myth

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.

A saga of gods, mortals, and the war against the End. When the old gods fade and new ones fracture, darkness finds its chance. Across forgotten villages and cursed lands, fractured faiths awaken—Slavic deities, Gods, angels, saints, witches, monks and hunters—each clinging to crumbling power as the Devil moves unseen. From broken forests to holy empires, scattered souls rise to resist the coming storm. Bound by fate, divided by belief, they must decide what to protect: their gods, their people… or something greater. Because in the end, when heaven falls and hell awakens— Only the last faith will stand.

Fifteen years ago, Yume Aihara jumped off a cliff to save her baby from demons. The case was closed as suicide. The baby was never found. Detective Kelvin Lee doesn’t believe in demons. He believes in cold cases. But when a girl finds a baby in the Omi River — the same baby, who hasn’t aged a day — kelvin realizes Yume wasn’t crazy. The demons are real. They want the child back. And kelvin Lee will burn Dark Mountain to the ground to stop them.

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.

Arthur Moreau vanished during a live broadcast. No warning. No transition. No last words. One moment he was finishing a world event in front of four hundred thousand viewers. The next, he was gone entirely, 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 skills are real now. The strings are real. The puppets move, and what they touch does not reset. In a world fracturing between an empire in succession, a republic bleeding from the inside, and gods who can die and apparently do, one man with no allegiances and no name anyone knows is building something. Not an army. Not a throne. A web. Quiet. Patient. Precise. House of Puppets is a story about control, belief, and the specific cost of choosing to matter in a world that was not built for you. The puppeteer pulls the strings. But someone always holds his.

[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 forgot the love he lost. Regret ate at him. If only he was strong as he was now that he steadily approached 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 the world 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." ______________________ Ahem–! 50 powerstones = 1 extra chapters ‎100 powerstones = 2 extra chapters ‎50 Golden tickets = 5 extra chapters ‎A castle = 10 extra chapters

In a world that has forgotten its own creation, the cycle begins again. Long before memory, the universe was shaped by fragments of unimaginable power—stones that carried will, purpose, and consequence. In the modern city of Sagar, three ordinary students begin to feel the echo of those fragments awakening within them. Vaibhav, burdened by a crystal that remembers countless deaths. Shlokh, whose voice resonates with balance and authority. Shourya, who glimpses futures he pretends not to notice. As exams end and winter approaches, reality begins to fracture—memories blur, dreams bleed into waking life, and an unfamiliar presence steps closer from the shadows. This is not a story of heroes chosen by fate. It is the story of a cycle that never stopped… And of what happens when creation begins to remember itself.

