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The Mordred

Nymera Astrelle Vale. Royal Biologist. Scientist. Rebel. A woman who lived nine centuries longer than most humans could dream. She believed knowledge should belong to everyone. She believed power should not belong only to the rich. She believed humanity could evolve together. She was wrong. — In the 55th century, humanity ruled the stars. But power belonged only to the elite. Only the wealthy could awaken as Gifted Humans — beings with abilities capable of turning ordinary people into kings. Emitter types. Transformation types. Mutant types. Nymera spent centuries unlocking their secrets. And then she tried to give that power to everyone. The empire called it treason. — On the throne world Uranus, beneath the gaze of the emperor himself— Joseph I the Bloody. Absolute Monarch of the American Empire. Her emperor. Her patient. Her judge. Her executioner. The blade fell. Nymera Astrelle Vale was executed as a traitor to the crown. — She died believing her fight had meant something. She was wrong again. — Then— A white room. A confused cosmic administrator. A divine mistake. And a soul sent somewhere it was never meant to go. — May 5th, 1820. London. — Nymera opens her eyes again. Not as the revolutionary scientist of the future. But in the body of someone else. Someone history will remember as a monster. — Because somewhere in Europe… A name waits for her. A destiny written in betrayal. — Mordred Svyatopolovich White — In her first life, she tried to save the world. In this one. Will she survive? Will She destroy it? ----------------------------------------- Author Note: This is a spin-off of my other story (I Became Beyonce’s Half Sister) and is apart of the I.C.T.M.T universe. WARNING WARNING ⚠️⚠️ ⚠️ ⚠️ ⚠️ Content Warning: Throughout this story, there are scenes involving strong language, physical and emotional abuse, sexual situations, violence, and other mature or disturbing themes. Please read with discretion.
BOOKBRINGER · 132.7k Views

Bro, I'm not an Undead!

Everyday was the same for Skullius. An Undead minion of the lowest order like him, didn’t have to find a grand purpose… other than mining mana gems for his Lich master, of course. His peers thought so. They lacked ambition. To be fair, so did he. But there was just that something that kept nagging at him. A spark that no other skeleton seemed to have. Other than being the sassy bullshitter obsessed with mana that he was, why did Skullius vaguely remember being something other than a Moronic Undead drone once? What had come before his Undeath? In the end, it was this spark that allowed our atrocious hero to escape the clutches of his evil master and reach another world. And it is in this world, chock full of dangers – most beckoned by Skullius’ abnormally horrendous luck, to be honest – that the skeleton’s journey begins. In Aigas – the new world – he prepared for the greatest getback of an age armed with a power greater than that of the Liches of Deadmanland! ...... [Author’s Answers To Popular Readers’ Questions] Q: (IHateArjuun77) -Hey author, is your book trash?- A: (Author) -Haha, screw you dear reader. The answer is NO. The story has elements of comedy, action, magic, adventure and Brutality. Like it gets really dark sometimes. There’s a comprehensive story with characters that I tried my damndest to NOT make generic on top of a cool power system that’s for the most part easy to understand. So its not trash. Q: (IFreakingHateArjuun56) -Hey author why is your first volume so slow paced and... trash?- A: (Author) -Haha. It’s how I designed the First Volume to be. It’s a fun setup that doesn’t focus on many things other than the MC’s mentality, powers and route of progression. The next volumes are normal paced, focusing on the world, the villains and general expansion but all while still retaining the book theme and fun experience- Q: (ShadeIsAPervert001) -Hey author, I instinctively sense that I’ll hate this book, when should I drop? A: (Author) -Is this the same reader?! Anyway, I’ll give a range. Read a minimum of the first 20 chapters to a max of up to chapter 44 before you decide on anything too rash. I’ll hunt down this reader! --- Book cover art by Vicky.rae. Discord: [ https://discord.gg/8hcraTjzE9 ] Patreon: For custom art patreon.com/Livelysockets
Shade_Arjuun · 2.5m Views

Zero Draft

Ren Shiro is sixteen and freshly humiliated. In a match that mattered, he forced a play that was never his to take. His team didn’t cut him for losing. They cut him for reaching beyond what he’d earned. What hurts most is that he knows they were right. He drifts from tryout to tryout, a balanced but forgettable player in a sport that rewards spectacle. Then, by accident, he wanders into a sealed training facility called Zero Draft. They needed 300 players. They had 299. Ren becomes #300. Zero Draft, created by the masked visionary Reiji Amano, strips 300 players of positions and ego to discover who they really are. Only 15 will leave. Ren enters as a joke. “Zero.” The extra body. Inside, he confronts his first truth: he never truly wanted to be a Point Guard. That was a shield. He wanted the shot. He wanted the moment. Switching to Shooting Guard is his first real act of honesty. His Core emerges quietly. He doesn’t dominate. He adapts. Against strength, he finds leverage. Against timing, he appears in the gap. The staff sees it before anyone else. His stats don’t spike. They recalibrate. Reiji names it: The Prototype. Ren can understand another player’s Core at its foundation and replicate it at near-perfect accuracy. Not mimicry. Structural comprehension. But it’s reactive. He must first see, feel, and understand before he can become. Early moments expose him. Smart opponents strike fast. Ren has no defined ceiling, only expanding capacity. After spending his career becoming everyone else, the question remains: What happens when #300 finally becomes himself? Zero Draft exists to find out.
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