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The Magic Remains Absolute

Somewhere out in the cosmos, on a planet where magic reigns absolute, ancient seeds drifted through the void for millennia. No one knows who planted them. No one knows why. One of those seeds ended its journey on Earth, in the satchel of an antique dealer. Then in the garden of an overworked nurse. Then in a scrawny apple tree that had never produced anything edible. And one evening, the fruit ripened. Davin was a data analyst. Twenty-eight years old, an ordinary career, a mother he loved, and cold logic as his only real talent. He bit into the apple out of curiosity. He died on the floor of his living room, screaming, as his body burned from the inside. He woke up in the mud of another world, in the body of a dying beggar. A twelve percent chance of surviving the next twenty-four hours. No allies. No power. Only one thing had made the journey with him: a data interface, fused to his mind, invisible to the eyes of every mage in this world. Here, the ranks go from zero to nine. Rank seven brushes against godhood. Rank nine belongs to myth. The children of the great families begin their cultivation at six; Davin starts at nineteen, from the filth, and has no intention of playing by their rules. He has no intention of being a hero. He has no intention of being a monster. He intends to climb — and he will give back to every man, ally or enemy, exactly what they gave him. Blow for blow. Debt for debt. Without pity and without hate. "Magic is not a gift from the gods. It is a mechanism. And every mechanism eventually bends to the one who knows how to read it."
MyManNaj · 6k Views

Heroic Songs In Chaos World

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?
sampatin · 48.7k Views

A Rosier Legacy (HP AU M-SI)

One life ended, and another began in the grey shadows of Wool’s Orphanage. But Patrik Rosier didn't come to this world to be a victim of fate. In a realm where a single word can shatter a mind and power is the only true currency, he quickly learned a bitter truth: morality is a luxury of the dead. Armed with an ancient name and a hunger for the forbidden arts, Patrik navigates a Wizarding World that is far from a fairy tale. There is no light or dark—only the strength to impose one's will and the cold reality that Magic is Might. --------------------------------------------------------------- DISCORD SERVER: https://discord.gg/tgdTNZYVKt Join my discord and influence the story - vote on upcoming chapters, share fanfics, and chat with other readers. --------------------------------------------------------------- PATREON LINK: https://www.patreon.com/PatrikWriter The shadows are shifting... If you can't wait to see where the darkness leads, you can find the advanced chapters on PATREON. Support the craft and keep the ink flowing. Your contribution in the Restricted Section directly allows me to dedicate more time to this dark world and bring you deeper, faster updates. --------------------------------------------------------------- DECLARATION: This story is also present on: FFN, Ao3, SpaceBattles, Questionablequesting, ScribbleHub and RoyalRoad --------------------------------------------------------------- DISCLAIMER: I don't own any character other than my OCs.
Patrik1502 · 385.3k Views

HP: Descendant of the Arcane Lords

They called Merlin the Greatest Wizard. They called Morgana the Supreme Witch. But none knew that when their blood becomes one, the ALBERICH shall rise. Morwenna Jane Alienor Alberich Emrys-LeFay — the heir of the Keith family, the descendant of two Arcane Lords. Born with snow-white hair and emerald eyes, her very existence made the ancient magic tremble. Yet her power came with a price: extreme fragility during childhood. Death at age five brought her a second chance. Carrying memories from a modern world where she watched the downfall of wizarding Britain, she returned transformed. Arrogant, sharp, and shaped by two lifetimes — now known as Nimue Keith. To her, there is no "Light vs Dark". There is only Tradition vs Decay. Dumbledore seeks modernization that erodes magic. Voldemort seeks purity that destroys the foundation. Standing above both, the Descendant of the Arcane Lords shall rewrite fate and restore the Balance. "I am not here to choose sides. I am here to become the Law." — Nimue Keith --- This story has a pretty slow pace, so it does need some patience to get through. The main focus is worldbuilding, lore, and going deeper into how magic actually works. The second major focus is slice of life, so you’ll see a lot of quieter, everyday moments from the MC’s life as things develop. It’s not really about good versus evil like in canon. Instead, it leans more into politics, different perspectives, and the tension between traditionalists and those who want to modernize the wizarding world. So if you’re looking for fast action right away, this probably isn’t the fic for you. --- Volume One: Before the Stone — ages 0–7. Volume Two: Beneath the Magical Veil — ages 7–letter As this is a WIP, I can't make exact promises, but the pace will evolve with the story --- If you enjoy this story and want to support me, you can do so by donating or subscribing here: https://patreon.com/rikhi https://ko-fi.com/rikhi
Reiya_Alberich · 705.3k Views

This Extra Hates Bad Endings

Matt is an ordinary young college student with an addiction to the pages of The Golden Weaver’s First Apprentice. This novel wasn’t just a hobby for him, it was his lifeline, the one thing that kept him feel alive when the rest of the world felt unbearably dim. Page after page, chapter after chapter, he followed the journey of the Finster, a character he cared for more fiercely than anyone else, even his family or himself. When the long-awaited final chapter was released, Matt devoured it with trembling anticipation. The writing was flawless, every thread tied together, every arc resolved with masterful precision. It made sense. And yet, when he reached the final chapter, his world collapsed. It was a tragedy. A selfless sacrifice. One life given to save countless others. A "Bitter-Sweet" ending, the community called it. Matt was devastated. He raged at a world—both fictional and real—that could demand such a price from a character he loved so deeply. “I hate bad endings,” he whispered through clenched teeth. As though responding to his grief, his phone flickered. A soft light bloomed across the screen, forming words he had never seen before, yet somehow he understood it. How do you think it should have ended? Stunned, confused, barely conscious of his own voice, Matt answered from the depths of his heart: “I would be there for him. I’d support him, be his anchor—his start and his release. His companion. His ally. I owe him at least that much.” The light paused for a long, breathless moment. Then it replied: Don’t fail this time. And Matt’s world began to change.
White_Baby_Daisy · 172.5k Views