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After a brutal clash between the Imperial Planetary Defense Force and the rebel armies, the battlefield is left littered with wreckage, corpses, and abandoned wargear. Li Qinwu, armed with the unique Search–Attack–Retreat System, sees not chaos—but opportunity. A fallen soldier’s laser rifle? Salvaged—capable of firing Level 3 rounds. An abandoned armored suit? Claimed—Level 4 protection. A political commissar’s bomb pistol? A rare find—loaded with devastating Level 5 rounds. Even the shattered remains of a Leman Russ tank hold hidden value, containing a powerful Gold-Class Tank Battery. Everything is taken. Back at his hidden underground base, Li Qinwu converts scavenged war spoils into resources—trading with shadowy gang contacts for materials to expand and upgrade his stronghold. Soon, the hideout begins producing precision-grade weaponry and high-output energy cores. Clad in multiple layers of power armor, he returns to the battlefield—not just to survive, but to hunt. Heretics fall. Power grows. Favor from the Emperor increases. And with every step forward, Li Qinwu moves closer to an absurd yet undeniable goal— Ascension to the Golden Throne.

In a world where strength decides everything, the weak are left with nothing. A boy in a forgotten village struggles each day just to survive—protecting his baby sister and caring for his dying childhood friend, while enduring the cruelty of those who exploit the helpless. He has no talent. No backing. No path to power. Yet… when pushed to the edge— the world seems to hesitate. Actions slow. Outcomes shift. Moments feel… wrong. — Beside him, his childhood friend exists in a fragile state between moments, her presence subtly disrupting the natural flow of time itself. Neither of them understands what is happening. — But far beyond the mortal world, something ancient has begun to watch. Because the truth is far more terrifying than fate. — They are not chosen. They are not destined. — But if they ever awaken to what they truly are… Then even the heavens may fail to continue.

In a cosmos of infinite layers and dimensions, where divine forces move beyond comprehension and the fabric of reality is threaded with endless possibilities, a shadow emerges—a void that erases probability and threatens existence itself. Across these upper layers, a select group traverses realms that defy conventional understanding. Their journey is not measured by distance or time but by perception, balance, and the mastery of potential. Every step reveals reflections of reality, echoes of choices yet to be made, and tests of comprehension that challenge even the most powerful entities. In this universe, the rules are narrative itself. Success is determined not by brute strength but by understanding the hierarchy of existence, the interplay of stories and concepts, and the subtle threads connecting possibilities. The higher one ascends, the more the lines between what is, what could be, and what might never occur begin to blur. Divine Realms is an epic exploration of layered realities, cosmic balance, and the struggle to navigate a universe where every decision reshapes the narrative of existence. It is a story of perception, intuition, and courage—a journey through infinite possibilities where the greatest threats are born from potential itself.

When brilliant physicist Ethan Cross receives a terminal ALS diagnosis, he expects nothing but a slow descent into darkness. Instead, his late grandfather leaves him the Engine — an obsidian disc that opens a portal to the Substrate, a primordial world older than time itself. With only a handful of years left, Ethan becomes both creator and witness. He watches life spark from chemistry, guides the slow march toward complexity, and meets the first sentient beings who will never know his name. Every intervention costs him years of vitality, yet he refuses to simply observe. He builds skies, protects fragile lineages, and learns to coexist with the ancient entity called the Silence — something that was already watching when his grandfather first arrived. As the Vael take their first steps and Ethan’s body fails, he must answer the only question that matters: what does a dying god owe the world he helped birth? A story of science, legacy, mortality, and the terrifying beauty of creation.

From a young age, Valker knew the cruelest side of the world. Beatings, shouting, and hatred were part of his daily life — his parents despised him, and school was no refuge, only another hell filled with bullying and pain. Yet, amidst the darkness, one light remained: the teachings of his grandfather Alaker, a wise man who taught him to stand tall… and never give up. At sixteen, Valker made a desperate choice — to run away from home. What he didn’t know was that this decision would open the door to a fate no human should ever face.

