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Assassin from Abyss

In another universe on the outer planes ,where endless variety of evil exists with its air, earth, and water reeking of toxic corruption and malice and in an eternal war and power strife between demons and devils . Kei, a former Yakuza, transmigrates in this universe of mayhem as a humanoid beast and finds himself entangled in a labyrinth of conspiracy and malevolence .He embraces his inner darkness and fights evil with evil using his criminal mind and previous life experience as he hones his domain abilities. Ruthless and sharp as a dagger, he cuts through enemies and obstacles in his way as he pierces through layer after layers and delves into greater depths to seek his goals. He is helped in his journey by Epoch , an artificial intelligence installed in his brain , who is both an asset and a liability. A ticking time bomb .. "If I can not upgrade ...I will take over your brain and body....your existence will cease forever." "The Cradle rocks above an Abyss and our existence is nothing but a brief crack of light between two eternities of darkness" - Vladimir Nabokov. (The MC is neither a hero nor or a villain , he is a survivor . And in order to survive he will perform heroic deeds or show the world true villainy , whatever is the call of the hour. He is a true rogue at heart. ) Author here : I am a fan of world building and character caricature so if you expect action at initial chapters you wont find any until you read a bit more . You will find action in the later chapters , that will take your breath away. Its my first book so need some motivation. You can motivate me through comments or show your support . I welcome everything with open arms . How can you show your support? Gift Power Stone! 2=1 bonus chapter 4=2 bonus chapters 6=3 bonus chapters Bonus release will drop the following week . (The cover is not mine. If the owner wants me to remove it please contact me )
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Slytherin's Bloodline: Legacy of the Merlin

It bowed down to him, eyes of death meeting eyes of Avada Kedavra-green. " Bow to death, Harry ! " The voice was oddly warm, like a summer wind in autumn, tingling through the air like the unearthly voice of a High Elf. "It will be painless. I know, I have been there. Bow to death and move on!" A gentle hand cupped his head; the other hand moved to draw runes on his forehead and his scar. "Sleep well, precious child. May you never live again." And suddenly there was light all around him. His hands, still bleeding, scraped at the asphalt beneath him, lighting up with symbols he had never seen before. His chest ached as it began to glow through his shirt. His eyes hurt as his face started glowing from within, as if from underneath his skin. And then the Phoenix-Patronus returned. It stopped a few inches from his chest, a thrilling voice singing a song filled with death and resurrection. A phoenix-song. He tried to move, he tried to flee, but the hands had a tight grip on him and his limbs were limp. Even if he had tried, he could not move a muscle… Then the fingers on his forehead stopped moving and the hands vanished. He'd have sighed in relief if that hadn't been the moment the Phoenix-Patronus chose to act. Before he could react, the phoenix crossed the last inches to his chest and entered. Fire. A burning sensation filled his senses. Where his skin had glowed a moment before it suddenly was literally on fire. He cried with pain. His body was turning to ash. He could feel it. It felt like he was being sucked through the eye of a needle and then he was gone. He lost consciousness. If you enjoyed this Fanfic and want to read more, please consider supporting me on Patreon for advanced chapters! Your support means the world and helps me continue creating. Visit: my website https://percivallannister-shop.fourthwall.com or patreon.com/PercivalLannister. Thank you!
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Saving The Monster Race Starts With Breeding The Elf Village

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
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