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(Disclaimer: I do not own Warhammer, Warcraft or any other work used in this story, the only thing I do own is my OC and original material) "In a Galaxy rife with Chaos, Death and Tyranny. What happens when destiny leads one to finally bring Balance?" Tyrants, Insane Cosmic Gods, Races engaged in eternal war and endless suffering. A young soul not from this reality born anew into something more due to the actions of beings also not native to this reality. He was a man, He was a Demi-god but most of all he was not a slave; whether it be to a Golden tyrant or Chaotic Gods and if he needed to bring Balance to this Forsaken galaxy to finally get it on track. So be it. He was Alastor Wrynn. Primarch of the Second Legion and King of Azeroth. (Want to read ahead? For extra chapters as well as the right to vote on my future projects consider becoming a Patron to support both this story and me as well so I can put more time into writing. Patreon link: patreon.com/c/ArkNova) (Note: some elements from other works will be adapted like from Warcraft and Warhammer Fantasy. Constructive Criticism will be noted but flames will be promptly ignored and thrown into the Incinerator)

Caspian Darkwood, a lieutenant stationed in the Middle East, is inexplicably transported to the world of ice and fire, abandoned in a desert near the Dothraki Sea without any idea how he got there or what his purpose is. He will have to overcome hardships and trials to survive in a world filled with betrayal, death, hunger, wars, and supernatural beings. His only weapons will be his limited knowledge of this world and the creative menu from Minecraft. ----------------------- ---------- For those who decide to dive into my story: the protagonist will not be invincible — that’s not how I envision him. However, he will have tools and methods that make his life easier, based mainly on Minecraft’s creative menu and his general knowledge of the world. He can be wounded or killed, as he is not immortal, and although his access to Minecraft’s creative mode is active, it does not grant him the full abilities that come with it: no building structures in mid-air, no teleportation, no immunity to damage — only flight. If you decide to read it, I would greatly appreciate your comments. They will help the story reach more people and, at the same time, motivate me to keep writing. --------------- This is a rewrite. And hopefully, it will improve on the original story and correct the mistakes I made.

Kairo Sakamori, a top RTS player, died mysteriously while competing in a tournament, now summoned to an unknown world by a dying goddess, he must survive by using his tactics, now must find out the truth about his summoning and what happend in this worn torn world.

They thought they were logging into the ultimate sci-fi VRMMO. They had no idea they were the unwitting champions of a starving, newborn Chaos God. [Welcome to Epoch 40k: Mecha] The developers promised glorious mechas, interstellar colonization, and a grand sci-fi epic. Instead, players are dumped into a rotting nightmare where the tutorial involves dodging Ork raiding parties for scrap metal, and the local NPCs chant religious litanies just to repair a rusty tractor. Behind the curtain, however, a newly awakened Chaos God named Lucian Sanctus is desperately pulling the strings. Sitting at the absolute bottom of the Warp's food chain, Lucian needs to harvest emotional energy to survive. But feeding openly means drawing the ire of the established Chaos Gods—especially Slaanesh, as he knows she would love nothing more than to devour a fledgling deity before he can become a threat. His brilliant, desperate solution? Summon gamers from Earth. By disguising a grim, unforgiving reality as a virtual sandbox, Lucian can safely gorge himself on their gamer rage, triumph, and gacha-induced despair without the Emperor or the Chaos Gods noticing a thing. Armed with a total disregard for their own lives, a terrifying penchant for exploiting bugs, and a deeply questionable moral compass, these "players" have formed the Red Dawn guild. The galaxy might be a decaying cesspit, but they have sworn to fix it... or accidentally establish a brand-new galactic empire trying. -- This is translation but don't worry for I AM HERE, I will be the poison tester and remove all the poison I can to make the this Good story, Very Very Good.

