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When faced with either death or suffering, what would you choose? I was forced to make that decision, and it left me stranded in the marvel universe, under the thumb of the all-powerful Heavenly Dao. Now, I spend my days running from death; seeking eternity. (This is being crossposted from QQ onto other sites, so if you see it elsewhere under the username 'Mayschoss', know that It's me.) New chapter every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday.

The night Selene turns ten, her world burns. Her family is slaughtered under the Alpha King’s banner. Her pack is erased from history. Her little sister dies screaming in the garden they once played in. And on Selene’s forehead, a mark appears. The Crimson Crescent. The symbol of a prophecy powerful enough to terrify kings. Hunted, orphaned, and forced into hiding, Selene grows up in the shadows with only grief, rage, and a vow carved into her bones. She will survive. She will return. And she will make the man responsible pay in blood. Eight years later, Selene infiltrates the royal castle as a servant, hiding her identity behind a false name and lowered eyes. Every day she walks the halls of power. Every night she sharpens her hatred. The Alpha King is closer than ever. Close enough to kill. But the monster she prepared herself to face is not the man she finds. As secrets unravel and the truth behind the massacre begins to surface, Selene is trapped between vengeance and something far more dangerous. Desire. Loyalty. Choice. Because the prophecy was never about destruction alone. It was about a queen rising from ashes. And deciding who deserves to burn.

Becoming a Mutant: At the very beginning, Lancelot awakens the god-level “Pupil Lottery System.” Eyes of power—Geass, Reincarnation Eyes, Shared Eyes, Copy Eyes, Jianjigu, and the Deadly Magic Eye—fall under his control. Thus begins the legendary Eye Saga in Marvel. Geass·Absolute Command: “Black Emperor Xiao, serve me as your king. Serve me as your master. Obey me… until death.” Mutant Reverses the Future: The timeline fractures under the Mutant’s power. Lancelot opens the Reincarnation Eyes, forcing humanity to feel true pain. The Super Shenluo Tianzheng erupts, nuclearizing the world with unstoppable force. Apocalypse Advent Era: Lancelot confronts Susan, stepping over Apocalypse itself, turning the ancient villain into a six-way puppet under his command. Sorcerer Supreme? “Ancient One, in front of my Copy Eyes, all your magic will be replicated, perfected, and optimized.” Thor? “Your Meow Hammer bears the Word of Odin? It’s already overwritten… by me.” Avengers? Against my Mutant army, even Earth’s mightiest heroes tremble. Star-Lord of the Guardians of the Galaxy? “Kid, you’re cute. But you really can’t compete.”

“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.

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)

Three Princes, One Crown. Following the order of the Emperor, Three princes from different kingdoms sets out as mere men. Crowns hidden, no guards , true identity concealed. In the bustling central kingdom, fate entwines them. William, playful yet persistent, finds himself drawn to Adrian- an elegant prince whose beauty hides thorns sharper than blades. What happens when they find out they are rivals for the throne but it was too late because feelings weights as much as the crown? But shadows move.The third prince and an assassin were lingering, waiting to take their lives. The third Prince- far; yet close, moves in Secret. While Dada, an assassin sent to slay the princes at the Emperor's command, finds his heart ensnared by the one man he should never love. #Romance #Prince #hiddenidentity #boyslove #MxM #smut #rival

Betrayed,plotted against,and killed. Elodie Adedora’s corpse was left to glaciate in a cold abyss… but why does this protagonist wake up seven years later? … Far away, off the outskirts of the Solaria kingdom, where the sun and warmth were scarce. A dark cave, lit only by the dim reflection of silver chains, suspending a single person to an icy wall. The person's skin, dark and covered in winters frost. The hairs on her head and eyelashes were grey, covered by tiny icicles. Her lips, pale of all color, cracked, and like the rest of her, cold. But, slowly, her lips were the first to melt. Her eyes started to flutter open, revealing brown eyes flickering with white. A bright, illuminating, magical white. "Kill the queen. You must kill the queen. That is why you are alive." The iridescent shimmer of white began to spread across her body, intertwining itself with the natural ebony color of her skin that was stuck to her bones. The intense frail appearance of the girl filled out into a healthy complexion. The melting ice dripped like water down her skin, and the more that dripped, the more alive the unconscious body seemed to become.  Just as a first warm breath escaped the girl's mouth, a spiteful emotion bubbled up to the surface, flashing across the girl's eyes. Pain, suffering, and betrayal. Those were the three most prevalent in her expression. One of the three must've been a feeling strong enough to revive the dead. The chains on her arms were thick and bulky, frosted over with a glaze of ice and frost. In a second however, she ripped her arms away from the stone that in prisoned her, falling weakly to other side, where her other arm remained suspended to the ice wall. A screamed ripped out of the girl who had just awoken, the voice of regret. It echoed against the walls of the cave. Her restraints shattered in a horrifying unison, metal bits flying in different directions in the room. Falling to the ground, her shivering body hit the ice floor below her. The ice ground made direct contact with her knees and forearms. Under the intense contact, they scraped and peeled. Yet, the girl's hands and knees held strong as she stood up. Her dark, raven black hair fell in front of her face, a protruding but delicate nose bridge interrupted its flow.  "You will never be forgiven..." Were the first words to leave the girl's lips. The white flickers and crackles in her eyes and across her skin had calmed. The iridescent shimmer had also vanished, and yet,  Now was the moment the girl appeared the most intimidating, warm tears of anger had overtaken the melted ice on her skin, obstructing parts of her vision. She raised her head, and with it, a stem of green glow manifested from no where. In her palms, the white shimmer of light had now turned a threatening forest green. In this icy prison was where the infamous evil witch was held captive. It would also be the same place which this story begins.

