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The crumbling Vienna System is unable to stop the rise of the Second Empire, as the Emperor's nephew is about to visit his faithful Paris. Protector of the Apennine, Honorary Chairman of the Rhine Federation, Close Ally of the Kingdom of Spain, French Empire Augustus Jerome Bonaparte: I will make France great again! -------------------- (Reasonable historical deduction party, Paradox Interactive game players rejoice!)

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.

In France, just entered Versailles, with the identity of the Crown Prince. The only problem was that the reigning king was Louis XVI, and in two years, he'd be "snapped"... Since I couldn't rely on dear old dad and the ministers, I had to take matters into my own hands to reform France! First, make a bit of easy money to solve the financial crisis that had plagued the nation for hundreds of years. Then give a harsh lesson to those nobles harboring treacherous intentions and plotting to seize power. Next, confiscate the Church's abundant lands, acquired without lifting a finger. Industry, technology, agriculture, commerce—I will all advance side by side, I, the greatest Crown Prince in France! That year, when the little British struggled with the allied forces at his borders, I simply took over his little island. That year, my sword pointed at all of Europe, the magnificent feat Napoleon didn't accomplish, I will achieve!!!

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!

This is a world shrouded in darkness. The spreading Black Fog corrodes every living creature. The only protection for humanity lies in fire. But as the dark Epoch approached, the fires slowly extinguished. Countless strong Kingdoms became dens for Dark Monsters, humans lost contact with each other, and survivors trembled in the faint solitary light. Until Rod came to this world. "Damn, what's this cow and horse stuff, is it edible?" "This Soul, it's delicious." "As long as the will of fire remains unextinguished, I believe, one day, humanity will once again illuminate this world and burn all spectral vermin to ashes." "Even if I'm mired in darkness, bearing the Dream Realm, I can still support this world!" "We've won!" —— The world is about to fall, the Abyss looms at our side. And I will raise this Unique flame to light up the world. Yes, I am the last King of Darkness. But... Hello? Anyone, save me.

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!]

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.

Chen Xi looks at the soldier who just threw a rock weighing a few hundred kilograms away and looks at the sky speechlessly. Is this really the late Eastern Han Dynasty? It doesn't make sense to see Lu Bu single-handedly cut through the ten-thousand-strong cavalry. Zhao Zilong ends up truly possessed by a dragon soul. Is he really human? Dian Wei single-handedly defends Cao Cao as they storm out of the enemy camp and slaughters a few thousand cavalry of the enemy. His combat strength is off the charts! Is there something wrong? Chen Xi touches a goose feather fan and fans it. A strong gale blows and he sighs. "This must be some mythical story, right? Even I'm not normal anymore."

Blood dripped from the warrior’s sword. A fallen emperor lay lifeless at his feet. An entire army had fled in fear. Yet… The man who stood victorious showed no pride. No joy. No emotion. Because his war… was never truly over. Haunted by visions of a mysterious woman, the undefeated warrior begins to question his own fate. But before he can uncover the truth— He awakens. Not on a battlefield… But as a king. In the vast and majestic empire of Kantharva, where magic flows through bloodlines and towering palaces touch the skies, a ruler unlike any other sits on the throne. A king feared by enemies. A king respected by his people. A king hiding a past no one fully knows. When a young boy named Agan arrives at the grand palace during a once-in-eight-years festival, his curiosity leads him to a story long buried in time. A story of: Ancient magic… Forbidden powers… And a warrior named Ariyan—who came from a distant land known as Preta Desam. But the truth is far darker. Behind the glory of empires lies a history soaked in sacrifice. Thousands died to build this kingdom. And the bloodshed… is far from over. Far away, a terrifying force awakens. The Yokai. Creatures that cannot be destroyed— Unless one makes the ultimate sacrifice. A power known as Agomi holds the key. But its price… Is life itself. As destiny tightens its grip, a warrior named Ratrangasan is faced with an impossible choice: Save the world… Or sacrifice himself to end the darkness forever. Across timelines, across kingdoms, across lives— Fates begin to intertwine. The past returns. The present trembles. And the future… burns. A king with a forgotten past. In a world divided between light and darkness, Rudhran’s fate changes forever when he inherits *Nightfang*, the legendary blade once wielded by Azharoth — the feared Eclipse Lord and Father of Shadows. Hunted by the terrifying Shadow race and burdened by secrets hidden within his own bloodline, Rudhran is forced into a dangerous path that could decide the fate of entire kingdoms. As the ancient Noxareth Empire begins to rise once again, long-forgotten truths about the Shadows, divine powers, and forbidden wars slowly come to light. With no other choice left, Rudhran and his allies seek help from the Celestial Empire — Solarion, the so-called Divine Throne ruled by heavenly gods, holy warriors, dragons, and angelic armies. But beneath their golden light lies a cruel history of control, betrayal, and bloodshed. Now, the enemies of the past must stand together against a far greater darkness. Between shadow and divinity, destiny and destruction, Rudhran must decide whether he will become the savior of the world… or the beginning of its end.

