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I am Zeus. King of Gods. Lord of Sky and Storm. Ruler of all creation. I am also sixteen years old, living in a foster home in Columbus, Ohio, with a B-minus average and absolutely no idea how any of this happened. The age of gods is over. Olympus is empty. The world forgot us centuries ago, and honestly? We let it. But something in the dark has been waiting for exactly that moment. When my school cafeteria explodes, and a crack from the deep places opens in the floor — something ancient, something that knew my name — I know the waiting is over. I have no thunderbolt. No power worth mentioning. No army. I have a lab partner named Demi who keeps having visions she can't explain, and somewhere out there, two brothers I haven't spoken to in centuries. I guess that'll have to be enough.

In a world yearning for grand adventure, a soul, weary of mundane existence, is ripped from his reality and thrust into the nascent era of One Piece. Reborn as Dracula D. Alucard, he finds himself in a surprisingly tranquil time, a quiet before the storm of the Great Pirate Era. But within him, a chilling truth awakens: an unyielding immortality. His mere presence shatters the calm, birthing the terrifying legend of an unkillable monster. Even Gol D. Roger, the soon-to-be Pirate King, is left in bewildered disbelief: "I don't understand; that sword thrust clearly hit his vitals." The mighty Whitebeard acknowledges a new horror: "That man is a monster even harder to kill than Kaido!" The World Government, driven to utter despair, can only lament: "We've assassinated him successfully thousands of times. Why is he still alive?!" And the legendary Marine Hero, Garp, simply quips, "Kaido? I think that guy killed him..." For Alucard, however, this endless defiance of death is merely a perplexing fact, or perhaps, a casual game. "What's the big deal?" he asks, a faint, almost innocent tilt to his head, as if genuinely puzzled by their consternation. "Killing me is simple. Just stab my heart about eight million more times." As the world stands on the precipice of an age of grand dreams and unfettered ambition, what fate awaits the eternal devil who cannot die, doomed to wander a sea that promises everything but an end? ——————— PATREON LINK: https://www.patreon.com/AlexandrusTL 100+ advance chapter! ——————— SAUCE: https://wap.faloo.com/new_412421.html

On her 18th birthday, Elena Vale, a young Omega is publicly rejected her fated mate, Kael Draven- the most ruthless and powerful Alpha king of all territories. Humiliated and exiled, she discover that she is not a weak omega but the last descendant of ancient moon-blessed bloodline capable of overthrowing kings. As war erupts between packs, Kael Draven realized that the Young Omega he rejected might be the only one powerful enough to save….or destroy his throne.

In 1920s San Francisco, twelve-year-old Tyler Davis is just an ordinary boy with an extraordinary curiosity for the stars. During a quiet camping trip with his father, a mysterious flaming beam descends from the sky and strikes him — an event that should have been impossible, yet leaves no visible scars… only a destiny waiting to awaken. For years, life moves on. Tyler grows up, studies history, falls in love, and struggles through loss and war. But beneath the surface, something ancient burns within him — a power tied to a celestial force older than humanity itself. When a divine being known as the Phoenix God reveals the truth, Tyler learns that he was chosen as a successor — a guardian meant to stand between existence and annihilation. Tested by tragedy, shaped by grief, and driven by his refusal to abandon Earth, Tyler accepts the burden of power on his own terms. In just a decade, the boy who once watched the stars becomes Phoniexman — a protector who walks the line between humanity and godhood, defending not only his world but countless others from threats rising beyond the horizon of the universe. But with cosmic power comes a question that will define his legacy: Can someone who still carries a human heart truly wield the fire of a god?