The Author Himself By Satlandu. Nocten Vale was a man who lived through stories, not reality. A successful author on Earth, he understood characters, emotions, and the flow of fate better than anyone… yet failed to understand his own life. To the world, he was known. To himself, he was empty—detached, distant, and unseen. He wrote about heroes, villains, and destiny. But he believed in none of them. Until the day he died. A meaningless end to a meaningless existence—or so it should have been. Because when Nocten opened his eyes again, something had changed. Not just the world around him… but the way he saw everything. This time, he is no longer just the one who writes the story. He is the story. And unlike the characters he once created— Nocten Vale will not follow fate. He will break it.

Su Bai accidentally came to this world of cultivating immortals. At the beginning, she traveled through time and space and became the daughter of a hired tenant farmer. After working hard for a whole year, I can't earn a few low-grade spirit stones, and the manager still takes kickbacks! Fortunately, she carries the Zhutian Cauldron, which can travel through different worlds and obtain different resources. It also has a point-adding system. One attribute point per year. I am powerless in the world of immortal cultivation, but I strike hard in the world of martial arts! So, Su Bai used the Cauldron of the Heavens to shuttle back and forth. My fellow Taoist, you are very strong, but you don’t live as long as me. You bully me today, tomorrow, next year, in a hundred years, I will wait for the day when you are old and powerless, then we will see who bullies who! Xu Changge: "Xiaobai, you are so powerful, but I still defeated you." Lu Hong: "Aunt Su is the strongest!" Su Qing: "Xiaoqing thinks so too!"

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) __________________________

To summarize this story in one sentence: A boy is Chosen to stand against a person who was never meant to be evil but now rules it. When seventeen-year-old Damon Vale lost his mother, his whole world cracked. Not just with grief, but also an impossible truth. Damon is no longer just a high schooler dealing with gangs and betrayal; he is the descendant of a powerful Queen of Woewyn, a kingdom on a realm carrying good and bad in excess. Raised on Earth by the Queen who lied to save his life, Damon is gifted and burdened by a power that literally bends elements and is constantly on the verge of purging his own body. Now, ancient gods and demons are pouring into The Multiverse, some disguised as humans. Chronisouls, some torment, some help. For Damon, the choice is simple: Embrace the divine power that hurts him from the inside out, or watch his life on Earth, including the one girl who sees past his walls, shatter forever. From quiet rooftops(literally) to cosmic wars(also literally), Damon must discover if saving existence means losing the simplicity he always wanted, getting something better... or obtaining worse. (He doesn't look anything like the cover. I only used it 'cause a friend made it for me and it's pretty cool.)

Gods and immortals above roam the sky and the void. Grand sages and supreme mages in legend rise to the top within their lifetimes, yet as time passes, their humanity begins to slip away. Because of this, they need an anchor. Before, they sought it across countless worlds and realities. But now, they seek entertainers—those who create stories for them instead. [Theater of Ascension] An organization that brings stories to life. A mage who regrets the past. A cultivator who seeks to break through to immortality but is missing something. Or simply normal entertainment— We create it all.

After a day of hard work, Zhou Zaizhi, a surgeon in training, freshly graduated from university, died in his sleep. When he opened his eyes again, Zhou Zaizhi found himself in a dark cave smell of blood and decay. He looked at his body and was shocked to find that he was no longer human. After he came out and investigated for a while, he found out with hollow laughter was that he seemed to had been reborn and possessed a flood dragon. What made him despaired was that he seemed to be hated by all, shunned by all. "How am I supposed to survive like this!?" Fortunately he possessed a unique ability that enable him to lend his cultivation in exchange for Dao comprehension feedback in return. Turning to look at his youngest disciple that he took in a few decades back, Zhou Zaizhi felt a sense of relief. 'As long as I have this disciple, my survival is certain, Nascent Soul is in sight!' He thought happily with such optimistic world view, how innocent. It was a beautiful woman who seems to be in her early twenties. Instead of delicate flowing silk robe, this woman instead wore fur coat with light armor. Her name was Wan Zhaolu. Zhou Zaizhi sighed, "Lu'Er, why are you wearing your armor all the time? Isn't it uncomfortable? You should try wearing that silken skirt little Xiao gave you the other day." Wan Zhaolu who was wiping her sword looked up at him with a trace of anger and annoyance hidden inside her eyes: "Master, you know Xiaomiao?" Zhou Zaizhi tilted his head slight, he replied: "Of course? She's your friend after all." Wan Zhaolu sighed and was about to turn back to cleaning her sword when she heard him continued: "Or you could try this dress little Jinghua gave me. Sighs, why did she even give me such a thing? It’s not as if I can wear it." Wan Zhaolu snapped her head back at him, "Who is this Jinghua? Is she a woman?" "Huh? She is Yisong's junior, she visited us a few months ago remeber? She even introduced me to her master and aunt maste-" Zhou Zaizhi's words were cut off before he could finish, a sharp blade had already appeared beside his neck at some point in time. "You know other women?!" "???"

