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(Chapters 1 to 40 are being edited right now) (Note: Reading Prologue is not necessary, hence why it's an Auxiliary Chapter) The Path to Immortality is elusive, and everyone wants to achieve it even if there's only a glimmer of hope. Tian Yongheng is a person who regained his past life memories after his family was brutally slaughtered. His extreme fear of death and desire to be undying have forced him to step onto this dangerous path of Immortal Cultivation. He is not a Chosen One who is the favored son of heavens, nor is he the reincarnation of a Great Emperor. Armed with a unique system of unknown origins and his obsession with immortality, he sets forth to carve a way of his own in this world where fate toys with one's very existence itself and cosmic horror-like beings devour universes for fun. However, can he really touch the illusory, eternal and ethereal Immortal Dao that is everlasting and everchanging? Will he ever be able to reach the end of this grand path to eternity, establishing himself as a myth and beyond? or will he also drown in the long river of history just like many others? ------- The background settings and world building of this story are greatly inspired by Top Tier Providence, Secretly Cultivate for a Thousand Years. the main characters are also pretty similar, so if you like stories where the MC is a hidden powerhouse who, despite being hidden, is still known across the world, then you can give it a try. Please be patient while reading, as this is my first time writing a novel and don't hesitate to point out any mistakes I do in the comments. Also, I'm not a native of China, so there are probably going to be a lot of mistakes in names and history and stuff, please bear with it. Note: English is not my first language and the cover image is not mine.

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! —------------------------------ Visit my Pa treon for Advance Chapters: patreon .com/DevilWarden

In the year 2086, humanity stood at the peak of technological advancement. The world’s greatest nations united under Project Helios—an ambitious experiment created to generate limitless energy by manipulating space and dark matter. But on the night the Helios Reactor was activated for the very first time, the sky above the Pacific Ocean cracked apart like shattered glass. A colossal purple rift opened across the heavens, pulsing like the heartbeat of a wounded world. Then, they came. Creatures from ancient legends. A golden-scaled beast with wings like thunder roared above the sea. Stone giants walked through collapsing cities. Women with raven wings descended alongside black storms. Horned beasts from forgotten myths began roaming the human world. Nuclear weapons were launched. Armies marched. Entire nations burned. Yet the war between modern technology and the world of mythology brought nothing but endless destruction. Until a being calling himself The Ancient One appeared with a proposal: Twelve battles. Twelve representatives. And the fate of two civilizations would be decided within the arena. Arrows against gunpowder. Muscle against steel. Magic against science.

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.

A harsh universe reduces reality to a cruel binary: black and white. Demands sides between deity vs. devil, light vs. darkness, hope vs. despair, and love vs. apathy. The universe is an abandoned grave of lost stories remembered by no one, haunted by the lingering specter of a dead author. A boring sci-fi genre world awakened to a supernatural power, humanity's downfall, and monster rise. Einsamer Stern, a teenager, he was never meant to experience what life is. Living in a godless reality and a story that calls for his deletion from the script of a tyrannical celestial rulers. Or maybe he is only a chain of texts: a program of suffering that cycles through life, death, and deletion. What happens when a pawn transcends the game itself—when a cliché like “hope” stops being a slogan and becomes something real inside a story that has been abandoned multiple times? However, even hope could become a poison. As he unveiled the truth, it became terrifyingly clear that someone else still held total power over the narrative of his story.

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.

The sky broke the day he was born. Riven lives a quiet life on a forgotten world—hiding strength he cannot explain, pretending to be normal in a life that feels too fragile to lose. But far beyond stars and time, a being known as Aarion—the Endwalker—has returned. A man who is not human. A past that refuses to stay buried. A power the world itself cannot remember. As fate begins to move again, one truth becomes clear— Riven was never meant to exist.

“Daily posts. The Endless Psalms express all things in the universe with brief words. These short worlds accumulate, creating the cosmos and the Omniverse.”