In a world where every soul is born marked by the divine swirl and supernatural powers, the mark is a curse, not a blessing. For an eternity, people have believed in the coming of a messiah, someone born without the mark, a savior who would put an end to the curse. Alyss was born without one. They did not crown him. They did not protect him. They killed him. Death, however, refused to keep him. Alyss wakes up again in another body, in another time, with a life that was never meant to be his. Every life he leads pulls him through a falling kingdom, an unfulfilled prophecy, and a hidden disaster. He does not have a say in where he goes or whose life he takes, nor does he have an identity that lasts longer than a moment in time. Monsters emerge where the timelines are broken. Old powers awaken beneath the earth, watching and waiting. He moves from world to world, but through it all, one thing follows him like a shadow that never fades: Alyss cannot be dead. Caught in an endless cycle of borrowed lives and unwanted survival, Alyss holds on to one goal. To learn why he dies. To break the chain. And to die, and stay dead. This is the story of a man who managed to die. ***** Find me on: Discord - theforgotten68_63164 Reddit - u/Forgotten68 5 Chapters A Week This novel is simultaneously published on Royalroad.com under the name Alyss In Dreamland

**Synopsis: Veil of the Unseen Path** Eron has spent eighteen years perfecting the art of being forgotten. To teachers he is average. To classmates he is harmless. To bullies he is easy. He answers questions softly, scores just high enough to pass unnoticed, and lets the world label him a pushover—because revealing the mind that quietly devours differential equations, quantum paradoxes, and every hidden pattern in existence would only paint a target on his back. He chooses invisibility. Logic demands it. His family is the only place the mask softens: his gentle mother who believes in quiet effort, and his father—a man of sealed lips and long absences—who works for something he will never name. One moonlit night, that father slips into Eron’s room like a shadow. No words. Only a silent ritual: something cold and metallic pressed to his son’s chest, a bloom of unnatural warmth, then gone. In the morning, Harlan has vanished again. Eron says nothing. He never does. Days later his body begins to change—muscles carving themselves from frailty, senses sharpening to a predator’s edge. The world notices. He still hesitates at every raised voice. Then the sky remembers it is not supposed to be kind. A low, grinding earthquake. Crimson days that refuse to end. Scarlet rain that falls like judgment, burning through flesh and bone. In hospital beds the dying rise screaming with power—flames at their command, wind in their breath, impossible strength in trembling hands. Before every surviving face a screen appears: eternal, unblinking. *Cultivation Level*. Quests. Rewards. A ladder to godhood for anyone willing to climb. Eron sees only empty air. His home stands silent. His family is gone. Only an old silver pendant remains—its runes faintly warm, as though it remembers something he does not. Then the world itself dies and is reborn. Technology perishes in a single apocalyptic roar. Concrete twists into ancient timber and tiled roofs. The modern city becomes something older, crueler—a lawless realm where strength is law and the weak are currency. In the heart of his transformed room lies a single book that was not there before: *The Eternal Path of the Martial Artist*. When he traces its first form, something wild and pure surges through him—for one blinding heartbeat—then vanishes. No screen guides him. No quests promise him power. No one knows what he carries in his blood, what his father did that night, or why the pendant pulses when no one else is watching. To a newborn murim world already crowning its new gods, Eron is nothing. A forgotten boy. A blank space. A mistake. And that is the most dangerous thing of all. Because some paths were never meant to be assigned. Some flames were never meant to be lit by anyone else. And some veils, once torn, cannot be mended. Eron steps forward into the crimson-shadowed wilds. Unbound. Unseen. Unstoppable. The true story begins where every system ends.

Tian Dao, an ordinary boy from Earth, dies unexpectedly, only to awaken in a vast cultivation world where mortals, immortals, and gods clash for supremacy. Reincarnated with the same name, he discovers his bloodline traces back to a Primordial Emperor, activating a mysterious Primordial System that guides him, rewards him, and grants him powers beyond imagination. From humble beginnings in the Mortal World, Tian Dao battles demons, rival sects, and hidden enemies across the Upper Realm, Years Realm, and the chaotic expanses of the Primordial Chaos World. Every victory, every betrayal, and every alliance shapes his rise as he strives to become the Immortal Emperor and establish the legendary Tian Lan Sects across countless worlds. But power comes with a price. The multiverse is filled with enemies, from cunning sect leaders to ancient overlords, each hiding secrets that could destroy Tian Dao’s destiny. Will he ascend to godhood, or will the hidden forces of the cosmos unravel his ambitions?

Four years ago, Wu Tian, inebriated, had a chance encounter with a woman, after which a mysterious treasure flew through the window and struck him, leading to his ascension to the Immortal Realm. Four years later, having undergone extensive cultivation in his ring, Wu Tian had become the Wutian Celestial Emperor, a formidable figure who returned. However, he never expected that the woman from that time was actually his unseen fiancée, and she had borne him a daughter!