In ancient mythology, there was a shadow that encircled the world—lurking in the darkness, waiting for the day it could raise its head and devour the gods. It once deceived the King of Heroes, Gilgamesh, into severing his ties with the gods and orchestrated the return of the great disaster, Tiamat. It shattered the authority of Olympus and lured Athena, the goddess of wisdom, into rebellion. It kidnapped Skadi, the goddess of winter, bringing shame upon Asgard and setting off the Twilight of the Norse Gods. It even engineered the clash between Britannia’s Red Dragon and White Dragon, dragging Jeanne d’Arc into corruption. Because of this, it was branded with countless names of ultimate evil. "The Terror of Babylon, the Calamity of the Aegean Sea!" "The Nightmare of Asgard, the Apocalyptic Red Dragon with Seven Heads and Ten Horns!!" "Nemesis of the Messiah, the Original Sin of the World!!!" But seriously, we all did those things together—so why am I the one getting blamed for everything? ... When a man named Tokiomi Tohsaka used a piece of snakeskin to summon him, Samael saw how the Magus cautiously stepped in front of his daughters to shield them. In that moment, he understood... Yeah—he was definitely taking the fall for all of it. Fan translation of 没人比我更懂当反派 by 紫夜弦歌

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."

Lucas Jerom awakens as the final Fang, a destiny meant to protect humanity. But beyond the Great Wall lies a forgotten truth—one powerful enough to twist fate, break kingdoms, and turn heroes into monsters. As secrets rise and paths divide, Lucas will face choices that shape not just his future… but the world's end.

"I didn't just survive the executioner’s light. I ate it." In the Aethelgard Empire, your soul is your currency. Everyone is born with a Core—a source of Divine Light that determines their rank, their power, and their worth. Vespera was born a Null. To the Empire, she was a mistake. To the High Priests, she was a waste of breath. On the day of her execution, Vespera prepares to dissolve into the Pit of Judgment. But as the Divine Strike hits her, something ancient awakens in the hollow space where her heart should be. Her "Null" core isn't empty—it’s a Void. Instead of dying, Vespera devours the High Priest’s magic, shattering the Imperial Seal and accidentally tethering her soul to the world’s most dangerous prisoner: Xylo, the Fallen Star. Once a High Commander of the Heavens, Xylo is a being of pure, lethal starlight. Now, he is shackled to a scavenger girl by a Divine Tether. If they stay together, they are a walking apocalypse. If they move more than ten meters apart, their souls will shatter. [System Notification: Synchronization at 1%] Hunted by the Emperor’s Seekers and forced into a "Ten-Meter Hell," the two must reach the Crystalline Wastes to stabilize their bond. But Vespera isn't just running anymore. Every spell she consumes makes her stronger. Every touch from her Fallen protector feeds the hunger. The Empire called her a void. She’s going to show them that even the stars can be swallowed.

