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Lucian Vale a young adult. Thrown to the life of wealth and luxury. He never wanted any of these, just his peaceful farm life but he could not have that. caught in between his mother's love and sister's hatred, he does not know what to do. But fate has another plan for him, as he got into an accident which changed everything in his life. He woke up with a system that showed him another world entirely stacked with the one he is already in. Follow his journey as he navigates this new world with his overpowered system. A/N Thank you for reading this far, I'm trying my best to make this novel worth it and make sure you all enjoy your read, so please a little power stone, golden tickets, and gifts would help me in the long run. Also purchase my premium to read ahead, your satisfaction is my top priority.

Would you give up your humanity in exchange for power? To never die, a chance to be a god? Humans had lost all will to try. Their existence had been reduced to a single, self-destructive purpose: to entertain and please the cosmic gods, known as Forces, in hopes of gaining a 'favour'. After 7 years of these continuous deadly games that suddenly appeared, the Earth we know is no more. Now an apocalyptic playground for the Forces to enjoy. To survive in this ruined world, every single player is compelled to participate in these weekly deadly games. All to win prizes, be granted one of the four Paths designed for Awakeners— those who earned ‘their’ affection and favour. Until Fateless, a ‘humble’ wanted thief, stumbled upon a unique Force, one of the creators of the games. It was then he discovered the grim truth behind his name - 'Fateless' - deemed worthless and discarded at birth, exempt from all four Paths. Consumed by despair and hate, he took a risk and accepted a proposal from a shady cosmic god, granting him a fifth Path, giving him the ability to absorb human life essence to grow stronger, all for a small price. [ “I shall grant you the Fifth Path.” ] [ “The Path of Insanity.” ] [ “No mortal seeks forever without unraveling. Madness is the toll, the tariff paid at the gate.”] [ “You will no longer fear death. Nor die of age. Nor plague. Nor wounds that mortal hands deliver.” ] [ “But immortality is fed… not gifted.” ] [ “Just a tiny tithe. 10% of your humanity.” ] ‘What more is there to lose a bit of humanity, anyway? It only drags one down from their full potential. I could do just about anything without being bound to death. Anything… What a thrill it would be to spit on these cosmic slugs' faces.’ .... 300 Power stones: 2 bonus chapters 20 Golden Tickets: 3 bonus chapters 50 Golden Tickets: 5 bonus chapters

Rona Reid had it all: a billion-dollar empire, a loving boyfriend, a flawless family. Until her world exploded. A deadly illness. Her fiancé betraying her with her own mother. Death came knocking—and she answers. But loving him? That might just destroy her. In a realm where immortals play for keeps, sparks ignite, enemies rise, and every heartbeat could be her last. Everybody wants her dead but death himself wants her alive.

After being betrayed by her lover for a relic, princess Lena of Moon Palace had no choice but to become a warrior for the heaven. After killing the 6th prince due to unforeseen circumstance, she tried to flee and the space rift got her to an unknown realm there she helped a young man who aids her in this helpless state. There she happens to find some traces of the stolen relic as she can feel it because she resonates with it, what would she do after that, what kind of twisted fate is to befall her.

In a world where power decides everything, one name brings fear to even the strongest warriors… the Demon Lord. But what if the Demon Lord wasn’t truly a monster? Asad wakes up in a strange body, surrounded by darkness and whispers calling him “Demon Lord.” With no clear memories of his past, he is forced to accept a truth he doesn’t understand… he is now the most feared existence alive. Hunted by heroes, betrayed by shadows, and haunted by fragments of a forgotten past, Asad must uncover the truth behind his identity. Is he truly the Demon Lord… or just a pawn in a far greater game? As the world prepares for war, one question remains— Will he destroy the world… or save it?