In a universe where peace is law and freedom is forbidden, a spark rises. A power awakens, and the cosmos will never be the same. Official insta ID : Ora.Seals.Official

I transmigrated and went through numerous hardships to become an official, but unexpectedly, I was falsely accused by my superior and thrown into prison. Then, I awakened the Eternity Mirror and began the cycle of cultivation. I could solidify my fate with [Dao Fruit], ensuring eternal enlightenment about Tao. Using parallel worlds as a way to avoid calamities, I sought blessings in the real world... In the first life, I joined the Heaven and Earth Society as an important mission to resist the Qing Dynasty. I condensed the fate of [Righteous Thief], performing righteous deeds, striving to conquer my destiny. Faced with threats from the imperial court, there was a chance to seek good luck and avoid misfortune. I also became a disciple of the Dragon Gate Sect's Daoist, learning the art of the Corpse Immortal. I condensed the fate of [Underground Lord], a third-class wandering ghost in the underworld without a ghost register or duties, the beginning of Corpse Immortals... What about the second life? I haven't decided yet...

[You have transmigrated, named Gu Sheng, and are a farm boy.] [This is a dynasty in chaos, where demons and monsters lurk and bandits run rampant; as someone at the bottom, you face hellish survival difficulties.] [You decide to lay low.] [You awaken a mastery panel.] [You breathe a sigh of relief, you can start grinding.] [You grind Chopping Wood to Perfect, chopping bones and breaking tendons with ease.] [You grind archery to Perfect, becoming a godlike archer who can hit a louse at a hundred paces.] [You learn the Iron Stone Fist, set foot on the path of a Martial Artist, and grind it to Perfect, with punches as heavy as a million pounds.] …… [You learn the Longevity Eternal Youth True Art, greatly extending your lifespan, giving you more time to grind, and greater hope to lay low.] …… [You grind to the limit, steadily laying low, and one day you suddenly realize, you are invincible.]

``` "Alas, this life is a failure; let's see what the next life holds." ... "The second life has ended, calculating results... Final rating: C+. Rewards based on rating: You may choose to inherit one item from Constitution, Skill, or Talent. Please select?" Hmm, I choose to inherit the Talent 'Dynamic Vision'." "Talent inherited... Congratulations on achieving the following lifetime achievements: Innate Grandmaster; Blessing of Many Offspring (10/10)" Achievement rewards: Two random rewards. You may draw from Constitution, Skill, or Talent, or choose to upgrade Talent level. Please select? ... A reborn individual, in possession of the treasure 'Hundred Lifetimes book', reincarnates within the Cultivation World, undergoing endless cycles of rebirth without the bloodline ending or the soul perishing! The family he established ten thousand years ago has now grown into a massive entity that spans the heavens. The disciple taken in casually eight thousand years ago ultimately became the founder of a Great Sect in the Immortal Realm. The pet raised three thousand years ago has evolved into an unparalleled Demon Saint of the Otherworld. ... I am Zhao Sheng, and I shall cultivate life after life until Ascension! ```

Standing before you is the Quicklime Martial Saint, the founder of the Taiyang Fist, the Flower Folding Master of Dinghu, Half-step Master Invincible Under Heaven, the First Sword of Xuanmen, the Judicial God, and Taiyi. ... After the end of the Dharma, a time of grand corruption descends, the world devoid of spiritual essence, and the system of Dao fruits takes precedence. Embracing Dao fruits, ascending step by step, thereby possessing the power of gods and saints, transcending the ordinary to achieve holiness. 'Just like this,' Jiang Li said while summoning a dog, 'Heavenly Dog, bite him.'

This is one heck of a Victorian-style fantasy novel. Add a spoonful of steam engines to make that darned technology tree come alive! Add a spoonful of love and hatred, so everyone has good reasons to brawl! Add a spoonful of madness to lighten up this gloomy world, and finally, add a spoonful of natural disasters to play the main boss... and so on! Phew, that's a lot! ... Year 931 in the Engerwick Calendar. The city I reside in has been hailed as the most advanced in the West. The main reasons? The world-shaking steam technology, emerging technologies, and the wellspring of chaos. Can't deny it, but the fact remains that people keep flocking here to live. This city always gives you a glimmer of hope, whether it's lies or illusions, but it's so close, within arm's reach, making you risk life and limb. A city of hallucinations. I am one of those dream-chasers.

