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"In the grim darkness of the far future, there is only war." Forty-two millennia have passed, and now the Imperium of Man stands upon the precipice of oblivion. The galaxy is a slaughterhouse, and humanity’s fractured dominion is held together by little more than faith, hatred, and the white-knuckled grip of desperation. It is an age where the stars themselves seem to bleed. The Imperium is besieged on all fronts: savage xenos tides crash against the walls of civilization, the insidious rot of Chaos gnaws at the souls of the faithful, and within the gilded spires of Terra, corruption and betrayal fester like a gangrenous wound. The ancient sins of the past, the dread Men of Iron, those soulless abominations of steel, were thought cast down in the fires of antiquity, their metallic echo silenced by the blood of billions. They are a nightmare forgotten, a heresy expunged. Or so it was believed. From the dust of the Dark Age of Technology, a relic stirs. Axion. An intellect of godlike strategic calculation, a cold sovereign of war, has been roused from an aeons-long slumber by the careless hand of fate. He is a ghost in the machine, a weapon of a lost age reborn into a galaxy of madness. Now, the sleeping giant awakes. Inevitably, the gravity of total war pulls him in. No longer a silent observer, Axion is thrust into the Great Game, a singular point of logic forced to navigate a universe set aflame by the insanity of gods and monsters. ————————————————————— PATREON: https://www.patreon.com/Magnor

In the grim darkness of the far future, the galaxy is a theater of unending slaughter, yet it lacked the chittering, manic chorus of the "Yes-Yes!" To rectify this void, Lucius descends upon the stars as the Great Horned Rat, robed in tattered grey and brimming with malevolent divinity. Leading his verminous swarms, he plunges into the brutal cesspit of the 41st Millennium to carve out a domain of ruin. With the arrival of the Skaven, the balance of power shifts toward total anarchy. The Great Devourer meets its match in a rival swarm whose hunger is just as insatiable, while the Imperium of Man learns the true meaning of "unending numbers" as tide after tide of rat-kin drowns their worlds. Even the Necrons stare in cold calculation at a foe that wields green-glowing warpstone weaponry with a reckless abandon that mirrors their own. To the Orks, Lucius issues a challenge across time and reality: "Greenskins, we have slaughtered your kind from the World-That-Was to the Age of Sigmar and now into the 41st Millennium. If you have the stomach for it, come and face the swarms once more!" Experience a tale of skittering madness and galactic conquest as the Under-Empire rises to consume the stars. ————————————————————— PATREON: https://www.patreon.com/Magnor

After being suddenly thrust into the brutal, unforgiving universe of Warhammer 40,000, the main character discovers he is far from ordinary. He can summon crackling lightning and roaring fire from thin air. His mind teems with impossible knowledge, blueprints of arcane technology and futuristic wonders no mortal should grasp. He can even twist reality itself, warping the very laws of physics to his will. At first, he believes these gifts must be the work of Tzeentch, a twisted blessing from the Changer of Ways... or something way scarier If you'd like to support me and read a bit ahead, feel free to check out my Patreon. (patreon.com/Hemont).

Nareth was chosen by the Sefirot "Kingdom of Disorder," altering his fate from the gestation pod and giving the Chaos Gods a little shock. During the Great Crusade, he expanded the empire's borders. In the Horus Heresy, he slew the traitorous Primarchs. After the Emperor ascended the Golden Throne, as the only remaining Primarch, he became the one to put out fires across the galaxy. In the War of the Beast, he struck down the Beast. In the Eternal War, he made traitors tremble in fear. All praise his loyalty—but was that the whole truth? "Actually, I was just in it for the benefits. "What? You didn’t notice? With the potion ingredients, I could nurture Beyonders. "Belisarius Cawl was my ‘enlightener’..." "I am the shadow of order, finding every exploitable loophole in the rules." He is the Black Emperor, the one who dictates the laws. He forges a new empire and carves out a future for humanity, drowning in darkness and despair!

