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Umbra Overlord: Night Mother's Champion

WARNING: This story isn’t for the faint of heart. The main character is shameless, crude, and unapologetically ruthless. If you want a clean-cut hero who plays by the rules, this isn’t your tale. ------------------------------------------ But if you crave raw power, dark humor, divine legacies, and the rise of a shameless, ruthless legend — buckle up. Growing up, Corven had always known he was different. He was a misfit. An outsider. He never fit in, nor did he want to. And he got bullied for it. So when he learns that he's a demigod son of the strongest primordial god, he wasn't too surprised. But power attracts enemies. And Erebus has many. You don't become the strongest without garnering quite a few, and being the son of the strongest can only protect one for so long. As the son of the Primordial of Darkness and the inheritor of a feared legacy tied to the a forgotten family who once ruled the Shadow Realm and its scattered powers, Corven quickly becomes a target in a brutal world ruled by gods, monsters, demigods, nobles, cultivators, ancient Houses and ruthless politics. He must quickly build his power, brick by brick, because, if he knew one thing, it was this: He was never going to be weak ever again, and he'll ensure that comes out on top. In this world, strength defines worth, betrayal is currency, and weakness is an invitation to die. So Corven must grow stronger. Faster. Smarter. More ruthless. Because if he doesn’t, the enemies hunting him will bury him long before he ever reaches his full potential. His road is a bloody one, filled with war, betrayal, ancient enemies, and powers beyond mortal comprehension. Yet, with his loyal friends at his back and a primordial family that seems hellbent on gifting him absurdly overpowered abilities, Corven may actually stand a chance against the forces seeking his downfall... At least externally, anyway. Because the true enemy may lie within. See, power in this world comes at a cost. And Primordial Spawns are cursed notoriously worse than most. Sure, there may be Monarchs blessed by the elements. Demigods blessed by the gods. And Progenitors blessed by evolution itself. Primordial Spawns --- children born to primordial parents --- are blessed by the Primordials themselves; they are born with limitless potential and favored by the universe itself. But they are born with a curse. The stronger they become, the more their sanity begins to fracture beneath the weight of their own power. After all, the cost of power is madness and, as the strongest of the Primordial Spawns, Corven has madness in spades. Suffice to say, if the enemies of Erebus don’t kill Corven before his ascension... His own insanity might just do the trick. He fights dirty. He talks back. Mercy? There is none left. This is not a story about heroes. This is the rise of the Shadowborn monster the world tried to erase — and the legend that will force them to remember why darkness was the very first element in creation... And why it is feared. ------------------------------------ ------------------------------------ Additional Tags: - Anti-Hero - Villain - Magic - Cultivation - Undead - Summons - Broken - Gods - Myths - Betrayals - Vengeance - Werewolves - Vampires - Demons - Warlocks - Witches ------------------------------------ Release Schedule & Bonuses • 2+ Chapters every 3–4 days • Bonus Chapter every third Friday • Power Stone Milestones:   • 35 = +1 Chapter   • 55 = +4 Chapters • 20 Shares = +2 Chapters ------------------------------------ Read. Vote. Share. Let’s climb—one shadow at a time.
BroodyKai · 34.8k Views

Honkai Star Rail: Who Says You Can't Level Up While Lying Down!

Zeig unexpectedly traversed to the Honkai: Star Rail world, and right at the start, he was implanted with a Stellaron by Kafka. "Congratulations to the host for awakening the Slacking System. Slacking makes you stronger!" "There's such a good thing?" Zeig lay down on the spot, leaving Kafka and Silver Wolf dumbfounded. After slacking ended... "Congratulations to the host for obtaining Aeon Emanator-level strength, as well as the true legacy ultimate technique of the Phoenix Immortal!" "No way, it really gives it?!" That day, outside Herta Space Station, a sword tip that obscured the galaxy appeared, slowly descending toward the Doomsday Beast. March 7th stared in astonishment: "Oh my god, what is that?" Welt adjusted his glasses: "It's actually the Taixu Sword God. Who on earth is the one drawing the sword?" Asta's pupils shrank sharply: "How much money would it take for him to stay at the space station? I'll pay double, no problem!" Herta: "Heh, in this laboratory today, once you come, you won't be able to leave. It's not up to you!" Only Zeig remained calm as still water. "Everyone, small scene, no biggie." "By the way." Zeig turned his head, "Did you capture my handsome heroic figure just now? Remember to photoshop it more." Everyone: "......" In order to protect his companions well under the threat of the Aeon of Destruction, Zeig entered ultimate slacking mode. "What's the point of Trailblazing? I haven't finished my happy water yet." "For the inn, I want the most expensive and highest-grade one." "March, where are your snacks? No way, it's only been a few days and I've eaten them all? So little, go buy more." March 7th gritted her teeth and said to everyone on the train: "How about we kick him off the train?" —— 70 Advance Chapter on Patreon/Ferasam
Ferasam · 523.7k Views

Warhammer 40k: The Men of Iron Return to the Galaxy

"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
Yurnero_ · 1.6m Views