"And why would you do that?" Sheba's voice trembled, anxiety shadowing her features as she observed Elisha's perilous state. "I did it all because I love you, yes, Sheba, I love you more than life itself," Elisha declared, sealing her words with a desperate kiss. But just as their lips met, a thunderous roar shattered the air. "Nooooo!" a voice bellowed, and an explosive force hurled them apart, sending their bodies crashing against opposite walls. "Not in this lifetime, Elisha," the voice seethed, dripping with fury. Elisha's heart raced as she lifted her gaze, dread pooling in her stomach. There stood the devil himself—Lucifer. *REINCARNATED!!* Once an enchantress of unparalleled power, Sheba was reborn with one burning desire: to vanquish her most dreaded foe—her sister (Moist). In her past life, her ambitions crumbled as she was ensnared within a potent ancient artifact. Now, she yearns for vengeance and seeks to reclaim her rightful place, ready to unleash her darkness upon all of Cullen and engulf the world in chaos. But entwined in this treacherous web is was the devil himself. He covets her fiercely, yet her thirst for domination sets them on a collision course of rivalry and desire. Their tumultuous past has transformed into a dangerous present where they are both adversaries and reluctant mates. How will their fates intertwine? Dive into this spellbinding fantasy where sorcery collides with insatiable hunger for power, dominion, and a love that challenges the very fabric of existence!

Heroic Songs In Chaos World Author: sampatin Genre: Fantasy, Military, Bureaucracy, Warfare, Dark Themes, Otherworldly This story draws inspiration from history, as narrated through the author's unique perspective. It blends creativity with historical elements, intertwining fact and fiction. While some aspects closely resemble real historical events, others diverge significantly. The characters, locations, relationships, and events are a fusion of reality and imagination. Some may have historical counterparts, while others are entirely fictional. Readers should not consider this novel an official historical chronicle. The world holds countless bitter sorrows But none more bitter than losing freedom. Prologue He devotes himself to love, and sacrifices for righteousness. The downfall of the nation and the people's loss of identity are obsessions for one who forgets grudges, and dedicates himself fully to the people. He dedicates his life to the nation, aspiring for his people, lives for love, and dies for righteousness. A peaceful nation and joyful people are the aspirations of one who regards the nation as everything. He charged into the flames of war like a moth drawn to fire, hazarding his life for freedom. To fight to the death for deliverance was the obligation of one who lived for his loved ones and was willing to die for his family. He repays kindness and avenges grievances. He survives because of hatred, bleeds for love, and fights to the death for vengeance. His lifelong creed is the fixation that blood debts must be repaid in blood. He exists for familial ties and endures humiliation to avenge his family. Blood dyes deep-seated hatred, and his life is devoted to a dream. It is the life of one imprisoned in a cycle of hatred, marching side by side with fixation and yearning to transform a phantasmal vision into reality. He weeps for his family and sheds blood for his loved ones. He vows to live for love and die for righteousness. Blood washes away hatred, and a life dedicated to kinship is the purpose of one who sees family as their sole existence. He is the maker of thrones, the changer of dynasties. A powerful nation, its lands whole and unbroken, its people living in peace, soldiers and subjects united, and a lineage—close-knit and united—lasting for countless generations, imperishable for eternity. Such is the perfect world for those who believe that personal power cannot compare to the prosperity of lineage. He is a pillar of the realm, erasing discord for the land’s sake, quelling internal strife, repelling foreign aggressors, and safeguarding the emperor. With a lifetime of unwavering devotion, he upholds the bond between ruler and subjects. He unites the imperial lineage with commanders and warriors, and fosters harmony between commoners and the martial force to forge an army bonded like fathers and sons. Commanding formidable legions, he vanquishes invading foes, restores the capital, and brings peace and prosperity to the people. He is the one who connects two worlds, governs the throne, and cherishes talent as if it were life itself. With diplomacy that is both firm and flexible, and rigorous yet just internal governance, he dedicates himself to strengthening familial bonds. He alleviates burdens on the populace, and unites all ranks to safeguard the nation's fate. The eternal mountains and rivers, the people living in peace and prosperity, and the succession of enlightened and virtuous rulers—these are the hopes of one who bears the weight of the kingdom upon his shoulders. The people. The crossroads. Who will endure in pursuit of their dreams until the final moment of this grand saga of farewell and demise in an age of Heroic Songs in the World of Chaos?

