myth

A man from modern Earth is reincarnated into baby Zeus. Arm with future knowledge of the Greek mythology even if it was little, it still covered major events in the world, he will make sure to be a better and more powerful version of the Sky Father.

It began with the sundering of Being and Abyss. The Deas and the Abyssites discorded themselves over what should be and what should not be.  Destiny, greatest of the Abyssites, compelled: "All that is shall be; all that is, is Me. I am King of Abyss. All there is, is My decree."

Once, a body alone ruled the Three Realms. No techniques. No divine arts. Only the absolute peak of Body Cultivation. They called it the Supreme Immortal Body. Then it vanished without warning, leaving the heavens confused, the worlds unsettled, and countless experts arguing over whether it had ever truly existed. It should have remained a forgotten legend. Unfortunately, it did not.

In the quiet concrete shack of a small observatory near Jamshedpur, twenty-six-year-old doctoral student Arjun Rao has spent months chasing cosmic noise that no one else cares about. His thesis stalled, his advisor vanished, and the universe reduced to static, he finds solace only in the headphones and the endless sweep of the radio dish. One ordinary night, the static answers back. A precise sequence of prime numbers emerges from the cosmic background — not random, not natural. Embedded within the signal is something deeper: an addressing structure, a label in a referencing system older than light itself. When Arjun calculates the total accumulated observer-moments since the universe first cooled enough to see itself, the numbers match exactly. The address is his. The signal identifies him not as a listener, but as an Active Variable. Observation: ongoing. What begins as a mathematical anomaly quickly unravels everything Arjun thought he knew about reality. The universe is not silent. It is not indifferent. It has been indexing every act of witnessing since the first hydrogen atom formed — every proof scribbled in margins, every late-night thought, every fleeting moment of awareness. And now it has noticed him noticing it. As the signal evolves and alternate realities bleed into his own — reflections showing equations he never wrote, moments that feel pre-filed — Arjun is forced to confront a terrifying possibility: consciousness is not a byproduct of the cosmos. It is its oldest mechanism. And some variables, once observed, can never be unfiled. Blending rigorous mathematics, ancient Indian philosophy, and quiet cosmic horror, The Night the Numbers Listened Back is a haunting exploration of what it means to be seen by a universe that has been watching itself through us all along.

Thousands of years ago, a cataclysmic explosion erupted from Earth's core, flooding the world with mana. This primal energy marks its chosen with the Weaver's brand. If it selects you, prove your worth in the Realm of Shattered Dreams—the fractured border between reality and the void. Noel hates this cursed magic world. It stole his family, turned his parents indifferent, branded him a failure, and crushed his dream of scholarly pursuit. Why unravel the universe's mysteries when everyone dismisses them as "mana"? They wield its power without questioning its origins. He craves a quiet life, free from glowing runes and blood rituals. But one storm-lashed night, the mark claws into his flesh, hurling him into the Realm of Shattered Dreams—a nightmare hellscape where buried fears congeal into twisted dream-spawns. These abominations hunt with insatiable malice, whispering his deepest shames. No spells. No mentors. No mercy. Just Noel, his wits, and the will to survive. He must scavenge shards of forgotten dreams, solve sanity-shattering riddles, and butcher horrors amid psychological terror and body horror—all while the mark devours his resolve. One misstep, and he becomes the monster. What to Expect: • Brutal litrpg survival with dream-forged progression. • Polished, complex power system with clear strength tiers. • Reluctant anti-hero forging power from despair. • High cosmology; slow-burn start. Strong female leads (and more than one). Will Noel shatter the realm... or himself?

