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"Immortality? That can be lonely. And in the end, everyone will die. It doesn’t matter what you do to escape it—sooner or later, all shall taste death. It is already written; it’s only a matter of when and how. But glory… glory is the answer. Glory will outlive flesh and bones. Glory is what we should strive for, not immortality." ~~~~ Robin Burton was a young man who grew up with everything anyone could ever hope for: immense talent in cultivation, a sharp mind, and a wealthy family that would stop at nothing to protect and nurture him. He had everything—except the will to make use of it. "Why should I walk the same path as my ancestors? Why must I seek strength just to defeat one rival or compete with another? That is not what I was born for!" --- “…Heh\~” Robin let out a long sigh. “Pursuing power was never my goal. I left my family and secluded myself to escape those pointless struggles for authority. I wanted to explore the universe, and to explore myself first… yet time and again, I was dragged into devastating wars. I wanted to benefit people with my knowledge and immortalize my name, yet worlds fell and hundreds of billions died because of me. Ironic, hah?”

Bruno traveled back to the summer of 2012 and found himself in the body of Bruno Fernandes, bringing with him a master football training system. This led to Bruno Fernandes, who left Novara to join Udinese, quickly standing out in the Italian Serie A and gaining renown throughout Italy. In the summer of 2016, B. Fernandes landed in England, leading the declining Manchester United on the path to revitalization. (Pogba: Who am I? Where am I? What should I do?) In Qatar, Bruno Fernandes, who rose quickly, became the man who helped Cristiano Ronaldo reach the pinnacle of football. As Ronaldo aged, he took on the important task of revitalizing the team of the Five Shields and embarked on his own path to becoming the king of football. Di Natale: Bruno made me taste the sweetness of the championship! Mourinho: It's great to have Bruno around! Cristiano Ronaldo: Bruno helped me become the king of football! Bruno: Actually, I am the king of football! Thank you for the support, friends. If you want to read more chapters in advance, go to my Patreon. Read 40 Chapters In Advance: patreon.com/Cortez10  

Discord server link to see the images and the chapter release schedule: https://discord.gg/ksWxRKrbVe A child born without choice, handed over to three strangers who hid secrets heavier than the mountains they lived in. Shen Zhu never knew tenderness. He knew the whip before words, poison before hunger, and death before he understood what life meant. Behind every blow and wound, eyes watched him with a love that looked nothing like mercy, and hands pushed him to fall so they could teach him how to rise. He grew up in a world that gives nothing for free, where strength is measured in scars, friendship is built upon the corpses of beasts, and fate smiles mockingly at those who try to escape it.

Leon never expected that when he woke up, he would become Odin's second son and the sun god of Asgard, although this title was made up by his father. When Thor smashed through the training ground with his hammer, and when Loki conjured up a clone to try to trick him into getting up, Lion just wanted to lie on the terrace of Asgard and practice his sun priesthood to the fullest. 【Photosynthesis, lazy days.】 Until the Frost Giant provoked him and ruined his nap. Leon sighed, raised his hand, and golden light spread across the nine realms, turning the glacier into a hot spring and boiling the enemy chief into an egg. "I just want to take a nap, why is it so difficult?" But when one of his two wronged brothers was demoted to the middle court and the other was secretly causing trouble, Leon finally stood up as if accepting his fate. "I really can't do anything with you!" "Okay, time to go to Earth to bask in the sun and visit my silly brother who's been stripped of his divine power." Thor: My brother is invincible! Loki: Could you please not hit me in the face next time? But Leon soon discovered that this universe seemed more lively than he had imagined?

A man from the 21st century opens his eyes in Rome in 87 BC and discovers that he can clone himself without limit. In a time of chaos and ambition, he will use his ability to survive, crush his rivals, and build a power that could change the fate of Rome I appreciate your support on my Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/cw/FranBloodthirstyNovels Weekly updates: Patreon: 5 to 7 chapters Webnovel: 3 to 4 chapters

An accident transported Galon into the body of the sole heir of Galbart Glover, lord of Deepwood Motte. It was the eve before Eddard Stark rode south. For the sake of his house, Galon chose to claim Sansa Stark first. Years later, seated upon the Iron Throne and gazing over the Seven Kingdoms, Galon Glover would still remember the night he dueled Joffrey for Sansa.

