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Pneumagram — Echoes of the Dark Rising Soul

Pneumagram – Echoes of the Dark Rising Soul (DarkRisingSoul - DRS) also known as Magical Tales of the Lost Spirit (MTLS) In a futuristic world obsessed with reclaiming divinity through magic, humanity builds the Pneumagram—a system meant to forge heroes from belief itself. Modeled after God’s deities, known as Archaengel, the system grants transcendence once thought impossible. Yet a single question lingers: can humanity bear the consequences of wielding such power, or will their world collapse under the weight of its own ambition? Daniel awakens as Mirielle Fatui Aveline, a young freshman and exceptionally gifted student enrolled in an elite magic academy. Chosen to resonate with the Pneumagram, Mirielle is expected to embody one of the Nine Echoes—elemental forces shaped after divine archetypes, designed to mold humanity’s next generation of unsung heroes. But Mirielle herself was once a skeptic—a myth-disbelieving fool. In her buried past, she believed magic, myths, and heroism were nothing more than specific delusions and irrational ideas: mental structures mistaken for truth, made dangerous only because people chose to believe in them. As she is forced to engage with the Pneumagram, she begins to realize the Echoes are not gifts nor blessings, but symptoms—manifestations born from what was lost, denied, or fractured within the soul. As the system reveals its true nature, Mirielle must confront the cost of divine power: the erosion of her past self. In a world that mistakes automation for creation, ascending into legend may require her to abandon the very identity that once rejected magic, myths, and heroes. Tags: Light/Dark Fantasy, Supernatural, Action, Isekai, Mystery, Psychological Horror, Magic, Power System, Sci-Fi, Transmigration, Urban, Myth, Slow-burn, Occultism, Mythology, Mysticism, Suspense, Tragedy, Slice Of Life, Historical, Coming of Age, School, etc.
ShiTzu · 11.2k Views

Don't Worry, I'm The Strongest

In a Victorian world where steam locomotives thunder across iron rails and machines reshape civilization, magic is rising just as fast. And with it—calamity. Nightmares crawl into reality. Hexes rot entire districts overnight. Ancient deities whisper through forgotten altars. When darkness spreads, only one secret order stands in its way. Cleansers under The Order of The Solace Inquisition. Hidden beneath the Church of the Eternal Light, they are executioners, exorcists, and hunters of the impossible—sworn to erase nightmares, demons, witches, ghouls, and the remnants of fallen gods. Erik Arshwick grew up in an orphanage. For as long as he can remember, he has been able to enter dreams. He thought it was only a strange gift—until the night he steps into a friend’s dream and encounters something that should not exist. An abnormal nightmare. A presence that nearly kills them both. He is saved by two Cleansers. And in doing so, is exposed to a hidden world of mysteries, mediums, forbidden rituals, purification relics—and ancient deities that should have remained sealed forever. Branded as dangerous, valuable, and irreplaceable, Erik is forced into the ranks of the Solace Inquisition. Forced to become a Cleanser. As war brews between the Church of the Eternal Light and the secret occult sects that serve fallen gods, Erik is dragged into a conflict far older than the steam engines powering his world. This is the story of how a boy who could walk through dreams stepped into humanity’s darkest battlefield. This is the legend of the strongest Cleanser to ever exist. The only man to master every Cleanser Path. The architect of new purification techniques. The chosen vessel of the Lord of Light. A weapon with limitless potential. …or the greatest calamity the Church will ever create. -------- This story is hugely inspired by Lord of Mysteries and Jujutsu Kaisen.
Phil_Bhauti · 389 Views

Fate: I Just Want to Die and Sit on the Throne of Heroes

I crossed into the world of Type Moon and, for some reason, the Root itself recognized me. As long as I die an abnormal death, I can ascend to the Throne of Heroes and become its lord, an existence stronger and freer than even the Seven Grand Servants. So, in order to die, I started acting like a complete fool across the Nasuverse. I cursed Gilgamesh to his face in Uruk, challenged almighty Zeus in Greece, openly kidnapped Skadi in Northern Europe, proclaimed in Israel that Solomon was a demon god instead of a holy king, and even stood at Morgan’s side in Britain. Yet for some reason I am still alive. By 1994, Fuyuki City, history has given me a ridiculous list of titles: the third friend of the Most Ancient King, the first prime minister of Mesopotamia, the man favored by the Greek gods, the king of giants in Northern Europe, the incarnation of God who awakened Solomon’s humanity in Israel, the miracle worker supported by Prince Camelot. On top of the Fuyuki Bridge, a young yet world weary Lovi sits on the railing, staring at the city lights and sighing. “Tell me, what exactly went wrong? Or you could just kill me here and let me finally ascend to the Throne of Heroes. Please.” Kiritsugu Emiya lights a cigarette, glances at Artoria holding the Holy Spear, at the treasury of the King unfolding beside Gilgamesh, at the crimson spear tip reaching out from the distant Kingdom of Shadows. The cigarette in his hand trembles slightly.
FanficLord03 · 1.2m Views