Picture this. Five teenagers with five visions, one of which shows the end of the world, with the only common word being “Aregis”. Between them, they must find the truth and prevent it from happening, at the cost of their lives. In their search, they'll come across a world that won't welcome them with open arms. They'll have to choose between saving the world or surviving. Will you read their story? The story of Humanity?

A dragon born in a pond may rule its waters—but it still needs a catalyst to ascend. Vera stood unrivalled. Across the Five Planes, no master could match his blade; no challenge could humble his spirit. He believed his strength was the result of a relentless pursuit. He believed he had reached the peak. He was wrong. When a mysterious encounter leaves him face-to-face with a power that defies logic, Vera's certainty shatters. He realises the bitter truth: he wasn't strong because of the path he walked. He walked it because he was already strong—effectively trapping himself beneath a ceiling of his own ego. Now, having glimpsed the blinding light of the Greater Heavens, Vera chooses to confront his own insignificance. To break the limits he unknowingly imposed and challenge the Guardians that stand as the ultimate gatekeepers of reality. He is no longer fighting to survive. He is fighting to transcend. What to expect: Hard Cultivation/Progression: Detailed martial arts and internal energy mechanics. Mirroring that of "Regressor's Tale of Cultivation". Philosophical Stakes: A protagonist forced to deconstruct his own identity to grow. Epic Scale: From the "pond" of the Five Planes to the cosmic heights of the Greater Heavens. Upload schedule: Everyday at 4:30 PM UTC, weekends occasionally (will leave a note on friday if otherwise)

Arthur Sully was an ordinary man, grounded, determined, but stuck in the monotony of life. That was until fate, cruel and unexpected, struck him down in a tragic accident. When Arthur opens his eyes again, he finds himself in a foreign, untamed world, an endless forest teeming with terrifying monsters, alien flora, and dangers lurking at every turn. Struggling to comprehend his situation, Arthur soon discovers something extraordinary: he can adapt. Each time he faces death-through poison, claws, or fangs, his body evolves, becoming stronger, faster, and more resilient. Thrown into a brutal survival game, Arthur’s resolve is pushed to its limits as he learns to fight, adapt, and master his strange ability. Arthur must confront not only the monsters of this alien realm but also the terrifying truth of his existence. He must Adapt, evolve, survive, or die trying. Contains World-hopping, Sci-fi, No-Harem, System, Kingdom-Building Though the Main character has a System but it works only as a panel that shows his progress, abilities and has some nifty features. *** Read 30 chapters ahead on patreon!! patreon.com/New_Horizon1 Free patreon members gets to read 2 chapters ahead!! 3-4 Ch/Week

Ethan Millers was just an ordinary man with an ordinary job — until one unplanned act reset his karma to zero. In a universe built on balance, this was not a miracle... it was an error. Erased from the world, Ethan awakens in a place without time or space — the No-Where. With nothing but his thoughts, he spirals into madness, invention, and eventually, creation itself. He imagines powers, technologies, divine systems, and worlds beyond comprehension — until the void bends to his will. Now, known as Zane Creed, the strongest existence in the cosmos, he descends into a new world with overwhelming knowledge and unimaginable power. And what does he choose to do with it? Become a teacher. After all, what better way to reshape a world… than to teach it? _____________ Hey everyone! I'm just a rookie author, but I’m passionate about telling this story. Please support me with votes, comments, or collection.....it really means a lot! Let’s see where this wild journey goes together....

