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Holy Pope, golden scepter. Knight King, silver embroidered bed. The one who sows wheat eats chaff, the one who weaves has no clothes. When Eve and Adam toiled, the nobles and gentlemen sat in high halls? Occupy my wife, seize my house, kill my pair of good parents! Countless heads roll, blood debts must be repaid with blood! Behead the Priests! Behead the Pope! Behead the Knights! Behead the King! Slash away all injustice, balance all the debts of grievances. We common folks are mere pigs and sheep, welcoming the Saintess to start a massacre. When the Saintess arrives, there will be no Priests! When the Saintess arrives, there will be no Kings! When the Saintess arrives, there will be no forced labor! When the Saintess arrives, there will be no taxes!

In the year 1469, the Aztec Empire in Central America was at its zenith. A soul from the future transgressed time to come here, intent on saving the fate of the Indian people from destruction and establishing an empire in Central America! The Age of Exploration had just begun its prologue, with European colonizers venturing into the unknown world. Europeans were on the rise, intent on conquering the rich lands of America and colonizing the vast New World. They were poised to embark on an expansion that would take them from America, to Africa, to India, to the Far East, and control the world for the next five hundred years! But now, an immortal spirit sought to change all of that. He would unite Central America under one rule, inherit the two-thousand-year legacy of American civilization, and resist the invasion of Western colonizers. He would spend centuries leading Aztec civilization onto the path of destiny to conquer America! Without the land and wealth of America, what would become of the Westerners? And in which direction would the world turn?

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.

Above lies the Nine Heavens Galaxy, with its awe-inspiring celestial power, and below lies the vast earth, where ants gaze at the sky. Martial artists can communicate with stars, awaken the power of the stars, and embark on a path against the heavens. Stars can be divided into beast types, artifact types, and miscellaneous types. Among them, beast types are led by dragon stars. "You... you are actually a dragon-type star? How is this possible?" a peerless genius exclaimed in shock. Lin Feng smiled calmly, "I'm sorry, I have eight more like this!"

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.

The long night shrouds the world, and the dawn is late in coming. Evil descends upon the land, causing immense suffering to all creatures. He roams through the long night, wanders on the edge of the blade, and sways between the clouds and hell. Igniting the fire of the star soul. Since the night is long, then I shall be the lord of the night.

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!"

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.

« MATURE CONTENT » His name is Raven Lustre. And the universe fucked him from day one. Imagine this: You get isekai'd to a fantasy world. Finally, right? Your moment. Dragon slayers, demon kings, the whole power fantasy package. Except when everyone else rolled Dragon, Archangel, Titan—bloodlines so pure they could split mountains on day one—you got Incubus. 60% purity. The discount bin special. Not the "seduce and conquer" kind you read about in those masterpiece web novels. The "your pheromones are weaker than cologne" kind. The "you can't charm anyone stronger than you" kind. Which in a world where everyone else is a walking apocalypse? Means you can't charm anyone who matters. So while Gareth—the muscle-brained Titan hero—was bench-pressing boulders, and Astasia—the Holy Archangel with a body that belonged in a cathedral and a face she hid behind a helmet—was literally glowing with divine power, Raven was in the back. The strategist. The brain. The guy they kept around because someone had to think. And they hated him for it. Astasia called him trash. Disgusting. Bastard. Freak. Every curse word a noblewoman could learn, she threw at him like stones. He thought she despised him. Thought she saw him as the weakest link dragging down the hero party. Turns out? 89% favorability. She was a fucking tsundere. And he never knew. Never saw it. Because he was too busy surviving, too busy stealing quick fucks with noblewomen in hallways just to recharge his trash-tier powers, too busy being treated like a prostitute with a brain instead of a hero. Then there was Nyra. The cat-woman. Gareth's slave. The one Raven fucked in secret because that idiot was too busy drawing pictures of Astasia like a lovesick puppy. 96% favorability. The one who actually loved him. The one he promised to free. And he failed. An Incubus got who died at Hand of Succubus during their first Session. The End.

