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They called him the Shame of the Clan, but before that, Vale Athrimir was a prodigy, one destined to lead. That ended the moment he manifested the Forbidden Mark Order. Branded, abandoned, and cast into prison, Vale was stripped of everything he has. Three years later, he was thrown into the Borderlands, a wasteland where the forsaken are worked to death and forgotten, to fight monsters and waste away. But Vale did not break. He began with nothing. No name. No allies. No power base. No faction. And yet… he built. From prisoners, exiled lords, and the discarded, Vale forged order out of chaos. What started as a desperate struggle for survival became something far greater, a growing force bound by ambition, discipline, and ruthless vision. Resources were seized. Territories claimed. Enemies crushed or absorbed. In a ruined world where strength dictates rule, Vale wasn’t just surviving, he was laying the foundation of an empire. As the Forbidden Mark Order revealed its true potential and an Ancient Inheritance fell into his hands, his rise became unstoppable. Clans and Kingdoms that once cast him aside would soon face something far more dangerous than a disgraced heir. A ruler. He will build something that cannot be overthrown.

“From today onward, you are the Sect Master of Qingxiao Sect!” After leaving behind those words, the master abandoned Li Qingqiu and the junior brothers and sisters, descending the mountain alone in search of immortality. That very day, Li Qingqiu activated the Dao Lineage Inheritance. Through the Dao Lineage Interface, he could view his disciples’ loyalty, aptitude, and fate. Each time Qingxiao Sect advanced to a higher stage, he could even copy a disciple’s fate for himself. Starting from the martial world, he cultivated immortality amidst the mortal realm. The jianghu was teeming with outlaws—reckless, passionate, and driven by vengeance—while the court’s nobles desperately sought the path to immortality, trampling lives without remorse. In those turbulent years, Li Qingqiu led Qingxiao Sect step by step upward, rising above worldly dust. Across the heavens, countless immortal sects stood tall. Thousands of Daoist lineages competed for supremacy. Yet Qingxiao Sect, born from the mortal world, rose to become the Immortal Sect of Eternal Life in the hearts of all beings. In the cultivation world, everyone knew Li Qingqiu possessed a unique gift—the ability to recognize talent. He could always nurture generation after generation of peerless prodigies… ______________________________________________________________________ You can read advance chapters of this novel and other novels in my patreon patreon.com/NO_NAME1412

After being suddenly thrust into the brutal, unforgiving universe of Warhammer 40,000, the main character discovers he is far from ordinary. He can summon crackling lightning and roaring fire from thin air. His mind teems with impossible knowledge, blueprints of arcane technology and futuristic wonders no mortal should grasp. He can even twist reality itself, warping the very laws of physics to his will. At first, he believes these gifts must be the work of Tzeentch, a twisted blessing from the Changer of Ways... or something way scarier If you'd like to support me and read a bit ahead, feel free to check out my Patreon. (patreon.com/Hemont).

Himanshu was just an ordinary eighteen-year-old—an orphan scraping through life—until a heated argument about Karna and Arjuna became the last conversation he would ever have. Struck down by a god’s wrath for daring to question divine actions, his life ends abruptly… but not completely. Before his soul can fade into oblivion, he is summoned by Lord Shiva. Declaring that Himanshu’s death was unjust and premature, Shiva offers him a second chance—one bound not by mercy, but by purpose. A sacred duty awaits him in a world where Dharma is on the verge of collapse. Reborn in the era of the Mahabharata, Himanshu quickly realizes something is terribly wrong. The timeline exists. The kingdoms stand. The great war approaches. But the one who anchors destiny itself… Lord Krishna is missing. Without Krishna, the balance between Dharma and Adharma begins to shatter. Heroes waver. Villains rise unchecked. Fate itself grows unstable. Armed with three extraordinary boons—a mysterious system that rewards his actions, unnatural luck, and unmatched talent in all arts and combat—Himanshu steps into a story that was never meant to unfold this way. But in a world where destiny has lost its guide… Even the smallest change can birth unimaginable consequences. As he navigates alliances, alters events, and challenges the very will of the gods, Himanshu must confront a terrifying truth: Is he here to save this world… —or to decide if it deserves to be saved at all? ====================================== (Author note:) This story was a heavy A.U and all those characters belong's to the OG creator of the epic. Except the Mc and Oc. And I would never disrespect them. I hope you guys give me your opinion and idea's. WARNING: If you don't feel like you dislike A.U on Mahabharat then there is a chance you might not like the story. And the story won't just follow the book or any serials. It's A.U so might feel a mix kind of feeling. Bye guys I hope you enjoy the story.

