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Building a scientific empire in another world

Female Protagonist | No Romance --------- Feared across star systems and revered within her own borders, Empress Sahiti Vermal ruled an intergalactic empire that spanned thousands of worlds. Under her command, civilizations advanced centuries in mere decades. Her fleets did not simply conquer — they reorganized, industrialized, and stabilized entire sectors of the galaxy. She was called merciful by her citizens. She was called ruthless by her enemies. Both were correct. Sahiti did not wage war for cruelty or glory. She believed in order. In progress. In unity enforced before chaos could bloom. Entire planetary coalitions fell before her strategies, not because she was reckless — but because she was always ten steps ahead. But even an empress who commands galaxies cannot command her own heart. At the height of her reign, her body began to fail. A sudden cardiac collapse after 48 years of her coronation left her weakened, her once unshakable presence confined to chambers of steel and starlight. Sensing vulnerability, factions within the empire ignited a rebellion, believing the Lioness of the Stars had finally grown frail. They were wrong. Even in a dying body, Sahiti Vermal was still the architect of war. She rose from her chamber one final time. In a campaign that would be whispered in terror for centuries, she shattered fleets, crushed insurrectionist strongholds, and reduced entire rebel armadas to drifting debris. Millions fell beneath the weight of her final strategies. The rebellion did not win. But neither did she. Standing upon the fractured bridge of her flagship, with the fires of a silenced uprising burning across the void, her heart finally gave out. The empress died on her feet. Her empire survived. when her fleet subjugated the rebels And the galaxy believed that was the end of Sahiti Vermal. It wasn’t. She opened her eyes beneath an ancient tree, surrounded not by stars and steel, but by wind, soil, and leaves. No fleets. No throne. No empire. Only a quiet forest in a world ruled by swords and magic. ********
Panky_bom · 3.1k Views

I, Voldemort (Self-Insert)

I had a peculiar dream where I found myself in a room, dressed in a robe, holding a wooden stick and directing it towards a lifeless body. My entire body was itching, as if my skin was melting like wax. Internally, it felt like icebergs colliding with each other. The absurdity of the situation overwhelmed me, causing me to burst into laughter. However, the sound that escaped my mouth was so powerful that it almost caused me to faint; it was the kind of laugh any supervillain would trade their soul for. Suddenly, I realized that the voice I heard was not my own, which prompted me to rush to the mirror. To my surprise, the reflection staring back at me did not resemble myself either. Gradually, my body began to transform, becoming less human-like and more unrecognizable. It felt like various pieces were merging together within me. Then, the pain struck. I collapsed to my knees, screaming in agony. But abruptly, the pain vanished after a short while, leaving only a lingering headache. It was in that moment that I understood this was not merely a dream... I am Lord Voldemort! Well, not exactly. My mind was flooded with foreign memories of Tom Riddle, also known as Voldemort, who attempted various methods to achieve immortality and alter his body. Some of these methods did not work well together, such as creating horcruxes and implanting fragments of the Veil of Death into the body. It's possible that a sliver of his soul was ejected and replaced with a random soul, or that my soul merged with the remaining fragment in this body. The outcome was clear: his memories, reflexes, and abilities, combined with my consciousness. This proved to be advantageous as I had full control over the body. You can support me and read advance chapters on my Patreon. Join me at patreon.com/MythosMixer for exclusive content and updates!
MythosMixer · 21.2k Views

SSS-Rank Awakening System: Legacy of the Realms

"Victory is justice! Fight soldiers, fight!" Gunfires, explosions, screams, death of comrades. That was how Benign's life was. Orphaned at fifteen and thrust into war, he earned the nickname 'The Cross', and feared by opposition. When he died on the battlefield, he accepted it. All Glory. No regrets. So why was he fighting again? Beasts, elves, reptilian men. He had woken in the world of the only fantasy book he'd finished. Gifted with a legendary SSS-Ranked System—ten times as proud as he could ever be—and three volatile cheat skills, his mission was clear. Stop the realm glitches. Restore the Primordial Core. Awaken the gods. But there were others. Poisoned systems? Berserk hosts controlled by a villain? It didn't make sense. Till he remembered the events matched the one from a niche book he once finished. He remembered the protagonist's internal monologue from the book's first volume; he knew where the Core could be found. First, find the protagonist. The boy was a danger magnet who would draw the villain to them. Second, make the gods resume their job. Third, dismiss the gods and take the job from them. Benign didn't mind dying again. But what was the reward? Returning to his original body wouldn't cut it. [Um… a marriage contract to the necromancer fairy who hates you?] "I am not that desperate." [Oh. Then, the keys to the lost realms? To own, live, and satiate your curiosity?] A smirk grew on Benign's face. "You should have said that the first time." He paused. "If you know where they are, are they even lost then?"
Stressed_Prazai_ · 932 Views

