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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 - 20 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

At the heart of the continent of Aethelia, squeezed under the relentless pressure of the eastern and western empires and standing on the brink of collapse due to an empty treasury, the historic Kingdom of Kayşahr is besieged by military threats and internal corruption. The story follows the struggle of Crown Prince Kaahn Yauzan, who is forced to shoulder the governance and destiny of his country upon his father's failing health, alongside his greatest supporter, Akça, in this buffer zone that appears to be an unyielding fortress from the outside. Combining the mechanical knowledge from his past life and a rational state intellect with the power of a secretly established logistics trade network, Kaahn launches a massive modernization campaign to transform his country into a contemporary civilization. At the same time, he strives to keep the kingdom afloat with strategic genius against the inevitable political and military collapses looming along the borders.

Conscripted at fifteen, Park Seongjin steps into a war already older than his fear. His father has fallen. His brother is missing. His name is carved into wood and sent toward the frontier. He is not a prodigy. He is not chosen. He is merely another boy placed inside iron and dust. War does not create heroes—it erodes them. Steel demands discipline. Loss demands endurance. Campaign after campaign, repetition after repetition, the body learns before the mind understands. On battlefields ruled by ironclad cavalry and endless formations, he survives—not through brilliance, but through restraint. Not through destiny, but through persistence. Yet in surviving, something begins to take shape. The sword ceases to be a weapon alone. It becomes a path. This is a slow-burning war and progression story about experience, discipline, and the forging of a swordsman—step by step, until the blade and the man are no longer separate. This is my first time sharing my work on a global platform. I truly look forward to your evaluation and feedback. I am particularly interested in how readers from different cultural backgrounds perceive the story. Thank you sincerely. Author Note: This story may soon be contracted with another platform, so it might be removed from webnobel.. If you're interested, please read it while it is still available. Thank you.

The gate did not open. Youngwoo realized they were going to die outside the wall. Abandoned outside the southern gate, a disposable soldier survives when everyone expects him to die. Wounded, poisoned, and cast aside by his own comrades, he begins a brutal climb through the harsh life of a frontier garrison. In the collapsing battlefields of Goryeo, survival demands more than loyalty. It demands strength, strategy, and the blade. War and intrigue will shape the fate of a forgotten soldier. The soldier no one expected to live will become a master. At the edge of a collapsing frontier, a young soldier stands among men who are meant to die first. Wars are decided by generals and kings, but sometimes history remembers the blade of a single soldier.

Always living in a sweet and kind world, Namiya would never think things would go the wrong way, the way she never thought. After being promised to the nearby Kingdom as a bride for treaty, she couldn’t believe her world could crumble right there, in her hands. What was she supposed to do, abandoned by her family, not knowing who to trust anymore, alone? If only escape could be the real answer, she would grasp it with all her will. I cannot tell how this started or ended; I can only tell how she lived at her potential. Namiya means growing, she didn’t want to grow. But she had no other choices. It’s to live. Or not to live. Choose your life, my dear, abandoned Princess.

The world has ended like the religious texts said. what happened of the world after? The gods and Gods turned their backs on all that was left of creation. The beasts mutated. The Beasts were released. The horrors that were hiding in the shadows were now in the open. Humanity clung to the last hope, words written in the texts.... will they survive?