In her past life, Michelle was an ordinary doctor who worked in a small hospital, but once in a while, a strange envelope would arrive at her apartment and she would take up a weaon and turn into a deadly assassin known for her stealthiness. But being a top assassin, Michelle had many enemies and ended up dying, only to wake up in the body of Michelle Grace, a pampered young miss in a world similar to ancient dynasties, except that cultivation existed there. Not everyone could cultivate, but Michelle Grace could. The original Michelle Grace was engaged to the Crown Prince, and he killed her before Michelle took over the body, so after making a deal with Michelle Grace's father, the Archduke, Michelle took on the name Grace and started a revenge plan on the Crown Prince, his lover, his mistress and his father, the Emperor. A bit troublesome: Michelle gained the attention of two men who together were the Dark Lord. They were horrifyingly powerful, so Michelle had to be careful around them. Luckily, they didn't have in their plans harming her, as they were intrigued by her constitution. Michelle possessed a rare blood, which they could use.

Ethan Carter was nothing special—an average man living an average life. No great ambitions, no dreams, no love, just existing. Until a truck ended it all. But death wasn't the end for him. Waking in a peaceful void, he met Rob, a cosmic being with a twisted sense of humor. Instead of allowing Ethan to pass on, Rob gifted him an overpowered divine elixir—the Enhanced Fountain of Youth – The Divine Spring. Follow his jouney in the multiverse. -------- Note: MC makes mistakes at first and learns from them later.

https://discord.gg/5XvSyxWKm3 WARNING - Mature Content (18+)(only read when you can handle it) Lin Feng had reached the peak of the cultivation realm, but even that realm didn't guarantee him true Immortality. Only few cultivators can achieve Immortality due to restriction by heavens, those who are capable can become true Immortals, unbound by lifespan. But not all paths were closed for him, he decided to walk the path again and this time he has a way to obtain one of the top physique’s , Pure Yang Physique. He decided to walk the path of Dual Cultivation to attain Dao of Chaos, the strongest Dao in the whole universe. ___________________________ IMPORTANT POINTS :- No NTR , No Yuri, but there is MASTER-DISCIPLE relationship.... It's Dual Cultivation Novel so expect smut , but it is not the main theme, it will be just part of it. Not every women will be part of Harem unless it develops into genuine love, so expect some non committed relationship(only one or two, not much) __________________________

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? **** The candlelight quivered against the cracked walls of the old inn, shadows twisting like restless spirits. Eva froze as he wasn't suppose to be here! Hades sat in the crimson chair, his presence consuming the air, thick and suffocating, as if the world itself had bowed before him. Swirling the red liquid in his glass, his bright purple eyes never left the shadows, yet he knew she was there before she moved. "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."

There is a world where nothing is fixed. Not the laws. Not the names. Not the boundaries between one thing and another. In this world, gravity is a suggestion. Death is a mood. The colour blue can be redefined by anyone who has the will and a sharp enough imagination. A man can die on a Thursday, and by Friday his widow can decide that "death" now means "a long walk in a garden that has no gate," and he will return to finish the soup she left on the stove. A child can decide that "school" means "a cloud that only rains on weekends," and the building will float away until Monday, carrying the teachers with it, and no one will ask questions because questions themselves can be redefined as answers that have not yet decided what they know. Everyone redefines reality as easily as breathing. The rich change themselves daily—new face, new past, new gravity. The poor cling to a handful of stable definitions just to remember who they were when they woke up. Cities rename themselves every hour by public vote. Wars are fought not with weapons but with dictionaries. The Anti-Semantic War, they say, ended when one side redefined "victory" to mean "surrender," and by the time anyone noticed, it was already history. This is not paradise. When everything can be rewritten, nothing is ever fully real. A promise made today dissolves tomorrow when "tomorrow" is redefined as "a shape that cannot fit promises." Love is exhausting because the word changes taste every afternoon. Truth is a fashion. Memory is guesswork. And somewhere beneath all this, a question sleeps that no one dares wake: If everything can be redefined, what is the definition of definition itself? Cindral had never trusted a world that could change its memories. When the past was rewritten as casually as the weather, what was a man but a rumour his own history could no longer confirm? He did not seek power. He did not want to reshape the rules. He wanted to know if there was any rule that did not answer to a vote. So when word reached him of an old vendor in the secondhand markets selling definitions too ancient to be altered, Cindral went. Not from ambition. From hunger—for something that would still be true tomorrow. The answer waits in a dusty corner of that market, where a vendor whose age shifts with the minute hand sells used definitions discarded by those who have moved on to newer models. Cindral will touch the one definition that was never meant to be touched: the definition of definition itself. That touch will reveal the thread. The thread runs through everything. It ties every word to every thing, every thing to every mind, every mind to every story, and every story to something above. Cindral will follow it upward through layers of narration that make his universe look like a footnote in a book no one remembers writing. He will climb until climbing breaks. He will define until definition breaks. He will be until being breaks. What waits at the end cannot be called a god, because gods require names, and names require someone to speak them. What waits predates the need to be named. And it is not the top. There is no top. The thread does not end; it only changes direction—cutting sideways through hierarchies, through echoes without a source, through hollows where silence is not empty but full of the absence of sound waiting to be born. This is the story of that climb. It begins in a world where anyone can rewrite the rules, and it ends where the word "rule" has never been spoken, never been needed, never been possible. Somewhere in between, a man discovers that he is a sentence inside a story inside a dream inside a definition that defines itself. The thread is already in your hand. Cindral's ascent begins now.