When Lucian Carter crosses into the Supreme Plane, he awakens the Infinite Amplification System—a divine mechanism capable of enhancing anything a hundredfold… or even infinitely more. His first step to godhood? Open his own Divine Realm and recruit believers to fuel his ascent. There’s just one problem—where is he supposed to find worshippers in a world of gods? That’s when an invitation appears. [Ten Thousand Realms Chat Group: New Member Joined] Suddenly, Lucian finds himself in a mysterious multiversal chat group with users from across infinite realities: A rum-soaked Pirate Lord looking for adventure. A flirty Sword Spirit with a sharp tongue (and a sharper blade). A fanatical Ninja Scientist obsessed with human experimentation. And even a warlord prince typing mid-battle. They come from different worlds, different rules, and different agendas—but all are now linked to a single, rising divinity. As Lucian’s name spreads across realms, his followers grow, and so too does his power. But not all gods welcome a new rival. The game has begun. Faith is currency. And Lucian intends to collect it all.

After traveling to the 30th millennium, Caelan thought he would just idle his days away. Little did he expect the Emperor to ask him for parenting advice. "Neoth, they are your sons! How can you, as their father, shirk your responsibilities and leave all the children for me to raise? What kind of father are you?" "Horus, you are the First-Found, the Emperor's favorite son. Why are you coming to me? Stay away from me!" "Perturabo, what are you doing? Put me down! I want to stay with Sanguinius!" "Russ, stop Angron! He's trying to read my mind! What? You say you also want to know who my favorite child is?" "I've told you, I'm not your dad!" ........ [email protected]/DaoistJinzu

Tags: #PostApocalyptic #BaseBuilding #HaremKing #OPSystem #ZombieApocalypse #Survival #PowerFantasy #Romance The world ended the day the dead stopped staying dead. Cities fell in hours. Governments collapsed in days. Mutated horrors tore through what the zombies left behind, and humanity, for all its weapons and walls, had no answer. He was just a man trying to stay alive in the wreckage. No weapons. No allies. No hope. Cornered, exhausted, one breath away from becoming another corpse in a world full of them. Then — [Ding! You have Awakened the Survival Architect System!] [Ding! Skill Awarded: Territorial Mark — Designate any location as your base. Build anything. Defend everything.] [Ding! Skill Awarded: Multishop — Your personal store never runs out. Buy what the apocalypse took from everyone else.] Suddenly, surviving wasn't the ceiling anymore. Building was. One base. One shop. And every beautiful woman he pulled from the jaws of the apocalypse? They weren't leaving.

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.

"Honesty and politics don’t belong in the same sentence," they say. Celine Yue, a kind-hearted social worker, stepped into politics to help more people. But what she didn’t know… was that her own party would be the one to end her life. After her death, she wakes up in another world as Cyrina Vaeloria, the Elf Princess—right on the day of her arranged marriage to Lucian Aetherion, the cold, mysterious Human Prince and strongest mage alive. A political union to keep two powerful races from tearing each other apart. But this so-called alliance is just a mask. She despises the way other races are trampled beneath noble boots. Cyrina refuses to be a pretty puppet. She dreams of building a new kingdom—where races aren’t divided by power, bloodlines, or magic. To do that, she’ll need power of her own. And lucky her... she just married the most dangerous man in existence. With sharp wit and stubborn grace, Cyrina slowly bends her cold husband to her will— She toys with the ruthless Archmage, tames the untamable… and drags him into a revolution wrapped in royal silk. After all, if you marry the strongest mage alive… you might as well make him yours. ***** excerpt~ Lucian’s voice is like a blade, low and sharp. “Do you even understand what you said in the royal assembly?” Cyrina lifts her chin, unbothered. “I understand perfectly. I said I’ll build a new kingdom—where every race can live together.” His eyes darken. “You don’t know what you’ve sparked. That speech—” he steps closer, “—could ignite a war. You’re underground now, Cyrina. Buried beneath politics you don’t even see coming.” She spins on her heel and waves dismissively. “Ugh. Kaelen Blackthorn, your master is giving me a migraine. Get me out of this castle before I set it on fire.” Kaelen gives a slow, exaggerated bow. “As you wish, my lady.” He takes her hand like the perfect gentleman and leads her toward the door— But Lucian’s voice booms behind them. “Kaelen. Don’t forget who your master is.” Kaelen pauses. Glances back. “I remember, my lord. But as per your standing order… I obey only my lady’s command.” A smirk tugs at his mouth. “Even if it means going against you.” **** Per Golden Ticket = 2 extra chapters

