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Tian Long, an orphan without much of a life in both his thirty year long life and lifespan! To him, a single opportunity was displayed to transmigrate into another world with his Death Book! "What's this? Is this the body of a three year old? Davis? Is this my name from now on?" Finding himself possessing a small child, he becomes inwardly conflicted before he faces the truth and his reality! Young Davis finds himself as the legal heir, the Crown Prince of the Loret Empire in the Grand Sea Continent, becoming a powerful cultivator in a short time... However, is that all? Follow his journey as Young Davis becomes a full fledged death's advocate while embodying into the Divine Emperor of Death in the world of cultivation! "Mn? The route to become the Emperor is a given? Nah, I still don't want it..." "Oh? I'm courting death you say? Unfortunately for you, death is already my woman..." == Almost 200,000 words (Around 170 Chapters) available for free! == English isn't my main language, so please bear with it if you found some mistakes. == Want to see more official art of the story and discuss the story with others? Join the Discord! Discord and support links https://discord.gg/xcqXR6p https://www.patreon.com/stardust_breaker == Power Stones Ranking (Updated : 29th September 2022) 16th so far Golden Ticket Ranking: 11th so far Other than this, I'm planning for individual mass releases as well but don't rely on it.

In the lightless depths of the mines, hope is the first thing to die. Nathan, transmigrated from modern mediocrity into the broken, starving body of a child slave, realizes his second life is destined to end even faster than his first. Surrounded by the stench of decay and the sadistic crack of the overseer's whip, he is moments away from becoming just another set of anonymous bones in the dark. But fate delivers a twisted lifeline. On the brink of oblivion, an anomaly awakens within him: The Patriarch System. It is a cruel paradox. The system demands that the lowest creature in the hierarchy begin recruiting disciples to gain power. Yet, Nathan has no strength, and no resources only the cynical, desperate mind of an adult trapped in a frail child's form. How does a powerless slave become a master in a world ruled by absolute strength?

It is about a 15-Year-Old boy who reincarnates as a Super-Ultra (Alien) in the Cloverfield and other Universes that are fused together, with some powers. There are many other Universes fused together like Lovecraftian Mythos, Monster-Verse, Annihilation, The 5th Wave, etc.,

Nagato once sought to break the cycle of hatred in his war-torn world, wielding power and ideology with merciless focus. But after his defeat at the hands of Naruto Uzumaki, He expected only oblivion—until consciousness returns in a world that is not his own. Reincarnated as a young boy in Musutafu, Japan, Nagato awakens with his memories intact and his formidable abilities reshaped by this strange new reality, where “quirks” dominate the definition of power. Familiar ideals of justice and conflict twist beneath the society’s glimmering surface, and Nagato recognizes echoes of the world he lost. As he navigates the complexities of hero society, Nagato must confront the legacy of pain he carries—and decide whether the path of a hero, villain, or something altogether different will finally bring about the peace he’s always sought. But shadows are gathering, and soon, both heroes and villains will learn how true pain can reshape the world.

A being born from a subtance called ether creates, a universe full of life that he must watch as a bystander only interevning when it is paramount, watching the universe he created he sees the life of beings born from this world feeling their growth,pain and experience, and soon eveything will unfold in his eyes

A dragon born in a pond may rule its waters—but it still needs a catalyst to ascend. And what could ever threaten a dragon in a pond? Vera stood unrivalled across the Five Planes. No master could match him; no challenge could humble him. Strength, he believed, was something he had earned through relentless pursuit. That certainty shatters when he encounters a mysterious man who proves—without effort—that Vera’s path has barely begun. Brought face to face with death, Vera realises the truth: he was never strong because of the path he walked. He walked it because he was strong—and because of that, he had unknowingly trapped himself beneath a ceiling of his own making. Now, having glimpsed a light far brighter than himself, Vera understands his insignificance—and chooses to confront it. To break the limits he imposed. To challenge the guardians that stand above all. Not to survive. But to truly become strong.