Heroic Songs In Chaos World Author: sampatin Genre: Fantasy, Military, Bureaucracy, Warfare, Dark Themes, Otherworldly This story draws inspiration from history, as narrated through the author's unique perspective. It blends creativity with historical elements, intertwining fact and fiction. While some aspects closely resemble real historical events, others diverge significantly. The characters, locations, relationships, and events are a fusion of reality and imagination. Some may have historical counterparts, while others are entirely fictional. Readers should not consider this novel an official historical chronicle. The world holds countless bitter sorrows But none more bitter than losing freedom. Prologue He devotes himself to love, and sacrifices for righteousness. The downfall of the nation and the people's loss of identity are obsessions for one who forgets grudges, and dedicates himself fully to the people. He dedicates his life to the nation, aspiring for his people, lives for love, and dies for righteousness. A peaceful nation and joyful people are the aspirations of one who regards the nation as everything. He charged into the flames of war like a moth drawn to fire, hazarding his life for freedom. To fight to the death for deliverance was the obligation of one who lived for his loved ones and was willing to die for his family. He repays kindness and avenges grievances. He survives because of hatred, bleeds for love, and fights to the death for vengeance. His lifelong creed is the fixation that blood debts must be repaid in blood. He exists for familial ties and endures humiliation to avenge his family. Blood dyes deep-seated hatred, and his life is devoted to a dream. It is the life of one imprisoned in a cycle of hatred, marching side by side with fixation and yearning to transform a phantasmal vision into reality. He weeps for his family and sheds blood for his loved ones. He vows to live for love and die for righteousness. Blood washes away hatred, and a life dedicated to kinship is the purpose of one who sees family as their sole existence. He is the maker of thrones, the changer of dynasties. A powerful nation, its lands whole and unbroken, its people living in peace, soldiers and subjects united, and a lineage—close-knit and united—lasting for countless generations, imperishable for eternity. Such is the perfect world for those who believe that personal power cannot compare to the prosperity of lineage. He is a pillar of the realm, erasing discord for the land’s sake, quelling internal strife, repelling foreign aggressors, and safeguarding the emperor. With a lifetime of unwavering devotion, he upholds the bond between ruler and subjects. He unites the imperial lineage with commanders and warriors, and fosters harmony between commoners and the martial force to forge an army bonded like fathers and sons. Commanding formidable legions, he vanquishes invading foes, restores the capital, and brings peace and prosperity to the people. He is the one who connects two worlds, governs the throne, and cherishes talent as if it were life itself. With diplomacy that is both firm and flexible, and rigorous yet just internal governance, he dedicates himself to strengthening familial bonds. He alleviates burdens on the populace, and unites all ranks to safeguard the nation's fate. The eternal mountains and rivers, the people living in peace and prosperity, and the succession of enlightened and virtuous rulers—these are the hopes of one who bears the weight of the kingdom upon his shoulders. The people. The crossroads. Who will endure in pursuit of their dreams until the final moment of this grand saga of farewell and demise in an age of Heroic Songs in the World of Chaos?

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?

Name is the Soul of a living. When the 7th Star died, fate, hope, and balance collapsed affecting the genesis of the world.The world tried to recreate itself inorder to fit in the cosmic order but ended up in adversity. Slowly, essence was fading out and it lead to potential possibilities imprinting itself in the world. These possibilities eventually became intense to the extent that even the Heavens had to be indulged in matters. It was around this tale did many strive for change for a perfect world. But was also battled by a careful dance of destiny. Defeated or Not it's uncertain. Since immemorial, ever since The Great Fall Of The Badu Dynasty, no other dynasty ever survived for more than a ceuntry. All the great proving dynasties were reduced to ashes by the Golden Fate which befell the world. 10 Great Ages of 10 Great dynasties, and yet the imbalance the world has sunk into still grows deeper. To even make Heaven roar. Ages of promising geniuses; Ages of ruined geniuses; in a world clouded by mislead and lies; when would the ruined clearly see the sky?? The question remains unanswered. From despairing to forging a path of his own, a youth hovered in a humid dark sky amidst the thick clouds that had a strong smell of blood. He adorned in a bloody canvas as he aimlessly pointed his magical sky-shattering sword horizontally to a ruined scarlet castle deeply hidden behind the density of the bloody clouds. Encircling this youth were 5 brown gems gleaming weakly. Because his entire being was heavily soaked in blood, his pupils could not be seen but if one looked closely, it could be noticed that his eyes glowed like a moon.

In the celestial realms above, the proud son of the God of Lust and Love swore a heaven-defying oath, to remain a virgin for eternity, claiming that true love needs no filthy touch of carnal desire. Enraged by such arrogance, his father cast him into the ruthless wheel of reincarnation, forcing him through nine mortal lives filled with torment and tragedy.