In the Post Futuristic Era, the world was an uneven mosaic of progress. Towering cities of chrome and glass were inhabited by humans and sentient machines working side by side, while only a few hundred kilometers away, villages still lived in wooden houses and tilled soil with iron tools like people centuries before.

Fuck the communists, fuck the Nazis, fuck the fascists, fuck the liberals, fuck the socialists, fuck the politicians, and fuck the nobles. I tried to be helpful. I tried to change things. But there was always a “but,” always a “no,” always some problem. ENOUGH… I’m not going to sit back and let some fucking idiot decide what I’m supposed to do with my life. No more of these idiots treating me like a piece on a board. I’ll run my own life. I’ll stabilize this system that’s falling apart, PERMANENTLY.

David Webb, a veteran museum curator, dies only to wake up in 1932 Manhattan in the body of James Caldwell, a wealthy socialite with a dangerous cocaine habit and a wasted fortune. He quickly discovers he is bound to the Antiquity Defense Guild (A.D.G.) System, a cosmic directive tasked with a singular goal: prevent the weaponization of ancient supernatural power. While Indiana Jones hunts for fortune and glory, James is building a global shadow organization. Using his future knowledge of archaeology and the System's management tools, he recruits agents, secures artifacts before the Nazis can find them, and prepares for the awakening of ancient darkness in the East. He isn't just a treasure hunter; he is the architect of a secret kingdom standing between humanity and the things man was never meant to wield. The System: Antiquity Defense Guild (A.D.G.) Artifact Classification & Attunement: The system identifies the "Threat Level" of ancient relics. James can "Attune" to specific artifacts to unlock their powers or safely "Contain" them within the Guild's specialized vaults to prevent them from corrupting the world. Organization Management (The Guild): A kingdom-building interface that allows James to manage finances, build secret bases (like the New York HQ or the Singapore branch), and recruit specialized personnel. He can track agent loyalty and skill progression through the Agent & Personnel System. Temporal Proximity Alerts: The System provides countdowns to "Significant Events" (such as the 1935 Temple of Doom timeline), allowing James to position his resources and agents years in advance to mitigate catastrophe. Research & Development (R&D): By analyzing artifacts and historical data, the Guild can develop "Wards" and protective technologies that allow normal humans to face supernatural threats without being instantly overwhelmed.

For extra chapters and author-exclusive content, check my profile. He was just another man from the countryside—until life brought him face-to-face with the women who would change everything. From the kind-hearted housewife next door to the newlywed running the village store, from his unforgettable campus goddess to the ambitious young village official, even the mayor’s wife—each encounter sparked a different fire. Every relationship comes with a choice, every touch with its own consequences. As he climbs his way out of the ordinary, his life becomes a dangerous mix of temptation, passion, and forbidden intimacy. A story of love, lust, and the cost of chasing both. For mature audiences only (18+). If you enjoy the chapter, please remember to vote with Power Stones!

Maybe the underdog, was the friends we made along the way...