Back in 2017, armed with a system that simulates football matches, Zackery became the head coach of Sunderland in the Premier League. [You simulated a match against Manchester United, resulting in a 0-2 loss] [You simulated another match against Manchester United, now with a 3-2 victory] Because he could simulate matches endlessly and then use the best results, 's team's win rate increased dramatically, instantly becoming a rising star in the coaching world. Through this continuous simulation process, Zackery could also deeply study and experiment with new tactics, gradually developing into the world's best tactician! As he led Sunderland to the top of the world, passionate songs filled the skies above the Stadium of Light: "My heart is with Sunderland!" ....

ai made Short Story of Raghunath a Maratha Ruler and the founder of Akhanda Bharat

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

5 People who have never met, come together through an unlikely situation. They are the only ones who can stop 2 evil men from doing whatever they want, to whomever they want, whenever they want.

In 21st-century Lagos, cutthroat businesswoman Zara Adeyemi is poison by a backstabbing partner on the eve of her biggest deal. Hey dying curse becomes destiny when she awakens as 15-year-old Princess Aminatu of Zazzau 1550 CE--

In Illuminés, the City of a Thousand Lights, power belongs to alphas and obedience is carved into the bones of omegas. Soren was supposed to be safe a beta, invisible, untouchable. But fate branded him with the rarest mark: an Omega Dominant, a living anomaly whose beauty could ignite wars and whose scent could bend kings to their knees. He hides behind layers of powder and lies, serving in the Palace of Golden Ashes where predators roam and secrets bleed through gilded walls. Every breath is a gamble, every glance a blade. Because if they discover what he is, he won’t just lose his freedom he’ll lose himself. And when the Alpha of Alphas turns his gaze toward him, survival becomes a dangerous game of desire and power. PS: It my first tentative to write a novel so it will not be perfect but I will still try enjoy☺️

Seven years into his transmigration into the Harry Potter world, Vincent Moriarty had finally secured a position as a Muggle Studies professor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. But when he woke one morning, he found himself thrust into yet another transmigration — and this time, he had crossed into the body of a woman. At that very same moment, Bernadette, the Queen Mystic, awoke to find herself trapped within Vincent Moriarty's body This is a work of translation! I do not own anything!

In an age of blood, steel, and freezing spray, a Viking’s worth is measured by the swing of his axe. They are raiders. They are conquerors. They are the terror of the North. Ragnar, the eighteen-year-old bastard son of a starving chieftain, is none of these things. Just a month ago, he was a Senior Naval Architect in Seattle, designing high-efficiency cargo vessels. Now, he stands on a frozen fjord in 865 AD, facing a suicide mission to England that threatens to wipe out his village. Mocked for his refusal to raid and his obsession with "wizard words" like logistics and drag coefficients, Ragnar is dismissed as a coward. But they are all wrong. Where they see a longship, he sees a displacement curve waiting to be optimized. Where they see a storm, he sees wind energy waiting to be harnessed. They say his methods are madness. Soon, they will realize that while they are playing at war, he is engineering an empire. -------- Disclaimer: *Kingdom Building & Tech-Uplift: MC uses modern engineering to revolutionize the Viking Age. *Weak-to-Strong: Starts as a despised bastard, progresses to a wealthy tycoon/warlord. *High Detail: Detailed descriptions of ship-building and primitive industrialization.

