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The tremor comes first. Then the message, hanging in the air in front of every living soul on Earth. The world has evolved. Power can now be grown, trained, measured. And measured it is. Within days, governments are testing entire populations, sorting people into numbers, deciding who matters. Arthur Walker should top every list. Something took root in him the night everything changed. Two forces that were never meant to share a body now live under his skin, and neither intends to yield to the other. That war inside him is his greatest strength. It is also a wound that reopens every time he reaches for power, and a secret that would paint a target on his back the moment anyone learned it existed. So he does what he has always done best. He stays quiet. He scores average. He lets louder people take the spotlight while he learns, in pain and in silence, to carry what no one was ever supposed to hold. But talent like his doesn't stay hidden forever. Not from the people building this new world order. Not from the things that were ancient long before humanity drew its first breath. Somewhere above it all, something has already seen him. Arthur wanted answers about a father who vanished eleven years ago leaving a warning. What he found instead is a path with no visible end, and a choice that was never really a choice. Climb, or be crushed. PS : I do use AI for proofreading.

“Director Matou, the magical effects in your fantasy film looked incredibly realistic! How did you pull them off?” “They were real magic,” Shinji replied without missing a beat. “Director Matou, your historical drama was praised for its uncanny accuracy. How did you manage that?” “I had direct consultation from the people who lived in that era.” “Director, in your tokusatsu films, why does the Ultraman-like hero always use Bajiquan in combat?” “Well, that’s because the actor playing him is none other than the founder of Bajiquan himself.” “Director Matou, why do the female leads in all your films look so… similar? Especially all those Arturia actresses with the same name and face?” “That, my friend, is a long story. And it all begins with a certain mushroom-headed man—” “......” . . . . . Shinji Matou. A prodigious talent in the world of film, a renegade magi who defied the orthodoxy of the Clock Tower, and an eccentric summoner who had long since stopped pretending to get along with his own Servant. A director who blended modern cinema with ancient magecraft. A magus who saw the silver screen as a new kind of reality marble. He stood boldly before a press conference filled with journalists, film critics, and confused magi alike. “I am the greatest Master among Directors—and the greatest Director among Masters!” He declared it like a line straight out of his own movie, with all the pomp and confidence of a man who had rewritten the rules of both cinema and sorcery. The hall fell into an awkward silence. And then, in perfect unison, a thunderous cry echoed from behind the curtains— “SHUT UP AND GET LOST!” ×N A chorus of exasperated Servants, all fed up with his antics. Shinji didn’t flinch. He simply smirked, adjusted his director’s beret, and turned back to the flashing cameras. "Good! Now let’s roll the cameras! Scene one—reality itself."

Note: This is a non-system progression fantasy. There are no game-like screens or status windows. support me readers!!! Humanity survives on a single continent beneath the watchful eye of Divinex. Faith is mandatory. Questions are forbidden. And some books are worth killing for. When Jeevan's grandfather vanishes, he leaves behind a forbidden invention and a mystery buried beneath years of silence. On the night the authorities come for him, Jeevan activates the machine. The moment his soul enters the Rift, everything begins to change. Truth becomes uncertain. Faith begins to crack. And the world he trusted starts revealing its darkest secrets.

After reincarnating, Solanky obtained a defying treasure, which later melded with his body and helped him defy all logic in his source world. Solanky successfully rose through the ranks and broke through the restraints of his source world and obtained his sealed spiritual power, which boosted his current power to a whole new level with the help of a separate body that is disconnected from him. But the worlds outside his source world brought new challenges to him, but with determination he became one of the greatest beings of the outside world, who came to be feared and revered for defying the rules and laws everywhere he went, even challenging the narrative as he travelled beyond existence itself.