Once, He Renxiao was a force to be reckoned with—a formidable general and the unrivaled cultivator within his sect, his strength challenged only by one: his revered Shixiong, Mo Shuyi. Ruled by duty, ambition, and unwavering loyalty, He Renxiao believed his path would end in glory. But not all stories could end in a happy way.. In an act of ultimate betrayal, Mo Shuyi mercilessly shattered He Renxiao’s cultivation core, leaving the male weak and helpless. Mo Shuyi didn’t stop with Renxiao alone, however. Their Shizun was taken captive, and He Renxiao himself became a prisoner—a mere pawn used by Mo Shuyi.. In the end, Mo Shuyi ended He Renxiao's life, but He Renxiao managed to kill him too.. But death failed to silence He Renxiao. It was funny, really. Against all odds, his spirit surged once more, this time awakening within a strange construct: the Isekai System named Yin Chen. He came back, inhabiting his younger self’s body, carrying the heavy weight of all he once lost—and the memories of betrayal that haunt his every thought. Before He Renxiao can gather his bearings, fate sweeps him up again. He is assigned on a long-term mission with his mutt Shixiong, kitty Shizun, and asshole half-brother. They are exposed to many complications and people who threaten to expose their secrets, placing their lives and honor on the line. In this crucible of trials, He Renxiao is forced to confront his past. Each encounter tests his resolve, compelling him to grow beyond the limits of his old self. With every challenge, He Renxiao sharpens his insight as he's determined to break the cycle of tragedy that consumed him. He will adapt, forge new bonds, and seize every chance to divert the disaster that awaits. Against the looming shadows of betrayal, He Renxiao is resolved to reclaim his destiny and expose those who threaten all he once cherished. This time, he refuses to fall. (THIS NOVEL IS CURRENTLY UNDER REVISION BECAUSE THE AUTHOR IS SLOW AND DECIDED LAST MINUTE THIS IS NOT THE DIRECTION HE WANTED HIS NOVEL TO GO IN)

Red was Earth’s youngest spy, trained to lie, kill, and survive impossible missions. Then he died and woke up in the body of Prince Alzein, the disgraced heir of a collapsing kingdom. Now trapped in a world drowning in war, Droulbeasts, and divine lies, Red has no choice but to play prince while hunting the truth behind the gods themselves. Armed with a cracked spear of light, a dead prince’s name, and instincts sharpened by another life, he fights to stay ahead of nobles, monsters, and a Dark Sovereign who wants to devour the world’s soul. But the deeper Red goes, the more he learns that history has been twisted, the Light was never pure, and the girl who brought him here may be the key to saving everything… or destroying it.

“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."

Li Xun, an ordinary man originated from the planet of earth find himself transmigrated into another world out of a sudden, while being transmigrated into a world of fantasy is a dream to many, Li Xun included, however, it turn out the world that he transmigrated into is a world of Cultivation, where being that can raze mountain, split the sea, and shatter the star roaming around without a care to the fate of the weak whom they kill in the millions by accident each day. The young man is already planning to write up his last will when he finds out that he doesn’t start his life in this new world from zero. Not only does he have some decent talent in cultivation and a nice family helping him back home, he also has a system transmigrated alongside him. The name of the System is The Ultimate Investment System. From then on, everything changed. "Junior brother, from the look of it, you are just one step away to breaking through the Qi Refining Realm, I happen to have a Spirit Yuan Pill here that can help you guarantee your success!" [Congratulations, Host, for your successful investment, you have gained twenty years worth of closed door cultivation QI!] "My dear friend, I heard that you have been fatally injured by your former ally and have your foundation shattered, thankfully, I have this Grand Dao Dao Golden in my hand, take this, this Pill here would be able to help you restore back your cultivation foundation!" [Congratulations, Host, for your successful investment, you have obtained an Emperor-Grade Weapon!] ........... After many years has passed since he transmigrated into this world, Li Xun, who is in need of dire help, got a lot of aid from those who he had helped in the past. Emperor of Taixuan Empire, once nothing but a poor beggar whom Li Xun found half dead in the middle of the street, brandished his sword toward his enemies and bellowed at them. "If it weren't for my friend Li Xun who saved me and gave me a cultivation technique back then, how could I have achieved what I have today? Whoever opposes Li Xun in the future will be an enemy of my empire, The Great Taixuan Empire!” Not less loud as the Emperor, a Black Dragon whose body stretched into thousands of miles, a publicly known Lord of the Forbidden Zone, let out a sky shattering roar. "Years ago, I was hunted down by my enemies to be turned into Elixir Pill, and I'm still alive right now all because of Li Xun who saved me, Here my decree you worthless maggot! From this day forward, Li Xun's friends are my friends, and Li Xun's enemies are my enemies!"