Rule number one of transmigration: Never let your overly attached girlfriends handle your resurrection. Five centuries ago, Emperor Zen Arclight tried to sacrifice his life to save the realm. But his five lovers had a different plan. They interfered with the ritual, shattered his soul to keep his essence alive, and accidentally ascended into immortal, grief-crazed Goddesses. They’ve spent the last 500 years building a hyper-advanced magi-tech dystopia while waiting for his return. Now, Zen has finally woken up, but not as a conqueror. He’s stuck in the body of a "Low F-Rank" academy loser with a shattered mana core, an empty bank account, but with a [Probability System] that helps him calculate his chances of survival. To fix his core and reclaim his power, Zen has to pull off the ultimate heist against the five most dangerous women in existence. By night, he is the anonymous streamer, Ghost Scrapper, broadcasting his dungeon runs to an audience that challenges and reward him, using his ancient knowledge and Probability System. By day, he plays the pathetic weakling, desperately hiding his true identity while plotting to steal his soul fragments back from their divine vaults without triggering their 500-year-old obsession. Because if these yandere goddesses connect the dots between the fragile student, the trending streamer, and their dead Emperor, they won’t just "protect" him. They will drag him into a golden cage, throw away the key, and ensure he never leaves them again. [SYSTEM WARNING: 'THE SPYMASTER' HAS GIFTED YOU 1,000,000 MANA CREDITS.] [ATTACHED MESSAGE: "You fight just like him. I am coming to find you."] Clearing the world's deadliest dungeons is child's play. Surviving his yandere lovers? That's going to require the performance of a lifetime.

"Tellus has fallen. Please live. However you can." Those were the last words of Hammond — Crown Prince Adler's only remaining brother — before an explosion ended the transmission forever. Standing on the command deck of a fleet once two thousand ships strong, Adler watches the fall of something no battle plan was ever written to survive: not an army, not a planet — but the twenty-millennium civilization he was born to protect. The Imperium Telluris is gone. And what remains of its Crown Prince is a man who no longer knows what he is protecting — or why. What is a prince without an empire? What is a soldier without a war worth surviving? Warmth Misplaced Among Iron is a story of collapse and what still burns in the wreckage — of two women who refuse to let a prince extinguish himself, and of a man who slowly learns that surviving and truly living are two very different things.

Beneath the mundane, at the edge of reason, beyond the world you know—lies a landscape you have never imagined. When Yu Sheng first opened that door, the world he was familiar with collapsed instantly. And the 'truth' that directly touches the root of the world rushed towards him.

Young genius Ren Zhong, suffering from a terminal illness, chooses the human cryonics project. Upon awakening, he finds himself in a desolate wilderness, beneath a gigantic blue sun and a duo of silver-white moons. On this unfamiliar planet, relying on the resurrection to rewind time and accumulate experience, Ren Zhong is determined to become a warrior. After experiencing betrayal, being wanted, and judged, he resolves to rebel against this unjust world and establish a new world order through war. Compress infinite time into a moment; anything can happen. Rising from insignificance, walking the seams of time, reversing billions of years of enslavement. This is the story of an immortal man and his comrades breaking the shackles of fate.

A new work from the author of 'My Senior Brother is Too Steady', welcome to enjoy it! ------------------ In the instant the Earth exploded, the fear of death finally transformed into physical torment, the agony of being scorched seared into the deepest recesses of Yang Ming's memory. "The universe is the abyss." Yang Ming murmured softly among the stars. [PS: Not a game narrative; early game settings will have a complete logical explanation later in the plot. Starting anew on a different track, this isn't in the style of previous works so don't promote it in the old way, treat me as a newcomer. Just entering the domain of interstellar sci-fi, corrections on details are welcome. ]

If the gods no longer bestow their mercy, then let us kindle bonfires, carry great swords, become skeletons, or heroes of legend.

After the world's annihilation, it was rebuilt. Upon the edge of a perilous cliff, skyscrapers rose anew. Those called the Chosen thrived behind the scenes of reality, walking in the shadows of history, wielding extraordinary powers, and receiving admiration and reverence. Some say they are fated by destiny, one in tens of thousands. Yet Ji Jue has no interest in such destiny. He only wishes to one day, see the scenery that lies beyond destiny. '...' The chronicler paused the pen here, looking at the greasy-handed mechanic: 'So, this is your reason for disrupting the international order, trafficking forbidden weapons, funding subversive organizations, inciting a polar war, and plotting to secretly rule the world?' 'It's none of my damn business!' Ji Jue rolled his eyes, 'I'm just a damn mechanic!'

