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His Eminence In Umbra: Only My Darkness Is Truly Bottomless!

WARNING: This story isn’t for the faint of heart. The main character is shameless, crude, and unapologetically ruthless. If you want a clean-cut hero who plays by the rules, this isn’t your tale. But if you crave raw power, dark humor, divine legacies, and the rise of a shameless, ruthless legend — buckle up. Corven Umbrovante has been slowly biding his time, waiting for the proper moment to strike. Ever since learning that his father is Erebus, the Primordial God of Darkness and one of the most powerful beings in existence, Corven has been building his strength in secret. For despite being amongst the oldest and most terrifying beings in creation, Erebus is also amongst the most elusive. Few truly know of his existence, let alone his position within the divine hierarchy — especially mortals and the newer gods. But power attracts enemies. And Erebus has many. As the son of the Primordial of Darkness and the inheritor of a feared legacy tied to the a forgotten family who once ruled the Shadow Realm and its fallen powers, Corven quickly becomes a target in a brutal world ruled by divine cultivators, ancient Houses, monsters, and ruthless politics. In this world, strength defines worth, betrayal is currency, and weakness is an invitation to die. So Corven must grow stronger. Faster. Smarter. More ruthless. Because if he doesn’t, the enemies hunting him will bury him long before he ever reaches his full potential. His road is a bloody one, filled with war, betrayal, ancient enemies, and powers beyond mortal comprehension. Yet, with his yandere of a betrothed by his side, loyal friends at his back, and a primordial family that seems hellbent on gifting him absurdly overpowered abilities, Corven may actually stand a chance against the forces seeking his downfall... At least externally, anyway. Because the true enemy may lie within. See, power in this world comes at a cost. And Primordial Spawns are cursed notoriously worse than most. Born with limitless potential and favored by the universe itself, the stronger they become, the more their sanity begins to fracture beneath the weight of their own power. After all, the cost of power is madness and, as a Primordial Spawn, Corven has madness in spades. Suffice to say, if the enemies of Erebus don’t kill Corven before his ascension... His own insanity might just do the trick. He fights dirty. He talks back. Mercy? There is none left. This is not a story about heroes. This is the rise of a shadowborn monster the world tried to erase — and the legend that will force them to remember why darkness was the very first element in creation... And why it is feared. ------------------------------------ P.S: There will be no harem but there will more than one female lead. It’ll be a long game, though, so don’t expect any smut action before Chapter 200! ------------------------------------ Additional Tags: - Anti-Hero - Villain - Magic - Cultivation - Undead - Summons - Broken - Two Wives - No Harem - Duogamy - Gods - Myths - Betrayals - Vengeance - Werewolves - Vampires - Demons - Warlocks - Witches ------------------------------------ Release Schedule & Bonuses • 2+ Chapters every 3–4 days • Bonus Chapter every third Friday • Power Stone Milestones:   • 35 = +1 Chapter   • 55 = +4 Chapters • 20 Shares = +2 Chapters ------------------------------------ Read. Vote. Share. Let’s climb—one shadow at a time.
BroodyKai · 16k Views

Talent Awakening: Rise Of The Underestimated All-Profession Awakener!

[Warning: R18+ contents are to be expected!] Roman Rings was just another guy trying to give himself a fighting chance. Entering the Badlands, the merciless realm where monsters rule and legends are born, was every youngster’s dream. But only a small fraction were ever chosen. Roman happened not to seem like he was one of them. Strength? Low. Physique? Mediocre. Academy Grades? Average. Financial Status? Broke ass. A nobody among nobodies. At a point, Roman had already given up on ever standing among the chosen. Until the impossible happened. [Infinite Dominion System Activated!] [Congratulations. You have awakened the X Rank Talent: Soulmancy.] [Every living organism you slay shall belong to you.] [You have obtained the Title: Monarch of the Fallen.] [All slain beings have a 10000% chance of becoming your eternal servants.] [Additional Function Unlocked: You have received a Legendary Blessing. Therefore, you may perform every Profession in existence with 100% mastery.] In a single moment, the most overlooked man became something the world had never seen before. An anomaly. And just when Roman thought his life couldn’t get any crazier… His long-awaited invitation arrived. Welcome to the Badlands. . For every 300+ Power Stones in a week, there will be a mass release! For every 100 Golden Tickets in a month, there will be a massive mass release! Your supports are appreciated. Your supports are legendary!
Reaper_XXD · 141.8k Views