Excerpt... Henry’s hand shot out, closing around her arm, firmly enough that her breath caught. “Stay…” He stood beside her, close enough that she could feel him without touching him. “I…” Livia’s voice broke before it found strength. “I didn’t flee.” She still would not fully look at him. Her eyes remained on Bella. “This is not my fault,” she whispered. “No,” Henry said at once. “It isn’t.” He looked away, then back at her. “Do you love him, Livia?” “Please,” she cried. “Stop calling me that.” “Do you love him?” he asked. “Yes,” she said. “So soon after me?” he asked. “I thought we…” He stopped. “I assumed you…” “That I what?” Livia asked, her voice trembling. “That I loved you? Henry…” she began then she caught herself. “Your Highness. I did seek solace in your arms... Yes. I will not lie about that. I wanted you. I trusted you. In a sea of sharks and wolves, you were the safest thing I could find.” Her eyes filled again. “You made me feel as though I could breathe. Turns out, you are no better.” “Why?” Henry asked quietly. “Because I am the king?” “Because you lied to me. You let me trust a man who did not exist.” “I existed.” “Henry the merchant existed because you created him.” “For good reasons, I had to keep my identity hidden,” Henry said. “The king moving around London without security,” he continued, “what do you think would happen?” “You speak as though I was asking you to announce yourself in the middle of Cheapside with trumpets and a crown. It doesn’t matter anymore,” Livia said, looking away from him. “I am getting married.” “Yes,” Henry said, the word leaving him like a blade drawn from flesh. “To my best friend. Did you tell him?” Henry asked. Livia’s brows drew together. “Tell him what?” “That I fucked you. Did you tell him I was your first? Did you tell him you once trusted me? That you once promised yourself to me because you thought I was the safest thing in your miserable world?” “That is not fair.” “Then tell me is it fair that Richard gets to call you his intended while I stand here pretending I do not know the sound of your moan? Is it fair that he holds your hand while I cannot even say your name without ruining you?” “Please stop.” “Did you tell him,” Henry pressed, unable to stop himself now, “that you were mine before you were ever his?” “How could I?” she asked, the words breaking. “I did not even know who you were.” “Then let me ask you this,” he said, leaning down just a little, his lips a hair’s breath from hers. “Has he fucked you? Has he touched what is mine?” ..... Sold into slavery and trapped in the brutal underworld of London, Livia Valenti is placed on the auction block. She makes a desperate choice and places her fate in the hands of the mysterious man who once caught her stealing. She does not know he is the King of England. Then comes Richard, Duke of Kingsmere willing to offer Livia the one thing Henry cannot easily give her— a future outside the shadows. Caught between the king who awakened her heart and the duke who may be her safest escape, Livia is pulled into a dangerous court. Livia becomes Diana Bellamy, the woman another man intends to wed, King Henry must decide how far a king can go before love becomes scandal, obsession, and war. From the author who brought you: 1. Undressed by the mafia God 2. Undressed by his arrogance 3. The Vampire's Luna

Time Magazine once gave this review of a man: "Mr. Yang is a great inventor. The products he created changed how hundreds of millions live, work, and travel." "At the same time, his inventions created millions of jobs and made outstanding contributions to regional economies." ... Never would he have imagined—Yang Wendong, already a successful entrepreneur, would accidentally travel back to the 1950s. Given a second chance, he would once again rise from nothing, climb to the peak of this era, and build a century-spanning Chinese family empire. Friends, if you want to read chapters in advance, subscribe to my patreon. Read 40 Chapters In Advance: patreon.com/johanssen10

In the shadows of the magnificent Kingdom of Eskard, a realm renowned for its wealth and beauty, lived Irene—the sin everyone pretended to forget. Born from tragedy, she watched her tyrannical father, King Arxon, slaughter her mother's entire family before her very eyes. Yet he spared Irene, not out of mercy, but to manipulate public opinion among the neighboring kingdoms. Branded as the king's illegitimate daughter, she became the living reminder of the forbidden love that had once threatened his reign. Years later, Arxon decides to use her once again as a political pawn. Forced into a marriage of convenience with General Lucas Theodore Valerian, the nephew of the neighboring kingdom's king, Irene finds herself bound to a cold and distant commander whose heart remains trapped in the memory of a lost love. At court, she is dismissed as nothing more than the forgotten princess or the beautiful wife. But beneath her quiet facade lies a hidden strength. To Irene, years of neglect have become the perfect disguise—the freedom she needs to set her plan in motion. Behind the palace walls, she begins weaving a web of deception to bring down her father's throne and avenge her mother's blood. Will the girl of mixed blood succeed in destroying the king who ruined her life? And can two enemies, bound by a political marriage, overcome their pasts and discover something far greater than duty?