Death is never an option for a cursed soulless wretch. After awakening in the Land of the Soulless, home to five great kingdoms and creatures of legend, a soulless man only knows fighting and death. As a soulless, he will awaken the following morning after death, one brutal gut spilling ordeal after another within the fires of combat. With nothing but his strength, heavy armor, and weapons most men would crumble under, much less wield, he fights his way through one forsaken battle after another. All in the name of reclaiming his memories, defeating Champions of the Gods, gives the soulless tank a little bit of the personality he's been missing. Ye' of no soul may be cursed to die, but for this brute it's a blessing in disguise *TRIGGER WARNING: descriptions of SA and graphic war violence *Updates at least once per day *Heavily inspired by Dark Souls.

WARNING ⚠️: Will Contain Matured and sometimes graphic scenes like Smut, Violence, dark topics/themes... Taboo. the story follows the reincarnated vessel of Xuan Ye, The Corrupting Cultivator. as he begins his Ascension once again. Plotting his Revenge and taking slaves.

Han Wei was a Senior Backend Engineer for LyteDance, a man who lived the office and his mind in the logic of servers and the elegance of clean code. When a fatal heart attack during a 72-hour crunch ends his life, he wakes up in the body of a low-level Outer Disciple in the Azure Dragon Sect with the same name.

This novel, is based on the Unemploment Gng, in a certain website's comment section, where u'll never grow bored, or tired of chatting with Each-other, well wish me luck This novel is an attempt to immortalize or at least leave a record that we the Unemployment Gang where once here So let walk this journey together, as i try my best based on Various Experiences, Fun moments, Conflict Moments, Weird Moments, Well there where a lot of moments, in a way, we are another type of online family one that loves to joke around and just try to live for living, but doesn't trust ourselve's enough to share our bank accounts and passwords with Each other Anyways, the novel isn't going to have a fixed plot or direction, just as the write as it goes by, then if i am able to write a new chapter i will So follow me and the Unemployment Gng, as i write this novel, starting from idk maybe now later it doesnt matter I dont care if the novel is trash or brainrot, i am just writing it as a means to record the Unemployment Gng was once here, for fun and to record idk fun moments This would probably end, when most of the Unemplyment Gng leave but for the time, now that we are all here now. #Unemployment Gng was Here from 2024-(for now ~~2026) Welcome to~~~~~~idk

In the frozen kingdom of Velmora, witches are not born—they are hunted. And none are feared more than the ones who don’t burn. When a quiet village girl named Echo is dragged to the pyre and sentenced to die, the kingdom expects another screaming witch to vanish into flame. Instead… she smiles. And disappears. She should not have survived. Her escape should not exist. But it does—and it sets into motion a chain of events that begins to unravel the truth behind Velmora’s throne, its blood-soaked history, and the lies the royal family has buried for generations. Because Echo is not just a witch. She is something older. Something tied to a forgotten bloodline that once ruled the kingdom before it was stolen. And her power does not burn. It remembers. ⸻ Crown Prince Kaelor Valcrest was born to be an executioner. In a kingdom ruled by iron laws and ancient blood-debts, he is the ultimate weapon—a man destined to awaken a dormant power only when he kills the last of the fire-vessels. He was born to inherit the throne. He was born to end her. He never expected the witch to have a butterfly smile. Or to look at him from the flames like she knew him. When the fire dies, the stake is empty. The girl who was meant to become ash becomes something else entirely—something impossible to contain. Now Kaelor hunts her through a collapsing empire, driven by an obsession he cannot name and a pull that defies duty, bloodline, and reason. But he is not the only prince drawn into her wake. His brother, Prince Cassian Valcrest, returns from exile through snow and blood, refusing duty in favor of survival—and obsession. In the frozen mountain passes, he is saved by a mysterious girl with silver eyes who burns monsters with a single touch. He does not yet know she is the same girl his brother is sworn to destroy. Or that she will become the fracture line between them. ⸻ As ancient darkness stirs beneath Velmora and creatures not of this world begin to crawl from the mountains, Echo must decide whether she is the monster they hunted… or the queen they forgot. Because the fire did not destroy her. It only woke her up. Two brothers. One witch. A kingdom built on lies—and a destiny written in blood and embers.