In a realm rife with war and conquest, only the strong and cunning may survive. Planar travel has become the determinant of strength. Nobles and powerhouses travel the myriad planes, invading and plundering them to increase their personal strength, grow their military might and fund their endless wars. A systems engineer and lifelong web novel reader is reborn as Alex Fury—a young noble dismissed as talentless by his own family. Struggling to awaken his family’s bloodline talents and the warrior potential his family expects of him, Alex is sent off to a Mage Tower. His fate is clear: forge a path for himself... or lose everything. Blending the system engineering and web novel knowledge of his previous life with the Rune knowledge of his new world, Alex Fury creates a revolutionary new form of magic unique to him... RuneTech Magic. From runic artificial Intelligence to interplanar communication networks; From rune-powered super soldiers to rune-crafted power armours (and mechas), from new energy sources to perpetual energy. With this marriage of science, technology and the arcane, Alex will usher in advances previously thought unattainable in his new world, and his old one. This is a tale of power, rebellion, ambition- and legacy. Empires will rise to crush him. Worlds will try to deny him. But with intellect, invention- and just a spark of madness, he will carve his name into history. Witness the birth of the Rune-Tech Sage, and the beginning of a legend that will echo across worlds. Discord: https://discord.gg/bf8txaTs3Z

The beginning of the apocalypse brought chaos and disaster to humanity. It tore away the mask of society and revealed the cruelty hiding beneath. Ivy Ravencroft experienced it all firsthand. Her family was unfair and cruel, and they abused her so badly that she went blind. Her lover died trying to protect her, and she spent the next five years struggling to survive, until she finally died in the apocalypse. But then, Ivy woke up again, reborn in the first year of the apocalypse. At first, she felt hopeless. If only she had returned to a time before the apocalypse, she could have gathered food, weapons, and supplies to survive better. Still, she was grateful for one thing: she had kept her special ability, the power to create safe zones. This time, Ivy made a promise. She would protect her lover, find her real family, and take revenge on everyone who had hurt her. .................................. "Huh? Why is there a bento box lying here?" Ivy asked, confused. "What bento? Are you trying to trick me again?" Silas asked, sadness in his eyes. "This one!" Ivy said, holding up the packaged meal and waving it at him. "What the... where did that come from?" Silas stared at it in shock. Ivy’s eyes widened. She realized something, only she could see these items, and when she picked them up, they became real. "Can… I buy it from you?" Silas asked, unsure. "Of course. But I won't give it to you for free." Ivy smiled like a fox. Silas closed his eyes; he was ready for her to demand something sky-high and said, "Okay. Tell me how many gold bars you want." Ivy smiled and teased, "I don't want gold bars; they are way too cheap. I want one kiss." Silas: Blushing hard. His subordinates: "..." This wave of dog food was too unexpected! ....................................................... With the supplies, picking a superpower and a safe zone superpower, Ivy built her own residential area. She gained Kindness Energy and multiplied supplies with the help of Temporal Storage. While other bases struggled to make a simple house, she used her golden finger to make luxurious buildings and rent them out, becoming the big shot in the apocalypse.

A modern history geek wakes up in the body of the nine-year-old Temüjin — the boy who will become Genghis Khan — years before his rise. He knows exactly how the story went. He is about to learn how little that is worth.

Lightweight system) (Slow-heating) Aegon travels to the world of A Song of Ice and Fire and becomes Aegon Targaryen, who shares the same name. Good news: He possesses the bloodline of the Valyrian Dragon King and can ride dragons. Bad news: I didn't transmigrate into Aegon the Conqueror who conquered the Seven Kingdoms, nor into any of the Targaryen kings in history, but into "Little Aegon"—yes, the one who got smashed against a wall by the Mountain and had his head split open. To make matters worse, the Targaryen dynasty had already fallen, and a usurper had ascended the throne in King's Landing. He could only drag his broken body and rely on the system to stay alive as he fled to the Narrow Sea. Aegon thought he was getting a tragic and heartbreaking script, but what happened? Ding! Congratulations, host, you have successfully checked in at the Valyrian Ruins and received 1 chance to win a prize. Ding! Congratulations, host, you have drawn the Golden Legendary item and obtained King Ghidorah (juvenile form). Aegon stared in astonishment at the grotesque three-headed beast on the system screen: "Wait... is this art style right?!" When the shadow of a three-headed dragon, obscuring the sky, swept across King's Landing, when the chaotic Seven Kingdoms were reunited under the dragon's wings, and when usurpers and traitors were reduced to ashes in the flames, the maesters who wrote the Targaryen Chronicles bestowed upon him the title "Aegon the Avenger" after Aegon the Conqueror.