Everyone has heard the cliché tale. A peaceful race on the brink of annihilation. A desperate prayer. A hero summoned from another world to save them from extinction after a long, brutal war. That was exactly what the demi-human continent expected. Elves, vampires, beastkin, lamia, centaurs, fairies—every race born from mana—were falling, cornered by the advancing human empire. Their magic was gone. Human revolution was unstoppable. Extinction loomed. So, as legends dictated, they performed the ancient summoning, thinking hero would appear. He would lead them to victory after years of hardship, countless battles, and dramatic sacrifices. A long, epic struggle. Or so they thought. Instead, the hero they summoned—Luca—looked around, cracked his knuckles, and ended the entire war in two days. Two Days. No grand campaign. No final stand. No glorious, drawn-out saga. The human armies retreated on their own, terrified of whatever monster the demi-humans had summoned. And the demi-humans could only stare. Their savior. Their conqueror. Their headache. Because once peace returned… Luca started doing whatever he wanted. He trained elves to fire AK-47s with machine-perfect precision and forced vegetarians like them to eat grilled meat. He crafted wheel-chairs for mermaids so they could roll across land like smug aquatic empresses. He gave dwarves dynamite 'for better mining' and immediately realized he had created a worldwide hazard. He used salamanders as living barbecues, insisting it was 'efficient ecological heat usage.' And if that wasn’t already disastrous enough, there was more. The goddess who sent Luca down had given him a second mission: To act as the continent’s ultimate breeding bull and repopulate every demi-human race. When he casually announced this, the entire continent went silent. Elves froze, vampires panicked, mermaids tried to roll away, and slime girls melted in shock. At that moment, every tribe realized one thing— They absolutely regretted summoning this Hero. — discord.gg/Fb3hY3Nfbj

The first book of "The Crimson Chronicles" trilogy. — In the heart of the vast Great Forest of Althea, the young fire mage Clei has spent a decade honing his powers. But as his magical strength reaches a critical bottleneck, he is driven to abandon the solitude of his woodland home—not only to uncover the truth behind his adoptive father's sudden disappearance, but to finally explore the vast, untamed world beyond the trees and step into the sprawling cities of the Kingdom of Pyraeth. What he finds is a world teetering on the brink of chaos. Two decades after the catastrophic Umbral Blight, the Human Realm is once again shadowed by doom. The Prophecy of the Black Moon has resurfaced, and a sinister cult is orchestrating a new plague. This malevolent force—the parasitic Umbral Phantoms responsible for turning millions into mindless Hollowed twenty years ago—has returned with a vengeance, threatening to plunge the world into eternal darkness. Facing terrifying monsters and the hatred of people who once rejected him, Clei must fight his way through a world falling into darkness. To survive, he needs to uncover the truth about his father's past, before the very curse that made him an outcast consumes him from the inside out. *** 2-3 chapters/day Author's Note: This is the very first book I wrote when I was younger, and to fully incorporate the lore of all my stories, I decided to pick this up along with two other books in the trilogy: The Empyrean Ascent Echoes in the Abyss My discord: chrissy_8085

Serena Merlah has a dream and ambition, she wants to join the Order of the Crusaders and avenge her father by ending the war the demon race started 20 years ago. Leaving her home to follow her goal, she will encounter many who were affected by the war, many who had something taken from them by the war, but while Serena has a big heart, her blinding ambition makes her focus on only one thing, "Destroy the demons and end the war", because she belives they are the sole reason for all that is wrong in the world.

She awoke in a world that was overwhelmingly bright, possessing only the awareness of being a young adult trapped in an infant's body. Her dreams, however, revealed another life. One where she was a witch. [Crossover fanfiction between; Harry Potter, A Song of Ice and Fire, A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms] Slow-paced and my chapters are pretty long.

