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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.

What happened, when the super guy lost his powers. And to recover back his powers he needs to play the simulation game. But he is also kick out of his Universe, because his powers were not able to adjust it. So then, he will start his Multiverse Journey and his simulation journey. Both going to be amazing, just read and you will found it.

Power decides fate— but what happens when fate makes the worst possible choice? Reincarnated war-nerd Zhan Ge, whose only real-life experience with conflict was driving military supply trucks in Ukraine “for research purposes,” suddenly opens his eyes in 1903… inside the body of Prince Oskar, the awkward, ignored fifth son of Kaiser Wilhelm II. In the German Empire, he’s supposed to be noble. Disciplined. Patriotic. Elegant. Instead, he’s: – socially anxious, – addicted to military history, – speaking German like an Austrian action hero, and – climbing palace trees to hide from responsibility. Branded “the strange prince,” never taken seriously, Oskar becomes the forgotten Hohenzollern— the prince nobody needed. But Zhan Ge knows something no one else in 1903 could even imagine: Germany is racing toward a catastrophe. The world’s first global war. A disaster that will shatter empires, redraw continents, and erase millions. If he does nothing, the German Empire collapses. He loses his title, his home, his future, and—worst of all— his chance at a peaceful life with a wife, money, food, and absolutely zero trenches. To survive, Oskar must change history itself: strengthen Germany without unleashing darker futures stop the world from repeating its greatest tragedies outsmart rival princes, generals, ministers and avoid accidentally starting WWI early with an Arnold Schwarzenegger one-liner. Armed with a century of historical knowledge, modern logic, and a dwarf attendant who constantly questions his sanity, the most unwanted prince of Prussia stands at the dawn of a new century… Determined to reshape the fate of Europe— or die trying (again).

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.

Standing last among those sailors, Byron was shoved roughly onto that narrow gangplank by the pirates. Just a short distance beneath his feet churned blood-steeped waves and dozens of gaping mouths filled with sharp teeth! ”Thud.“ He could only watch helplessly as the sharks opened their mouths, stirring up turbulent currents in the ocean as they bit viciously towards him! However, the [Sailing Logbook] formed before his eyes and wrote furiously on its own: "The ancient blood of the Bayfolk within you begins to boil. Spiritual sublimation commences!"

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?

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!"

No system, pure time travel, relying on intelligence and knowledge to control the situation, do not enter if you do not like it. ----------------------- The protagonist travels to the Republic of France and becomes a quasi-rich third generation in a family of agricultural tractors. Unfortunately, it is near Paris. The Germans will soon come here, and to preserve the family, France must be saved. Gallieni: "God, the enemy actually presented their flank to us!" Xia Fei: "This can't be true, could it be a trap?" Protagonist: "The food is ready, go ahead, do I need to feed it to your mouth?" German Army: "Is this a tractor factory? What are these steel monsters that are impervious to knives and guns?"

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!

The universe is grand and incomprehensible. Civilizations rise and fall every cycle. Death is only a number; mortals are innumerable. Fate is influenced, destiny is manipulated, and inevitability is revised. Only in ascension can one achieve eternity; however, destruction is always in wait. War and death are omnipresent, and the center of all conspiracies rises, too doubtful to place his trust in anyone or thing, besides himself. This is the tale of a creature's return to its origin.

History and scripture alike tell of Ser Kal-El — the Bloodstorm Lord, Dragonfather, the Crimson-Bathed, the Holy Warlord, founder of the El Dynasty, and the god among men who brought forth eternal summer and lit the long night with his flame. But before all that, he was just a sellsword captain—leader of the Blackstone Mercenaries—who took a single step into a world that wasn’t meant to be his. At the Crossroads Inn, he cut down two Kingsguard knights and was knighted in glory. In Winterfell, he exposed the twin Lannister scandal, saved the direwolf prince from his fall, and sparked a war between Robert and the Westerlands. On battlefields soaked in blood, as Tywin refused to kneel, shadowed conspiracies and deadly gambits quietly unfolded—until the tides turned, balancing the scales with ruthless fairness, shaking the very throne of Baratheon. Born not of a mountain girl’s womb, but from another world entirely, Kal El took over a life that once belonged to Mya Stone. And armed with a strange farming-adventure RPG called [The Farmer’s Pursuit], he began his wild journey through the world of ice and fire. From bastard to legend — the god of the mortal realm descends. .... This is a translation of a Chinese Novel, with minor changes in some parts of the original story. I don't own the picture in the novel cover.

Year 2017 from core of the earth a wave of invisible shock was sent to the entire world, known as The Pulse. The Pulse was described publicly as a “deep tectonic resonance event,” a harmless seismic glitch. But the truth: It wasn’t natural. It wasn’t accidental. And it wasn’t the first time. The Pulse is a rare, cyclical phenomenon recorded in hidden texts across multiple fallen civilizations—Sumer, Harappa, Olmec, even fragments in Egyptian priest archives. Every time it appeared, the world changed. Empires rose. Empires vanished. Humanity evolved—quietly. But rulers of old feared the truth: talent could become power, and power could become divinity. So they buried every record. And the cycle repeated. This time, however, the world is too connected to hide what’s coming. Evolution Wearing Human Skin People affected by the Pulse gained “metaphysical-reactive attributes,” or MRA, a subtle reconfiguration of neurons, instincts, and perception. The government calls them metas. But an older name appears in forbidden historical fragments: Paragons. Those who step past human limitation. Abilities don’t manifest instantly. They awaken like instincts you forgot you had: A thought that moves an object A reflex that deflects a blow A sense that predicts danger A whisper of power responding to emotion Abilities are intimate, personal, and deeply psychological—reflecting the person, not biology. The Pulse didn’t give powers. It unlocked dormant architecture in the human mind.

