life to save another’s, 24-year-old Ryan Ray is pulled from his mundane world and dumped into a realm teetering on the brink of all out war. Tasked by a cryptic, divine ‘spirit’, he’s given one job: protect a fragile world from a mysterious prophecy. But thanks to the spirit’s charmingly incompetent assistant, Ryan is dropped into the wrong world, a much, much more dangerous one. Will he rise to the challenge and become the hero this planet needs? Probably not. He’s just a human after all. [This novel will be slow paced. There won’t be 24/7 action, but that doesn’t mean it won’t be interesting the whole way through] Enjoy!

On March 31st, 2026, the world changed. The sky turned gold. Gates tore open across the planet. Creatures from myth and nightmare poured into the streets. And one third of humanity awakened to systems—voices and screens that bound them to the legacies of ancient heroes, kings, gods, and monsters. Fifty-three years later, in 2076, the world has settled into something new. Civilizations are no longer defined by nations, but by power. Compacts rise and fall under the protection of Inheritors strong enough to hold territory. Gates still open. Monsters still roam. Survival has become routine. Twenty-year-old Mark Coleman arrives in the broken city of Seattle looking for work. He has no training, no guild, and no awakened legacy. All he wants is to earn enough to send money back to the family that raised him. He knows nothing about the deeper rules of the world—or about the thing sleeping inside him.

I didn't crave power, I didn't crave worship and I did not want to rule. I became a Campione as a result of me wanting a good fight.

“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.

Andrew Willson is just another normal high school student, his wish was only to be noticed, gain the spotlight, and be appreciated he wasn't, in his mind, all he wanted to be was a main character, like in novels but no, life isn't like that. During another normal day, the world enters a new age, the age of dungeons, portals, awakening and God's, "main candidate to lead earth is... Daniel Hart" And that was how Andrew Willson's dream collapsed but it was also the beginning after the end.

“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."

In a world where humans, elves, dwarfs, mages, and demons vie for dominance, kingdoms rise and fall under the shadow of a growing threat on the distant horizon. In times of dire peril, a single clan bore the Black Sigil, drawing power from the mysterious deity Infinity: a power that came at a devastating cost. Now extinct, their legacy haunts the lands, as kingdoms clash and the balance of power teeters on the edge of ruin.

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.