In a world where lies and truth decide fate Brian Alhemaht was born to his pitiful father who is under The Curse Of Deception. Brian, in order to destroy the curse, begins his journey to find the core of the curse. But is it all there is to Brian's story? After all he is in a world where the liars are bound to become demonic physically and the ones who are true will be bound to have profound magic powers

It's been over 300 years since every human, witch, wizard, hag, vampire, centaur, dwarf, and every other supernatural race residing on Earth suddenly found themselves on Floor Zero of the Tower. The population now sits just under 20 million, a sharp contrast to the original 8.2 billion. As a result, anyone under the age of sixteen is required to attend the Academy of Beginnings, a place designed to prepare them for the climb and uncover the mysteries of the Tower—why the System brought them here, and what lies at its peak. But with the highest known completed Floor being Floor 34… they still have a long way to go. Determined to honor his father and mother’s deaths and become the first human to reach the top of the Tower. Deacon Surtr Hayes stands on the cusp of graduating from the Academy of Beginnings, ready to claim his Tier 1 Class and ascend the Tower with his closest friends by his side. At least, that’s what should have happened. Waking up hours before receiving his first Class and finding out that not only was his father alive, but that he wasn’t even human, derailed everything Deacon thought he knew about his future and left him with many questions, the most prevalent being, “What the hell is a Jötunn?” Schedule: 3x a week (Sun, Tues, Thurs) What to expect: [+] Weak to Strong MC [+] Multiple Weapons & Magics [+] Various Mythologies [+] Tower [+] Grimdark [+] Antihero MC [+] Jötunn

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.

This is the war between humans and the Ancient God Clan, tracing back to Ancient Times, extending into the future, spanning the river of history, and composing an epic. The Ancient Gods invade reality with a shattered world. Secrets from timeless mythologies reveal the truth. Ascenders traverse the gaps of time and space, journeying between two realms. Reality and transcendence, blade and sword, blood and fire. When the apocalypse arrives, the Ancient Gods awaken from their long slumber. The curtain rises— My father once went missing while investigating the resurrection of a certain God, and his fate remains unknown to this day. I am anxious, but not entirely distressed. Because that resurrected God— Is me.

【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 !"

His tendons severed in his hands and feet, he fused with the memories of the Great Sage Equalling Heaven, Sun Wukong, in a moment of utter despair. From then on, he defied the heavens and rose powerfully, unstoppable once he began.

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.

Love has never been about grand gestures or expensive gifts. Yet, many people still misunderstand what it truly means to love someone the right way. How to Love Her Right is not a typical love story—it is a guide to understanding the emotions, silence, and unspoken needs of the woman you love. At its heart, this book carries a simple truth: she is not complicated, she is just unheard. Written for those who love deeply but struggle to express it, this book explores the small yet powerful things that build or break a relationship. It takes you through real and relatable situations—moments where she says “I’m fine” but isn’t, where her silence hides a thousand thoughts, and where a lack of attention slowly turns into insecurity. Instead of judging these emotions, the book helps you understand them. It explains that what she often needs is not solutions or perfect words, but presence, patience, and reassurance. Love is not about saying “I care,” it is about making her feel that she matters—consistently, even on ordinary days. Through simple language and emotional depth, the book highlights the importance of communication—not just speaking, but truly listening. It shows how tone, timing, and small actions can affect her more than big promises ever could. It also brings attention to one of the biggest relationship mistakes: inconsistency. When love feels uncertain, it creates confusion, and confusion slowly breaks trust. But this book is not about blame—it is about growth. It gently guides you on how to treat her better, how to apologize sincerely, and how to create emotional safety in a relationship. It redefines “pampering” her—not as material gifts, but as thoughtful actions, attention to detail, and genuine care. A simple check-in, remembering small things, or being there when she needs you can mean more than anything expensive. The book also encourages self-awareness. It reminds you that love is not just about what you feel, but about how your actions make her feel. You may love her deeply, but if she feels confused or unimportant, then something needs to change. As the journey unfolds, the book paints a clear picture of what real love looks like. It is calm, consistent, and safe. It does not leave her questioning her worth or your intentions. Instead, it gives her peace—a feeling of being valued, respected, and understood. How to Love Her Right is more than a guide—it is a reminder that love becomes beautiful when it is honest, patient, and intentional. Because at the end of the day, she is not asking for too much— she is just asking for the kind of love she gives. And when you truly understand her, you won’t just keep her— you’ll make her feel at home.