*Marked by the Last Omen* Kieran Vale learned early that survival was not a reward, only a habit. He grew up in a city that forgot people like him, where hunger was ordinary and silence was safer than hope. Kieran never expected more from life than to endure it, one quiet day at a time. Then the sky fractured, and the world he knew folded in on itself without warning. He wakes in the Shatterlands, a realm stitched together from broken futures and ruined timelines. Cities hang frozen mid-collapse beneath a fractured sky, and the air hums with something watching. Monsters roam freely. Humans awaken strange powers. Survival becomes a contest governed by rules no one understands. That is when the mark appears. Branded into Kieran’s back like a living wound, the eye-shaped sigil burns with heat and dread. Along with it comes visions of his own death, moments before they happen. Every time the mark activates, his body moves on instinct, avoiding fatal blows before his mind can react. The mark saves him. And every time it does, someone else dies. At first, Kieran refuses to see the pattern. Death is everywhere in the Shatterlands. But the truth becomes impossible to ignore. Each warning redirects fate, sparing his life at the cost of another’s. His power does not prevent death. It transfers it. As the Awakened organize into fragile factions, Kieran becomes something worse than powerless. He becomes dangerous. Others gain weapons, elements, or control over beasts. Kieran gains fear. Rumors spread of disasters that follow him, of a man marked by an Omen that demands payment in blood. Kieran tries to isolate himself, to suppress the mark, to survive without triggering it. But the Shatterlands do not allow neutrality. Every hesitation invites annihilation. Every refusal costs lives. When he meets Iria Solenn, a calculating survivor who can access the memories of the dead, Kieran begins to understand the truth. The Shatterlands were not an accident. The Awakened were not chosen at random. And the system governing this realm is not cruel or kind. It is indifferent. At its center stands the Arbiter, an unseen observer that enforces balance and watches humanity struggle beneath impossible choices. To it, Kieran’s Omen is not a flaw. It is a mechanism. As Kieran grows stronger, the mark evolves. The visions linger longer. The outcomes grow clearer. And for the first time, he glimpses futures where the deaths are not random. They are chosen. Kieran must decide whether to let fate claim lives in his place, or to take control and decide who pays the cost of his survival. In a world where power demands sacrifice, he faces a truth more terrifying than death. The Last Omen was never meant to save the world. It was meant to see how far a human could be pushed before breaking. And the system is watching.

"I haven't slept in two hundred years. And then I touched you, and the world finally went quiet." Han Jeo is the face of a generation—a "Vogue" god, a global superstar, and a Pureblood vampire hiding a mind fraying at the edges. For two centuries, he hasn't known the mercy of sleep. He is a predator living in a waking hell, waiting for the one thing that can stop the screaming in his blood. Taeyul is a nobody. A twenty-three-year-old "burden" working three jobs to pay for a life he doesn't even want. He’s terrified of the dark, haunted by a recurring nightmare of a man with glowing eyes trying to tear his heart out. When a chance encounter in a grimy bar links them together, the truth becomes a lethal trap. To Han Jeo, Taeyul isn't a human—he’s a Sanctuary. A drug. A living, breathing "Off" switch. Now, the superstar has a new obsession. He doesn't want Taeyul’s love. He wants his presence. He wants his skin. He wants to own the only thing that brings him peace, even if he has to burn Taeyul’s world down to do it. "You call it kidnapping, Dumbo. I call it a career upgrade. Now get in the bed—I’ve been waiting two centuries for this, and I’m not a patient man." A dark, gritty, and sassy BL tale of obsession, ancient debts, and the thin line between a savior and a monster.

The universe had been split into two halves. One half contained the celestials, and the other contained the demons. The demons and celestials had always lived in a constant conflict, always attempting to eradicate the other with every chance that they got. For thousands of years, the celestials had developed new ways to oppress the demons instead of trying to co exist without conflict, for it was their nature to rid the universe of demons. Amidst the whole chaos was Dean, a young adult that lived a normal and fruitless life. From birth as a demon, he had always strived to become someone of importance, but it seemed almost impossible due to his poor ability to increase his demonic rank. During his aimless journey, he came across a wave of celestial energy that somehow found its way into the demonic realm. Out of desperation, he absorbed the energy becoming half demon and half celestial. During his evolution, his view of the world changed. He was always thought to see the celestials as a for, but ever since he became part celestial, the pure hatred that he was thought to feel towards the celestials lessened, and he couldn't decide who was forth fighting for. Will Dean stand by the demonic race, protecting them from the celestials, and ignore the fact that they had always looked down on him for being weak? Or will his anger drive him to side with the celestials and being chaos upon the demonic race?