This is a place where everyone can become a God. Han Wu was a Divine Being whose parents went missing when he was young. He lived with his grandfather until he was eighteen when he first received his core race. Unfortunately he was cursed with misfortune. Not only did his grandfather pass away but he also received one of the weakest core races, the locusts. After suffering much humiliation from the bullies and being ignored by largely everyone, he took his life. Little did he know however the end of his life was also the start of someone else. An unknown soul from the modern civilization reincarnated in his body. Taking on his name and body, “Han Wu” started clawing his way upward to become strong enough to search for his missing parents as per the will of his dead grandfather as well as staking his claim in this large world. Official: A civilization where everyone can become Gods. Myriads of civilizations ranging from tranquil worlds to outright brutal hellscapes. Civilizations where goblins, orcs, angels, demons, undead, and all manner of life forms flourished. Wielding his locusts as his loyal subjects, Han Wu swore to take advantage of every civilization and become strong enough to protect everything he loved.

All he wanted was to drive home and speedrun the game before the DLC dropped. Then came the crash, a warm light, and nothing—until he woke up as Wolfgang, a poor knight from a minor noble family in the Holy Roman Empire. He thought he knew this world. However, once a butterfly flaps its wings, no one can predict where the storm will go; this world doesn't follow the game's script. Nobles plot in the dark, and being the smartest person in the room means nothing when steel decides the argument. To survive the filth and chaos of medieval life, he has no choice but to lean on a mysterious system that hands him quests, money, and access to a shop packed with skills, manuals, and items he could never have gotten otherwise. He refuses to just stand by and watch history be written without him. With modern knowledge, he will use every resource, building a loyal army, amassing wealth, and carving out the strongest empire ever with his own hands.

He gazed upon the sea below him as the air rushed on his face. The summer years brought calm and he found some peace from seeing upon the sea extending from horizon to horizon. No past, no future, and no memory could be found within the limitless water. More peace than he had found in the last few years. He saw Cloudwynd's head turn slightly towards him, his constant companion occasionally flapping her wings to maintain their glide through the sky. He felt her concern for him, knowing when he would enter his brooding self. Dragons were passionate and took what they want, but the past few years have not been kind to him or his people, all of which Cloudwynd witnessed. "Everything will be alright, girl," he reassured in High Valyrian as he took his hand off one of her spines and reached forward to rub her neck, her bluish-greenish scales glistening in the sunlight. He got a snort from her in response, not really satisfied with his answer but decided to accept it. His only concern right now was to fly towards his destination, to ensure his people's safe passage. Beneath him were vessels ferrying those he was charged with towards their new destination, the last bastion for their people. Fifty ships carrying barely two thousand five hundred men, women, and children across water over four moon turns. Remnants of a great civilization long extinguished from the memory of those that now took their place. The land prowess of the Valyrian army through the Tarareons, cavalrymen and explorers who could boast about expanding the Freehold's reach without the dragons. Valyria's knowledge of blood magic, healing, and other rituals preserved through the Leniars. Lastly, the Rahitheons' skill as smiths, builders, and engineers preserved the wonders of Valyrian technology. The survival of their civilization and culture rested on all of them and one misstep could see the flame of Valyria die out for good. And then there was himself. Barely nine and ten, Jaenyx was the last scion of the Belaerys', one of the oldest and most powerful dragonlord families in old Valyria. A family that had great figures such as Jaenara Belaerys, the famed explorer of Sothoryos, included in their ancestry. Prompted by Valyria's leaders to recolonize the Basilisk Isles, the Belaerys' settled at the edge of Sothoryosi wilderness along with three other Valyrian families, all of whom could not hope to survive the dangers of that continent by themselves. Previous attempts to colonize the Basilisk Isles, seen as a first step towards further expansion south, had ended in failure. Yet, the new colony thrived under the Belaerys' stewardship. Being in the Basilisk Isles was what saved the colonists from the Doom. Unfortunately, despite nearly a century of inhabiting the Isles, a recent turn of events had put their people in dire circumstances and the Isles were no longer safe for them. Despairing over the coming extinction of Valyria, Jaenyx remembered that there was one other place that they could journey towards, a place where a certain dragonlord had fled to after his daugther's now prophetic warning about the destruction of the Freehold: Dragonstone. Check out my Website https://dravenshadefall-shop.fourthwall.com for early access to chapters and some exclusive content. Plus, it helps me keep writing these stories that (hopefully) keep you hooked!