“Director Matou, the magical effects in your fantasy film looked incredibly realistic! How did you pull them off?” “They were real magic,” Shinji replied without missing a beat. “Director Matou, your historical drama was praised for its uncanny accuracy. How did you manage that?” “I had direct consultation from the people who lived in that era.” “Director, in your tokusatsu films, why does the Ultraman-like hero always use Bajiquan in combat?” “Well, that’s because the actor playing him is none other than the founder of Bajiquan himself.” “Director Matou, why do the female leads in all your films look so… similar? Especially all those Arturia actresses with the same name and face?” “That, my friend, is a long story. And it all begins with a certain mushroom-headed man—” “......” . . . . . Shinji Matou. A prodigious talent in the world of film, a renegade magi who defied the orthodoxy of the Clock Tower, and an eccentric summoner who had long since stopped pretending to get along with his own Servant. A director who blended modern cinema with ancient magecraft. A magus who saw the silver screen as a new kind of reality marble. He stood boldly before a press conference filled with journalists, film critics, and confused magi alike. “I am the greatest Master among Directors—and the greatest Director among Masters!” He declared it like a line straight out of his own movie, with all the pomp and confidence of a man who had rewritten the rules of both cinema and sorcery. The hall fell into an awkward silence. And then, in perfect unison, a thunderous cry echoed from behind the curtains— “SHUT UP AND GET LOST!” ×N A chorus of exasperated Servants, all fed up with his antics. Shinji didn’t flinch. He simply smirked, adjusted his director’s beret, and turned back to the flashing cameras. "Good! Now let’s roll the cameras! Scene one—reality itself."

[80,000+ Words Before Premium] [Intense Taboo Elements Ahead, Be Warned] — Milfs Or Yanderes...Out of these two, which one would you pick? The adoring, nurturing Milfs who'd spoil you rotten with soft caresses and gentle scoldings, and would happily let you rest your head on their pillowy chest after a hard day. Or the dangerously devoted Yanderes, eyes gleaming with obsession, hearts beating only for you, girls who were willing to stain their hands red and erase the world for your sake—and also erase any other girl that gets too close to you. Most would ask this as a playful debate with friends, a harmless fantasy, a question thrown into the air on a lazy afternoon. But for Mika, this wasn’t a joke. This was his everyday reality. Born an orphan, but immediately embraced as family by the five most powerful women in the world, the legendary SSS-tier Battle Angels who once saved humanity from the apocalypse, he could be said to be one lucky guy. Especially since from the moment they took him in, he was cherished, protected, and endlessly pampered, growing up surrounded by unmatched strength and unwavering love. But it wasn’t just the angels who adored him. Their daughters, raised beside him, didn’t see him as just family. Their affection ran deeper, darker, a devotion so intense, so obsessive, it danced dangerously close to madness to the extent that they wouldn't mind hunting one another down to with their own SSS-tier blessings that could level a city with a thought to make him notice them. ...And the mothers knew. They saw the way their daughters clung to him, eyes filled with love and obsession. But they didn’t mind, if anything, they welcomed it. To them, he was the perfect son-in-law, and they silently hoped their own daughter would be the one to claim his heart. Even the daughters knew, or rather, believed, with unwavering certainty that he would fall for one of them. Each one convinced it was fate, that they were destined to be the one by his side. Everyone thought so. The girls, the mothers, even the world around them. Well...Everyone except Mika. Because while they dreamed of his love, Mika’s eyes weren’t on the daughters at all. No, his heart stirred for someone else entirely. ...Their mothers. ...The very Battle Angels who raised him. Shockingly…Irresistibly…They were the ones he desired. He knew he shouldn't feel this way, not for them. Not for the very women who raised him, protected him, loved him like their own. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t stop the way his heart raced in their presence, the way his thoughts lingered on them late into the night. It tore at him, the guilt, the desire, the confusion. He couldn’t choose between the mothers or the daughters. He didn’t want to hurt any of them. Didn’t want to be insincere. But everything changed the day he stopped trying to choose. Because he realized…he didn’t have to. He didn’t have to settle for one. He could be greedy. He could have all of them. And the moment that wicked thought settled in his mind, a slow, brilliant smile spread across Mika’s face. He no longer saw it as a dilemma, but a dream. A future where all ten of them, the fierce, stunning mothers and their dangerously devoted daughters, were his. Together...In his arms...On his bed...A tangled mess of love, obsession, and indulgence. And for the first time, he truly looked forward to the chaos that future would bring... — [No NTR - No Sharing - No System That Assists The Protagonist - No Mind Control - No Drugs Or Potions That Influence The - No Unnecessary Drama - Incest - Harem - MILFs - Yanderes - Slice of Life - Romance - Demigirls - Portals - Academy - Finally A Very Competent And Overpowered Protagonist] discord.gg/9hKEN3duBw