When his father was poisoned and his tribe was wiped out overnight, the world thought the boy named Temur would disappear like dust in the wind. They were wrong. Left to starve on the frozen steppes, betrayed by allies and hunted by rival clans, Temur should have died countless times. Instead, on the brink of death, he awakened something impossible— A War Conquest System. A mysterious interface that evaluates warriors, predicts battlefield outcomes, measures loyalty, and rewards victory with power. In a world ruled by strength and bloodline, Temur possesses neither noble heritage nor overwhelming martial talent. What he has is calculation. Patience. Ruthlessness. While kingdoms fight petty wars and nobles drown in luxury, he begins gathering what others throw away—slaves, exiles, criminals, defeated soldiers. One camp becomes ten. Ten becomes a thousand riders. A thousand becomes an unstoppable horde. But conquest is never simple. Betrayal lurks in every alliance. Kings plot in golden halls. And beyond the known lands, ancient forces watch his rise with growing interest. To survive, Temur must become colder than winter, sharper than steel, and more merciless than the enemies who hunt him. He does not fight for revenge. He does not fight for justice. He fights for supremacy. And before the continent realizes it— The banner of a new empire will already be flying above their capitals.

"Abbot, the demon possessing my daughter will leave today, right?" "The profit I earn from trade and lending, is that pleasing to God, or has it already become the sin of usury?" "When disaster and injustice strike, why does God remain silent?" A top tier financial con artist has his soul transported to Florence in 1345, opening the story by impersonating a monastery abbot. In 1345, the House of Medici has not yet risen to power. The dawn of the Renaissance is still buried beneath the darkness of the Middle Ages. In 1345, the Black Death is about to arrive. Death is sharpening its scythe, ready to reap half of Europe. In 1345, theology is the only truth allowed to shackle thought. And he understands better than anyone how to define “truth.” He drains the wealth of the entire city with a single “gold certificate.” He triggers a crisis that turns Florence’s banking giants to dust beneath his feet. He writes doctrines of his own, disguises greed as “divine grace,” crowns the rising bourgeois class, and becomes the spiritual totem of capitalists. He ignites the Renaissance, frees the mind, and opens the age of “man.” When the plague sweeps across the land and all voices fall silent, he builds a kingdom on earth amid the ruins. With economic power in his left hand and the cross in his right, he becomes a pope who rules both matter and faith. * * * Hundreds of years later, in the estate of a 33rd degree Freemason. A young heir holds that green bill said to rule the world and points at the pope’s profile printed on it. "Father, why is this pope printed on the dollar?" The father reverently touches the back of the bill and says, "In God We Trust." ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• WARNING: The Mc is a bad guy who will use Christianity to fool the masses. He will deceive, kill and do a lot more in the name of God. So people who are very religious or don't like this type of Mc, read at your own risk. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• 100 Powerstones = 1 Bonus Chapter. To read 26+ advance chapters and support me, visit my p@treon at - P@atreon/SilverShark769

In Aethelgard, magic kills you: the North pays in physical rot, the West turns to living stone, and the South burns with fever. Alexander pays in nothing. Wielding the forbidden Void, he is the only thing standing between his brother’s throne and a war that will shatter the continent, but the cost of using it isn't his life. It’s his soul.

After being knocked out and abruptly awakened by a punch, Morin finds himself a prisoner of war. He initially believed he was in a world on the eve of a conflict similar to World War I, but quickly discovers the actual situation is far more bizarre. For starters, why is he, an Imperial soldier, allied with volunteers from the International Brigades?! Assault Troopers who look like walking Iron Cans carrying swords and shields, Armored Knights powered by a mix of diesel and Magic, and battle mages marching with the army… All of this tells Morin that this world has serious, fundamental issues. But his immediate concern is how to survive this conflict, a war ironically touted as ‘the war to end all wars.’ Key Elements: Magically Modified World War I Real Men Use Bolt-Action Rifles Diesel-Powered Armored Knights Airship Boarding Actions This is a Fans-Translations

NSFW WARNING: It's porn with a plot. ___________________ Marshall S. Grant was just a soldier in 2028. He only joined because his great, great, great, uncle or something was some famed star-spangled general in history. He wanted to relax with an administrative job. Not fucking fight China in the Battle of Taiwan. Yeah, he died in it—from a headshot. But that wasn't the end of the story, as he heard something… A sound so terrifying, so bone-chilling, so rumbling. He felt his cells respond as if his prehistoric DNA woke up. Where the fuck am I?! [The story starts 100 million years before Captain America: The First Avenger.] ___________________ Tags: Unapologetically OP MC, Sex Starved, No-Bullshit Guy, Comedy, Smut, Crazy MC Sex Tags: Pretty much the whole package. ___________________ [NOTE]: These are my big chapters divided into smaller pieces. My chapters are usually 6k-10k words long. If I don't post daily, or a lot of chapters, Webnovel punishes me by drowning the book in the sea of rankings. ___________________ Join my P@treon for advance chapters and NSFW Artwork: https://www.patreon.com/MrPlotThickens Free NSFW artwork and polls for the next series on my Discord: https://discord.gg/W5FdB6WXaP