The Omniverse clusters in Endless Myth continue to proliferate beyond infinity theory, set theory, and even concepts themselves. The prophet Ort records a fragment of it—everything within a single universe, a single Earth.

[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.

They called the Abyss a place where even gods disappeared. Across kingdoms and ruined lands, hunters chase whispers of an unknown existence tied to vanishings, distortions, and something darker than death itself. Meanwhile, a silent traveler walks alone through the world with no memory of who he truly is. He does not know why animals avoid him. Why the forest grows quiet around him. Why people feel something wrong before he even speaks. And he does not know the most terrifying truth of all— The being the world fears may already be walking among them. As strange forces begin noticing his existence, reality itself starts reacting in ways it cannot explain. Hunters close in. Ancient powers awaken. And somewhere beyond the edges of the known world, something waits for him to remember. But the human body he walks in is only a vessel. And if what sleeps inside it fully awakens— the world may not survive it. Nihilfire Reborn: God on a Vessel — A dark atmospheric fantasy about identity, restrained destruction, and a presence the world was never meant to contain.

If you have a golden apple, who would you give it to? At the banquet, Lorne, who was invited, saw the golden apple on the plate engraved with the words "To the Fairest," as well as the three goddesses in front of him caught in a dispute. The matter was quite troublesome and anyone would be panicked however, Not him. He smiled, picked up a knife and completed the process in three steps. The first step was to peel the skin, and he gave the peel to Aphrodite. "To be honest, you are indeed quite beautiful. As a layer of skin, it’s still passable." The second step was to cut the flesh, and he gave the flesh to Hera. "You are the queen of heaven, but everyone on Olympus, from eight hundred years old to the beasts, can cuckold you, including men, women, and even goats. Since your dignity is already lost, I’ll give you the substance." The third step was to give the remaining core to Athena. "You were supposed to be born as a male god to inherit Zeus’s throne, but because of Zeus, you lost your seed. So, I’ll give you this seed." And it was done.. Looking at Aphrodite, clenching her fists, Hera, raising her scepter, Athena, summoning her spear and shield, Lorne quickly stepped back, firmly shielding the goddess of discord, Eris, in front of him. "And you still want to be the goddess of discord? Look at me, I made them unite in an instant. Even your provocation isn’t as effective as mine." "..." Looking at the Greek gods around them sharpening their knives, Eris fell into silence. . . . There are around 700 chaps in the original and considering all extra NSFW, I'm going to write around 750 chaps or something, so enjoy.. For advanced chapters, consider joining my Patreon.. Patreon.com/abhi28

Kamina died as he lived-screaming defiance into the face of fate. But death, it seems, wasn’t the end. Dragged from the battlefield of the Spiral King into the soul-crushing depths of the City, Kamina awakens in a world where hope is currency and mercy is a myth. The only law is profit written in blood. Districts rot from the inside, ruled by Syndicates, Wings, and the Head no one has ever seen-but everyone fears. He has no mech. No brothers. No drill. Only a sword, a shattered sky, and an unbreakable spirit. Now, in a city built to erase dreamers, Kamina dares to burn. He won’t play by the City’s rules. He won’t bend. He won’t break. And if the world wants to crush the fire out of him-He’ll light it up from the inside and make it watch.

A tale as old as time. Nineteen years ago, a boy named Moro Ashin watched his father die at the hands of Cassian Rho, the mad outlaw known as The Demon of Twin Suns. Cassian’s laughter burned itself into Moro’s bones, shaping him into a weapon built for one purpose: revenge. Prepare for the blood soaked first peak into the Infinite Circle

"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.

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.

That day the sun set and never rose again............... Author Spotlight: Chen Dong — WebNovel's legendary titan behind global phenomena like 'Perfect World', 'The Sacred Ruins' and'World of Longevity‘— returns with his most ambitious saga yet. Crowned among the platform's all-time greats, this master of epic worldbuilding has dominated fiction charts for many times, with multiple novels adapted into hit games. When this trailblazer drops a new book, millions brace for sleepless nights.

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...