In a world governed by Twelve Houses, each bound to one of the Twelve Legendary Arts, power is inherited, not earned. Rhys Ashgrave has spent his life believing he is nobody, raised in a quiet village by a guardian who taught him to fight before he ever taught him to read. That life ends the night a stranger in a gray coat comes looking for a name Rhys has never heard, and his guardian dies protecting a secret he never got the chance to explain. In the wreckage of that night, something in Rhys tears open. Not a gift. But rather a rule, breaking. He is the last living heir of the Thirteenth Art, a bloodline the Eleven Houses declared extinct generations ago, not because it was weak, but because it was dangerous enough to unmake the foundation their power stands on. Now, with nothing left but his guardian's final lie and a temper he can barely control, Rhys has to survive long enough across the territories of the Houses that buried his bloodline to find out why, and to decide what kind of power he's willing to become in the process.

In the year 2100, Kael Draven dies... only to awaken in the body of an exiled primitive tribal boy. Alone. Starving. Surrounded by deadly beasts and warring tribes. Just as death seems certain— [Primitive Development System Activated] With modern knowledge and a mysterious System, Kael must build a village, unite tribes, and forge a civilization in a world where only the strong survive. But the deeper he ventures into this ancient land, the more terrifying the truth becomes. Every civilization that reaches a population of 10,000... disappears. Can Kael uncover the mystery before his people become the next to vanish?

Arakaki Tomoya knows the plot of Overlord inside out. He spent years preparing for the inevitable mass YGGDRASIL player transmigration to the New World, building knowledge, planning survival strategies, ready to navigate a world about to be upended by the arrival of Ainz Ooal Gown. What he did not prepare for was transmigrating as a fetus. Reborn into a noble family with no control over his own limbs and a countdown running to the Bone King's arrival, his survival comedy begins before he can even open his eyes. "Got played, huh. How am I supposed to survive under the incoming Bone King?"

"Immortality? That can be lonely. And in the end, everyone will die. It doesn’t matter what you do to escape it—sooner or later, all shall taste death. It is already written; it’s only a matter of when and how. But glory… glory is the answer. Glory will outlive flesh and bones. Glory is what we should strive for, not immortality." ~~~~ Robin Burton was a young man who grew up with everything anyone could ever hope for: immense talent in cultivation, a sharp mind, and a wealthy family that would stop at nothing to protect and nurture him. He had everything—except the will to make use of it. "Why should I walk the same path as my ancestors? Why must I seek strength just to defeat one rival or compete with another? That is not what I was born for!" --- “…Heh\~” Robin let out a long sigh. “Pursuing power was never my goal. I left my family and secluded myself to escape those pointless struggles for authority. I wanted to explore the universe, and to explore myself first… yet time and again, I was dragged into devastating wars. I wanted to benefit people with my knowledge and immortalize my name, yet worlds fell and hundreds of billions died because of me. Ironic, hah?”

Seven billion people died in the blink of an eye. An alien "light-speed bullet" vaporized Earth, leaving Captain Jason and the crew of the Victory as the only witnesses. Now, the final 51,223 survivors are stranded on Moon Base One, staring into the void where home used to be. But the Base covers a secret: an indestructible Alien Ark buried in the crater and the "Perfect Element," a substance that grants immortality. Jason is the only successful subject of the Element experiments, the First Superhuman which shattered human limits, enhanced speed, and a lifespan of 1,500 years. With a ticking clock and food reserves for only 98 days, Jason must rise as humanity's last leader. From suppressing violent cults to unlocking alien technology and enacting planetary-scale construction, he must turn a dormant sphere into an interstellar ark. Humanity is on the brink of extinction but Jason refuses it to fall

A man from our world dies and reincarnates in the Marvel universe with dark powers. Will he use his powers to save the world or engulf it in eternal darkness?. This is the tale of man who changes everything, a man who won't kneel before the wicked. His a protector made of Darkness,His Eldrin The Darkling. Multiversal travel in later chapters. Discord Link:https://discord.gg/8sTUurEPv Instagram Link:https://www.instagram.com/_noir_rose__?igsh=MWY4amd3ODkwcnN4ZA== Note: I'm writing this novel for fun so expect it to be low quality.