Animals that people once loved suddenly turned into magical beasts and turned the world upside down. With the mines destroyed and later occupied by magical beasts, humanity was starved of the resources needed to continue fighting them. Fortunately, beings from another world lent their power to humans in the form of avatars. Every human would awaken an avatar and use its power to grow stronger and fight against the beasts. Yet Auric found himself unable to awaken a single avatar. An avatar wasn’t supposed to leave the body of its partner, but his father’s avatar—the black dragon—mysteriously appeared before him, unraveling a series of secrets he had never known before. Did he really fail to awaken an avatar? What exactly was an avatar? Did they really come from another world?

Raze was born as an heir of dukedom but raised as a tool by a mother who saw him as nothing more than a weapon, he learned early that love was a weakness he was never allowed to have. Now, at seventeen, he is sent alone to a distant new world with a single mission to get close to a girl destined to become a catastrophe and bring her back before the cosmos burns. But as time passes, Raze realises that world is far more than what was promised as it holds mysteries, truths and paths far greater than his previous world. And when Raze awakens a power never meant to exist, becoming the Thirteenth Pathholder and creating an entirely new pathway to godhood, he is no longer just a pawn in someone else’s game because now the world itself is watching and so are the gods.

"They broke his bones. They stained his clothes with blood. But they couldn't break a soul that was never human to begin with." In the elite halls of Vidya University, Ayaan was a shadow—a "background character" with no wealth, no family, and zero Prana. To the high-born Siddha students who ruled the campus, he was nothing more than a peasant to be stepped on for sport. After a brutal betrayal leaves him dying in a rain-soaked gutter, Ayaan expects the end. Instead, he is claimed by a force far older than the city itself. Kidnapped by a feral, ancient Sage who reeks of cold fire and forgotten eons, Ayaan is dragged into the bleeding edge of the 4th Dimension. He is handed a White Book—a shifting, sentient manual that contains the forbidden geometry of the 7 Lokas. The world thinks cultivation is about gathering Qi. They are wrong. Guided by the fierce justice of Parshurama and the lethal charm of Krishna, Ayaan returns to the world that discarded him. He isn't looking for an apology, and he isn't here to play by their rules. He is a glitch in their "perfect" reality, and he’s finally learned where to cut. [Syncing Memory Fragment: The Axe of the First Brahmin...] [Status: Reality Dissection Initiated.]

Zeta Squad followed the truth as they understood it. Only one among them knew it wasn’t the whole truth... As an elite unit of the Eye, the Zeta Squad executed orders without hesitation – silencing threats, enforcing doctrine, and preserving a system built on spiritual harmony. But when a routine mission brought them face-to-face with a fugitive known only as the White Bolt, everything began to fracture. Because this man was not just running from the Eye. He knew something. Something that could unravel centuries of carefully buried history. Led by the unyielding Hugo Baylis, Zeta Squad is then forced into a world of forbidden arts, ancient relics, and truths that refuse to stay hidden. As old powers awaken and fractured ideologies collide, the line between loyalty and illusion begins to blur. Some fight to preserve order. Others seek to reclaim what was lost. But beneath every belief lies a question no one dares to answer… Was this world ever built on truth to begin with? In The Eye, power is everything. But when the illusion breaks... what remains? The Eye: Custodes Animarum – a war for the soul of mankind…

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!

Léonard Dumont, a 16-year-old French teenager and geek of the SCP Foundation's myths, one day receives a notification on his computer from the SCP Foundation Management System. His duty is to build the SCP Foundation has The Administrator of the Foundation. This story is a mix of several canons of the Foundation. Mix everything with our own real world to add a weight of realism to all this. This is my very first story, I hope you will enjoy it and I am open to all criticism and comments.

“Now and then, my path has always been forward!” - Xinyu Ma, the Merchant of Joy Xinyu Ma, a mysterious girl from the isolated Eastlands, journeys westward with a dream to free the world from heaven's lie. From Wukong to Erlang Shen, her magic draws on the power of ancient Chinese gods, yet her greatest weapon is always her ceaseless smile. Stronger than one, stronger than all, her path is the one she paves, and is one that always leads forward. But all is not as it seems. Anomalous black magic begins to infest the air. Witches and corrupt angels appear. The stench of something brewing reeks, unbeknownst to the warring lands, and mayhaps, even the heavens. Heaven's greatest prophet, Kitsune the Fox Spirit, prophesies Xinyu's death; an unnatural death that would mark the end of existence itself should she head to the Westlands. Despite these forboding omens, she presses forward into a world brimming with magic, much different from whence she came. She quickly teams up with a once hopeless peasant, a genius scientist renowned throughout the land, a legendary king, and many other larger-than-life characters to pave the path to a new world - one where humanity is free to laugh and smile eternally. "Do not give up, do not falter, not even for a moment." Full Book available on Amazon now!

