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A Cinderella Story in A Cultivation World

[Two love interests, slow burn BL romance] Lee Wooyun had always been a fan of romance fantasy books and films, especially those set in historical times with kings and queens, dukes and duchesses, and the like. His friends were well aware of his obsession and recommended a book that had recently been making waves on social media. The book was titled My Charming Demon Lord. At first, Lee Wooyun was hesitant. Unlike the fantasies he usually read, which were often set in Western historical settings, this one was different. However, his friends assured him he would enjoy it. Not wanting to reject their gift, he decided to give it a try. That night, he found himself unable to put the book down, reading almost the entire thing in one sitting. "Those guys were right! It’s amazing! A Cinderella-like fairytale set in a murim/cultivation world? It’s too good!" He couldn't help but imagine how incredible it would be to take the female lead Han Seo-yoon’s place, starting from such a miserable beginning only to end up in the arms of the surprisingly sweet and gentle demon lord. I wish I could take her place. That night, as he drifted off to sleep, the book he had left open on his desk began to emit a golden glow. The pages flipped backward, returning to the very first chapter, and its contents began to change as well. The title My Charming Demon Lord pulsed with a piercing red light, and before Lee Wooyun could even react, his surroundings shifted. The next morning, instead of waking up wrapped in his expensive velvet duvet, the one he had spent hundreds of dollars on, he found himself in a dimly lit room, lying on a pile of hay and straw. His back ached horribly, like he had actually slept on a pile of hay and straw. "What in the world…?" he muttered, rubbing his sore muscles. "Where in the hell am I? And why does it smell like cow dung in here?!” *** This is the story of how a fantasy-genre enthusiast ended up inside one of the books he had wished for, without realizing just how dangerous that wish would be. "I guess it’s true what they say: Be careful what you wish for."
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Chronicles of the First Age

Before history, before kingdoms, before language or law, the world died and was born again. In the ashes of a forgotten age, the Earth awakened to a second beginning—its lands reshaped, its oceans teeming with monstrous life, and its air overflowing with dormant power. From this primal chaos, humanity rose once more: scattered, weak, and ignorant of the ancient forces pulsing beneath their feet. But the world remembers what they do not. When a young tribal chief survives a near-fatal encounter with a beast strong enough to tear mountains in the ages to come, a spark ignites within him. Through instinct, suffering, and an unyielding desire to shield his people, he becomes the first of humanity to step onto a path long lost: the path of cultivation. From the first breath of strength to the birth of concepts—Wisdom, Balance, War, Justice, Forging—new powers awaken among men. Tribes grow into clans, clans into nations, and the once-primitive world stirs with the early heartbeat of civilization. But as humanity rises, so too do envy, ambition, and darkness. An ancient order begins to weave itself into reality: the Mandate of Heaven, a system through which the world itself chooses who may lead, who may ascend, and who may shape the destiny of all living beings. Those who grasp Concepts may transcend mortality. Those who refine them may become gods. The First Age chronicles: - the rise of the First God of Wisdom and Balance, who lifts humanity out of savagery - the forging of rival gods—of War, Justice, Might, Betrayal, Devotion, and more - the clash between humanity’s potential and the beasts that ruled the world before them - the wars that shape continents - the first artifacts, the first laws, the first civilizations - the proto-mythical beasts evolving toward true dragons, phoenixes, leviathans, and beyond - the cosmic awakening that signals Earth’s place in the wider universe For every god born, a shadow grows. For every tribe united, a rival rises. For every spark of wisdom, a deeper mystery unfolds. This is the story of the world’s first cultivators. The story of how men became more than men. The story of gods being forged—from flesh, bone, and will alone. When the First Age ends, nothing of the old world will remain. And from its ashes, the age of gods will begin.
AbsoluteBeing · 2k Views