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The fjord lay calm, its surface like polished glass, reflecting the leaden clouds hanging in the sky. Flocks of ravens circled back and forth, heralding the bitter northern winds soon to sweep southward. This was the very first scene the protagonist beheld after traveling through time to ninth-century Scandinavia. He had become nothing more than an ordinary self-sufficient farmer, with only a barren, desolate wheat field to his name. For centuries, the glory of the Roman Empire had crumbled into dust. The world lay shattered, kings waged endless wars against one another, and in this turbulent, dark Middle Ages, his first task was simply to survive—then, somehow, to find a way to end the chaos… .......... HeadOver to my patreon for 75+ advanced chapters: patreon.com/YonkoSlayer

Prince Dario had always been an outcast in the Shaakina Kingdom. Half human, half vampire and heir to a deadly legacy, he walked the shadows of his palace alone. But everything changes the moment he meets Princess Thana Henrick,a fiery human girl who challenges him in ways no one ever has. Every glance, every touch, pawakens a power inside him he cannot control. A power that could destroy her…Torn between desire and fear, Dario must uncover the truth about his past, confront the demons both inside and outside him, and face a destiny that could either claim their love… or their lives. In a kingdom of vampires, demons, and humans, love is forbidden, but fate is relentless.

Before heaven, there was no heaven. Before earth, there was no earth. Before all things, there was Wuji - 無極. This is not a story. This is a record. A record of what existed before form, before name, before distinction. A record of how stillness became movement, how movement became division, and how division became the ten thousand things. Gods. Demons. Judges of hell. Kings of heaven. Creatures of mountain and sea. All are recorded here. Not as legend. Not as interpretation. But as they were written. This text gathers the oldest surviving accounts of ancient Chinese cosmology, mythology, and underworld law - and retells them in the form they were meant to be remembered: Flat. Direct. Unexplained. The way records are meant to be kept. Read it carefully. Because what is recorded here is not separate from you. All things come from Wuji. All things return to Wuji. You are included. This record continues alongside the narrative of Hell Difficulty : The Reincarnation of Yanluo Wang i posted this novel to royalroad too with the same username

"Do you think dragons are real?" Dame Adela Rosalie Oleander is a knight, like the Grand Duke Caius Valentino Langstone, but her devotion and loyalty to the emperor makes them enemies. They were once good acquaintances who unexpectedly got along well, but fate separated them before they had the chance to become proper friends. After having no contact for nearly a decade, they see each other again. However, that night, Adela had one mission; it was to put the Grand Duke's severed head under the Emperor's feet. During this mission, both the 'expected' and the 'unexpected' happens. The unexpected? Both of them get trapped in a space, whereas they co-existed in peace and learn of a centuries' old mystery... that may or may not be connected to the both of them. ;> aleatory (adjective) /ˈālēəˌtôrē/ : by chance; by luck; unpredictable; random.

The realm is bleeding, caught in the perpetual meat grinder of four sovereign empires locked in total war. Deception, plundering, and endless slaughter are the daily realities, all boiling down to a single, primal law: kill or be killed. The death toll stopped mattering centuries ago; today, the blood spilled is simply the price of their sole obsession,the absolute destruction of their enemies. Each faction is driven by its own dark ideology. The Human Empire believes the only way to end the chaos is through complete conquest and the absolute subjugation of the realm. High in their pristine lands, the Elves use devastating magic to "purify" the world, viewing the other three races as a rotting plague infecting their sacred lands. The highly intelligent Dwarves run the realm's war engine as hyper-industrialists, building terrifying siege engines for profit and mechanical superiority. Meanwhile, the Greenskin Horde:a terrifying alliance of swarming Goblins and massive, tree-splintering Orcs fights a bitter, desperate war of survival and revenge. Yet, paradoxically, a twenty-kilometer scar of land between their borders remains untouched. Known as No Man's Land, it is the only safe haven in the world, a fragile, sacred truce forged by the First Rulers back in Age 0. It stands today as an ironclad monument to the collective cries of the countless innocents who burned in the ancient crossfire, a rule honored by even the most ruthless generals. In a world consumed by bloodshed, the true battle isn't just for survival it's to see who will be left standing when the ashes finally settle.

Gu Xu was born a noble, but lived a beggar on scraps. With a drunk, trash father and a ruined household, he grew up fat, clumsy, and looked down on by the entire tribe. He only wanted to fit in...but people only laughed! His fiancée couldn't even spare him a single smile. But on the night of the pre-coming-of-age ceremony, everything was destroyed. Poisoned and framed, he made a fool of himself in front of everyone! His engagement was publicly broken — as he was branded inauspicious and useless by the Cheetah tribe's shaman! That night, Gu Xu learned the cruelest lesson of all: If you are useless, even your family will abandon you! If you are weak, no one will stand beside you! This is the story of Chief Gu Xu and his unlikely road to the station of becoming his tribe's leader.

