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a world ruled by faith, power is not measured by kingdoms… but by belief. Three great religions divide the continent. One teaches that strength lies in the harmony between steel and magic, raising warriors who master both blade and spell. Another rejects weapons entirely, believing that magic alone is the purest gift granted to humanity. The last is feared by all. They follow the Cursed Children rare individuals born with strange souls and unnatural powers. To some, they are chosen. To others, they are the greatest threat the world has ever known. Among them is a boy whose fate has yet to be decided. Born as one of the cursed, yet raised by followers of magic, he grows up in a world that already fears what he might become. At thirteen years old, the path before him begins to fracture. Will he follow the faith of his parents? Reject the gods entirely? Or walk the dangerous path of the cursed? As tensions between the three beliefs begin to rise, whispers of war spread across the lands. Faith turns into suspicion, and suspicion into bloodshed. In a world where belief can decide life or death, one question remains… What happens when the one everyone fears refuses to choose a side?

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?

Genghis Khan conquered the world with fire and blood. His name shattered kingdoms, erased borders, and terrified continents. His empire stretched farther than any before it. Yet after his death, that vast dominion didn't stand as one. Brothers turned against brothers. Sons against uncles. The greatest empire in history fractured, piece by piece, until only its legend remained. A modern soldier opens his eyes on the frozen steppe, surrounded by blood, steel, and screaming horses. He has been reborn as Batu Khan, grandson of Genghis, heir to the western armies of the Mongol Empire. And he knows what awaits him. He knows the Mongols will reach Europe, then retreat. He knows the empire will tear itself apart over succession. He knows history will squander this unmatched momentum. He refuses that future. With modern knowledge of warfare, logistics, and statecraft, Batu begins reshaping the western frontier. From tribal bloodshed to imperial ambition, from the steppes to the heart of Europe, he will carve a new destiny. Not as a loyal prince of a dying empire, but as the Great Khan of the West. ---------------------- 150 Power Stones = 1 Bonus chapter! 100 Golden Tickets = 3 Bonus Chapters!

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!

After transmigrating into a cultivation world, Lin Xiao Tian believed fate had finally favored him when a dying elder entrusted him with a “supreme sect.” But upon arrival, reality struck cold there were no disciples, no elders, no treasures, only ruins and silence choking a forgotten mountain. Just as despair crept in, a mysterious system awakened, binding him to the sect while granting absolute dominion within it. To grow stronger, he must expand, recruit, and conquer. From a single disciple to an army of immortals, his influence spreads across realms. The world soon realizes— the abandoned sect has risen… as the axis of heaven and earth.

All he wanted was to drive home and speedrun the game before the DLC dropped. Then came the crash, a warm light, and nothing—until he woke up as Wolfgang, a poor knight from a minor noble family in the Holy Roman Empire. He thought he knew this world. However, once a butterfly flaps its wings, no one can predict where the storm will go; this world doesn't follow the game's script. Nobles plot in the dark, and being the smartest person in the room means nothing when steel decides the argument. To survive the filth and chaos of medieval life, he has no choice but to lean on a mysterious system that hands him quests, money, and access to a shop packed with skills, manuals, and items he could never have gotten otherwise. He refuses to just stand by and watch history be written without him. With modern knowledge, he will use every resource, building a loyal army, amassing wealth, and carving out the strongest empire ever with his own hands.

In a cruel twist of fate, Arthur is torn from his world and transmigrated into the realm of Lumira, a second chance at life, but one forged in blood, magic, and claws. Cast as the overlooked, overweight Third Prince of the powerful Verona Kingdom on the continent of Aldoria, teeming with magic, monsters, and treacherous enemies lurking, he possesses no divine blessings, no prophesied destiny or powerful magic… only the Devourer Core and his wits. Witness the ascent of Arthur, the forgotten and mocked third prince who carves his path to the throne. Alliances shatter beneath him. Enemies fall before his ambition. From the ashes of scorn and hate, an unstoppable legend rises as a foe appears that the Devourer Prince can hope to face. In a world where mercy is weakness and power is everything, only the cunning survive… and only the ruthless reign.

