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"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.

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.

Wei Yuan originally had no grand aspirations, but in the torrents of the times, he had no choice but to embark on the path of conquering the four corners and expanding territories, treading through mountain passes without ever growing old. Irreverent Introduction One: Even Immortals fear industrialization! This is a story about an industrial revolution in a fantasy world.

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.

The ancient Buddha's head was stolen by a monster with a human body and a sheep's head. The Ghost buried an eye in the Buddha's temple, and from then on, the world's fire was extinguished, and darkness engulfed the continent. To combat the Ghost' invasion, the gods of day and night were born between heaven and earth. This is a narrative passed down for generations by storytellers. What was the true nature of the ancient Buddha, the Ghost, and the wandering gods of day and night on the once great continent? Perhaps, traces can be found in a troupe named 'Zhou Family Troupe.' The Zhou Family Troupe, is a troupe that performs operas specifically for the dead...

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. wiki: the-architect-of-existence.fandom.com

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.

Though it may be a dream weathered, crumpled, and fading to dust. I held on without looking back. Through each repeated day, I ran toward tomorrow’s light. Becoming a knight, resolute and bright.

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.

Mainly involving around the Shainihebun, where everything is lead to betrayal and tragedy, Chiyo, a warrior that is known for her talent to create crystals out of nothing, lives a life of a prey and goes through consistent loss and self-guilt. The book is about Chiyo's self sacrifice to spread the Mythical Prisms, basically indulging deep into the origins of what went down millenias ago.

I wanted nothing more than an ordinary life—free from crushing debt and the endless corporate grind. Instead, I died. And when I opened my eyes, I was in ancient Rome. My father? Gaius Julius Caesar—the man destined to rule, or ruin, the Republic. But history is written in blood. If I do nothing, my new family will be swept away by the coming political firestorm. Power is survival in Rome, and I intend to survive. Armed with modern knowledge, I will reshape the Roman Republic—through banking, insurance, industry, and new political strategies. Rome will never be the same. ============================================== What to Expect: - A grounded story set in the Roman Republic (BCE) - Technological innovation, business, military campaigns, Senate politics, and diplomacy - Based on real history—its religions, places, and historical figures - Smart MC using future knowledge to solve problems - 5 chapters a week, M-F - 15+ chapters ahead on patreon (https://www.patreon.com/cw/MinchoNyangi) ============================================== MinchoNyangi here!  This is the official English edition of [카이사르의 아들이 되었다]. This story was a hit in Korea with over 2 million views(Naver Series), and I have personally revised and expanded this definitive edition specifically for English readers. You won't find this version anywhere else—not even in Korea. Note: This is the only official translation provided by the author. Any versions found on other sites except Royal Road, Webnovel are pirated copies. If you enjoy the story, please support the author by reading the official release here. Thank you

Humanity has entered an almost entirely digital age. After the turn of the 22nd century, games and entertainment have become something ordinary people may live on. The year is 2143, and a new VR game has entered the market. Not one that stands out in every conceivable way. Not one that breaks and reinvents the wheel of modern VRMMORPGS. What makes Aeternitatem Genesis unique is its gameplay. Most modern fantasy games circle around classes. But what makes a player stand out is their choices. The decisions and outcomes of a quest. This is what's in store for Aeternitatem Genesis. The achievements they garner in their time. A class and the grade it carries hold little weight, not the end all, and be all of a player's existence. Reputation with the inhabitants of Aeternitatem Genesis is integral to the progress and standing in one's time. It allows ordinary players. Ordinary people. Not the rich with unlimited resources and time. To become someone special in Aeternitatem Genesis. The story of such a person begins on the day of it's release.

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After falling sick and heading home from school, Salem wakes to find himself in a field of fire and three giant figures. Salem finds out that a giant fight will break out in the future, with the third thing being dangerous. Salem is granted with the power of flame, and the ability to control those flames freely...

The life of an ordinary man transforms into a legend in another world a world filled with struggles for survival, where only the strongest live and their existence continues. The hero takes us on a journey to another fantastical world, one where we find strange creatures and events that are closer to fantasy than reality. The legend of Zeus returns once again, bringing with it many challenges for him and his descendants. Will he succeed in enduring them? This is what we will discover through the events of this novel.