“What if you could master every path of evolution at once?” Grey Lockhart turned that question into reality. With a mind that defied all limits, he rose step by step beyond what anyone thought possible, his body rivaled the mightiest martial artists, his mind outshone the strongest espers, and his energy could shatter the very laws of creation. Stronger enemies? He only grew stronger facing them. The world on the brink of collapse? Not while he still stood. Heroes, chosen ones, and so-called protagonists of the age—none could match him. He surpassed them all and left their legends buried beneath his feet. In the end, his limitless, world-breaking comprehension alone was enough to rewrite existence itself and claim the divine throne. Warning: This story contains world-ending beings, Evolvers capable of erasing reality with a single thought, unique transformations and a protagonist who grows endlessly, defying the very laws that govern existence. #EvolutionaryGrowth #InfinitePotential #Ascension #SuperhumanAbilities #Cultivation Read my review in the review section for more information. Join the discord for illustrations and discussion: https://discord.gg/yjNVUrSRhf

Greene Kleb, a modern man, awakens in Westeros as the young Baron of Whispering Castle. No system. No cheats. No harem. Only a crumbling keep, a forgotten family, and a swamp crest that few remember. The great game has already begun. Kings rise and fall, lords plot in shadows, and the Iron Throne stands as the prize above all. Greene knows only one truth: in this world of ice and fire, mercy is weakness, and loyalty must be forged, not begged. Armed with wit sharper than any sword and a will as cold as winter, he begins his Machiavellian climb. Step by step, the Baron of Whispering Castle will carve his name into the songs of Westeros. And when the last embers settle, only one question remains— Who will sit the Iron Throne of Ice and Fire? -------------------------------- 40 advanced chapters are now available on Patreon!

He transmigrated into Aemond Targaryen on the night he was meant to lose an eye. He knew the history. He knew the fight. He knew exactly how fate was supposed to carve him into a monster. So he tried to change it. But when the dagger fell, the one who paid the price was not him. From that moment on, history broke. Branded as a kinslayer, feared as a monster, and forced onto the path of the Green faction, Aemond steps into a future no one remembers—one shaped by blood, dragons, and political betrayal. Regent of the Realm. Rider of Vhagar. The man who should not exist. This time, the Dance of the Dragons will not follow the script. ... This is a translation of a Chinese Novel, with minor changes in some parts of the original story.

When a devoted fan of A Song of Ice and Fire opened his eyes, he found himself standing in Westeros. Not as a king. Not as a lord. He became Suleiman, a nameless minor knight under the impoverished Daddings family, living by the muddy lower reaches of the Green Fork in the Riverlands. No gold. No soldiers. No influence. The family ruled over barely fifty peasants and held a status so low they were nothing more than silent figures in the corners of noble banquets. Before him stood the crushing weight of eight thousand years of aristocratic hierarchy. Yet in a land torn by war and shifting tides, this outsider from another world began his climb. From the mockery of “Sir Stinky Castle” on the edge of a swamp… to the throne of the Trident itself. In Westeros, even the smallest pawn can become a king. --------------------------- Join my Patreon now to get instant access to the next chapters!

Initially, I adopted a small white-haired bundle of joy. Later, I thought my main concern would be untangling her wing knots, but to my utter surprise... "Kiana Kaslana, I know you've grown up, harnessed Herrscher powers, and even built your own harem. But what did I do for you to treat me with such disrespect? You won't even call me 'Dad'... Fine, forget about that, but what's this marriage application mixed among official documents? It seems three days without discipline makes you forget your place!"

Magic broke the world once. A dead empire reached too far, tore something in the sky that never healed, and sent civilization back to the dark ages. Eons later, the scar is still there. So are the monsters that came with it. A modern military officer opens his eyes in a ditch, in a dead man's body, in a region the kingdom uses as a dumping ground for its problems. The Badlands. Charming. He inherits a gutted city, a corrupt garrison, flooded mines, and a woman who can bend gravity with her bare hands. He also has something this world has never seen. The industrial revolution never happened here. It will now. ---------------------- 150 Power Stones = 1 Bonus chapter! 100 Golden Tickets = 3 Bonus Chapters!