“TABORÉ-BANE Making of the Sapphire Citadel” is an epic narration of a Queen, driven by ambition. Lady Serenya, is caught in a web of ancient oaths and ruthless power plays. Yet she strives to build a living citadel that defies time and embraces her rhythm. Bound by love, betrayal, and a mysterious legacy unknown to her, she must protect all that is hers and lead the Sapphire Legion through shadows that threaten to consume. Within whispers in the marsh and the rising song of stone, this tale is a journey of a woman’s ambition, courage, and sacrifice to reach her destiny. Towering mountains, shifting sands, and enchanted realms form the setting of the epic. In this mist-wrapped Tabore-Bane, destiny is not a gift but a burden to be endured. Haunted by melodies of her distant homeland and guided by ancient relics pulsing with forbidden power, Serenya must weave strength from memory and magic to survive. As the mountain peaks hold their breath, tumult stirs in the shadows. Whispered prophecies, fractured alliances, and spectral guardians stir beneath the land, threatening to unravel the fragile hope she carries. Kaelis and Darven, Serenya’s chosen emissaries sent into the labyrinthine of the island, follow paths marked by riddles in stone to realise that they are not just scouts but catalysts in a game played by eternals. The island shifts beneath their feet and watches them, bending reality with every breath, testing those who dare tread it. Among tribal spirits, hidden watchers, and unseen dangers, a quest unfolds to unravel a dangerous dance of trust and treachery. “Taborer-bane: The Making of the Sapphire Citadel” is a fantasy of memory, power, and the endurance of hope. From frostbitten peaks to haunted marshlands, it weaves a tale of Serenya’s unyielding spirit confronting the forces that seek to silence truth and bend her world into shadow. Dive into a world rich with intrigue, ancient mysteries, and relentless courage. Discover the forgotten rites and the forging of a legend. In this struggle, the test will be of loyalty, and she may lose everything to gain freedom. Welcome into Tabor-Bane, a land not for the Light Hearted.

> **"Misunderstanding magic? Impossible. I'm just a humble supermarket cashier."** > Henry Anthony wiped his hands on his apron, looking at the Ministry official with innocent eyes. > "Sir, we detected Grade-5 Necromancy energy," the official insisted. > Henry paused for a second. **"Oh. Are you referring to my skeletal pet? Or the fact that I crawled out of my own grave last Tuesday?"** > The next day, Henry didn't get arrested. Instead, he got a job offer. > **Albus Dumbledore:** "Mr. Anthony, Hogwarts is in need of a unique talent like you." > **Henry:** "To teach Defense Against the Dark Arts?" > **Albus Dumbledore:** "No. Muggle Studies." > Thus, Hogwarts welcomed its weirdest professor in history. > He doesn't care about blood purity. He doesn't care about House points. > He just wants a quiet life and his monthly paycheck. > But when a certain Dark Lord tries to resurrect himself and disturb Henry's peace... > Henry sighs and picks up his shovel. > **"Look, buddy. Coming back from the dead is MY specialty. Get back in the ground."** > **What to expect:** > **Undead MC:** A Necromancer who acts like a chill salaryman. > **Professor POV:** Teaching young wizards about "Supermarket Economics" and "How to use a Toaster". > **AU Canon:** The Golden Trio Era, but chaotic. > **No Harem / Slice of Life / Comedy / OP Protagonist**

What if a feared mafia of a famous clan who had already given up on life had transmigrated in the body of a traitor? On his 28th birthday Lee hyun’s wish seems to be fulfilled, the desire to be resting like a rotting corpse that buried deep down the sand has come, but at that time he wasn’t aware what was await of his destiny. After being devoured by the fire he had transmigrated into the unknown world of the traitor’s body and a threat of an empire. But even though after living a second life, Lee Hyun only wants one thing for himself, and so he continues to embrace the death just to be stuck in the cycle of revival. *Khalid De’l Urchtdorf, a curse of immortality has passed down.* "F*ck!"

Life can be a blessing as much as it can be a curse. It all depends on luck, ability, and mentality. Again and again throughout history, the life of some had been worth more than the life of others. "He" knows this best. With no name to speak of, and no memories of where and when it all started, all "he" can do is fight an unknown force that won't allow "him" the most basic right at life, but is living in itself a grand enough goal? Because cultures, times, people, and the will of gods differ, somebody's life can never be like somebody else's. Of course, adding magic to everything can even shatter the fragile concept of life. Even so, be it a slow start or a luxurious life, the same fate would always drag "him" back. Who was at fault? Who deserved to be punished? "He" didn't know, but the one truth in "his" life was that death wasn't the end. Updates every 6 days! Extra chapters (6 at the moment) on Patreon. Check it out on my writer page or on the link below! https://linktr.ee/RaduSili