Life of Andreas Valekor

From Pig-Faced Trash to the Most Wanted Mate in Beastworld! * * * Aurora died as she lived - feared, skilled, and alone. As a world-class assassin of the 21st century, she expected death to be the end. Instead, she awakens in a primitive Beastworld in the body of a girl who shares her name but nothing else. The original owner of her body was not only overweight, despised, and carried filthy reputation, but she's so hated that even children throw stones at her. And worst of all? She wakes up straddling a bound, enraged, devastatingly handsome Alpha wolf she apparently drugged in an attempt to force him into mating. Aurora immediately realizes she has transmigrated into a complete disaster. With death looming, a ruined name, and a body that can barely run - she has no time to panic. Especially not when a mysterious System binds itself to her and issues a cold command - [Save the Beastworld from extinction… or be erased.] In a world where females are rare, weak, and dying out, and powerful beastmen rule with instinct and dominance, Aurora must survive by relying on the only things she still owns - her deadly skills and forgotten medical knowledge. But survival isn't simple. Because the wolf she tried to "assault" becomes her first unavoidable connection. And he is only the beginning. A tyrannical Snow Lion Beast King with piercing eyes that see too much. A cold and ancient Dragon King who has outlived his entire bloodline. A cunning Nine-Tailed Fox Lord who plays with hearts like games. A blazing Divine Phoenix whose pride rivals the heavens. Each one powerful. Each one dangerous. Each one drawn to her in ways they don't understand. Some want her dead. Some want to claim her. Some can't decide which desire burns stronger. Caught between survival, secrets, and a system that manipulates her at every turn, Aurora must rebuild herself from nothing - changing not only her fate, but the future of the entire Beastworld. All while unintentionally capturing the hearts of the most powerful beastmen alive. Because this time, the "trash" female they all despised is the one who will make them kneel. --- **A reverse-harem fantasy romance filled with danger, humor, slow-burn love, and a heroine who refuses to be broken.**

A boy from a quiet village near the capital never imagined he’d escape the life he once knew—a life filled with torment, unrelenting expectations, and the suffocating shadow of being the heir to a massive conglomerate. One fateful night, after finishing yet another grueling day of work, he collapsed. When he opened his eyes… he was a baby again, in a world both strange and new. Shocked, yet strangely relieved, he soon embraced this second chance at life—a life free from the chains of expectation and trauma. Magic captivated him from the very beginning. By the age of just two months, he secretly harnessed its power, awakening a near-limitless reservoir of mana. All he wanted was a peaceful life filled with happiness—but fate had other plans. This is the story of a boy not chosen by destiny, but by fate itself—the story of the Greatest Lord the world would ever know. ---

In a world divided by magic, machines, and conflicting beliefs, an outsider is crowned king of a fallen principality. To survive, he must balance monarchy with democracy, uniting nobles, rebels, and mages under one banner. As war looms and secrets unfold, he must build not just a kingdom—but a future.

Seated upon the obsidian throne carved from the bones of forgotten kings, Queen Sahira gazes with haunted authority. Her crimson hair cascades like spilled wine over blood-red robes etched in ancient runes. Veins of power glow faintly beneath her skin, a testament to the forbidden blood magic she commands. Shadows of the past; faceless, whispering, watching; loom behind her, remnants of the souls bound to her rise. This is the heart of Sahirra's power: beauty cloaked in terror, a legacy soaked in sacrifice. Her silence speaks of kingdoms ruled, rebellions crushed, and a destiny darker than prophecy ever dared whisper. Inspired by the Dune, The poppy war and Avatar