Game of gods and kings

In the far away continent of kalinor, a place far too far to be recorded on any known map, the thousand years war between the kingdoms of Mercia and Fridonia came to an abrupt standstill when king Raymond draklyn of Mercia was poisoned to death.This has made the once powerful kingdom to crumble apart as every one of his seven children and countless other clever and ambitious lords, ladies and neighbors are now staking their claims to his empty throne through alliances, betrayals, assassinations and war. However unknown to the warring parties while they are focused on devouring each other, a great and powerful evil that is long forgotten by the people and relegated to myth has decided that the time is right to take advantage of the chaos and lay certain claims of its own. In order to prevent this and end the situation in general, the great goddess of order Diana is forced to play her trump card.... by summoning a select group of players from earth. Now it is entirely up to the clueless and inexperienced young men and women to curb the ambition of greedy powerful men, end a thousand years old war that shows no signs of relenting and battle the ferocious creatures from hell itself while trying not to die in a world where everything and everyone is actively trying to kill them. Good luck EXCREPT In a dim launch chamber lined with inactive VR pods, Rena Stormfort stands in a sleek black immersion suit with copper neural bands at her temples, while Adrian Stormfort, severe in his long gray coat and gloves, watches the Kalinor startup sigils flicker across a glass console. The room still hums with the promise of adventure, but Rena’s clenched jaw says that promise has already curdled into something far darker. Rena Stormfort: " You know I spent seventeen hundred dollars just to buy my way into this game which was supposed to give me peace of mind. How is it that I wake up trapped between rival gods, corpse-archers that kill from thirty miles away, and a thousand years old demon chewing through half of my soul?" Adrian Stormfort: "Stop talking like a customer who wants a refund and start thinking like a survivor, Rena." Rena Stormfort: " Survival? I bought a game, Adrian, not a death sentence." Adrian Stormfort: "Kalinor does not care what you bought; it only cares whether you are strong enough to endure what it is." Rena slams her palm against the console, making the map of Kalinor flare from the western hills to the northern mines. Adrian does not flinch; he steps closer and deactivates the emergency disconnect with a deliberate turn of a brass key. The console projects a fractured crown over the map as claimant banners ignite one by one, and the chamber’s light paints Rena’s face in war-colors while Adrian’s stern expression never softens beneath his silver-streaked hair. The truth settles between them: the dead king’s crisis was never just game lore, but a seal keeping older evils asleep. Rena Stormfort: "So the throne war is a distraction, and while humans, dwarves, elves, and dragons tear each other apart, something ancient is waiting for the kingdom to bleed open." Adrian Stormfort: "Not waiting—waking. Our souls were marked for a reason Rena. I believe Diana chose us to stand where she has failed." Rena Stormfort: "She could have told us that before we were drowning in this shit." Adrian face quickly stiffened Adrian Stormfort: "You wanted the truth; here it is—if you cannot master the gods, the demon, and the war, then Kalinor will bury you and call it justice. This world gives no quarter to weaklings my dear and if you cannot survive, then Die and get out of the way of those who can." Rena steadies her breathing, then reaches past Adrian and reactivates the world gate herself, her confident stare hardening into resolve. Adrian gives the smallest nod, accepting her choice as the portal opens and pulls them both back toward Kalinor.
Daoistpho8DS · 287 Views

Scholar's Mate

“In an age where knowledge cuts deeper than knives, Victoria is about to learn far more than is safe for any soul to bear.” Victoria and Robert were torn from the gentle dullness of their ordinary century and cast into a realm governed by proto-concepts—those ancient, unblinking truths from which life, death, and divinity themselves are carved. Proclaimed “Heroes” by a world too desperate to question its own choices, they were commanded to rise in strength, confront a Demon Lord, and deliver salvation to a land that had never been theirs. Robert donned the mantle with the fervour of a man stepping into destiny. Victoria… hesitated. And in that hesitation, something old—older than scripture, older than light—turned its gaze toward her. She felt its attention like a draft through a locked room. In a moment poised between terror and terrible understanding, she accepted its offer: a contract sealed in silence, a year of her life exchanged for a thing that should never have been permitted to exist. Not in this world. Not in any. She did not yet grasp that, in straying from the Hero’s ordained path, she had not merely shifted her fate— she had begun to unwrite the very scaffolding of her humanity. Now Victoria walks like a phantom through a world that has marched on without her— one year behind the celebrated Hero, yet burdened with an insight so sharp it threatens to cut her free from mortality itself. She can now trespass upon knowledge forbidden to scholars, sorcerers, or even those who stand at the pinnacle of human mastery. She commits the kind of acts whispered only of beings who have stepped beyond the human threshold… and never returned. And in a world built on primordial, immovable truths, one truth endures: Knowledge is power. But power, when mishandled, becomes a curse that devours its bearer— quietly, inevitably, like rot beneath embroidered silk.
NovaLumin · 216.4k Views