He dies at twenty-five in a bedroom that isn't his, shot four times by a man whose wife he shouldn't have touched. The last thing Vikram Malhotra feels is the cold spreading through his chest, and then—nothing. Until he wakes up as someone else. Castor Bolton. Twelve years old. Heir to the Dreadfort, a fortress in the frozen North where they still tell stories about flaying men alive. His father is the kind of lord who makes people nervous just by existing. His mother is beautiful, lonely, and carries Targaryen blood two generations back—dragon ancestry that shows in silver hair and violet eyes. And Castor? He remembers everything. Two lives crammed into one head, and he's stuck in a world he recognizes from books he read in another lifetime. Westeros. Years before the story even begins, before the game of thrones tears the realm apart. The thing is, he knows what's coming. Every war, every betrayal, every house that's going to fall. And he's a Bolton now, in a medieval world where power doesn't answer to laws or cameras or angry husbands with guns. Just strength. Just will. Just the ability to take what you want and make people believe it was always yours. The North is brutal. The Dreadfort is worse. And Castor Bolton doesn't plan to waste his second chance playing nice. He's tall, sharp-minded, better at reading people than they are at hiding from him. He knows how to make servants loyal, how to find the cracks in marriages, how to build something dark and useful in the spaces between what people say and what they want. No honor. No redemption arc. No Stark-simp Just a dead man given another life, and a medieval world that's about to learn what happens when someone plays the game without a conscience... 'cause.. .in..the end... the VILLAIN always wins!! -------------------------------------------- For more immersive experience visit my scribble hub site: [ https://www.scribblehub.com/series/2062912/a-song-of-flayed-banners/ ] -------------------------------------------- For complete experience [ volume 1 ] (a lot of images (even r18) better fonts) :- [ https://drive.google.com/file/d/1D7m3VzUjgPusx9O6zNz8pYhyORS5dDs7/view?usp=drivesdk ]

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The soul has perished, leaving behind only emptiness. Yet in its final cry of anguish, it stirs the one who dwells beyond the hollow world: the Omniscient Observer. By the will of this Observer, a nameless spirit is granted a new destiny — to be reborn as a Servant, cast into a crimson Singularity where humanity’s future has been stolen. A mythic-scale crime upon human history itself: the Incineration of the Human Order. The vessel bestowed upon it is none other than the Hero King, Gilgamesh — the Golden Monarch who severed ties with the gods and began the age of mankind. Arrogant and merciless, he judges all from his resplendent throne. And yet within this golden vessel dwells a forgotten soul, stripped even of its name. What upheaval shall this curious hero bring to the journey across human history? The White Beast watches in silence, ever observing its progress. The King’s laughter echoes across the Singularity. Behold the most luxurious restoration of Human Order in history, funded by boundless wealth and lasting for six entire months. “What? Chaldea is a black company powered by nothing but energy drinks? Fools! I shall renovate and rebuild it myself!” Through the Hero King's unending generosity, Chaldea undergoes a glorious transformation. Private rooms, pristine living quarters, an infinite power engine. An ever-turning, immortal paradise — Chaldea, reborn. And ever-present are the true treasures: the readers who continue to witness and support this tale. Over ten thousand strong, they remain unwavering, unmatched, and unshakably true. Here stands a Gilgamesh the world has never seen before. A saga woven by a pure soul and a delighted vessel — the Epic of Gilgamesh begins anew. The King’s journey is far from over. May this tale add a new brilliance to your own. I entrust it to you. ------------------------- If you’d like to support my work, check out my: patreon.com/Greyhounds

“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. ---- 3 Chapters Daily Update (~1k words each)

About a thousand years ago, three monsters emerged from three holes scattered across the globe. Later dubbed by historians as the Envoys of the Apocalypse, these beasts ravaged the earth for a hundred years before being defeated by a hero. In the nine centuries since, humanity has been left to survive in the aftermath—an earth reduced mostly to wasteland, with only a handful of civilizations managing to endure amid the ruin. That fragile peace begins to fracture when a prophecy foretells the arrival of a fourth envoy, one destined to finish what the others began. Can a motley group of broken heroes—each more fractured than the cruel world they inhabit—find the strength to stop the second coming of the apocalypse, or will they collapse beneath the weight of their own flaws?

Dream Eaters can materialize some things deep within their own dreams by invading and devouring the dreams of others. The more intense the invasion and devouring of dreams, the richer the feedback they receive. Of the six or seven dreams a person has each day, only the last one is usually completely salvageable. Dreams, connecting desire and fear, are like a Pandora's box from which anything might jump out, existing parallel to reality. Naga, an unemployed man, survives only thanks to his parents' help. His only special ability is that he has a high probability of dreaming about things he wants to dream about while sleeping, making him an exception compared to young men who need to rely on masturbation to satisfy their sexual desires. One day, an increasingly vivid dream changes his life...

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!

"Pain is better than sleep. Sleep is the cousin of death." Erik Soren didn't just die in an avalanche; he was harvested. Dragged from the peaks of the living world, he wakes up in chains on the black waters of Niflheim—a frozen hell where the ocean is filled with teeth and the air is cold enough to snap iron. But This isn't a prison. It's a Trial of Ascension. While others panic, freeze, and beg for mercy, Erik does what he has always done: he calculates. - The Problem: A body temperature dropping toward zero. -The Solution: Tearing the freezing heart out of a siren and eating it raw to steal its warmth. - The Variable: A ruthless System that rewards the strong and culls the weak. To Erik, the other prisoners aren't people; they are assets or liabilities. He will shatter a noble's legs for a pair of warm boots and use a terrified healer as bait to lure out a killer. He is the coldest thing in the ice. [System Initiated. Objective: Survive.]