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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

Born the son of Brandon Stark "The Wild Wolf" and Serena Umber, Brandon's lover whom he married without his father's consent, who would sadly die in childbirth, the new Lord of Winterfell and Warden of North will be faced with many challenges. Will Alaric Stark succumb to the weight of ruling the north, or will he rise higher than even his ancestors since before the last Stark King knelt before the Conqueror? ------------------------------------------ Hey guys, this is my first attempt at an ASOIAF fic and while I have watched the show and read the books it has been a while so please bear with me! This story will feature a mix of elements from both the books and show. As a disclaimer, this story is an AU, there are two branches of House Stark that descend from the twin sons of Artos Stark and there will be no white walkers. Along with web novel, I will be posting this story on AO3 under the same name. I do not own anything pertaining to ASOIAF except for my OCs.

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.

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)

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.

Eloise’s hand trembled as Damien closed the distance between them. “You know too much,” he said, his voice low yet threatening. “Then give me reason to keep your secret,” Eloise replied, her chin lifting with defiance. She had nothing to lose now with her father gone. Damien’s gaze softened, just enough to keep her confidence alive. “Be mine, Eloise. Only then will both our futures remain intact,” he accepted the proposal. *** Upon her bedridden father’s request, Eloise Wilkins travels to town to stay with her uncle’s family for the season. Whilst Elosie enjoys her stay, she is unaware of her uncle’s plans to steal the money her father has set aside for her to inherit after his death. One fateful night at a ball brings a shocking revelation about her father’s death, and the culprit behind it is someone she least expected. Before her uncle seals her fate, Eloise stumbles into a childhood friend whom she proposes to using a secret he needs to remain hidden to force him accept her offer. With the help of her new husband, could Eloise expose the truth behind her father’s death? … After a reunion with his childhood love, Damien Hawthorne does the unexpected and gets married to the ever-so-cheerful Eloise Wilkins. Damien uses his power to help Eloise expose her family’s deeds and reclaim what belongs to her. Given a second chance with Eloise, Damien doesn’t intend to let her slip between his fingers again.

Aaron Ambrose, the mighty king of Heavengate kingdom is destined to die. He, however, can change his fate by sacrificing the one thing he thinks he doesn't possess. His heart. He does not believe that death could course through him. But, the prophecy is set. Death is on it's way and the person to buy his sacrifice is unknown. On the other side of the kingdom lives Mariana Clifton. A beautiful, innocent and hardworking seamstress who weaves a beautiful dream of living in a small house with a loving husband and have lots of children. But once she makes clothes for the wicked king, her destiny is irrevocably sewed with his. Aaron finds Mariana pretty interesting. Mariana tries to stay away from the insufferable king but he has made his home in her mind. They both does not know what life holds ahead. In between their teasing and trying to bear each other, will they bare their hearts to each other? Are they even meant to? If yes, will they be able to overcome the barriers of their fates? Can they both together make death move back? ----------- Excerpt: Aaron held Mariana's slim fingers in his calloused hand, tangling his fingers with hers. His other hand raised to wipe the tear that slipped from her eye. "I'll happily die a thousand deaths, Mariana, to live even a day with you. I'll happily die a thousand deaths if I get to die in your arms." He caressed her trembling bottom lip with his thumb, relishing it's softness. "If my death can make you stay close to me, then I'm ready to die in the most painful way." Placing his thumb beneath her chin, he slowly made her raise her head and meet his eyes. "Tell me you'll be with me till the day I die." Her brown eyes, which were filled with tears, eyed him with an unidentifiable emotion. And when finally, she gave a small nod, Aaron leaned forward to let his lips meet hers.

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

Seo Jein was a perfectly normal 23-year-old man, he lived his life and was reading a novel called The Hope For A Better World (THFABW) since he was 17 years old and now, He is in this world and will change the destiny of this world.

What if, in an alternate universe, Lord Krishna never existed during the era of the Mahabharata? What if Karna was never found by a charioteer, but was instead taken away by the Sun God, Surya, when Kunti abandoned him? Instead of being called as Sutaputra or Radheya, what is he is called the son of Goddess Sangya? What if Karna’s birth was not an accident but carried a cosmic purpose? In this world, with no Lord Krishna, the enemies whom he slew, like Narakasura and Kamsa, exist... their actions bound to leave deep marks on history. And what happens to the Pandavas with no Lord Krishna to show them the way? Will they be forced to take drastic steps? How would the history turn out? This fanfiction reimagines the epic with Karna at its center, not only as a warrior caught in royal conflicts of the Kuru Dynasty, but as a man searching for the true reason behind his existence. **** Note: This is just a fanfiction. Don't take it too seriously about certain events or actions.