Dai Yao once wondered what would happen after traveling to the Douluo Continent. First, beat up the hypocritical Tang San and the scumbag Yu Xiaogang. But when he actually crossed over and arrived at the Douluo Continent, he became the fourth prince of the Star Luo Empire. What now? Failing in the fight for the throne would mean death. The age gap was too significant, and the hope of victory seemed slim. Fortunately, he still had a second martial spirit: a green lotus. (Not bowing to the Grandmaster, nor joining Shrek Academy.) Thank you for the support, friends. If you want to read more chapters in advance, go to my Patreon. Read 40 Chapters In Advance: patreon.com/Canserbero10

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.

After dying in an accident, Julian thought his story was over. Instead, he wakes up in a medieval fantasy world, ruled by steel, filled with magic, and crawling with monstrous beasts. Reborn as Darion, the bastard son of an emperor, he is thrown into a life of mockery and scorn. As an illegitimate noble, he holds no power, no respect, and no future. Until Awakening Day. In this world, only the children of noble families awaken a Class: an ability that determines their status and role. Some become Dukes for awakening classes that summon mythical beasts. Others rise as Commanders, wielding magic capable of dominating entire battlefields. Darion awakens… nothing. Laughter erupts across the ceremony hall. Declared classless and a disgrace to the imperial bloodline, he is cast off as a mere baron and exiled to a dying territory—barren lands, starving knights, and graves of fallen soldiers who died defending a domain the empire long abandoned. Darion is left with a single, bitter question: What is a classless lord supposed to do with dead knights? [Ding!] [Late Awakening Detected] [YOU HAVE AWAKENED: NECROMANCER] With no gold, no allies, and enemies closing in, he decides to build his kingdom the only way he can… By raising an immortal legion from the battlefield. [First Undead Knight Raised] [First Undead Wolf Raised] [Legion Formation Initialized]

Robert huffed; he would not give his friend all of the tools. Let him figure some of it out himself. "Wherever you think best." Before his friend could press the matter, he changed the topic. "Now, I did not just come to ask you to be my hand. I also came to suggest something else." "Your Grace?" Ned replied. "I wish to strengthen the bond between our families. We shall be united in blood as we would have been had Lya and I married." Robert said. "Your daughter and my son are of an age; they shall be betrothed, and the girl shall accompany us south." "I…" Ned stammered. Robert continued. "And your eldest son and my daughter Myrcella are of an age. They shall be married before we leave for King's Landing." Robert saw his friend's mouth open in shock once more. He grinned. "Well? Are you going to answer or are you going to keep gaping at me like a fish?" Ned stared at him then took a deep breath. "I…I am…I am honoured by this favour, Your Grace." Robert felt his grin widen and he pulled Ned into a crushing embrace. "Our families were meant to be united, Ned. This time they will be." Want to read advanced chapters? If you’re enjoying the story and would like early access to future chapters, please consider supporting me on Patreon: patreon.com/HalyxStark.

In 2025, Eshaan Vikram Shresth is an archaeology professor at the New Nalanda University - brilliant, overlooked, and quietly consumed by a love of civilizations that died before the world could appreciate them. When he follows a hidden alignment in the ruins of the original Nalanda into a subterranean sanctum, he stumbles upon a secret the world has kept for over two millennia. The Nine Unknown Men, the legendary society founded by Emperor Ashoka the Great after the Kalinga War, are real. They have kept their vigil across centuries, guarding nine books of knowledge so dangerous that no single era could be trusted with them. And one of those books - the Ninth, has been waiting. For him. The Quill of Sociogenesis, dark and iridescent and impossibly alive, does not ask Eshaan's permission. It chose him. And next thing Eshaan knew, he is ten years old, frail, suffering from a disease and lying in a clerk's house in Pataliputra and the year is 1178 CE. He carries two things into this new life: the accumulated knowledge of a modern historian who has spent his career studying exactly what went wrong with India, and the mark of a cosmic mandate written in his own flesh. He knows the invasions coming. He knows the betrayals, the fractures, the missed chances. He has read every book, studied every empire that rose and fell in this soil. Now he will build the one that doesn't. Disclaimer - This Novel series is an Isekai medieval India historical fantasy. I don't wish to hurt anyone's feelings and would like to trace an alternative history for Indian Subcontinent, exploring the possibilities if the events unfolded in a different way and also with fantasy elements like divine weapons from mythologies, but those elements doesn’t appear until later. Connect with me at - Discord: nerdastrologer Email: [email protected]

