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"HE IS NOT THE HERO WHO ROSE FROM ASHES. HE IS THE ASH ITSELF — AND EVERYTHING THAT BURNS HIS THRONE. THE FLAME THAT ENDS ALL THINGS BURNS ETERNAL." He didn't come to rule the world. He came to burn the man who erased his family—and the world that protected him. The Emperor is dead. The empire is his. And the young man with white hair and golden-green eyes has done something no conqueror before him ever bothered to do. He's making it work. Grain routes. Tax reform. Infrastructure. Governor appointments. The Supreme Evil Lord of the Latium Empire sits behind a desk every morning and runs fourteen provinces with the same absolute precision he uses to dissolve armies — because if you're going to take something, you take it correctly or you don't take it at all. But there are people who have other ideas. --- STRAZE — Commander. Rank 7. Thirty years of war compressed into a man who has never once fought a battle he couldn't win, until now. He doesn't believe in miracles. He believes in math. And he has spent every waking hour since the Emperor died building the most sophisticated military architecture in the history of DEVAS — a world where gods, emperors, and armies all obeyed different laws not to kill the Supreme Evil Lord. Just to make him bleed. Once. Prove the gap exists. Then widen it. --- ERVALEN — Twenty-three years old. Rank 4, climbing fast, the kind of soldier who goes to see the enemy alone and comes back with better information than any intelligence report ever produced. He threw a Lance at a man who killed an Emperor in eleven seconds. It drove four meters through fire that dissolves everything. He's been thinking about those four meters ever since. --- SOLOMON — The Sage King of Achaemenia. The man who has read every law the world runs on and knows, specifically, how to rewrite several of them. He watched his suppression field collapse in ninety seconds and diagnosed the failure before he stopped staggering. He has a plan. It requires getting close enough to write one equation into a soul that has never been touched. --- FENRIS — Eight hundred years old. Rank 8. He has watched every major event in DEVAS for centuries and every event that ended civilizations found exactly none of them worth participating in. He's watching now. --- The fire that protects the Supreme Evil Lord has never been interrupted. Has never been touched. Has never once, in twenty-three years, been given a reason to worry. It's been interrupted now. For one quarter of a second. And the people who made that happen have been spending every day since figuring out how to make it last longer. --- This is not a story about a hero defeating a villain. It's a story about what happens when the villain is right — and the heroes know it — and they fight anyway. Because someone has to. Because if no one does, nothing between extraordinary power and everything it touches ever matters again. And because a twenty-three-year-old soldier drove a Lance four meters through fire that shouldn't have a four-meter gap, and that means something. That means the gap is real. That means it can be widened. That means — eventually — it can be crossed.

[WARNING!!!] [Heavy 18+ Content!!!!] Skarn had been just an ordinary man once—scrolling through late-night screens, chasing the quiet rhythm of a normal life. Then fate, cruel and capricious, snuffed him out and shoved his soul into the frail, green-skinned shell of a goblin. The body was small, crooked, despised. Worse still, it came cursed: an insatiable, animal lust carved straight into the marrow, a constant low burn that no human mind could ever fully tame. Every scent, every curve, every careless brush of skin set it raging, insistent, humiliating. But the mockery didn't end there. In the dead of night, as the last echoes of forbidden sounds faded from the master's hut, a crystalline ding sliced through the haze. [Congratulations on awakening the Invisible Breeding God System.] The name alone was absurd, almost laughable—yet the knowledge that flooded his skull was cold, merciless, glittering. Invisibility: perfect, traceless, erasing sound and scent and soul-presence alike. Ten minutes under normal conditions. Thirty-minute cooldown. And then the catch—the barbed promise at the heart of it all. Power. Real power. Stats that would rise, limits that would shatter. But only through breeding. Only while unseen. Each concealed union fed the system; the system fed him back. Unlimited duration, no cooldown, as long as he was buried deep inside willing—or unwilling—flesh. Now trapped in this ugly, hated form, no woman would ever look at him with desire. No kindness would bend his way. Survival already meant hauling water, scrubbing floors, enduring the forge's heat under a blacksmith master's heavy hand. And yet right there, in the same quiet household, lived Madam Sarah: soft curves, warm smiles, maternal affection that ruffled his coarse hair without a trace of revulsion. A beautiful MILF who called him "my Skarn," who shielded him with steel-edged protectiveness, who moved through the yard with effortless grace and left him aching, twitching, hating himself for every filthy thought that followed. The system dangled freedom like a blade held just out of reach. Reject it, and he could cling to the frayed threads of his human decency—stay small, stay safe, stay sane. Give in, and the first shadowed act might claim the one woman who had ever shown him gentleness. The night held its breath. The choice coiled tight behind his ribs. What would break first: the collar around his neck, or the last scraps of restraint in his mind? [Tags: R18, Mature, Smut, Heavy Smut, Netori, Breeding, Impregnation, MILF, Harem, System, Invisibility, Stealth Sex, Goblin MC, Isekai, Transmigration, Weak to Strong, Taboo, Large Breasts, Creampie, Corruption, Slow Burn, Dark Fantasy, No NTR (Only Netori), Yuri (Only in MCs presence), Explicit Sexual Content, Fetish Elements]