Endless chaos - Chaos void plane- Path of knowledge

Endless Chaos – Chaos Void Plane The Path of Knowledge Synopsis In the Endless Chaos, countless universes drift like fragile spheres within an infinite sea of chaotic energy. Each universe contains its own worlds, civilizations, and power systems—magic, cultivation, faith, and countless other paths to power. But few know the truth. All of these powers trace their origin to a single primordial realm known as the Chaos Void Plane. The Chaos Void Plane is unlike ordinary worlds. It is a vast, ancient plane where Concept Seeds are born from the Void and grow into worlds, realms, and dimensions. Here, the fundamental ideas of existence—such as fire, life, time, belief, destruction, and knowledge—can evolve into powerful Concept Paths. Those who master these paths may transcend mortality and ascend toward the highest conceptual authority known as the Void Ultimate Paths, beings capable of shaping worlds and influencing entire universes. Arin was once an ordinary young man living on a small planet within a distant universe. His life changes forever when he discovers a mysterious relic known as the Chaos Wonder Artifact of Knowledge. The artifact responds to his boundless curiosity and transports his soul beyond his universe, awakening him in the enigmatic Chaos Void Plane—a strange flat world where the sun and moon are only projections of the Void’s power, because their true conceptual paths have not yet been born. In this realm, powerful beings pursue ascension through strength, faith, magic, or conceptual mastery. But Arin walks a different road. Rather than chasing power, he begins studying the structure of reality itself. Guided by the Artifact of Knowledge, he observes worlds, analyzes the growth of concepts, and experiments with the hidden mechanics that allow gods to be born. During his journey, Arin uncovers a dangerous secret. The legendary God of Belief, long thought to have fallen, may still exist. Across countless civilizations, a hidden Faith Ascension Method has quietly spread among believers. Their faith generates Faith Energy, which condenses into fragments of divine power known as Godhood Crystals. These crystals travel across unseen currents throughout the Chaos Void Plane. And someone… is gathering them. As Arin continues walking the Path of Knowledge, he slowly uncovers deeper truths hidden within the structure of existence. Worlds are not as independent as they appear, gods may only be part of a larger system, and the Chaos Void Plane itself may hold secrets older than the universes it created. In a reality where every concept can become power, knowledge may become the most dangerous path of all. Because the one who understands the laws of existence may eventually gain the power to rewrite them. And if Arin continues his journey, he may one day rise beyond gods themselves and ascend as the Void Ultimate Path of Knowledge, reshaping the fate of the Endless Chaos.
ArchitectofDestiny · 1k Views

SSS-Ranked Trash Hero: I Was Scammed Into Being Summoned

[A/N: No SMUT ] The Intergalactic Bureau of Change is an organization that helps certain people start over with their own Truck-kun delivery service to transport souls across dimensions. Hiroshi Tanaka, a 28-year-old convenience store worker, meets one of their field agents. For any otaku, this would be a dream come true. There's just one problem. The agent turns out to be a scammer. Now Hiroshi is trapped in another world as an "extra" hero. His stats are garbage. His unique skill actively works against him. He wasn't chosen by fate. He was tricked by a cosmic con artist. Survival wasn't part of the contract. But Hiroshi refuses to be just another victim. What to Expect: • A protagonist who starts weak and stays realistic. • Strategic combat using knowledge over strength • Psychological exploration of being "expendable" in a hero's world • Dark humor mixed with genuine survival stakes • A broken system that wasn't designed for him to succeed • Slow, hard-earned progression where every level matters • Morally gray situations with no easy answers • Deconstruction of isekai tropes from the perspective of someone funny. • No-Smut --- Tags: #Isekai #WeakToStrong #DarkFantasy #Survival #Hero #LitRPG #PsychologicalDrama #StrategicCombat #Underdog #SystemApocalypse #Betrayal #FantasyAdventure #CosmicHorror #NoHarem #MaleProtagonist --- Release Schedule: 2 chapters daily Join Hiroshi as he navigates a world that wants him dead, a curse designed to keep him weak, and the growing realization that the only way out is through strength.
DanteCruz · 58.5k Views

The Monster's Only Desire

The Valerith Empire claims it is protected by holy saints. That’s funny, considering how disposable people are here. I’m Lior Valen, second son of a Viscount—which is a polite way of saying I’m excess. Well dressed. Well educated and easily sacrificed. I also have a secret that would get me ruined if spoken aloud: I like men. I know this because I’ve lived once before, in a modern world where loving the wrong person didn’t come with a death sentence. That experience taught me an important lesson. Live quietly. Don’t stand out. Survive. Unfortunately, a masquerade ball ruined my entire plan. Because all terrible decisions are made at masquerade balls, someone suggested a game of truth and dare. I accepted a dare. I kissed a stranger. This was, in hindsight, a mistake. Because the stranger was the Monster of the North. Ruler of Skeldryn. Alleged executioner. A man rumored to kill anyone who touches him. I touched him. He did not kill me—which was unexpected. Instead, the monster became interested. Possessively so. He dragged me north, away from a lover who had already replaced me and a court that was more than happy to let me go. I followed—not out of courage, loyalty, or love. I followed because I enjoy being alive. Now I’m in Skeldryn, where saints are unreachable and monsters are persistent, and I’m beginning to suspect that surviving his attention might require more than luck. And possibly an exit strategy.
supriya_shukla · 16k Views