Fifteen years. That’s how long Dex Williams survived in the world’s most brutal high-security prison, a place where hope goes to die and only the ruthless prevail. He thought his story ended with a cold blade between his ribs during a prison riot. He was wrong. Dex wakes up not in hell, but in a world of sprawling magic and soaring dragons, inhabiting the body of a young noble who has just been assassinated. But this isn't just any world, it’s the setting of a fantasy novel he once read to kill time in his prison cell. Now, Dex is no longer a scarred convict; he is a noble in a powerful family. There’s just one problem: in the original story, the character he now inhabits was a minor "extra" destined to be murdered in the first arc. And so, Dex Williams begins his journey within the Falus Forest, one of the most dangerous and bloodiest places in this world. Armed only with his sharp intelligence and his prior knowledge of this world’s secrets and his experience of living inside the world's most dangerous prison for fifteen years. "I am also publishing this story on Royal Road under the name: Just_mE10

​Title: Black Heart: The Heir of Moto ​Synopsis: "In a world where Ancient Gods rule from the shadows and Holy Heroes maintain a fragile peace, Leo Takahashi was a discarded pawn—betrayed by his love and offered as a sacrifice to the Divine Mountain. But the Gods made a mistake: they didn't kill him; they unleashed a nightmare. ​Reborn as Ivan, and carrying the soul of the legendary swordsman Jin Moto, he has done the impossible. He devoured the flames of the Phoenix 'Shura', harnessed the 'Black Lightning' of Lucifer, and broke the seal of the forbidden Book of Osiris. ​Now, a mysterious organization known as 'Diablos' has awakened after 5,000 years, hunting for the Seven Heavenly Keys and the head of Medusa to revive their fallen gods. As Ivan enters the prestigious Tankyo Academy in the Union Kingdom, he must hide his true identity while navigating a world of political intrigue, ancient dungeons, and Holy Heroes who sense his terrifying aura. ​With the blood of a Dragon, the heart of a Demon, and the pride of a Moto, Ivan’s path of revenge will turn into a war against the heavens themselves. ​'I don't seek salvation. I seek the throne built on your ruins.'" ​Tags: #Revenge #Overpowered #Magic #Dragons #Academy #ColdMC #AntiHero

In a world torn apart by rifts and constantly ravaged by countless races, the only hope of every species rests upon Lords and the Divine Chosen. Each lord, however, can only form a contract with a single Divine Chosen. Only women can become Divine Chosen. They are the inheritors chosen by the gods, and their strength and abilities are closely tied to the lord’s power of development. … A man transmigrated into this world, arriving in the body of a young man named Phield and taking his place. Before he could even breathe a sigh of relief, he learned that he was about to be exiled by his incompetent father and vicious stepmother to a corrupted land crawling with monsters. Worse still, it was not only his family that was rotten. The corruption had spread across the entire empire —no, the entire world. Cruel and corrupt nobles, cultists who worship dark elves, and conspiracies lurking everywhere all relentlessly persecuted Phield. He cast aside the kindness and cowardly personality of the original host. Awakening a lord’s talent that belonged to him alone, he longed for anything that could drag him out of the abyss. What he awakened was a legacy. While others relied on knights and their Divine Chosen to fight in battle, countless sacred figures appeared behind Phield. Looking down upon the entire world, Phield slowly said, “I do not have only one Divine Chosen behind me. A shattered era is about to be renewed.” —————————————————— Discord: https://discord.gg/p8kEqvwsZ