Rebirth + Era + 1960's - Femine + System Space + Military + Powerful Male protogonist At seventy-eight years old, she died with nothing but regret. Only at the end of her life did she learn the cruel truth— the world she had struggled through was nothing more than a novel. And she… was cannon fodder. Her father, once a Squad leader, was falsely branded a traitor and executed. Her three brilliant elder brothers were crushed one by one, stepping stones for the novel’s so-called “female lead.” Her family’s blood paved the road to the heroine’s glory. She could only watch helplessly as the heroine’s family prospered while hers was destroyed. Powerless. Broken. Too late. But fate was not finished with her. A falling flowerpot ended her life— and opened her eyes once more. 1958. She is thirteen years old again. Her parents are alive. Her brothers are alive. Everything has not yet begun. In the turbulent 1960s era, she awakens with memories of her previous life and an unexpected System Space that grants her resources and hidden advantages. This time, she will not be cannon fodder. She will not allow her family to be sacrificed. She will not let the so-called heroine step on their corpses to rise. Amid famine, political storms, and the shifting tides of the era, she quietly builds strength, gathers supplies within her mysterious space, and protects her family step by step. And standing in the shadows of the military compound is a powerful, sharp-eyed man— a future commander whose destiny was never meant to intertwine with hers. In her previous life, he stood at the peak of power. In this life, he watches her change everything. This time— She will become the author of her own fate. (Original) PS-: The Story is taking place in the parallel world, so although the historical events are same, characters are fiction.

When the realms of humans and demons collided, order shattered. From the wreckage, the Demon Hunting Bureau rose to stand against the chaos, wielding extraordinary power to face the impossible. Zhuo Yichen, young and relentless, carries the blood of a dragon god and a duty to slay every demon he meets. But Zhu Yan, his mortal enemy, is unique: the most powerful demon in the world, with the power to reduce cities to ashes, defies all expectations. He conquers nothing, yet allows demons to spill across the rift unchecked. His silence is a riddle, his presence a storm. When a catastrophe threatens to consume them all, enemies become allies, and two souls bound by fate discover that the line between hate and love is thinner than a blade's edge. Fantasy AU.

Lucien, a young man passionate about Roman history, leads a quiet life in the 21st century. After a day of work, he immerses himself in his favorite book on ancient Rome. Suddenly, while returning home, he is hit by a truck and dies. However, he wakes up in ancient Rome, reincarnated as Lucien Elevatus, the son of a soldier of Rome. Disoriented at first, Lucien uses his modern knowledge to adapt to this new life and help his family. Determined to leave a mark in history, he accepts his destiny and prepares to face the challenges and intrigues of this fascinating era. ---------------------- I'll try to post regularly (lol). I speak French fluently and not English so please point out any spelling or wording errors :)

Lin Haoran was reborn in 1978 Hong Kong, becoming a wealthy young heir. At this time, the glory of the British financial consortiums was beginning to fade, while Chinese capital was rising rapidly like bamboo after the rain, starting to shine on the international stage. Former British-controlled giants like Wharf and Hutchison Whampoa were becoming prime targets pursued by Chinese entrepreneurs. So, with growing strength, Lin Haoran set his sights on the leading British trading firm—Jardine Matheson... Thank you for the support, friends. If you want to read more chapters in advance, go to my Patreon. Read 30 Chapters In Advance: patreon.com/Albino1

Han Liang came to Ying Mountain on a mission. Yuan Yu was never supposed to be part of it. One carries the blood of the White Dragon. The other hears what jade stones remember—fragments of the past, and whispers of what has yet to come. Their paths cross beneath falling peach blossoms. A rooftop. A single glance. A moment that should have meant nothing. It didn't. As the truth begins to surface, the past refuses to remain in the past. Old betrayals and old revenge awaken once more, while the shadows surrounding the Imperial Palace grow ever darker. In a world ruled by powerful sects, ancient bloodlines, and wars fought from the shadows, some connections are more dangerous than open enemies. And some things, once begun, cannot be stopped. A slow-burn BL wuxia romance of political intrigue, hidden powers, palace conspiracies, ancient bloodlines, revenge, and a pomegranate tree planted long before either of them knew why.