In 2025, Eshaan Vikram Shresth is an archaeology professor at the New Nalanda University - brilliant, overlooked, and quietly consumed by a love of civilizations that died before the world could appreciate them. When he follows a hidden alignment in the ruins of the original Nalanda into a subterranean sanctum, he stumbles upon a secret the world has kept for over two millennia. The Nine Unknown Men, the legendary society founded by Emperor Ashoka the Great after the Kalinga War, are real. They have kept their vigil across centuries, guarding nine books of knowledge so dangerous that no single era could be trusted with them. And one of those books - the Ninth, has been waiting. For him. The Quill of Sociogenesis, dark and iridescent and impossibly alive, does not ask Eshaan's permission. It chose him. And next thing Eshaan knew, he is ten years old, frail, suffering from a disease and lying in a clerk's house in Pataliputra and the year is 1178 CE. He carries two things into this new life: the accumulated knowledge of a modern historian who has spent his career studying exactly what went wrong with India, and the mark of a cosmic mandate written in his own flesh. He knows the invasions coming. He knows the betrayals, the fractures, the missed chances. He has read every book, studied every empire that rose and fell in this soil. Now he will build the one that doesn't. Disclaimer - This Novel series is an Isekai medieval India historical fiction. I don't wish to hurt anyone's feelings and would like to trace an alternative history for Indian Subcontinent, exploring the possibilities if the events unfolded in a different way.

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)

Alexei, a transmigrator reborn as the Tsarevich of Imperial Russia, carrying the memories of lives shaped by hardship and survival. Thrust into a world of court etiquette, political tension, and looming upheaval, he must learn to navigate his new identity while quietly preparing for what lies ahead. As he adapts to imperial life, Alexei begins a dangerous journey of self-discovery, blending past experience with the realities of a changing world in order to survive. Author's note: Story about Alexei Nikolaevich Romanov - SI Alternate history - Alexei Nikolaevich Romanov was born as the first child of the Tsar. This story won't go into details about history. But there will be some that will be included in the story. This is a dark tone story. You have been warned. Disclaimer: All historical figures, countries, locations, and events portrayed in this work are products of fiction and are not intended to mirror real-world counterparts. Any viewpoints or statements expressed by the narrator or characters are purely fictional and should not be interpreted as the author’s own.

“So where is she now? Dome?” Baphomet questioned. He had to reserve a lot of his abilities lest he fractured a part of this reality with his current abilities. He could only have complete control once in his original body. So his range of perspective was limited, and Erm would then be aware that he was here. He smirked at the surprise she would have upon figuring out he was in the same realm as she was. Erm by now already knew May wasn’t working alone, and she would most likely come to the conclusion that there was another deity involved. May shook her head, her beaded braids clinking. “She is in Ion.” His eyes subtly widened and then narrowed as his smirk increased. Was she also waiting for the Broken lands to open? Niya was heading there too. “It is decided.” He stood, staring down at May with a pleased grin. “We will head there. You will hide in my shadow.” He looked forward to seeing the interaction between the two relatives. Niya was certainly not going to be pleased and it could only get fun from there. “There is one thing. It is not good news either,” May pressed forward, her face forlorn. “Which is why I ask for punishment.” This was the first time she had failed after all the tasks she had done for him. “She has managed to unlock her core.”

All Sion wanted was the silence of the village. After faking his death, the former Alpha Prince , Caleum Valen,now lives as Sion ,a man the villagers whisper about as the shameless Omega who constantly craves the touch of Alphas. He ignores the insults, choosing to find peace in his hidden garden and the orphans he secretly protects. But peace never lasts. Haunted by his mother's betrayal , a body slowly breaking from changes,and ghosts from the past forcing him to reclaim the throne , Sion's quiet life begins to crack when Darius-the man who once promised to stay by his side and broke that promise,appears at his door. Between unspoken regret, lingering loyalty, and a bond neither of them managed to sever, Sion must face a truth he's been avoiding: Can he truly live in peace... or will the blood he abandoned drag him back to the crown? A historical omegaverse romance between a fallen alpha prince turned recessive omega and the beta knight who never truly left him.