I am the only son of the Dukes of Connaught and Strathearn, and the grandson of Her Majesty Queen Victoria of the British Empire. Now, in the name and honor of the House of Saxe-Coburg and Gotha, I swear upon my life to witness and safeguard the rise of this land — to unite all the people of Australia and New Zealand under one new name, and to watch our destiny unfold together. Long live Australasia! A tale of royal legacy, ambition, and the birth of a new empire at the edge of the world. Australasia novel, historical fiction, British Empire story, Queen Victoria descendant, royal alternate history, Australia rise, New Zealand union, time of empires, colonial historical drama, House of Saxe Coburg Gotha, royal family saga, Australasia unification, Victorian era story, alternate history novel, British royalty fiction, imperial expansion novel

( MAIN STORY ) Azure For the Love Princesses A trip through a Cauldron with Nu-13 caused Haru to transported back to ancient China. Here he ends up surrounded by warrior girls who are all genderfliped expies of nearly all the male characters from the Romance of the Three Kingdoms era. With a new destiny as the "Messenger of Heaven", Haru must strive to adjust to this new world and to the presence of the girls who trust him and guide them to peace and victory. Koihime fic! Featuring OC MC with Ragna the Bloodage backstory. ( BONUS STORY ) Haru the Bloodage AD 2199. The world is covered in seithr and mankind is forced to live in Hierarchical cities, ascending constructions similar to towers. The 13th Hierarchical City of Kagutsuchi has been infiltrated by a man with the most bounty in the world. He is Haru the Bloodedge, the "Grim Reaper'", a man who possesses the Azure Grimoire. Thus, the wheel of fate begins to turn. A retelling of BlazBlue story with my OC replacing Ragna.

He claims she belongs to another man… but he looks at her like she’s already his. Aveline Willowgrave was born to wealth, dignity… and a future she would never live to claim. At ten years old, she watched her parents die. The years that followed were worse. Her uncle stole her inheritance, her home, and her freedom. And at last… he sold her. She was masked, chained, and priced like livestock before a room of hungry men. Just as the crowd surges forward to strip her bare, a single voice cuts through the auction… A bid so high it silences the entire hall. A knight from Greenvale. He does not save her. He buys her. And when he removes his helmet, Aveline’s breath catches. Theron. The quiet orphan boy she once mocked when her world was still soft and golden. Now, he stands before her, powerful, controlled… and impossible to read. He tells her she was never meant for him. She was purchased as a gift, for Prince Vaelor of Greenvale, the Crown Prince whispered to be as cruel as he is untouchable. Cornered between slavery and a fate worse than death, Aveline makes the only choice left to her. “Don’t give me to the prince,” she whispers. “Take me as your mistress instead.” But Theron did not return to her life by accident. He has his own reasons. His own secrets. And as Aveline is drawn into Greenvale’s glittering court, she begins to wonder... Why did he choose her? Why did he disappear days before her parents died? And why, when he looks at her now, does it feel less like hatred… and more like something far more dangerous?

“In an age where knowledge cuts deeper than knives, Victoria is about to learn far more than is safe for any soul to bear.” Victoria and Robert were torn from the gentle dullness of their ordinary century and cast into a realm governed by proto-concepts—those ancient, unblinking truths from which life, death, and divinity themselves are carved. Proclaimed “Heroes” by a world too desperate to question its own choices, they were commanded to rise in strength, confront a Demon Lord, and deliver salvation to a land that had never been theirs. Robert donned the mantle with the fervour of a man stepping into destiny. Victoria… hesitated. And in that hesitation, something old—older than scripture, older than light—turned its gaze toward her. She felt its attention like a draft through a locked room. In a moment poised between terror and terrible understanding, she accepted its offer: a contract sealed in silence, a year of her life exchanged for a thing that should never have been permitted to exist. Not in this world. Not in any. She did not yet grasp that, in straying from the Hero’s ordained path, she had not merely shifted her fate— she had begun to unwrite the very scaffolding of her humanity. Now Victoria walks like a phantom through a world that has marched on without her— one year behind the celebrated Hero, yet burdened with an insight so sharp it threatens to cut her free from mortality itself. She can now trespass upon knowledge forbidden to scholars, sorcerers, or even those who stand at the pinnacle of human mastery. She commits the kind of acts whispered only of beings who have stepped beyond the human threshold… and never returned. And in a world built on primordial, immovable truths, one truth endures: Knowledge is power. But power, when mishandled, becomes a curse that devours its bearer— quietly, inevitably, like rot beneath embroidered silk.

Felix, a business elite, died in a car accident under a heavy truck, but his soul accidentally traveled to New York in 1860 and became a 19-year-old Irish youth with nothing. With only 100 dollars in his pocket, he built a canning factory from scratch using modern business thinking, expanding it to become a company. During the turbulent years of the Civil War, his assets soared thanks to precise planning. With the advent of the Gilded Age, he expanded into oil, steel, military industry, railroads, and even ventured into media, real estate, electrical technology, and the hotel industry. From a contemporary elite to a 19th-century pauper, how did he create a multi-faceted, top-tier family tycoon in America a century ago? This is a translation America 1860: Building a Financial Tycoon from Scratch 美利坚1860：从零开始当财阀

A thousand years of history. One infinite library. No way home. When a modern-day engineer wakes up in the damp, freezing solar of a 12th-century manor, he finds himself trapped in the body of Thomas, a minor noble with a failing reputation and a wife who despises him. He has no magic system, no leveling up, and no celestial guide. All he has is the smartphone in his pocket—invisible to everyone else, perpetually charged, and still connected to the internet of 2026. In a world where a simple infection is a death sentence and the Church’s word is law, Thomas must use the sum of human knowledge to survive. From implementing basic germ theory to discovering hidden silver veins and forging high-carbon steel, he begins a quiet revolution from the mud up.