I finally got this idiotic thing working. I have been trying to get the Thought Logger to work for the last two weeks.  Well, I guess that I should not waste my time anymore and just introduce myself. (I don't know how long I can keep this activated.) My name is Anthony Sevenstars, and I am a formation mage.  I know, I know. It is rare to see formation mages associated with the guard corps. We guards are supposed to be diplomats first and foremost, as quick with praise as with threats. We are supposed to be as cool as a cucumber.  It is hard to imagine me as any of those. I am the guy you meet with when you have a fort to blow up. (How I got my position as a guard is a long story in itself.) I guess I should speak about the mission. I will be honest, I have not been able to learn much about the mission. (Don't blame me. I have been busy keeping our ship flying.) All I know is that we are dealing with the Snowwind Empire. Let's just say that some things have happened in the last year, and they are on the verge of becoming our enemies. All I know is, I am supposed to maintain diplomacy with them (I should manage this.), prevent them from becoming our enemies (this is something that I am dreading.). In the process, I might get to blow up a few of our enemies. (I will do this very well indeed.) Damn it, why is th.. Connec...... Brea.. No.. note 1- my publishing schedule is going to be Monday-wednesday-friday note 2- if you like my work, you should check out my patreon. i don't have any tiers ready yet but any membership will boost my motivation to work on this. this is my patreon link - patreon.com/tengen1410 note 3- I am significantly ahead on royal road webpage. so if you like my work you can go there and check out what is going on.

In a world where summoners wield the power to call forth vampires, elves, angels, demons, and all humanoid creatures from across the realms, Nathan found himself unable to summon beings except from beasts.  However, those beasts are not ordinary beasts. They are divine beings who once stood at the same level, if not higher, than the legendary creatures the world ever knew.  Casting his gaze to the left, Nathan sees numerous summoners accompanied by the likes of demon kings, archangels, vampire progenitors, and other legendary beings. Turning to the right, a massive army of alien symbiotes is waiting to attack.  There was no fear in his eyes, because standing on his left is a majestic wolf who managed to kill a god, the legendary eight-headed serpent coils on his right, above him is the bird who is glowing like the sun, and behind him is a dragon that once gnawed the roots of the world tree.  “Let the war begin.”

Transmigrating to the primordial world, Feng Zichen was neither a primordial god nor a primordial being, but rather the weakest being in the primordial world. In this world where birth determines destiny, Feng Zichen, with the spirit of human determination to overcome fate, gradually created his own legend. The Primordial Novel or Honghuang Novels are one of the highest ceiling in the Fantasy Genre in terms of Power so if you don't Understand the Level of powers i will make a separate chapter.

Disclaimer: [Slow Burn], [Prose Heavy] Before God spoke the first word, something else was already there. Before the angels were made, before the Heavenly Host drew their first breath, before the seventy-two were bound and the wars were fought and the prayers were written -- there was something sleeping in the bedrock of the world. Something that had culled the primordial chaos down to silence, that had cleared the void so completely that when God arrived, He built His entire creation in the space it left behind. It did not know this. It was asleep. It has been asleep for longer than history has words for. Until an archaeologist with a family secret she'd rather not think about falls through the wrong floor in the Negev desert -- and something that predates the concept of morning opens its eyes. His name is Vothanael, Elkaius in some translations, and in some, He is the Primordial Extinction. He has no language, no framework, no model of what he is. He does not know that the stone wall beside his resting place holds layers of pre-language scripture, the deepest of which contains a message from God Himself -- a confession, a grief, and an instruction nobody has carried out yet. He does not know that the Heavenly Host and the Seventy-Two Demons have been at war for centuries in the world above him. He does not know that both sides are about to find out he exists. What he knows is this: there is a woman with stone dust on her hands who gave him the word for sun on the first morning, and a house that is becoming something he does not have a word for yet, and a wall full of things written for him before writing existed. He is learning the words. One by one. Carefully. *The war above him is about to become very inconsequential in the grand scheme of things*