After being knocked out and abruptly awakened by a punch, Morin finds himself a prisoner of war. He initially believed he was in a world on the eve of a conflict similar to World War I, but quickly discovers the actual situation is far more bizarre. For starters, why is he, an Imperial soldier, allied with volunteers from the International Brigades?! Assault Troopers who look like walking Iron Cans carrying swords and shields, Armored Knights powered by a mix of diesel and Magic, and battle mages marching with the army… All of this tells Morin that this world has serious, fundamental issues. But his immediate concern is how to survive this conflict, a war ironically touted as ‘the war to end all wars.’ Key Elements: Magically Modified World War I Real Men Use Bolt-Action Rifles Diesel-Powered Armored Knights Airship Boarding Actions This is a Fans-Translations

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 ]

A pure time-travel story without any system cheats—just intelligence and knowledge driving the narrative. If that’s not your cup of tea, feel free to skip! The protagonist finds himself transported to the French Republic, born into a family that owns a long-standing agricultural tractor business. As the heir of this quasi-wealthy lineage, he’s about to become the third generation of success. The catch? Their estate is near Paris, and the Germans will soon advance to this region. To secure his family’s future, he must save France itself. Gallieni: “Good heavens, the enemy has actually exposed their flank to us!” Joffre: “This can’t be true. Could it be a trap?” Protagonist: “The plan is ready. Are you going to take action, or do I have to spoon-feed it to you?” … German Army: “This is supposed to be a tractor factory? What on earth are these steel monsters that seem impervious to bullets?” Thank you for the support, friends. If you want to read more chapters in advance, go to my Patreon. Read 30 Chapters In Advance: patreon.com/Franklin1

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

“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

Death was supposed to be the end. For Mark Shepherd, it was just the beginning. Run down on Earth, Mark wakes to the screaming alarms of a starship crashing onto a desolate world. Stranded on the fringes of mapped space, his only lifeline is the dying wisdom of an ancient alien ship builder. To survive, Mark must master the art of Starship Engineering, forging everything from intricate fusion reactors to cold warship hulls. But escaping a dead planet is only the first step in his journey. The broader galaxy is unforgiving, run by cutthroat corporations, pirates, and corrupt empires. When Mark forms an unlikely family, his rising technological brilliance paints a target on his back. Greedy factions want his skills enslaved or destroyed. In a universe where freedom is enforced with railguns, a quiet life is a death sentence. To protect his own, Mark must build, expand, and rise from the unknown to challenge the titans of the galaxy. But such a task is easier said than done. He didn't ask for this second life, but he will seize it. To survive is human. But to conquer? Well, that's just destiny. *** What to Expect: - 1 Chapter Tuesdays, Fridays, and Sundays - 2500-4000+ words Chapters - Slow Burn - Slice of Life - An MC that doesn't let things slide - Primary focus in Technology and Exploration, but Action will become more frequent as time passes - A more "grounded" sci-fi experience that will slowly loosen its chains - Army building, duh (Not as of yet) Advanced Chapters on my Patreon https://www.patreon.com/cw/Crimson_Reapr This novel is also available on RoyalRoad, Wattpad, and Scribble Hub (Under the Handle of Ghostly_Immortal)

In ancient times, gods lived among mortals, teaching them various things. Demons and monsters also thrived in the world, opposing the deeds of the divine. In modern times, however, such tales came to be regarded as mere fantasy by those who did not believe in the supernatural or higher beings. This is the story of a modern world, where the blessings of gods and the curses of monsters have once again been bestowed. Note:- This novel does not support or try to offend any kind of religion. We respect all beliefs and mythologies that exist in the world.