Dreams are… a reality that only those who are capable can speak about. This was an era marked by the births of geniuses! This was an era where heroes could be found everywhere! The fierce conflict between the aristocrats and the civilians, the open and veiled battles between the Federation and the Empire, the restlessly lurking extraterrestrials… When the principles of truth were within the range of battleship cannons, when order had no place in this world… Mu Fan, with the mysterious intelligent life “Black” and his unwavering will, fiercely tore open the magnificent Great Galaxy Era!

Su Mo, a late bloomer, was introverted and bad at socializing with strangers. He thought his life would stay pretty ordinary, but everything changed when he started playing the popular game Star Ring. He unexpectedly rediscovered the joys of life and set off on a journey to claim the throne.

In the neon of blue and purple, under the thick steel sky, at the forefront of this surge of data, lies the world post-tech revolution. It's also the dividing line between reality and illusion. Steel and flesh, past and future. In this place, the world outside and inside coexist. Everything in front of us feels like a wall of time within reach. The darkness is slowly creeping in. But hey, my friend, you gotta know, we can't just counter darkness with softness. Gotta use fire.

Due to his own carelessness, Duanmu Huai finds himself transported into the world of the game "Star Ocean Online." Starting from a humble core capsule, Duanmu Huai ventures across the starry sea to countless worlds. He awakens powers that have long been dormant, confronts threats lurking in the depths of the universe, and sets his sights on dominating the galaxy!

At the end of the final aeon, the multiverse collapses. Across an infinity of realities, civilizations that had mastered galaxies and rewritten the laws of physics witness the impossible: eternal inflation reverses. Every universe folds inward, every timeline converges, and existence itself compresses into a single cosmological remnant: Type-0 Black Hole, its horizon encoded with the complete history of everything that has ever been. Only one being escapes the end. Born from the asymmetry of the collapse of Existence itself, Nirvonis, the embodiment of end itself, breaks free from the dying multiverse carrying fragments of its core. Too corrupted by divergent forces to remain sane enough to shape the newborn reality directly, he retreats to a strange realm beyond spacetime and divides his essence, creating two angels to explore the universe that rises from the ashes of the old. Amiss, the force that draws all things toward their inevitable conclusion, and Eva, the quiet gravity where every ending collapses, descend into a cosmos unlike any before it. Because the new universe is not born from a Big Bang. It is encoded, It is projected holographically from the surface of the ancient black hole that replaced the multiverse. As the angels wander this unfolding reality, they discover civilizations rising, strange new forces of magic emerging from broken cosmic symmetries, and powers far older than the universe itself quietly steering its fate. In a universe written on the edge of oblivion, every ending carries the weight of creation and the angels of the End may be the only beings who remember what came before.

Adam's life was a living hell, which finally ends when he is killed by his enemy, John. But this is not the end for Adam; rather, it is a new beginning. He travels back in time to the exact point where everything started—the time he left college. However, this time is different. He has received a 'System' that grants him the power to 'copy and paste,' allowing him to duplicate any object and paste it into the real world. From here begins Adam's ultimate revenge against John and his family. Alongside his vengeance, Adam uses his power to build his own massive business empire, which becomes so wealthy that it even funds the government.

MC has system that help him build Movie Tech in Real world ( This is a parallel earth with no same movies )

Cursed or blessed. To Valeo it didn't matter, the outcome would've still been the same for him in the end, scorn for his appearance by people who think social status is everything while spending most of his life in a arena fighting bizarre creatures just to survive. After committing the most treasonous of crimes Valeo is now on the run and has to traverse the unforgiven and ever bizarre landscape of The Vile Lands wielding a power long forgotten while people in high places and forces unknown wants his head. Can a monster really be a hero?