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The Defiant Prince: The Second Dance

"That story of the Ice Dragon," Daeron said, "Those were the first words my brother had said to me in months, and it wasn't because of any row or absence from the Red Keep. It was simply because he hadn't cared to." His stance was rigid below the indifferent stars that shone above them. "I wanted a brother, but he didn't want me, and now I'm going to take everything he has." The night air tingled against the back of his neck. He did not waste words or his breath on a past that cannot be changed. "Everything, Your Grace?" "Yes," The word was as cold and sharp as a blade. "Do you believe it is considered kinslaying to wage war against your brother?" He asked mildly, "To raise your sword against him even if it's to parry a deathblow from your own kin." He never waited for Barristan to answer his question. "Whether we die by each other's hands or not, it does not matter. We have condemned one another. Not just our own lives, but those of our line." That was when Daeron turned abruptly, shifting his attention solely on Barristan. "A kinslayer is one who is cursed forever, but my family's history is written in the blood of our own kin." His eyes narrowed in thought. "But still we reign over all of Westeros," the rubies in his crown glowed like lit embers above his head. "And you still serve me, follow me." You can support me and read advance chapters on my Patreon. Join me at patreon.com/MythosMixer for exclusive content and updates!
MythosMixer · 80.4k Views

Naruto: The God-Tier Resurrection System

I reincarnated into the brutal world of shinobi. To avoid becoming cannon fodder in the bloody Ninja Wars, I made the smartest choice possible: I became a Medical-nin. Stay in the backlines, heal some scrapes, and survive. That was the plan, anyway. Then, I awakened the [Miracle Savior System]. The rules were simple: Heal the injured, resurrect the dying, and farm god-tier rewards. Suddenly, the Shinobi world gained a terrifyingly "helpful" anomaly. Orochimaru: "Chiba, Nawaki's body is half-charred. His internal organs are fried. He is beyond saving." Me: "Stand back. I can fix him." 【Ding! Target Saved. Rewarded: Flawless Senju Bloodline (and Tsunade's eternal gratitude)!】 Anbu Operative: "Lord Sakumo's body has been cold for hours. It’s over... let's just collect his corpse." Me: "Did I say he was dead? Move." 【Ding! Target Saved. Rewarded: Supreme Physique (Eight Inner Gates Unlocked)!】 I didn't stop there. I became addicted to the loot. The closer they were to death, the sweeter the drops. But things got a little out of hand during the Fourth Great Ninja War... A Blood Moon hung in the sky. Madara Uchiha lay on the shattered battlefield, only half of his body remaining, his chakra completely drained. He was seconds away from turning to dust. The Allied Shinobi Forces: "Thank God! The nightmare is finally over! Madara is dying!" Me: (cracking knuckles) "Hold on, I can save him." The Entire Ninja World: "Are you out of your f*cking mind?! WHY WOULD YOU HEAL HIM?!" I didn't care about their screams. I only cared about the beautiful blue holographic screen flashing before my eyes: 【Ding! Target Saved. Rewarded: The Rinnegan & Six Paths Senjutsu!】 Years later, after emptying the System’s reward pool, I looked at my hands in confusion. Weren't the Otsutsuki supposed to be self-proclaimed Gods? Why couldn't they even survive a single slap from a humble Medical-nin like me? [Warning: The MC is extremely pragmatic. He doesn't save enemies out of kindness; he farms them for loot. Fast-paced, ruthless progression, and maximum face-slapping!]
Binge_Ink · 1.1k Views

Valehart Chose Blood

If peace required a monster, Valehart volunteered. Cassian Valehart was supposed to die. In the novel he once read, his public execution was the spark that ignited a righteous rebellion. His death inspired a hero, toppled a tyrant, and changed the kingdom forever. It was a beautiful lie. Because the war that followed lasted a decade. The hero became another despot. And the realm drowned in blood anyway. Now Cassian has awakened three weeks before his own execution. He remembers the betrayal. He remembers the noose tightening around his throat. And he remembers the “happy ending” that came after. This time, he refuses to play the martyr. By stepping off the path fate designed for him, Cassian fractures prophecy itself. The king grows more paranoid. The rebellion grows more desperate. The Church whispers of a thread that refuses to burn. The kingdom is on the brink of chaos. And Cassian realizes something terrifying: The tragedy wasn’t tyranny. It was weakness. So he chooses strength. He exposes conspiracies before they bloom. He eliminates threats before they organize. He sacrifices the few to prevent the many. Rowan Ardent—the idealist destined to save the realm—calls him a monster. Cassian does not deny it. Because if peace demands cruelty… if stability demands fear… if thousands must be crushed so millions survive— Then Valehart will choose blood. And when the dust settles, the kingdom will stand. Silent. Stable. And ruled by the one man willing to become its villain.
Tizzie · 1.9k Views