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Unruly Spirit

Year 19,001 since Founding. Russell Auburn, the youngest mage in history to be granted the nobility rank of Baron from a commoner status thanks to his numerous contributions to the kingdom, exited the royal palace after having been awarded the unprecedented title of “Greatest Detective of All Time” by the reigning monarch himself. Journalists swarmed him outside the palace gates and questioned one after another, “Esteemed Baron, there are rumors in the royal capital that only by relying on your wife's background did you reach your current heights! What's your opinion about this?” “At the recently concluded sensational case of ‘Frost Willow Conspiracy’ we received some dubious tipoff that you exposed their treachery only because the price they offered couldn't satisfy your appetite? Please give your comments to expel such negative rumors.” “During The Massacre of Little Clover Township, the tragic incident over a hundred years ago, an unconfirmed source says that you could have saved more people but deliberately didn't do so for personal motives! Is there any truth to this or could you perhaps have had some unknown difficulties at that time?” “Esteemed Baron…” Hearing their nonstop smearing campaign Russell felt his blood pressure soar! If not for the fact that all of these journalists had backers in the royal court then he would have shown them the consequences for questioning an aristocrat so blatantly. He kept a calm expression as he replied, “Everyone! Those are all nothing but rumors spread by jealous people! I hope that journalist friends would uphold their professional values and not endorse the words of rumormongers.” Russell summoned his Pegasus with a wave of his hand while adding arrogantly, “As for me relying on my wife's background? That's a foolish joke! She proposed marriage first not only because of our deep love but also because I was very talented in my profession. She had the foresight to see my potential way back in my humble beginnings. That's all!” He gracefully sat on top of the Pegasus, riding away in style but not before forcefully saying his famous line, “I have reached my current position only by relying on talent, loyalty, and righteousness!”
LateAutumnDays · 153 Views

The Chosen One: Necromancer with the Strongest Trait

That day was supposed to be mediocre. I woke up thinking it was finally my time to carve out my own life. I didn’t wish for anything godly or broken, just something good enough to live a comfortable and honest life. I never expected to awaken anything remarkable, certainly nothing that could compare to the gifts of geniuses from noble or influential families. After all, I was just an orphan, a nobody with nothing to show. I went to the Awakening Ceremony fully prepared to receive a mediocre profession. As for awakening a Trait… I never even considered it possible for someone like me. That’s how it should have been. I stood before the Awakening Crystal, my palm resting lightly against its cool surface. The moment I touched it, a surge of spiritual energy rushed through my body, making my heart pound and my thoughts blur. The sensation was surreal, almost euphoric. And then, a voice echoed within me: [You called to the forgotten souls, and their whispering chorus answered.] [The dead shall heed your call, and the silence of souls shall respond to your will.] [The fallen shall rise once again.] [You have awakened the Unique Profession: Necromancer.] That was the day all my beliefs came crashing down. The day that marked the beginning of my unstoppable rise toward invincibility. The day I took my first step toward domination, for I would trample any and all beneath my unattainable and absolute power. For I possessed the strongest Trait of all. The stronger I became, the more truths of the universe I unveiled, truths about who I was and what I was meant to become. And with every step, it grew clearer. I wasn't a Human. I wasn't a villain and certainly not a hero. I was something superior. I was the Chosen One.
RebornXUndead · 12.6k Views

Fate/Ascend

This is a fan translation of 求你让我上英灵座吧 The original author is 洛州白马 Art is by @km_mechi Edit is by ClayTL Please support them! === "I transmigrated into the Nasuverse and gained recognition from the Root itself. As long as I can manage an unnatural death, I’ll ascend to the Throne of Heroes—becoming its master, stronger and freer than any of the Seven Grand Servants." "So, I started courting death all across the Nasuverse." "I openly insulted the King of Heroes to his face, challenged the almighty Zeus in Greece, abducted Scathach in broad daylight in the Norse realm, declared in Israel that Solomon was a demon god rather than the Son of God, and in Britain, I went so far as to publicly side with Morgan..." "But tell me—why am I still alive?" ... Fuyuki, 1994. A man of many names: the third companion of the Oldest King, the First Vizier of Mesopotamia, the favored of the Greek gods, King of the Giants in the Norse lands, the divine incarnation who awakened Solomon’s humanity in Israel, the prince’s right hand in Camelot... Rovi, whose face was young but whose eyes carried the weight of ages, sat atop the Fuyuki Bridge. With a weary sigh, he looked at the people before him. “So, where do you think it all went wrong?” He lowered his voice, half-pleading, half-desperate: “How about... you kill me? Just let me ascend to the Throne, please—I’m begging you!” Emiya Kiritsugu lit a cigarette, glancing at Artoria beside him, who’d raised Rhongomyniad; at Gilgamesh, whose Gate of Babylon shimmered ominously behind him; at the blood-red spearhead emerging from the shadows of the Land of Shadows...The hand holding his cigarette trembled, just a little. === discord.gg/wisetl
ClayTL · 115.5k Views