Elara Ashford, 23, has been living a lie her entire life. She was brought up as Princess of Veridia, wearing silk and jewels, and she believes she has royal blood in her veins. However, when a marriage alliance insists that she marry the dreaded Dragon King of the North in order to stop war, her adopted family reveals the terrible truth: she was born with the real princess. She is merely the daughter of a commoner, a stand-in for the legitimate heir who was concealed for her "protection." Elara is now being sent to her death with a single, unachievable task: either make the monster fall in love with her or her real family, the commoners who abandoned her, will be put to death for treason. The Northern Kingdom is a real-life nightmare. Towers of obsidian are circled by dragons. In courtyards, Fae warriors hone their blades. In dimly lit hallways, witches murmur. And in charge of it all is Kael Draven, the ancient and deadly Dragon King, whose touch burns like dragonfire, whose amber eyes see through every lie, and whose court keeps a watchful eye on the frail human bride like wolves circling wounded prey. Elara anticipated a monster. She discovers a king who is plagued by centuries-old curses, haunted by betrayal, and frantically searching for his fated mate, whom he believes will break the curse that is slowly killing his people. He believes that *she* is a bond. She's not his mate, though. Wearing a stolen crown, she is a fraud. Elara learns that people have been lying about the North for generations as she makes her way through assassination attempts, lethal court politics, and a developing fascination with the dragon who could burn her with a single breath. Humans have betrayed the "monsters." And centuries ago, a human princess betrayed Kael himself, bringing a curse upon his entire kingdom. Elara's world falls apart when the real Princess Seraphine is found—beautiful, gifted with magic, and Kael's *actual* fated mate. Kael and Seraphine's mate bond is unquestionably ancient and ignites instantly. Elara ought to move aside. Let fate do its thing. However, Seraphine didn't have to spend months gaining the dragon warriors' trust. didn't put her life in danger to lift old curses. didn't fall in love with a monarch who taught her that monsters are created, not born. Elara is faced with an impossible decision after learning that Seraphine is a part of a plot to overthrow the Northern Kingdom from within and that the "true princess" is the real danger to the precarious peace: – Lose Kael to his true love and expose Seraphine. – Keep quiet and watch the kingdom she has come to love burn. – Fight for a love that wasn't supposed to be hers. Because bloodlines aren't always important to the heart. Sometimes love is forged in dragonfire rather than in the stars. Furthermore, the girl who wore a stolen crown, Elara Ashford, is set to demonstrate that fate isn't the most potent form of magic. It's a decision.

In this fan fiction, a normal guy from earth is reincarnated in the body of Li Feiyu. At first, this new Li Feiyu was aggrieved that he had transmigrated in the world of mortal cultivation without spirit roots, but soon he rejoices as he obtained a system that lets him cultivate. It's an interesting story that shows us the perspective of a different character, in this case, that character is Li Feiyu. It answers the question, what if? What if Li Feiyu could cultivate? What if he had spiritual root? Hence it takes the readers on an exciting journey through this fantastical world in which Li Feiyu, unlike Han Li who has no idea what is doing and only depends on Luck, Dominates the Mortal realm, spirit realm and even perhaps the Immortal world. What staying Low-key? None of that here. In this world rather than becoming Han Li's cover name, Li Feiyu actually turns the tables. " The Dao gives birth to one. One gives birth to two. Two gives birth to three. Three gives birth to all things. All things blend together before Heaven and Earth. The source of all creation, as Dao is eternal. "- Li Feiyu.

Lin Feng was branded trash at age ten when sect testing revealed five spiritual roots. In a world where one root marks a genius monster, five roots meant hopeless mediocrity. Disqualified, humiliated, and abandoned, he grew up in a poor market village near the forest. At sixteen, still stuck at Qi Gathering 2nd Stage, his parents vanished and bullies coveted his home. Beaten to death by a gang, his body became host to a transmigrated soul. That soul awakened the Chaos Shop, a system holding extinct, unknown, and legendary resources. With Appraisal Eyes, Lin Feng discovered his true nature: a bizarre pseudo‑nine‑root anomaly. From market alleys to towns, cities, kingdoms, empires, and dynasties, he begins his rise. Ambitious women — city lords, matriarchs, daughters — flock to him, seeking resources only he can provide. This is the tale of a boy scorned as worthless, who will one day see through heaven itself.

