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Bound to Justice, Drawn to Evil

Every civilization has its own version of the beginning. Some call it history. Others call it myth. Few dare to ask which one is true. --- Between the lines of history, countless events have been twisted, misunderstood, and recorded incorrectly. Those who witnessed the truth chose not to correct these accounts, allowing them to become accepted as unquestionable facts. Now those false records are treated as reality, and the known universe is beginning to unravel in places where no one is looking. One wrong choice creates waves of disasters, yet the true price has not been paid. But what if someone appeared who could solve everything at its source? Csendez, a young phoenix born into one of the universe's oldest noble families, enters the Academy - an institution founded by the Alocanai Council to preserve the fragile peace between the great races. For fifty years, future leaders, warriors, scholars, and rulers are expected to study together... while rivalries, ambitions, and hidden agendas quietly grow beneath the surface. To most students, the Academy is the beginning of adulthood. To Csendez, it may become the beginning of answers. Haunted by dreams that feel more like forgotten memories than imagination, she finds herself drawn toward mysteries no one seems willing to discuss. Ancient legends refuse to remain legends. Powerful figures hide faces instead of names. Even history itself begins to contradict everything the universe believes to be true. As old truths crumble, one question becomes impossible to ignore. Some secrets were buried for a reason. And some eyes never stop watching.
Iasomie · 98.4k Views

That Time I Got Reincarnated As An Abyssal Phoenix (Remake)

First came a god, one who fell into darkness, driven mad by a storm of joy and sorrow not their own. A god driven by desperation for their own salvation and hatred toward the very creations they help give form, one who was cut down by the brightest of lights, a light whose heart was filled with grief. Next came six wings of crimson red, six wings that were once pure and whole but were now stained with blood and sin; six wings that spread the taint that seeped from the broken shards of madness long since left behind. Even now, after hundreds of years, those who follow the malformed gospel of those bloodied wings continue to spread the writhing taint, twisting life to meet their unholy ends. And now a third has come, one who is not of this world but who holds the key to undo the locks and reforge the pieces. In the end, whether they will fall like those before them, crushed by the weight of all that is, or rise and break the shackles that bind them, only time will tell... _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ I do not claim to own "That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime" or any of the corresponding characters in that anime; everything belongs to their respective owners. Additionally, images and artwork I may occasionally use do not belong to me; I only use them as references. If their rightful owners ask me to remove them, I will. Finally, this fanfiction will only be uploaded here, on Webnovel, four the foreseeable future. If this changes, I will update this section with the relevant information.
Dark_light · 246.3k Views

Reborn as a Chaos God in Warhammer

They thought they were logging into the ultimate sci-fi VRMMO. They had no idea they were the unwitting champions of a starving, newborn Chaos God. [Welcome to Epoch 40k: Mecha] The developers promised glorious mechas, interstellar colonization, and a grand sci-fi epic. Instead, players are dumped into a rotting nightmare where the tutorial involves dodging Ork raiding parties for scrap metal, and the local NPCs chant religious litanies just to repair a rusty tractor. Behind the curtain, however, a newly awakened Chaos God named Lucian Sanctus is desperately pulling the strings. Sitting at the absolute bottom of the Warp's food chain, Lucian needs to harvest emotional energy to survive. But feeding openly means drawing the ire of the established Chaos Gods—especially Slaanesh, as he knows she would love nothing more than to devour a fledgling deity before he can become a threat. His brilliant, desperate solution? Summon gamers from Earth. By disguising a grim, unforgiving reality as a virtual sandbox, Lucian can safely gorge himself on their gamer rage, triumph, and gacha-induced despair without the Emperor or the Chaos Gods noticing a thing. Armed with a total disregard for their own lives, a terrifying penchant for exploiting bugs, and a deeply questionable moral compass, these "players" have formed the Red Dawn guild. The galaxy might be a decaying cesspit, but they have sworn to fix it... or accidentally establish a brand-new galactic empire trying. -- This is translation but don't worry for I AM HERE, I will be the poison tester and remove all the poison I can to make the this Good story, Very Very Good.
AHumanMadeMOFO · 1.7m Views