After a tragic car crash, a devoted father awakens not in a hospital—but in a dark forest under twin moons. Disoriented and alone, he must fight for survival in a brutal fantasy world that feels as real as the pain in his body. Armed only with his instincts and makeshift weapons, he begins a desperate journey to understand this strange realm and find a way home. Come join and see his adventures that includes over the top divine humor, action packed scenes, romance, and life changing events that any person may relate to. Follow his progression to the top, only to lead him to his failures, and facing the tragedies.

Not all names were written in the annals. Some were erased… because the world was not ready to remember them. Twenty-three centuries ago, two beings defied the heavens. Not with armies. With a bond. The empire recorded the war. History preserved the victory. But the truth was sealed in blood, jade, and silence. Since then, destiny has waited. For when an oath passes through death, when two souls refuse to obey time, when heaven itself hesitates… When the Dragon awakens and the Phoenix remembers, let the world fall silent… and understand. Whoever hears the echo will comprehend. Whoever comprehends it… will never again forget. The Dragon and the Phoenix is not a legend. It is a forbidden memory. 鳳凰

"When humans came, died witches fame, the watchers intervened, extinguishing both flames." -: legend from Salem. Sierra, the princess of the witches was cast out of Salem for breaking the most important oath 'coming in contact with a human.' However,that forbidden deed brought about a son, a curse to the witches. Sierra soon finds out that the witches had tried to kill she and her son from fear of the ancient legend, where humans bring doom to their existence. Serving as one man's mistress after escaping Salem, she is killed mysteriously, but her son is saved. Their society, rapidly civilises and Aros the product of a curse from witches, and a human father, continues his life in college, but the past soon starts to hunt him. The loop of that ancient legend where nobody knows why it's continuous after the cycle of a thousand years slowly reveals reasons behind it to Armaros, through the inked tattoos that had appeared on his skin at a young age. The questions start, "Was my father human to begin with? Why do the witches want want me dead? and most importantly, What am I?" Aros digs for answers. Having his friends by his side, they unravel this mystery, where each of them face their own problems and the pull of love comes in. They soon come to realise that creatures from vast realms walk the earth. "Phantom's dice rolls again, The debt must be paid." -: lost legend. Art by: Dew

Lin Xuiyao has died once. When she opens her eyes, she finds herself back in 1966, at the beginning of a life she wants nothing to do with. She refuses to repeat it. When she finds an ancestral legacy, Xuiyao steps onto a path few mortals can ever perceive. Cultivation, the art of surviving heaven itself. As dangers come from both a mundane world and an unseen one, she must become stronger, faster, and ruthless. This time, she will not be cornered; she will not be prey. This time, she will cultivate. A Cultivator's True Path. ____________________________________________ Disclaimer The story begins in China in 1966 and continues into other worlds. It is not meant to be historically accurate. The novel contains violence, moral ambiguity, power struggles, and mature romantic themes, including dual cultivation. The relationships are created over time. The protagonist is not the traditional righteous hero/heroine. She will make choices that serve her purpose. Also, just so you know. Righteous cultivators aren't always that righteous.

In a fantasy world where gods, magic, and levels exist, usually, a low-level undead like a skeleton in a dungeon is pretty mediocre. Luckily for this decently new and particularly lucky cadaver, the God of Undeath is growing bored, and has accumulated a bit too many unused Divinity Points compared to the more active gods. With proper sapience unlike their fellow low-rank undead, along with a bored deity watching closely, our unnamed protagonist is soon to begin their new life—er, unlife.

There are nine Absolute Beings. They are not Gods. They are not Gods of Concepts. The Gods of Concepts were merely their Avatars. They are the Concept themselves. They are Space, Time, Matter/Energy, Life, Death, Order, Chaos, Infinity and Creation. But before that, there was absolutely nothing. No light, no darkness, just nothing. He is the true void. He is Nonexistence.