*Original Story* *Strategy shōnen with seinen stakes* “Four rookies. One brutal Seeker Exam. A hard magic system that judges actions. What does it take to seek truth in a world built on lies? The gods wrote the laws. The Arcwheel turns, binding every soul to an endless cycle — live, die, repeat. But the wheel is cracking, and something ancient stirs beneath the waves. Kai Xander was meant to be a footnote in history — another nameless orphan swallowed by the ruins of a dead age. But Kai doesn’t know how to stop, armed with a flame that heals instead of destroys, hunted by monsters, fanatics, and false gods, he sets out across a shattered world to find the truth buried at its heart. In a realm where knowledge is power and faith is weaponized, one stubborn Seeker will defy fate, question divinity, and light a fire that even the abyss can’t swallow. Slow-burn character and system build until the Trial by Mercy—then Ryōiki(domain) duels and war arcs kick off. Seeker’s Codex: Beyond the Abyssal Line Copyright © Hazzybae (HennessyTheAuthor), 2025. All rights reserved. No part of this work may be reproduced, stored, or transmitted in any form without prior written permission. You do not have permission to scrape, text-mine, or use this work to train or improve any AI system or dataset. This is a work of fiction; any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental. Official channels: Royal Road, Wattpad, WebNovel, and Scribble Hub. DMCA/Permissions: [[email protected]]

Follow, Arthur Manderly on his journey. The OC heir and Grandson of Lord Wyman Manderly. --------------------------------------------------------------- A young lord of the north on his rise towards power and tragedy. Our hero will play the game of thrones and win. His story will be filled with glory, love and loss. --------------------------------------------------------------- What to expect: A Overpowered MC with Flaws Multiple POV chapters Some Slice of Life Chapters No fix-it fiction Not SI or Reincarnated Proper worldbuilding background in the feudal aspects, military machinations, medieval politics, noble ambitions and society. Natural story progression. Slow paced True to the style of ASOIAF world in terms of Magic with added nuances. --------------------------------------------------------------- This is not a translation. Overall, an attempt at trying to create a story worth reading and enjoying. I have taken the help of AI in improving the vocabulary and diction of my story. I use it only for editing, but in the initial chapters I hadn't been able to do it very well. That is why it seems too AI. I still use it for editing but I can assure you I have become better at using it and trimming parts that are going to ruin the immersion. So, I hope you can look past the usage of AI but if you can't then this story won't be for you. Thank you for reading my story. Show support if you can. P.S. I do not own anything except my own characters. This is not for commercial gain or any monetary benefits.

[Warning: Contains Hypnosis, Rapist MC] [NO NTR] [Enhancement successful. Congratulations to the host for obtaining God-level Hypnosis Skill Proficiency (Pseudo).] Although having a system was a fortunate thing, being inexplicably brought into a new environment was another matter. What if he could not adapt to some foreign lands? What if some worlds of cultivating immortals were incomplete? He was already a thirty-year-old man—was he supposed to fawn over others? Zhao Tianhao’s pride would not allow him to do that.

Magic broke the world once. A dead empire reached too far, tore something in the sky that never healed, and sent civilization back to the dark ages. Eons later, the scar is still there. So are the monsters that came with it. A modern military officer opens his eyes in a ditch, in a dead man's body, in a region the kingdom uses as a dumping ground for its problems. The Badlands. Charming. He inherits a gutted city, a corrupt garrison, flooded mines, and a woman who can bend gravity with her bare hands. He also has something this world has never seen. The industrial revolution never happened here. It will now. ---------------------- 50 Power Stones = 1 Bonus chapter! 50 Golden Tickets = 3 Bonus Chapters!

After being swept up in a catastrophic distortion of time and space, Gar finds himself torn from the Pokémon world and thrown into the land of Fiore. A world where magic rules everything. Staring at the glowing system interface before him, Gar falls into deep thought. [Name: Gar Brons] [Class: Pokémon Creator] [Attribute: Neutral] [Traits: Multi-Attribute Compatibility] [Special Moves: Light of Judgment, Perish Song, Destruction Beam...] Somehow, his body has changed… into something resembling a human-shaped Arceus. Or more precisely… a god in mortal form. In a world of mages, dragons, and guilds, Gar awakens as a being capable of creating Pokémon, wielding countless abilities, and mastering any form of magic. And perhaps— Something far greater than a Magic God has just been born.