They were supposed to save the world. No one realized the deadly cocktail of bitterness, anger, resentment, and vengeance that was created when this team came together: the anachronistic war hero, the master assassin, the Winter Soldier, the fallen prince, the neglected schemer, the cast-aside scientist, the experiment gone very wrong, the archer, and the genius billionaire. They were supposed to be the heroes of Earth, its last and best defense. They were not supposed to become its conquerors. Thank you for reading! If you are enjoying the story, please consider supporting me on Patreon. Patrons get access to advance chapters and help make it possible for me to keep writing. You can find me at: patreon.com/DarkLoreWriter

Jaehaerys raised his chin, undaunted. This man couldn't harm him, he reminded himself, that's why he brought Prince Viserys to the capital in the first place. "I am the Crown Prince of the Seven Kingdoms. A dragon. You are nothing more than a fool who befriended one," Jaehaerys replied, having prepared that line in advance. It had the desired effect. The Small Council members turned to look at Connington. The man trembled with rage, balling his fists. Strangely, he reminded Jae of Viserys. "And if I don't?" he asked. "If you don't, Lord Baratheon will take this tale back home. Ser Jaime will wonder out loud every chance he gets why our Lord Regent was so unwilling to protect the Crown Prince though he'd been aware of his mistreatment the entire time. Soon enough, the entire realm will know." Jaehaerys tilted his head. "And I wonder how my family in the North will feel about that." "Not to mention the common people, when they hear an up-jumped minor Lord, my bannerman no less, dared to harm a Prince of the Blood. They remember the only reason you're in power is because you took advantage of the chaos at the end of the Rebellion," Lord Stannis seconded Jaehaerys, the large man and the little boy glaring at the Lord Regent in unison. His face grew so red, it matched his hair. Jaehaerys feared his head might explode. In the end, Lord vary broke the silence when he said, "Perhaps the Prince's suggestion is sound. Prince Viserys should be sent to Dragonstone. Out of sight and out of mind, as they say." Finally, Connington gave a nod. So slight, one could doubt he agreed at all. "But Daenerys stays," Jaehaerys pushed on. "I won't have her at Dragonstone where Viserys can torment her." "Fine!" Connington said, "Now, begone." "You don't order the Crown Prince around, fool!" Stannis protested. "That's quite alright, Lord Baratheon," he said, looking up at him with a small smile. "I was leaving anyway." Thank you for reading! If you are enjoying the story, please consider supporting me on Patreon. Patrons get access to advance chapters and help make it possible for me to keep writing. You can find me at: patreon.com/DarkLoreWriter

Wei Yuan originally had no grand aspirations, but in the torrents of the times, he had no choice but to embark on the path of conquering the four corners and expanding territories, treading through mountain passes without ever growing old. Irreverent Introduction One: Even Immortals fear industrialization! This is a story about an industrial revolution in a fantasy world.

The once most powerful ancient forbidden divine art, the Ancient Dragon Elephant Technique has been lost for millions upon millions of years. Countless years later, youth Lin Feng who was down on his luck, managed to obtain the number one ancient forbidden divine art, the Ancient Dragon Elephant Technique by chance. When Lin Feng departed from a tiny city of the northern-most area in the world, a legendary story would begin. This is a world with experts as many as the trees in a forest, a world where different races vyes for supremacy. Who shall rule over destiny in this boundlessly vast land? Depending on the Ancient Dragon Elephant Technique, Lin Feng battle the heavens and fought the earth, sweeping aside all experts with dominance, tyrannically ruling the myriad realms.

Destiny splits before me into two unrelated, straight lines: one leading to a palace and city ablaze, the Kingdom overthrown, the Earth bearing suffering, and Life enduring torment in this Fire. And the other leading to the pinnacle of Ancient Kings, where deities in the clouds personally crown me. I don the laurel wreath, basking in the cheers of the mountain. My gaze pierces through the mists of history, my Knights conquer lands for me, my Sword cleaves through obstacles, leading my people to victory. I take up this Scepter, holding the Authority of the World in my hands. I overlook the multitude, altering the course of history. I am Brand, King of Vorn, and this is my Legendary tale. ......................... Plain version synopsis: This is a story about a Senior Warrior with memories of rebirth, crossing back into the World he once fought for to alter the strands of history and make a mark in the sands of time.

Amidst much anticipation, the virtual reality game Dark Land, a decade in the making, has finally launched. However, its steep price has caused many long-time fans to hesitate. Meanwhile, an obscure game has gained massive attention, cleverly capitalizing on Dark Land's popularity. Qi Sheng: "I've got a link to a cracked version of Dark Land! Free and legit!"