Eva's Pov— "Eyan…" my voice trembled, the words barely escaping my lips. "Are you… Kyel?" He smiled faintly, the warmth I once knew gone from his eyes. "Looks like you found out," he said, his tone light, almost mocking. "Finally. Now I don't have to play this tedious game anymore." My heart thudded painfully. "What are you saying?" He stepped closer, his shadow falling over me. "That's right," he whispered, his voice low and sharp. "I am Kyel..." The word cut through me like a blade. My breath hitched. "No… no, you're lying. You're not my Kyel....you are not my husband." He leaned closer, his eyes cruel. "Then how do I know about the mole just below your right shoulder blade? The one only your husband would ever see?" I froze. He was telling the truth. My lips trembled. "Why… why did you lie to me, Eyan?" "Your Majesty," he snapped suddenly. I blinked. "W-what?" "You are not allowed to call me by name," he said coldly. "Call me what I am. Your Majesty." Tears burned my eyes. "Kyel… please, tell me why. If there's a reason—" "No," he interrupted. "There was no reason." My heart twisted painfully. "What?" "I lied because I wanted to," he said flatly. "I had no reason. And I owe you no explanation." I stared at him in disbelief. "But I'm your wife—" He laughed bitterly. "No. You're not my wife. You're just a woman I shared my bed with." My tears finally fell. "You said you loved me…" His voice turned to ice. "It was all a lie. I—Eyan Lucien Therald—never loved you. Not once." The world spun around me. He turned away, pulled open a drawer, and thrust a parchment toward me. "Sign this." My fingers shook as I took it. "What… is this?" "Divorce papers," he said coldly. "I've already signed. All that's left is your signature." "Divorce…" I whispered, my voice breaking. "Once you sign, we're done," he said. "You'll leave Velmoria and never return." Tears blurred my vision. "What about… our child that I'm carrying?" I stepped closer, my voice shaking. "Don't tell me you don't care about our child, too." He turned. "No. I don't." My heart stopped. "You… don't care?" "You were the one who wanted a child. I never did. But I gave you one. Isn't that enough?" I shook my head, sobbing. "Please, stop… please." "Now sign the papers," he said coldly. "Take the child with you and get out of Velmoria. Never show me that face again." "No. I won't." His voice thundered through the room. "Guards!" The door burst open. "Yes, Your Majesty?" "Take her out of this room," he ordered without looking at me. "Throw her out of the palace—and make sure she never steps foot inside again." I screamed, struggling against the guards' grip. "Eyan! Please—listen to me! Don't do this!" But he didn't turn around. Not once. As the doors slammed shut behind me, I looked at him one last time— and the love I always saw in his eyes… was no longer there. --------------------------------------------------------

When Rosalind follows her father to a grand banquet in the kingdom of Ewyndor, she expects nothing but humiliation as her father intends to pawn her off to settle his gambling debts. Rosalind is fiercely unwilling to be controlled and is definitely unprepared for the attention of King Alaric, the kingdom’s feared tyrant whose dangerous charm and ruthless reputation make the bravest men tremble and women weak in their knees. Intrigued by her defiance, Alaric claims Rosalind as his own, and suddenly she is trapped in his castle, under the scrutiny of his watchful eyes, sinful tongue, and burning touch. Desperate to escape, she discovers a secret ally in a mysterious servant, one whose true identity shocks her and forces her to question everything she thought was real, with the fact that her father hadn't been in debt at all but had handed her to the malicious king with evil intentions. Rosalind finds herself caught between two men: the controlling, prideful king who desires her completely, and the enigmatic servant who sees her as more than a prize. In a palace where deception is law and freedom is impossible, can Rosalind survive and who will truly claim her heart?

What happens when a top modern actor transmigrates into the body of Liu Bingyi, the least fortunate grandson of the Han Dynasty emperor? Survival or destruction depends entirely on his acting skills! Liu Bingyi is the most humiliated great-grandson of Emperor Wu of Han. Imprisoned at birth, he is released to wander the streets of Chang'an, where he becomes a despised hoodlum. However, this time he arrives with the 'Supreme Hero System'! Before the powerful minister Huo Guang, he appears trembling and subservient, like a puppet, while before the common people, he presents himself as a carefree, idle playboy. He possesses explosive martial prowess and, in the silent night, he transforms into a god of war, personally reaping the lives of those who attempt to overthrow the emperor. 'General, this dragon throne is too hard; my back aches. Why don't you sit on it?" he says with a humble smile, activating the "Huo Family Extermination" countdown on the system panel. Watch as he stages the grandest comeback epic on the stage of the Han Empire, from death row to Weiyang Palace and from the streets of Chang'an to the deserts of the Western Regions.

Alternative Title: Villain's Saviour, Game Over Again Lin Ji’an, a modern master chef, never expected to wake up inside a dog-blood BL cultivation novel. Worse, she transmigrated into the role of the "vicious cannon fodder", the crossdressing Third Young Master destined to humiliate the future Villain and die a miserable death by his hand. Her mission? Simple. Feed the starving slave boy and the future villain, Xie Wangchen, fix his broken body, and make sure his "Blackening Value" doesn't hit 100% and destroy the world. She beats up the arrogant Heir, face-slaps the evil Stepmother, and cooks her way into the Villain’s heart, purely to survive, of course! But as they head to the Celestial Sword Sect, Lin Ji’an realises something is wrong. She thought she was raising a cute, obedient little brother. She thought she was just a "straight bro" helping him out. She thought the main plot’s protagonists would chase the original MC. So why is the Villain looking at her with eyes darker than the abyss? Why is he threatening to cripple anyone who smiles at her? And why are the original male leads suddenly lining up to taste her cooking? Lin Ji’an: "I’m just here to cook and survive! I’m straight! And I’m a girl!" Xie Wangchen, who was sharpening his sword, looked up with a smirk tugging in the corner of his lips, "Luggage? No. You are my world. And I never let go of what is mine."