[Slow Burn] [Industrial Fantasy] [Conspiracy] [Manipulation] [From my RR] Following the eyes of Aim Reed, a field residency officer in last standing nation Orenthel. Beyond the great wall of orenthel laid a deadland, dangerous animal, remnant of destroyed city and waves of refugee queueing by the gate every single day and undercurrent in the city were problematic too but everything seem to be under control by "The State & The Crown" with direction from the Goddess/Her majesty who have maintain safety and survivalness of nation up until now. Until one day a pale hair man arrived at the southern gate, at refugee registeration point Aim were working at alone. And this man stirred thing in Aim's(not in a yaoi way) and it will motivate him through out series. #NOTE : Some of arc 2 chapter are straight skipable(i'm learning by doing lol) but later arc was kind of ok to good so, yeah yk yk.

In a twisted world of hidden myth and folk, where humans have long since forgotten about gods and monster, a young boy attends an academy designed for half-blooded demi-humans. His first day quickly snowballs into chaos quickly when all doesn't appear as it seems, who is this mysterious boy? What are his motives? And why does trouble follow wherever he goes?

"Transported into the world of Greek mythology, Hades finds himself trapped within Cronus's stomach. Refusing to let his divine essence be suppressed, Hades uses his power of 'Underworld Wealth' to create a double. Taking advantage of the moment Cronus devours Poseidon, he uses the distraction to slip away unnoticed. Scarred by the experience, Hades vows that one day, he will 'repay' his father in full."

There is a world where nothing is fixed. Not the laws. Not the names. Not the boundaries between one thing and another. In this world, gravity is a suggestion. Death is a mood. The colour blue can be redefined by anyone who has the will and a sharp enough imagination. A man can die on a Thursday, and by Friday his widow can decide that "death" now means "a long walk in a garden that has no gate," and he will return to finish the soup she left on the stove. A child can decide that "school" means "a cloud that only rains on weekends," and the building will float away until Monday, carrying the teachers with it, and no one will ask questions because questions themselves can be redefined as answers that have not yet decided what they know. Everyone redefines reality as easily as breathing. The rich change themselves daily—new face, new past, new gravity. The poor cling to a handful of stable definitions just to remember who they were when they woke up. Cities rename themselves every hour by public vote. Wars are fought not with weapons but with dictionaries. The Anti-Semantic War, they say, ended when one side redefined "victory" to mean "surrender," and by the time anyone noticed, it was already history. This is not paradise. When everything can be rewritten, nothing is ever fully real. A promise made today dissolves tomorrow when "tomorrow" is redefined as "a shape that cannot fit promises." Love is exhausting because the word changes taste every afternoon. Truth is a fashion. Memory is guesswork. And somewhere beneath all this, a question sleeps that no one dares wake: If everything can be redefined, what is the definition of definition itself? Cindral had never trusted a world that could change its memories. When the past was rewritten as casually as the weather, what was a man but a rumour his own history could no longer confirm? He did not seek power. He did not want to reshape the rules. He wanted to know if there was any rule that did not answer to a vote. So when word reached him of an old vendor in the secondhand markets selling definitions too ancient to be altered, Cindral went. Not from ambition. From hunger—for something that would still be true tomorrow. The answer waits in a dusty corner of that market, where a vendor whose age shifts with the minute hand sells used definitions discarded by those who have moved on to newer models. Cindral will touch the one definition that was never meant to be touched: the definition of definition itself. That touch will reveal the thread. The thread runs through everything. It ties every word to every thing, every thing to every mind, every mind to every story, and every story to something above. Cindral will follow it upward through layers of narration that make his universe look like a footnote in a book no one remembers writing. He will climb until climbing breaks. He will define until definition breaks. He will be until being breaks. What waits at the end cannot be called a god, because gods require names, and names require someone to speak them. What waits predates the need to be named. And it is not the top. There is no top. The thread does not end; it only changes direction—cutting sideways through hierarchies, through echoes without a source, through hollows where silence is not empty but full of the absence of sound waiting to be born. This is the story of that climb. It begins in a world where anyone can rewrite the rules, and it ends where the word "rule" has never been spoken, never been needed, never been possible. Somewhere in between, a man discovers that he is a sentence inside a story inside a dream inside a definition that defines itself. The thread is already in your hand. Cindral's ascent begins now.

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?