BENEATH MORTAL BLOOD

For millennia, humanity has been slowly marching toward evolution, achieving feats once dismissed as myth— the invention of technologies that blur the line between flesh and machine. But behind the façade of scientific progress lies a deeper truth, a force known since the dawn of time, given many names: Magic, Cosmic Energy, Divine Breath... We call it ZILLA. Zilla is not learned; it is inherited. It is the raw power that separates the mundane from the magnificent, residing in a select few known as the Special Mortals. Imperial Physicists, who dedicated their lives to dissecting this chaotic energy, discovered that all Zilla abilities—all Special powers—fall into Five Core Dynamics: The Five Dynamics of ZILLA MIND: The ability to use magic spells, manipulate perception, reality, and thought. MATTER: The power to reshape the physical world using runes, leading to extraordinary technological and industrial breakthroughs. FLESH: Zilla focused on biological enhancement, resilience, and regeneration. Exclusively found in the Dark Continent. LIVING: The mastery over natural forces, flora, and fauna. SOUL: The rarest, most terrifying, and least understood dynamic—the power over essence, spirit, and life itself. The State claims to control these powers through contracts and hierarchies. But every special mortal knows: the contract is the compromise. The structure is the lie. Bobby is about to break that silence. Lana is about to lose her control. The world is about to remember what Zilla truly means.
bmbcomics · 201 Views

I Became the Timekeeper: Juno and the Minutes of her Shattered Deaths

(WARNING: THIS IS A STORY OF INSANITY. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK) [Rewinding] In a world where each moment hangs by a thread and every second could be her last, Juno Luminara has discovered a horrifying gift—the ability to manipulate the fabric of time. But what seems like salvation is a double-edged curse, bringing her to her own deaths. Each death is real, leaving her scarred with the knowledge of lives unlived and choices unmade. Only she remembers every brutal ending, every gruesome failure. And with every use of her power, the weight of reality presses harder, like an unseen force that’s waiting to crush her under its clockwork inevitability. The realms teeters on the edge of collapse, threatened by the encroaching Void, a force of pure entropy devouring space, time, and sanity itself. Its monstrous rifts open without warning, twisting streets into nightmares where creatures born from forgotten futures stalk anyone unlucky enough to wander too close. Chosen as the Timekeeper, Juno is forced into a deadly game of survival, where one mistake can spiral into endless loops of despair. But she’s not just running from monsters—there are those who know what she can do, and they will stop at nothing to steal her power, even if it means trapping her in an eternal rewind. As she- [System overload] [REDACTED] [Time Skip Initializing] disappears into realms and timelines. With every use of her ability, Juno inches closer to madness, questioning how many times she can watch herself die before she loses what little humanity she has left. Time is both a lifeline and a labyrinth, and the deeper she goes, the harder it becomes to tell what’s real. As the Void tightens its grip on reality, Juno must untangle the twisted threads of fate, confront enigmatic enemies who bend time as easily as she does, and unlock the secrets of her own existence—before her mind fractures, and she becomes just another forgotten anomaly in the collapsing timeline. Her only weapons are her ingenuity, grit, and a system that responds to her every action but reveals as much danger as it does opportunity. One wrong move can doom an entire future; one right step can rewrite reality itself. Every ally is a potential betrayer. Every enemy hides a clue. And in the end, Juno’s biggest enemy may be time itself. "This timekeeper... How much longer do you think you can run from fate? Do you really believe you can cheat death forever?" [System failing...] [Reality restart commencing] With the fabric of existence unraveling, Juno must decide: will she surrender to inevitability, or break free from the cycle to forge her own future? The clock is ticking. And she’s running out of time.
leenard_14 · 42.4k Views

Claxton

|SEASON 1 OF CLAXTON| |2X FEATURED · WATTPAD CREATORS PROGRAM · PAID STORY ON INKSPIRED!| As the Octopus Man returns from the Bermuda Triangle, Makenna Angelia Delling teams up with Merlin the Great's ninja-like fairy apprentice, Tracey, to defeat him. However, what will happen when Tracey learns he is the K.T. Magic Murderer? *** Fourteen-year-old Makenna Delling is a Metamorphic Fairy, a rare fairy from a family in which one person must have been a fairy. Except, who is that one person? To help find answers regarding her past, Makenna teams up with seventeen-year-old Tracey, a mysterious fairy who hails from Merlin's Island. Together, they are dragged into the flight of their lives after they learn that the Octopus Man has returned from the Bermuda Triangle, and he is eager to kill Tracey. Mustering up all her courage, Makenna must find a way to stop Tracey from becoming who he truly is. She has to help him defeat the Octopus Man himself if he is to change his fate. Both teens have high stakes, especially since Tracey could be one of the greatest threats in the entire Magic World. Who is Makenna? Who is Tracey? Most importantly, why must Makenna find her long-lost family member? It's so she can call herself a True Metamorphic Fairy. *** *Main tropes: Love triangle and friends to lovers.* *Note: My writing style resembles screenwriting, so please judge it accordingly. Thank you!* *Also in this story... Makenna wins the Perfect Ass Award, Tracey the Most Unfortunate One Award-LOL!* Word Count: 150,000-200,000 Main Achievements: - 2022 Red Carpet Awards Shortlist! - Most Original Fantasy in the Strawberry Cupcake Awards!
CroodsGirl · 66.2k Views