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Type-Moon: Simulation Starts from Greece

Legend has it, he is the hero Griffith, who, with a single recitation of his Noble Phantasm, made all the Greek heroes chant poems of chuunibyou style during their ultimate moves. Legend has it that he is a hero created from a lie, a descendant of the heroes aboard the Argo, and the descendant of Kratos, the dragon slayer hero. Legend has it he is the hero who peeled off the armour of the gods from the flesh and blood of his body, making even the sun god impressed with his dedication. Some say that the goddess of beauty, the goddess of wisdom, the goddess of discord, and even the pure goddess of the moon and the queen of the underworld were all madly in love with him and fought fiercely over him. He is the Adonis of spring, adorning the pure hearts of goddesses with floral crowns, a rainbow-coloured figure in the eyes of countless unrequited lovers, both human and divine. Apollo wept daily in white learning, saying: "It was me first." Poseidon looked at Athena's kiss with jealous envy, splitting apart with rage: "How am I supposed to feel seeing the ones I once desired and those I now desire together?" The three Celtic goddesses, unable to obtain him, sought to destroy him. The earth mother goddess Nephthys personally crowned him as the hero of the storm, giving him the name of Set, the god of destruction in the desert, viewing him as her eternal lover. And it all starts with a war, with the hero chanting: "The awe of the king is displayed at this moment. Witness the power that shakes the heavens and the earth!" ___________________ This is a Translation.. So, you can credit the original 'Author: Merlin You Have No Feelings' ...he has written a good fanfic. I'm merely translating ... if the original author wants me to remove their work, just leave a comment below msg me at.. https://www.scribblehub.com/profile/114611/abhii28/ ______ I've used chatgpt for translation with some adjustments so, only read if you can handle the words. The updates will be fast as I've got about 100 chapters in stock. (Ancient Greece–Rome–Greece..) The Story starts in Rome and then simulates to the Ancient Greece(Trojan War)...
Abhii_28 · 1.3m Views

Transmigration: The Tyrant General Can Hear My Thoughts

PS: THIS IS NOT A SYSTEM BOOK Camilla Hudson was the world’s most sought-after assassin, known only as "The Black Widow." After years of bloodshed, hunting down corrupt politicians, she finally collected her final paycheck, laid down her sniper and prepared for a peaceful retirement of luxury and... WebNovels. But when her favorite story is left on a brutal cliffhanger, Camilla does what any frustrated reader would do: she trashes the author in the comments. "I could do a better job than this!" The Universe took her literally. Transmigrated into the body of the pathetic, love-crazed Lady Camilla, the female lead who just attempted suicide over a divorce. To return to her world, she must give the book an ending and mark it completed. Her plan? Sign the papers, take the money, and leave or she would be stuck inside the story forever. However, she’s been granted a terrifying new perk—The Cursed Tongue. Every "bad" word she utters becomes a reality. But there’s a secret perk she doesn't know about: Lord Damon can hear every single one of her murderous, sarcastic thoughts. The General, who once overlooked his clingy wife, is now terrified, intrigued, and utterly obsessed with the "new" Camilla. As she tries to sprint toward a "Happily Ever After" (and a quick exit), the General suddenly tears up the divorce papers. "You want to leave, wife? Over my dead body." Can Camilla write her own ending when the Male Lead refuses to follow the script?
Cameron_Rose_8326 · 1m Views

Claimed by the Vengeful Alpha

Love. Hate. Revenge. Before she was the High Alpha's daughter, Maya was an orphan named Penelope—and Marcus Keenan was the boy who gave her his locket and promised to marry her... until she was torn from him. Taken by High Alpha Vilhelm, everyone, including Marcus, was told she died. Years later, Marcus returns from the recent war a hero—now Alpha Keenan—with power, lands, and the right to choose any woman as his mate. He takes Maya—the same girl who made his life miserable before he left. He doesn't recognize her as Penelope with the locket long gone. To him, she is cruel, two-faced, and an expert at manipulation. What he doesn't know is that Maya's cruelty was forced, a mask she wore to both protect him and survive. Now trapped in a marriage born of revenge, she must decide. Stay silent and play the part, or reveal who she truly is…before it’s too late. —— Excerpt “This marriage is fake,” Maya said. She should be happy but why did it hurt so much? “Fake?” Keenan frowned and closed the gap between them. He wrapped a palm around her neck, and Maya gasped but no sound left her throat. “Is this another ploy to escape me?” “Isn’t it fake?” Maya whispered, holding his hand, trying to ease his grip. It was getting hard to breathe. Her voice betrayed her, too hopeful even to her own ears. He stared with such hatred, yet a part of her didn’t want it to be fake. Keenan threw his head back and laughed, yet his grip on her neck never wavered. “Woman, surely this must be a joke. You think I would orchestrate a fake marriage with you?” He leaned closer, eyes locked on hers. “You undermine my hatred. I want you bound to me forever. I want you to hate every moment of your life and I will be right here to make sure of it. You can never escape me.” Keenan released her neck. She dropped to the floor, rubbing her throat as she finally drew a full breath. “Fake marriage? Don’t be ridiculous. Even your father couldn’t get you away from me.”
GinaStanley · 169.4k Views

Ghost in the palace

Ananya never expected death to bring her into another life. One moment, she was running her parents’ restaurant in the modern world. The next, she opened her eyes in silk robes, surrounded by hostile stares — the Queen Consort of the empire. But this body was cursed in everyone’s eyes. The Emperor loathed her. The mistress laughed at her. And the court whispered behind her back. Only she wasn’t truly alone. > “Finally, someone can see us!” “What kind of Queen Consort are you, so calm even with ghosts in your chamber?” “Shut up, Wei Rong, let her breathe. She looks like she’s about to faint.” Three ghosts — a stoic scholar, a brash general, and a mischievous noble girl — lingered at her side. They were invisible to all but her. And with them, she learned to survive the poisonous palace. When rumors spread that she was cursed, Ananya stood before the empire’s court. Instead of tears, she offered proof. Instead of fear, she offered dignity. > “If Heaven believes I am cursed, let the fire and smoke betray me. I will not hide.” And Heaven sided with her. Outside the palace, crises struck — starving soldiers, missing supplies, merchants growing fat from stolen grain. Inside, Lady Zhen, the Emperor’s favored mistress, grew bolder by the day, flaunting her beauty and mocking Ananya’s quiet grace. > “Sister, do you still dream of winning His Majesty’s heart? Look at you — plain, dull, unworthy.” “If simplicity is a crime, then let it be mine,” Ananya answered, unshaken. The Emperor indulged Lady Zhen openly… but in the silence of night, he tasted Ananya’s food, lingered at her table, and found himself unsettled by her calm. > “This is not palace fare,” he muttered. “It is lighter,” Ananya replied softly. “Easier to sleep after.” Step by step, conspiracy thickened. At a grand banquet, a poisoned cup was placed in Ananya’s hand. But a ghost’s laugh echoed in her ear — and the cup was swapped. A dancer collapsed instead. From that night on, the Emperor’s gaze changed. He began to notice the woman who never begged for favor, never fought for attention, yet always endured. Still, war brewed at the borders. Betrayals reached even the throne. Assassins crept through the palace halls. And the one person who seemed weakest became the calm at the center of the storm. Through whispered secrets, mischievous hauntings, and quiet resilience, Ananya carved her place in the empire. She would not simply survive. She would rise. And the Emperor who once despised her would one day whisper only her name.
Ashima_Mahajan_ · 216.7k Views