Reincarnating in a fantasy world is something. But what happens if you reincarnate in a body of someone with no combat power. That's what i am going through right now in the body of Oscar in Douluo Dalu continent with Sausage Martial Spirit.

An immortal who reached the pinnacle of power in his world, weary of existence, decides to enter the river of reincarnation to experience a new beginning. He is reborn as Cassian Varkas, a young man from a noble house in a world where cultivation is unknown and a rigid system of magic governs power. To everyone, Cassian is a despised noble, labeled a good-for-nothing with no magical ability or affinity… Adela, his busty and dignified maid, enters his room to attend to him. Cassian smiles... ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Author here, this is the first novel I've written and English is not my first language, so you all know the deal—please don’t be rude and enjoy the read. I really like cliches, so expect quite a few of them. If you don’t like that, feel free not to read. I’ve also made a Patreon where I'll post the looks of my characters. If you’d like to see them, you can check it out on my profile. If not the images are AI-generated anyway, so you’re not missing much if you don’t feel like checking. Now you can also support me and read +20 advanced chapters and exclusive +18 scenes there!

[2nd Part of the Series of Re: Player Novel!] … The Adventure of Adam Wesker continues as the [Players] finally descend into the world of Zarraf. And even though everything is set as it should be, there are things lurking behind the shadows, manipulating it as they seem fit. And perhaps, at the edge of this chaotic, unbalanced, broken world, there also lies salvation to those who crave for it? Or maybe… it’s all just facade hiding the calamities that would soon consume the world. … In the World of Zarraf, there lives Gods, not all goods are good and certainly none are without motives. They rule the world’s 7 nations: The Nation of Light and Sun The Nation of Water The Nation of Fire The Nation of Life The Nation of Earth The Nation of Moon The Nation of Wind Each ruled by a Goddess that has their own stance in their ruling. But that is only the first page of this world. The second page colors the Ancient Gods of Corruption, Rage, Curse, Death and Hate. The third belongs the Seven Sins’ Incarnations that are ready to succeed the Ancient Gods. The Fourth is of the Witches who stand against all Gods equally. And the Final Page colors the [Immortals] or otherwise known as [Players] that will be summoned to bring Chaos to this world. A World that was meant to be destroyed, such is the fate of the world of Zarraf as powers beyond the realm of mortals threaten the dynamic equilibrium of their existence. In the end, the world was prophesied to be destroyed by one cause or another. Nothing could prevent looming destruction… Or so it was supposed to happen.. … Discord Link: https://discord.gg/2swHXduWg3