Lin Yu transmigrated into the Douluo Continent, and at first, he could only sigh in frustration for not having a golden cheat. But unexpectedly, his cheat finally appeared—dragging everyone in the Douluo Continent into its grasp! On that day, every single person was pulled into a livestream Q&A room with rewards. From then on, they were forced to watch the stream regularly and answer questions. 【Ah Yin】: What? My son is already dead? And now another soul is occupying his body? 【Bibi Dong】: Yu Xiaogang, I never thought you approached me with ulterior motives… You disgusting, hypocritical man! 【Qian Renxue】: Don’t you dare broadcast anything about me! 【Deep Sea Demon Whale King】: Hah! The Sea God is nothing but an ungrateful fool who loves labeling others. 【Meng Shu】: Lin Yu, as long as you give me the Dragon Essence, I’ll marry my granddaughter to you! 【Yu Yuanzhen】: Don’t fight me for it! Give me the Dragon Essence, and I’ll have my second son marry Erlong to you! …… Watching everyone in the livestream room going crazy, bribing and scheming for rewards, Lin Yu sneered with disdain. 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

Bound in chains yet yearning for freedom, Alpheo, a modern historian, finds himself enslaved in a land on the brink of chaos. As the empire of Rolmia plunges into civil war following the death of the emperor , his three ambitious sons vie for the throne. In the midst of this turmoil, Alpheo finds the chance to break his chain and escape, leading his companions into the ashes of war, trying to thrive in it, selling their swords to the highest bidder . But beyond the borders of Rolmia, hungry eyes watch as the empire's grip loosens. The Sultanate of Azania, ever the opportunist, sees a chance to expand its domain and influence , while to the south, neighboring principalities breathe a sigh of relief as the once-dominant giant stumbles and falters. In the sea, the confederation of the Free Isle finds their chance to restore their old maritime power , denied to them by an empire that is now crumbling beneath itself , lacking the strenght to stop them. In this crucible of conflict, where dynasties crumble and empires fall, Alpheo find his call and the chance to forge his own destiny amidst the ashes of empires. ----------------

Set in 1899 during the final days of the Wild West, Red Dead Redemption follows Johnny Van der Linde, a man reborn in the frozen north with memories of another life and a mysterious Entry System that turns choices, loyalty, and gunfights into strict data. Rescued by Sadie Adler and drawn into the Van der Linde gang, Johnny becomes a quiet force behind the scenes, guiding events without breaking bonds or betraying hearts. This story focuses on the true joys and sorrows of a Western cowboy, where survival is earned, dogs do not get spared, fate is challenged with logic, and redemption is carved through blood, grit, and unwavering resolve. -------- • Not My Work I'm just Translating and Making it readable. If Orignal Owner wants It removed Contact me.

Content Notice!!!! This is an alternate-history work featuring reincarnation and supernatural elements. It deals extensively with geopolitics, warfare, religion, ethnicity, imperial power, and morally complex decisions. The narrative portrays real-world inspired historical tensions and uncomfortable subjects without simplification. It is intended for mature readers interested in political strategy, historical speculation, and philosophical conflict. Not recommended for those seeking light entertainment. Although at the beginning there will be comedy, and even slight Romance. And there will be Family Building. --- Reborn as the Iron Prince In his first life, Zhang Ge was no hero. A former child performer turned engineer and logistics analyst, he understood war not as glory—but as systems, supply chains, and men dying because someone miscalculated fuel. Then he died. When he opens his eyes again, he is no longer in the 21st century. He awakens in imperial Germany — inside the body of Prince Oskar of Prussia, fifth son of Kaiser Wilhelm II. The year is 1904. Europe stands balanced on a knife’s edge. The Great War is ten years away. And this time… he remembers everything. Armed with knowledge of future catastrophes — trench warfare, naval blockades, industrial slaughter — Oskar refuses to become another ornamental royal. Instead, he begins reshaping the empire from within: Modernizing industry before rivals awaken. Reforming logistics before generals understand their weakness. Building dreadnoughts that rival Britain’s fleet. Forging elite forces that fight with tomorrow’s doctrine. Investing in technology decades ahead of its time. But power attracts enemies. Within the palace, jealous princes whisper. Within the army, old men resist reform. Across Europe, empires grow uneasy at Germany’s sudden acceleration. And in the shadows, forces that do not fly flags begin to move. Oskar does not dream of conquest. He dreams of survival. Yet the stronger he makes Germany, the closer the world drifts toward the very war he is trying to prevent. Can one reincarnated strategist alter the course of history — or will he simply forge a stronger empire for an even greater storm? --- Disclaimer This work is a speculative alternate-history fiction in which a modern man is reborn as Prince Oskar of Prussia and attempts to reshape early 20th-century Europe. While inspired by real historical figures and events, all characterizations, timelines, and outcomes are fictional and should not be interpreted as accurate representations of historical reality.

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!]