In a court where power is never inherited, but taken, Mo Lingxi—an adopted noble daughter hiding a deadly secret—finds herself forced into a marriage with Prince He Yu, the emperor’s feared uncle who commands an army that answers only to him. She is an assassin who judges the corrupt in silence. He is a prince who rules from the shadows without ever touching the throne. Neither trusts the other. Both are using the marriage as a weapon. But when past wounds, buried truths, and a forgotten encounter begin to surface, their alliance becomes something far more dangerous than betrayal—something neither of them can escape. And in the imperial court, love is never just love… it is a blade waiting to fall.

In the middle of the castle garden stood a table prepared for an elegant tea, draped in white lace, set with blue-and-white porcelain, tiered trays of pastel pastries, and crystal cups releasing the mingled scents of roses and spiced leaves in the warm afternoon air. And in the midst of this carefully arranged ensemble lay Mirabelle Luchs. Her wild curls were spread across plates and among the tempting desserts. Her dress had been pushed up to her hips, her legs bent and braced against the edge of the table, trembling. Elegant male hands pressed them farther apart while she desperately tried to close them. Between her legs was the head of a man. His pointed fox ears twitched with amusement as his tongue moved over her again and again. ---- Read until ch30 for free. Mirabelle Luchs wakes up in a world that should not exist. A feudal beast kingdom ruled by instinct, hierarchy, and conquest. A world where aristocracy is carved into bloodlines and women like her are used to secure peace after defeat. She inhabits the body of an unmated duchess from the losing side of a brutal war. Sheltered until now. Politically valuable. Offered by treaty to powerful beast nobles from the victorious realm. Men who do not hide their expectations, their presence, or their hunger. Mirabelle is unprepared for medieval court life, for beast instincts worn openly, for how closely power and desire intertwine in this world. But she refuses to remain a passive prize. With a modern mind and a sharp sense for social dynamics, Mirabelle begins to turn the rules against those who seek to control her. Provocation becomes a choice. Submission a performance. A mature reverse harem fantasy set in a medieval beast world, featuring political marriages, power games, and a female lead who refuses to be ruled quietly. Also it is slow burn;)

Su Yuanshan, Chief Architect of Haixin, was reborn back to the year 1991. In this era, AMD still survived by cloning Intel. He began his layout with EDA tools, seizing the initiative before the Wassenaar Agreement took effect. His goal: to rebuild the sky for the domestic semiconductor industry Thank you for the support, friends. If you want to read more chapters in advance, go to my Patreon. Read 30 Chapters In Advance: patreon.com/Albino1

No system, no old mentor, no bulldozer, no stamp-collecting hobby, just a small clerk with no wealth, power, or influence. A modern man got transmigrated into a different era, the era of chaos. An era where a one small misstep is enough to lose your life. Fei Qian, a branch family member of Heluo Fei Clan. With his future knowledge, he need to survive the harsh environment, dodging treacherous plots, preparing his own schemes, and maybe... leave his name in the history. You can read more chapters ahead of everyone on p@treon. P@TREON - [email protected]/lessaservantofcosmos (just replace the "@" with "a") Disclaimer : I don't own characters neither this fanfic. The image used in the cover isn't mine. This is Chinese fanfiction. I'm just translating it. I'm just changing the name and some grammar. I'm trying to make it more understandable. All right reserved to the author 马月猴年 (for the fanfic)

Those who have read the books or watched the shows know why i'm doing this. This is my story of how old valyria would survive the doom and how the dynasty continues. I take no credit for this work. Everything is owned by George R.R.Martin

Beware, for "He" watches your every move In a world ruled by godlike Absolutes and ravenous mana beasts, humanity’s only shield is The Interface—a cold, glowing system that turns people into living weapons. Ha-Jin wakes up in the Junkyard, a lawless wasteland where the weak are scrapped for parts. Betrayed, broken, and branded a glitch by the very power meant to save him, he spits on The Interface and swears a bloody oath: he’ll tear it out of every soul who worships it, climb the food chain with his bare hands, and shatter the system that decides who lives and who gets erased.