Steel is my scales, flames cast my bones. The blood of the red dragon and the iron dragon interweaves and fuses in my body, creating a dazzling new life. Flames and steel are my innate talents, and adaptation and evolution are my power to prove eternity. The weak are full of concerns, but the king has no taboos. Anyone who can't kill me will make me stronger. In front of me, those who kneel live, and those who stand die. All things live and die under my control, and I can decide life and death at will. If the whole world is against me, I will burn this world with the power of a dragon, and then rule its ashes. My name is Garros, the world respects me and fears me, and worship me as the eternal and immortal dragon!

James Calloway was a civil engineer in Edinburgh until a structural failure ended his life. He awakens in the Continent, not as a monster-hunting Witcher or a powerful mage, but as Konrad Valaris—a half-dwarf with a pickaxe and a dying body. Bound to the Sovereign Architect System, James discovers he is a "civilization engine" in a world torn apart by war and monsters. The system doesn't grant him superhuman strength; instead, it rewards structural stability, long-term planning, and the creation of institutions that outlast kings. From repairing hairline fractures in stone ceilings to drafting council amendments that resolve racial tensions, James must use his modern engineering knowledge and the "Blueprint" interface to build a sanctuary that can survive the coming darkness. In the Continent, the most dangerous person isn't the one who kills—it's the one who builds what everyone else needs.

What does daily life look like when you're building a home in hell? Chris died the way he lived—unremarkably. A burnout, a college dropout, a man who was never enough. When a bored god pulls his soul into another world, Chris expects power, magic, and a destiny worth living for. Instead, he gets seeds. Now he's stranded in the Barrens, a wasteland where empires dump their exiles to die. His only companions: a bag of magical soil, 180 seeds that can grow into any plant he imagines, and an old caretaker who teaches him the rules of survival. No combat skills. No magic. No grand destiny. Just dirt. Seeds. And one more day. But when a dungeon tide threatens the village, the old man makes a final stand—and Chris is left alone with a dying garden, a growing village, and a voice in his head that whispers he could be so much more. Now exiles find his gate. A fallen demon general offers his sword. An imperial assassin seeks a place to heal. And spies from the great empires watch to see if this gardener will bloom—or become something they fear. In the Barrens, daily life is survival. But Chris is learning to grow something worth surviving for. Seeds of Supremacy is a slow-burn isekai about building a home, carrying the weight of those you've lost, and choosing who you want to become when the world expects you to be a monster. Updates regularly. Plant system. Village building. No harem. No overpowered MC. Just a gardener with seeds and a dream.

The Dance of the Dragons devastated House Targaryen. The war saw its power diminished, and its scions and dragons at the brink of extinction. At war’s end, Rhaena Targaryen, daughter of the Rogue Prince, awakens with dreams of tales chronicling her family’s bleak future. Joined by her siblings, she works to change that fate. Will her quest succeed, or are the Dragons destined to fall?

What if you woke up to find yourself in the body of an emperor… ignored by everyone? An empire weighed down by debt, a currency on the verge of collapse, crumbling borders, and nobles waiting for the throne to fall like wolves waiting for a warm corpse. In this body now lives a young man who was nothing more than a student fascinated by history and numbers—before he was thrown into the life of “Leonardo Ray Clint,” the emperor who ended his life to escape this chaos. But death is no longer an option. Every wrong decision ignites a rebellion. Every reform awakens a conspiracy. From within and beyond the borders, slowly and ominously. As if politics alone were not enough… The signs begin to appear: a blood moon, a black winter, legends returning to life, and cults that believe the end of the world is near. If history has taught him anything, it is that empires do not die suddenly… They are killed, step by step. And the question is no longer: how will he rule? But: can he stop the collapse, or will he leave his name as the last line written in the empire’s history?