Odesse had always made sure she never got too close to the wolves. A human servant living beneath the rule of the Silverclaw Pack, Odesse survives quietly in a world where humans are weak, disposable, and forgotten. But everything changes the night she accidentally intrudes on a sacred mating ceremony and receives the impossible — the Alpha’s mark. Valex, the feared and cursed Alpha King of the Moonlight Pack, has spent years carrying the rumors of death and destruction. Every woman who ever mated with him died, and the curse surrounding him cost him his throne, his reputation, and nearly his humanity. So when a human girl appears bearing his mark, the wolf world is thrown into chaos. Taken into Moonlight Palace as Valex’s personal servant, Odesse soon finds herself trapped between fear and attraction as an uncontrollable bond pulls them closer together. But while desire grows, so do the secrets surrounding her existence. Nightmares haunt her sleep. Black blood stains her tears. Visions blur the line between reality and illusion. And hidden truths about her parents, her bloodline, and the Moon Spirit begin to surface. As rival packs scheme, enemies watch from the shadows, and an ancient curse tightens around Valex, Odesse discovers she may not only be tied to his fate… but to the fate of the entire wolf kingdom. In a world ruled by power, betrayal, and dangerous love, Odesse must decide whether her bond with Valex will become her salvation… or the very thing that destroys them both. From servant to Alpha Queen, her destiny was never ordinary.

Chen Wanqing is over eighteen and still unmarried. One day, her grandmother comes to visit, wanting to give the marriage painstakingly arranged for her to her younger cousin, and her cousin's fiancé to her. Sisters swapping fiancés—if word got out, it would be a huge laughingstock. Chen Wanqing firmly refuses! Her younger cousin, furious and desperate, confronts her: "In your last life, you took a winding path for half your life before finally choosing him. Now, I'm letting you two be a loving couple ten years earlier. What are you hesitating for!" Chen Wanqing: "!" * The difference in Zhao Jing's life, from being a commoner to enjoying a prosperous official career and leaving his name in history, was just one Chen Wanqing. * Younger cousin: "What about Zhao Jing's bad luck? What about his life full of hardships? How is it that after marrying my older cousin, he has risen rapidly and enjoys a prosperous official career?" I'm totally freaking out! Could it be that I was reborn just to bring them together sooner!

Married to a feared Lord of Sin, a witch must survive his hunger and unravel the truth about his power and her own destiny. Lucrezia Bathory has lived as an outcast from her pack until married to the rumored Devil’s Incarnate of Dreadwyn. A land built on souls of the dead and the throne of human bones—an ugly creature of the dark with sharp fangs, claws, and a monstrous form—known to eat the flesh of the innocent, and drink the marrow of the wicked. To protect her family and House Bathory, Lucrezia carries the cross as sacrifice to prove her birthright. But who knew the creature wedded wasn't as described in the tome as ‘ugly’ but a Sin destined to lure her astray. A Daydream disguised as a Nightmare, and a Nightmare of many colors. *** EXCERPT “You want to know what I want?” He stepped forward, pinning her gaze deep into his bright hazel eyes, reminding her sanity she just treaded the wrong question. When he drew closer, she stepped back, heart drumming loud that its rhythmic sound replaced the sudden silence sealed with heat, until the back of her legs hit the table behind, taking her weight along its surface. Gods… she was only wearing a silk night gown, and the windows were perfectly closed, hearth warm enough against the cold yet she was burning. “I can’t breathe, Lucreiza,” He pronounced her name like a sinful prayer, and she gulped, her mouth almost hanging from delusion. “I can't breathe because you’re fucking me with your scent. I’m going crazy with every passing second I breathe, and seeing you like this, utterly bare, makes me want to make you beg.” It was so short, but she could feel every power, every restrian, every pleasure, just by words alone. How insane can it drive her, were determined by her reaction. Unknown emotions she has never felt before, emotions that heated and chilled her all at the same time. A gasp escaped her lips when he pressed closer, and her legs parted unconsciously, conceding to his unexpressed demand. Now she was pinned in between the body of a monster. One whom she should fear, but felt… expectation? He leaned in and she stuttered a breath, throwing her head back as his fangs grazed her skin in a manner that’s supposed to make her crawl. Run. But instead, it made her desperate. “You don't know even half of what I want, half of what I need.” At this point, Lucreiza’s mind was a totally mess that nothing else registered apart from what he was doing to her. “I’m not just the monster you should fear, witch. I’m the Devil you should deny,” That was the thing… she couldn’t reject him. Fear him. Stir clear. Run. Nothing else made sense to her apart from the burning flames in her chest, the one she never knew when exactly it transpired. The world seemed to cease when she opened her mouth and uttered the damnation, that even the heavens screamed warning from above. “Y-yes,” she whispered, voice hanging from ecstasy. “M-Make me b-beg,” PS: MATURED CONTENT. #webnovel