Born a half-blood between human and devil, the fourth son of the Phoenix family faces the ultimate humiliation—no magical talent, no Phoenix bloodline awakening, branded as the Underworld's most notorious failure.But who cares? He's got something better.The Red Dragon Emperor's gauntlet. The White Dragon Emperor's wings. The Holy Grail of the Netherworld.Angels, devils, dragon gods—doesn't matter what you are. If I want it, I'll take it.Plunder. Plunder. PLUNDER.

A sus 17 años, Ryuven Yozora siempre intentó ser una buena persona. Ayudar a otros, obedecer las reglas, hacer lo correcto… aunque nadie pareciera notarlo. Mientras tanto, los crueles prosperaban, los egoístas obtenían reconocimiento y quienes pisoteaban a los demás parecían vivir sin consecuencias. Una pregunta comenzó a perseguirlo como una sombra: ¿Por qué los malos siempre consiguen lo que quieren… y los buenos solo reciben sufrimiento? La respuesta llegó el día que lo perdió todo. En el momento más oscuro de su vida, una voz apareció ante él, ofreciéndole una oportunidad imposible: un Sistema capaz de otorgarle poder, habilidades y la posibilidad de cambiar su destino… con una única condición. Debía dejar de intentar ser el héroe.

After a fatal accident, modern project manager Corwyn Darke awakens in the poisoned body of a minor lord in a world of knights and dragons. Guided by the Dominion Core System, he must use modern logic to rebuild his dying domain from the ground up. The Powers: The protagonist wields the Dominion Core, a game-like interface that provides a "Tactical Command Matrix" and a "Territory Map" to identify resource deposits like iron. His greatest ability is Systematic Optimization, allowing him to implement advanced agricultural and military doctrines that grant his kingdom a 3x force multiplier over rivals Im uploading this into royalroad.com .

Quintus was far more fortunate than most dwellers of other vaults, though not by much, for he had been born in a vault designed to test the law of the jungle and the rule of the strongest, where different groups constantly lived side by side and were forced to fight for food, water, or even the very oxygen they breathed. Born at the height of the vault’s internal war, he was orphaned at a young age and quickly grew into his role, continuing to fight in the vault’s endless conflict. Until he was found by Caesar’s Legion and swiftly turned into a legionary slave, once the Legion stormed the vault with its troops, taking him as just another tool. He served on its fronts against the NCR, belonging to one of the most distinguished centuria, the Red Okie Centuria. No matter how hard he fought, with the death of Caesar and the failure at Hoover Dam, the Legion fractured into many factions that proclaimed their own Caesars, each struggling to seize control and rule the empire that had once been governed with an iron fist But while investigating a mysterious vault in the rebellious city of Phoenix, he found a way to receive a vision of the Legion’s former master, who revealed to them the path toward a land ready to be conquered. A ripe fruit, waiting to be claimed by the strongest. -------------------------------------------------------- Disclaimer: I do not own AGOT/ASOIAF series Disclaimer II:Some stories will feature topics such as torture, rape, sexism and xenophobia. These topics do not represent me, I only seek to give my view of what is necessary to survive in this type medieval time

Alexander was an ordinary game developer—overworked, overlooked, and forgotten. His latest project was meant to be nothing more than code: a hive-minded alien race driven by endless hunger, evolution, and ruthless survival. Then he woke up in an unfamiliar world, as a member of the very race he had created. Reborn as a Nuxali, a hive species ruled by queens and bound by genetic assimilation, Alexander finds himself trapped within the system he designed. Weak, small, and powerless within his mother’s swarm, he must survive under the iron will of a cruel Queen and adapt to a body that feeds, evolves, and dominates through consumption. This world does not reward mercy. Cannibalism is the path to survival. Evolution is law. And obedience is enforced through pain. Yet Alexander possesses something no other Nuxali has: a human mind capable of understanding the rules of evolution, the limits of biology, and the hidden potential of the system governing their existence. As alien suns rise over savage savannas and the swarm grows stronger through blood and biomass, Alexander begins his silent ascent. He will endure. He will learn. He will evolve. And when the day comes that he no longer needs to bow— The hive will change forever. What You Can Expect A hive species that does not evolve from insects (they are a panther-like species) Multiple intelligent life forms on the planet A system that does not grant power, but allows you to observe and measure progression Carefully designed, not easy evolution Civilization building Posting Schedule 5-6 new chapters each week on patreon. Public release: 2-3 per week. There is a 50% discount on Patreon until the end of the month. P. Name: Dominion Overlord

Reborn as Prince Heixinggen of the Hohenzollern family's Swabian branch, he saw the coming storm of European turmoil and decided that Europe was no longer worth staying in. In East Africa, he seized land, organized immigration and development, laid the foundation through agriculture, and step by step, leveraged crises to achieve industrialization. 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