I transmigrated into the Hokage World, became a member of the Uzumaki Clan, and just happened to encounter the destruction of the Uzushigakure. Fortunately, I activated the Mass Deployment System! Right from the start, I unlocked the shinigami series Card Pool, and immediately used Mass Deployment on the Thirteen Court Guard Squads! Transforming the Uzushigakure into the Seireitei, and governing the Ninja World's afterlife! Seven Ninja Swordsmen of the Mist: Damn it! Every person in the Uzushigakure has a ninja sword. How are we supposed to fight this? Konoha: The Thirteen Court Guard Squads? The Soul King? When did the Ninja World get such a mysterious power? Orochimaru: Shinigami? Eternal life? I shall become the Captain of the Twelfth Division! Tsunade: Nawaki, you're still alive? Senju Nawaki: Sister, I am a Shinigami now. Awaken! Flower Tree World! The long-lost Wood Release has reappeared in the Ninja World!! Uzumaki Chihiro: From now on, the Uzushigakure will stand at the pinnacle. ---------------------- Advanced chapters at p@treon

So... after dying, I was expecting the usual. White light, reincarnation, maybe a reincarnated checklist. Instead, I got Yu-Gi-Oh. Cool, right? I thought I’d end up in the human world, duel a bit, maybe avoid eye contact with Yugi and Co. so I don’t get sucked into saving the world. Yeah—fate looked at that plan and said: “Nah.” I woke up in the Monster World. You know, where the actual Blue-Eyes, Dark Magician, and way-too-many dragon waifus live? That place. And surprise! Apparently, I am one of them. They call me Albion, the White Dragon King. I’ve got a throne, wings, and a fan club that breathes fire. Also, a human form for when I feel like slumming it with mortals. In the human world, I go by Thomas. I duel with two decks: one based on my own lore (very meta), and one full of adorable, overly affectionate dragon maids. Yes, those DragonMaids. Yes, people stare. Yes, some think I’m a perv. And yes, they have no idea they just insulted an entire race of proud, dangerous magical women who live in another dimension and regularly fight wars. There are seven great Nations in the Monster World, each built around powerful decks and factions. Mine… isn’t taken seriously. Apparently, being a dragon monarchy with an army of maids and a slightly chaotic reputation doesn’t scream “superpower.” Yet. Meanwhile, back in the human world, people are starting to notice something’s off. Yugi’s been giving me suspicious looks. The Pharaoh’s spirit is whispering warnings. And I'm trying really hard not to accidentally reveal that my human body is basically a magical avatar I summon like I’m logging into an MMO. But hey, at least I’ve got my DragonMaids. They call me “Your Majesty,” bring me tea, and cuddle me on my throne. What could go wrong? …Oh right. Everything. Because when you’re the King of Dragons, and your card belongs to a certain main character’s deck… Staying out of the plot is no longer an option. ------ MC: Thomas/Albion Ship: Thomas/Albion X Harem Race: Dragon Deck: DragonMaid and Albaz

In a world of magic and swords where peace is never guaranteed, meet Henry, the second son of the Sinclair Barony. Ever since his older brother was named the official heir, Henry has lived a completely lazy and unambitious life. As a noble with zero responsibilities, he wastes his natural talents to enjoy a life of pure comfort, showing almost no redeeming qualities. Eventually, Henry takes his wild lifestyle a bit too far and gets banished to a remote military outpost. He assumes he just has to rough it for a few weeks before his parents cave in and let him come back home. However, life has other plans. The outpost is suddenly attacked, and Henry is killed. But in a shocking twist of fate, Henry opens his eyes to find himself exactly four years in the past, right on the morning of his coming-of-age ceremony. With a brand new lease on life, how will Henry forge his own path and fix the fatal mistakes of his future? Only time will tell.

I was reborn as Portgas D. Ace, the son of the Pirate King. In the original story, I was supposed to live in the shadow of my father’s 'sin,' join Whitebeard as a loyal son, and die with a hole in my chest at Marineford. To that, I say: Screw the plot! I didn't come to this world to be a tragic footnote. I was born with a soul mutation that grants me two Devil Fruits, a monstrous reserve of energy that never fades, and a Conqueror’s Haki that screams for the world to kneel. I’m not playing the 'Good Son' for Whitebeard, and I’m certainly not running from the Marines. I’m founding the Eclipse Pirates. I don't care about the Pirate King's throne—I'm going to be the only Sovereign this sea has ever seen. The era of 'The Son of Roger' is over. The era of the Eclipse has begun. [OP MC | Dual Devil Fruits | No Whitebeard | Ruthless Progression]

"The best way to predict the future is to build the machine that creates it." ​The Indian subcontinent is a pressure cooker of Cold War paranoia and aging colonial remnants. While the world watches the borders for the flash of muzzle flares, Karan is looking at a different map—one made of supply chains, energy reserves, and industrial bottlenecks. ​Armed with a "System" that calculates the weight of history in real-time, Karan begins a silent, surgical strike against the status quo. His mission isn't just to win a war; it's to ensure India never has to depend on a foreign power to fight one again.