“I would rather go to war than marry him.” Prince Aurelian never expected his fate to be sealed with a single decision—a political marriage to his enemy, Prince Draven of Nightbane. Cold. Unreadable. Infuriating. Everything Aurelian despises. Forced to share a room, a future, and a name, their rivalry only burns hotter. But behind Draven’s silence lies something dangerous, and behind Aurelian’s defiance hides a heart that may not be as guarded as he thinks. As jealousy rises, tensions snap, and secrets unfold, one truth becomes impossible to ignore— The villain may have fallen first… but the prince might fall harder.

In the heart of the Aethelgard Empire, the Valerius dynasty reigns—believed to be the direct descendants of the Ancient Dragons. The Crown Prince is known as the "Diamond Prince" for his breathtaking beauty, but he is equally famous for his frail health and delicate constitution. ‎Upon entering the Imperial Academy, he must navigate a shark tank of high-stakes politics and the five sons of the Empire’s most powerful Dukes. These young men are dangerous, possessive, and dangerously obsessed with him. However, the world is mistaken. The Prince is not a victim; he is a master strategist playing the role of "prey" to lure out traitors. While pretending to be weak, he uses the Dukes' obsession to consolidate power and protect his father’s throne.

A man from the 21st century opens his eyes in Rome in 87 BC and discovers that he can clone himself without limit. In a time of chaos and ambition, he will use his ability to survive, crush his rivals, and build a power that could change the fate of Rome.

Before the great Mughal Empire, the world feared only one name: The Mongols. They were a storm that destroyed everything in its path. But they made one mistake—they left a young boy alive. Ulfat ul Baet was a child of peace and faith, traveling with his scholar-father and gentle mother. In a single night of horror, the Mongols didn't just attack his caravan; they stole his parents' identities. By wearing the clothes of his mother and father, the invaders tricked Ulfat into a false embrace before murdering his family before his eyes. Dragged into the freezing North as a slave, Ulfat is subjected to years of brutal torture. The Mongols want to break his body, his language, and his Islam. But while they watch his hands work the dirt, they fail to see his mind building a fortress. Ulfat doesn't want to kill the Khan with a sword. He wants to destroy the Mongol Empire from the inside. Through a stroke of culinary genius and psychological manipulation, Ulfat uses the "bond of bread and salt" to fascinate the aging King. In a move that shocks the world, the outsider is named the Successor to the Throne. Now, the slave is the King. But Ulfat hasn't forgotten the blue silk scarf in his pocket or the blood on the Steppe. As the new ruler, he begins a terrifying "Governmental Force." He doesn't burn their cities—he breaks their spirits. He forces the proudest warriors to bow at his parents' graves and slowly rots the empire’s foundation until they have nothing left but their shame. But as Ulfat nears his final revenge, he faces his greatest enemy: his own soul. Will he destroy the world to avenge his past, or will a single memory of his mother's mercy save him before he loses his faith forever?

He died once — pushed to death by the one person who had spent years making his life hell. || He woke up in someone else's body. Someone else's wedding. Someone else's empire. The rules of his new life were simple: smile at the banquets, pour the tea, be the perfect house-husband. Survive. Gerffron Wadee was very good at surviving. He had already done it once, in a different body, in a different world, under the hands of someone who hated him for simply existing. || He had not planned on Styrmir. He had not planned on the boy locked in the dungeon beneath the estate — eighteen years old, body wasted to half that, eyes like winter that had forgotten it was allowed to melt. He had not planned on the way that boy flinched at raised voices but never at his. Had not planned on the nights spent teaching him to read, the mornings teaching him to fight, the quiet dangerous in-between hours that felt like something Gerffron had never once been allowed to have. || He told himself it was pity. Then responsibility. He ran out of lies around the time Styrmir started looking at him like he was the only fixed point in a spinning world. The Duke has her own secrets. The Crown Prince has his own designs. And the past Gerffron thought he'd left behind in another life has followed him across worlds, wearing a brand new face. Gerffron Wadee has survived one lifetime of being destroyed by someone he trusted. He knows exactly how dangerous it is to let someone matter. || He lets Styrmir matter anyway. || Because some loves don't ask permission. They just arrive — quiet, inevitable, and absolutely impossible to undo. BL isekai | slow burn | dark secrets | he came back to life just to lose his heart all over again