Raghu never imagined a simple test could turn into a fight for survival. Trapped in deadly trials where monsters, illusions, and sentient weapons challenge every skill he has, he must push his limits or perish. In a world where fate isn’t given—it’s earned—every choice could be his last.

If you like game of thrones, avatar the last airbender, star wars and zootopia, then this is the story for you. A world full of humanoid animals called Anisarians divided into 12 different habitat nations. Petty squabbles and past rivalries threated to erupt into all out World War between the nations, forcing all caught in the crossfire to choose a side. In the chaos are five interconnected stories of heroes and villains, mighty rulers, and humble refugees just trying to make it through the turbulent times they now find themselves unable to escape from. Only the strongest shall rule in an age of betrayal, conquest, and atrocities. But in a world turned monstrous. Some will not give in to what instinct demand's them to be in order to survive. Only time and blood will tell who will stand victorious, or rule over nothing but an empire of the fallen. Note: Some chapters may be unfinished. Still a work in progress as I figure out storylines, structure and motivations. Faction Guide: Allied powers: Ocean Monarchy, Forest Federation, Desert Conclaves, Northern Coalition. Axis powers: South Pole Empire, Deep Sea Confederation, Savannah Sovereignty, Swampland Horde. Neutral/Territory: Volcanic Isles, Jungle Nation, Tropical Tribesmen, Nocturnal Nomads. Mercenary factions: Army Ant Raiders. Fire Ant's. Desert ants. Termites. Visual Reference For look and Art style of each faction: https://www.pinterest.com/freedomforclone/_saved/ Character/allegiance/title/species Guide: OCEAN MONARCHY: Shena Veso. Lieutenant. Hybrid Shark. Fereen Vosento. Corporal. Flying Fish. Whelios Whelorum. Retired. Octopus. Dregadon Veso. Deceased. Great White. Nora Veso. Widow. Great White Neso: Private/gunner. Tiger Vesa: Private/medic. Queen angel fish. Kiros: Sgt. Sea turtle. Argus. Admiral. Sailfish. Koa. Prime Minister. Sea otter. SOUTH POLE EMPIRE: Veadora. Empress. Albatross. Ryana. Princess. Albatross. Aravos. Exiled Prince/Warden. Albatross. Garotan. Varangian Guard. Polar Bear. Nea. Servant. White Seal. JUNGLE NATION: Naru. Hunter. Orb Weaver Spider. Esiva. Seamstress. Orb Weaver Spider Nadia. Archer. Orb Weaver Spider. Naya. Weaver. Orb Weaver Spider. SAVANNA SOVEREIGNTY: Ryo Sen Serasi: Janissary. King Cobra. Chai'ra. Janissary Apprentice. Cheetah. Kenno. Commander. Crocodile. Darg. Sgt. Warthog. NORTHERN COALITION: Boreca. Queen. Snow Leopard. FACTION FLAGS/SYMBOLS South Pole Empire: White winged Diamond, light blue background. Ocean Monarchy: Three golden Scallop Shells. Sea blue background. Savanna Sovereignty: Golden scarab in center of golden sun, black background. Volcano Islanders: Five different flame's one atop the other representing four different clans. Red, orange, black, blue and white. Yellow background. Tropical tribesmen: Pink waterlily amidst light green background. Nocturnal Nomads: White crescent moon, white star at center. Black background. North Pole Coalition: White Snowflake amidst grey background. Forest Federation: Five light brown interwoven branches representing five different federation states united as one. Forest Green Background. Swampland Horde: Ring of tan teeth, representing ancestors of death to honor in life. Murky green background. Deep Sea Confederation. Conjoined purple lightning bolt striking downward like jellyfish tendrils. Solid black background to represent darkness of the depths. Jungle Nation: Light Green Hexagonal jade ore stone. Dark green background. Desert Republic: ? Garotan the great army of the fist. Iron grey fist set between black and dark green background. Kashan the outlaw prince army of the claw. Blood red claw marks amid bright green background. Army Ant Raiders: White Ant skull amid blood red tattered flag.

On a scarred battlefield, Aragon lies weak, his armor badly damaged, and his memory forgotten. Lying in the muddied ground unconscious, a man arrived and retrieved him. With his identity forgotten, it will be a hard time going back home.

