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I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!

After transmigrating into a book he had just finished reading, Eric found himself cast as the villainous cannon fodder. The original owner of the body was secretly and wholeheartedly in love with Max, the tribe's strongest warrior, but Max and Michael had grown up together and gradually developed feelings for each other. The original owner tried every means to obstruct them, was eventually exiled by the tribe, and died a miserable death from hunger and cold that winter. Many races existed on this continent, and he was not even human. Eric looked at the piece of grilled meat before him, burnt black as charcoal, and a handful of beans so hard they felt like they could chip his teeth. He looked up at the thatched roof that leaked rain in the summer and let snow through in the winter. Behind him, a small lion cub was wailing for food. Oh, and this little lion cub was also the story's devoted second male lead. The first step was to improve his life. What, the beastmen do not know how to farm? No problem, they can learn. Then they would not have to starve during the winter. Thatched huts, mud houses, and tents could all be replaced! The arrogant Elf race had a strong affinity for plants, which was perfect for farming, and the Dragon race could breathe fire, which was perfect for firing bricks! Humans called the Fantasy Dream Continent a cursed land. Later, a wandering poet would tell tales of the Snow Wolf Tribe who lived there, possessing all sorts of delicacies and fine, home-brewed wine whose aroma could travel for ten miles, leaving a rich aftertaste. Once the rumor spread, countless adventuring parties and mercenaries felt compelled to explore the land, even at the risk of being beaten half to death. Eric utilized the advantages of his bloodline, diligently farming and building infrastructure, leading the tribe toward a better life. It was just that one day he would pick up a prince of the Human race, and the next, a prince of the Elf race. With a prince of the Beastman Kingdom already in his house, Eric was at his wit's end. Perhaps I should just build a nation for all of you! And another thing, you, the main male lead, stop hovering around me! ... Auther: Please forgive my mistakes, as English is not my first language. I appreciate your understanding!
Ngọc_Trần_3827 · 1.4m Views

Bridegroom of Damnation

In the Fifth District of the City of Welfanshelm, there is a shepherd named Mizmaze, who takes care of someone else's pasture and herd of sheep. He didn't ask for anything, and has only bread and milk to fill his hunger every day until dusk settles. It is his normal life, until the last day of the year when he is obliged to meet with his master, only to receive a Sigil and obtain mysterious special abilities. Like his name, he buried his past in a labyrinth within himself, and such secrets must never be known even to him as well. But his new life will change the trajectory of the normal life he wants to live. Because he now becomes a Child. Not a child, but a Child who gains power. A Child that is accepted in a sect called . . . Orphans. 「For seven seasons, you have tended my herd of sheep without asking for anything in return. So shall there be a sevenfold reap for you alone as a token of my gratitude. I bestow upon you my blessing, but beware, for there is a flaw.」 「I shall open you a path now to ascend, Mizmaze of the Fifth District of Welfanshelm.」 「You are to rise as the Blind Prophet.」 Little did he know this would be his road as the bridegroom of damnation. ━━━━━༺༻━━━━━━ Main Genre: High Fantasy Additional Tags: TowerClimbing, Inheritance, Orphanhood, Selfhood, Godhood, Singularity, DeathGames, Trials, SpecialAbilities, Gore, Dark, Mythology, Epic, Symbiosis, Heirhood Invented/Hidden Tags: ??, ??
Fireflyburns · 8.2k Views

The Lost Moon of silver

"Please, I have to go home." That's what I told the man in front of me. I begged him to let me go, but in my heart, I pray he never will.  How crazy is that? How can I feel safer with a stranger I've just met than the man who was supposed to love me until death? Why does he look at me like I'm the most beautiful thing in the world? Does he see the bruises? Is that why he's doing this? I should've never left the house, but I couldn't let him win. Not this time, but I hadn't counted on this. "He'll never hurt you again." I want to believe those words, but I don't know if I can. What if I'm going crazy? What if it's all a dream, and I wake up in the nightmare that's my life? I shouldn't trust him, but gods, why does his voice affect me like this? Why does he smell like lightning storms and heather? "Nefretiri? Do you know what a mate is?" No, he didn't just say that! Life isn't supposed to be this dark. That's what Nefretiri Jordans believed until her world came crumbling down. Her marriage was now a game of slave and master, and she would never win. Not when her husband was cruel enough to bring his mistresses to the house and act like Nefra was nothing more than a servant. She wants to run, but she can't. He'll never let her go, especially not with their new daughter. So, she has no choice but to live in hell and do her best to stay sane. Unfortunately, that line of sanity suddenly breaks when Ricky goes too far, and Nefra makes a stupid choice. After all, it's just a cake. Who cared about that?  Fate has a cruel sense of humor, and Nefra quickly learns that nothing is by chance. So, what started as a painful but necessary trip to the store turned into an unexpected adventure.  After all, she never put mate on her shopping list. Not that it mattered to Ivan. The Alpha of the Sebryanny Kinzhal pack from Colorado who's slowly coming back from a year of hell. All he wanted was to find peace and figure out what he was supposed to do with his life. The moon goddess had an answer, and she set him up to find the one thing he needed to be saved.  So, when Nefra crashed into his truck and he saw her, Ivan knew she was his destiny. Unfortunately for him, she's not on board and seems to belong to someone else. If Ivan wants Nefretiri to be his, he'll need to do more than earn her trust. Dark secrets are waiting to devour both of them, and more than one enemy is watching in the shadows to claim what both unknowingly hold.  Somehow, they must get past their pain to find each other and build something neither believed was possible again. Finally, it's time to put the cards on the table and bet it all. If they win, their lives will be more than either of them could ever dream, but if they lose, the darkness will destroy more than one life.
TheSanuraka · 252.5k Views

The Gods Need A Better Storyteller

After dying in a fire, a librarian finds himself before Geshich, the god of stories. Desperate for another chance at life, and avoid the dread of death, he pleads for a second chance. Geshich agrees, on one condition: this time, his life must be worth telling. Reborn as Caleb Lightbane, he finds himself in a medieval world turned on its head, where women are superhuman warriors and men wield magic. Determined to avoid a dull and uninteresting life, Caleb searches for a narrative worthy of divine approval, unaware that his desire for a good story may get him into more trouble than its worth. When he accidentally kills several figures he believes to be bandits in the woods, Caleb stumbles upon a horrifying discovery: a trunk containing a strange and alien substance and the dismembered bodies parts of young girls. Wracked with guilt and curiosity, he spends months studying healing magic, eventually succeeding in restoring them to life. But when the girls awaken, Caleb panics and invents a lie. He tells them they were sacrificed by an evil cult devoted to a god of Entropy, casting himself as a chosen savior: the Prophet of Light. Trapped by his own fabrication, Caleb’s situation worsens when he carelessly creates a clone of himself, one who eagerly volunteers to play the role of the Evil Prophet. From opposite sides of a sometimes carefully constructed myth and sometimes random bullshit they came up with, Caleb and his clone begin to shape their followers into warriors and zealots, forged by faith, lies and gas-lighting. To sustain the illusion, the two prophets engage in deliberate theatrics: staged confrontations, fake prophecies, and calculated displays of mercy and cruelty, all designed to be seen and remembered. And their antics may have caught the attention of more than just Geshich. (2-3 Chapters a week. Usually on Tuesdays and Thursday, sometimes Saturday. But there will be a hiatus between volumes.)
SolomonCliff · 10.5k Views