Heaven rewards obedience. Alaric was never obedient. After a thousand years of cultivation, he stood one step from immortality—only to be betrayed and erased by Heaven itself for pursuing a path too perfect to control. Reborn into his sixteen-year-old body, Alaric returns to the beginning with memories of failure, betrayal, and forbidden truths carved into his soul. This time, he will rebuild every realm slowly, painfully, and without shortcuts—correcting the flaws Heaven once exploited. As ancient sects rise, hidden laws awaken, and Heaven’s gaze turns wary, one truth becomes clear: If Heaven fears perfection, then Heaven itself is flawed. And Alaric intends to prove it.

"Who is it this time?” His voice was a low rasp, curling into the room like smoke, tying her stomach in knots of fear and something darker. Eva forced her pulse to slow, telling herself not to back down. But when his hands rose from the arms of the chair, a shiver ran down her spine. "You aren't supposed to be here," she gasped, as he stood impossibly fast. His black wings unfurled, stretching wide, enveloping her, pressing her to his chest as though he claimed her before she could claim her own breath. "Why?" His lips curled into a wicked, sharp smile. "So I won't discover you running off with that useless boy?" "I didn't—" "Of course, because he's dead." His words cut like a blade, delivered with the certainty of a god reading an open book. Eva stumbled back, pressed to the wall. "You've lost your mind! You didn't kill him—" "Why shouldn't I?" His voice dropped to a growl. A single finger traced the fading red mark on her neck. His eyes snapped with fury; the air itself shivered. He leaned forward, lips brushing her skin, teeth grazing flesh in a possessive bite, erasing another's mark. "He dares," Hades hissed, deadly and low, "he dares touch what belongs to me. A fool. Bold enough to place his lips where mine already mark her." Eva's chest heaved, terror and desire entwined so tightly she could barely breathe. His wings tightened, dark and unyielding, and she realized escape was no longer an option, and perhaps, she didn't even want it. "Don't forget, dear," he murmured, lips grazing her ear, "I've bought you. You're mine now. And I don't like to share." **** Humans are nothing more than servants in the glittering, cruel society of the winged Seraph. When a human offends them, the punishment is simple: be sold. Evangeline, never thought her own family would betray her. But when her sister committed the unforgivable, offending a seraph, their mother offered Eva in her place- without hesitation. Cast aside like unwanted trash, Eva is paraded before the Seraph nobility to be claimed. No one wants her. Until he appears. The Black Wing. The only Seraph whose feathers are not gold or silver or white, but midnight black. Feared. Cursed. Whispers say every human he has ever taken has perished. And yet, he chooses her. Dragged into his world of shadows, Eva becomes the obsession of a man everyone else fear and despises. He is possessive, merciless, and dangerously seductive. And while her family prays she will be destroyed... Eva begins to wonder if the true danger lies not in his black wings- but in the way her heart betrays her whenever he draws near. Can she ever survive this game of fate?

Lu Lin had transmigrated to a cultivation world, yet the sad thing was that he had no spiritual root, unable to cultivate, and could only practice martial arts. But a martial arts practitioner was as lowly as an ant here, serving as no more than a cultivator’s tool and cannon fodder. Their Qi and Blood(vitality), tempered body, and combat skills seemed to cultivators’ spiritual energy, spells, and magical weapons a flimsy sheet of paper. Fortunately, he had awakened with the Martial Dao Furnace, which could transform spiritual energy into time spent training. Should a year’s time fail, then two years. Should two years fail, then a decade. Should a decade fail, then a century, or a millennium? Blazing Sun Technique---→Nine-Sun Divine Technique Grass Skimming---→ Sky Treading Footwork Steel Elephant Body---→Primordial Dragon-Elephant Art A crude martial arts technique to the scorn of immortals? Toss it into the Furnace, subject it to a millennium’s deduction. After tens of thousands of tweaks, it eventually became what rocked the cultivation world. Without a spiritual root? Then mold my blood, flesh, tendons, and bones into an undying golden body. Without magical weapons? Then smash magical weapons into pieces with my fists. Without spells? My self-created martial arts has developed a Behemoth Self-Projection, whose punch shatters mountains and rivers and whose stomp breaks space. In desperate, oppressed enslavement, as a mortal, Lu Lin forcibly hacked a path of martial arts longevity through an immortals-dominated world. With the wood fire ever burning, the Dao of martial arts would be everlasting; establish my Dao with martial arts, force a breakthrough into immorality!