Having been reborn in another world under different circumstances, the two people see their new lives differently. While Daniel's mind is filled with suspicion and paranoia about the circumstances surrounding his rebirth after simply going to sleep and waking up as a baby, Maya sees her new life as an opportunity, a second chance for her life that should've ended in a hospital room. She vows to fulfil the dream that has always been in her heart. Their new lives take a turn when a political arrangement, one neither of them had any hand in, binds them to each other. Reborn into the world of Regnum Aetern, where humans rose to dominance under divine blessing and every other race has been fighting for survival beneath them ever since, how will these two people change? Or perhaps, would the world itself change due to their presence?

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.

Following the death of the emperor, the Astanian Empire plunged into chaos. His two sons both aiming for the throne caused a civil war that divided the empire. In the midst of this conflict, Alaric was forced into conscription. He later joined the crown prince’s army as a company commander. He led his 100-man army into battle, fiercely fighting with the hope of a better future. Unfortunately, he was just too weak to cause a ripple on the battlefield. A single arrow to the head shattered his hopes and he died without even a proper burial. Just when he thought that everything was over, he found himself back to his younger self with his memories intact. Armed with his knowledge of the future and a system that awakened his dormant powers, Alaric began his journey to overcome his fated demise. ~~~ Additional Tags: #Territory Management #Strong to Overpowered #Regression #War

In the nation of Avrael, power is both a blessing and a curse. Sixteen-year-old Ayato Daath, a poor orphan, had always hoped to live unnoticed in the shadows of the city. But when he is forced to undergo The Rite of Manifestation, the ritual that determines one’s magical potential, his worst fear comes true he is an Elite. Now torn from the only life he’s ever known, Ayato is thrust into a brutal world of magic, bloodshed, and treacherous politics. In a society where the strong prey on the weak, where rival factions scheme in the dark, and where a single misstep could mean death, Ayato must quickly learn one thing; adapt, or perish. And one thing Ayato already knows is that in Avrael, only the ruthless survive.

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!]

Before the Dragon Crown, before the empire, before gods learned fear, there was only a child the world was not prepared to name. Born from the oldest earth and marked by the blood of monsters, a boy grows beneath the shadow of Olympus, hunted by prophecy, shaped by exile, and watched by powers far older than the gods who rule the sky. To mortals, he is an omen. To monsters, he is a possible king. To Olympus, he is a threat that should never have been allowed to breathe. But the gods are arrogant. They believe monsters can be chained. They believe mortals can be used. They believe fate belongs to them. They are wrong. When war erupts across the Aegean and the great kings of Greece sail against Troy, the boy steps onto a battlefield already poisoned by divine pride. Heroes seek glory. Kings seek legacy. Gods move men as pieces on a board. Yet beyond the clash of bronze and blood, something greater begins to awaken: a power that does not pray to Olympus, bargain with Olympus, or accept the world Olympus built. As the war spreads from mortal armies to divine halls, the hunted child becomes a warrior, the warrior becomes a king, and the king becomes a calamity. Beside him rise the forsaken, the monstrous, the cursed, and the forgotten. Gorgons, giants, beasts, witches, soldiers, queens, and broken peoples gather beneath a banner no god commanded into being. The gods answer with wrath. He answers with hunger. One by one, Olympus discovers that immortality is not invincibility. Prophecy bends. Thrones crack. Divine blood spills into mortal soil. And as the war of men becomes the war against heaven itself, the world is forced to witness the birth of a new age. The Age of Gods is ending. Something with wings, fire, and will has come to claim what remains. And when the last god screams, the world will finally learn the name of its new emperor.

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!

Two gods, one hailed for his brilliance known as Light, and the feared and hated for his malevolence, Chaos. When Everyone thinks that the God of Light is the ultimate embodiment of good, they have no idea that they praise the evil and scorn the good. Chaos, imprisoned and humiliated plots his revenge carefully as he vows to escape his prison and reclaim his lost glory. After all, who says what shines brightest is always the force of good?