"The heavens opened, and a thousand prayers ascended to find their thrones. But for one, the sky remained leaden, and the only answer was the lengthening of their own shadow." … They speak of a world spun from chaos— a realm beating with the pulse of the dead and the living alike, each ordained by the gift that shaped their existence. Power was not won. It was bestowed. Every soul awoke to a calling. Every calling carved a purpose— etched into destiny before the first breath was taken. Except one. Born beneath a sky that refused to recognize its existence. A reject among the chosen. Mocked by the world for his emptiness, until he embraced the void— and the shadows that welcomed him. But silence listens deeper than sound. And in that stillness… something finally spoke back. A voice forged of cold logic. It offered not salvation— but function. He reached for the light, not out of devotion, but to silence the hunger that knew no shame.   And the world shivered, unaware that this choice, was the first thread pulled from the tapestry of fate. And thus began the fracture. Through a system that whispered in a language no living mind could bear, he etched himself across the spines of countless timelines— and feasted upon every doubt ever cast upon him. The world shuddered. Its laws unraveled like threads from an ancient loom. And when the sky finally screamed, it was no echo of the cosmos, nor lament of the gods— but the bellow of him. The one who rose from the hollow of silence. The one who taught creation itself the terror of being consumed. The tapestry has torn. The loom is silent. And in the heart of the original dark, a pair of eyes—unblinking and starved—has finally opened. The feast has begun. ---------- Updates every Friday

He died badly. First, a truck. No warning. No dramatic slow-motion. Just impact, asphalt, and the warm spread of his own blood beneath him. Then her. Celeste. The Cultured Killer. A woman with a blade, a manifesto, and a list of names she's been crossing off one by one across the city. She hunts men she's already judged, already condemned, already buried in her head long before the knife comes out. Riyan tries to speak. To explain. To tell her she has the wrong man. She crouches down, looks him in the eyes— And finishes what the truck started. No trial. No mercy. No last words that mattered. He dies misidentified, bleeding out in a crosswalk, killed by a woman who decided who he was before she ever learned his name. The most pathetic death in recorded history. But something stirs in the dark between worlds. Something old. Something that does not mourn the innocent — only watches, and waits, and *collects.* And it found Riyan interesting. He opens his eyes in a world that should not exist. A world drenched in ancient rot and divine ruin, where gods bleed into the soil and power is not given — it is *taken*, carved from the bones of those too weak to keep it. Where cursed bloodlines fracture kingdoms and something vast and nameless hums beneath every shadow, whispering to those willing to *listen.* Riyan listened. He didn't come back grateful. He didn't come back soft. He didn't come back seeking justice or redemption or a reason to be good. He came back with one quiet, cold thought: *I want to see what happens when I take all of it.* Not for survival. Not even for revenge — though that will come, in ways that don't forgive. But because this world is vast and dark and completely, terrifyingly *breakable* — and Riyan wants to be the one holding the pieces when it shatters. To push it. Bend it. Break it apart and rebuild it in his image, just to see how far it goes. No destiny. No sacred power. No chosen path. Only hunger. Only will. Only the unsettling calm of a man who has decided that domination is more interesting than anything else this world has to offer. This is not a hero's story. This is the story of a *'Pawn'* who intends to own the board. **[Dark Fantasy | Antihero | World Domination | Morally Gray | Eerie | R-18]** --- # MASS RELEASE UPCOMING!!! *Something is coming. Brace yourselves.* --- ** Limited Time Quest — This Week Only** To celebrate the upcoming mass release, I'm running a special activity quest! * Every **50 Power Stones** = **1 extra chapter** * Every **10 Golden Tickets** = **1 extra chapter** Shoutouts in the latest chapters to everyone who sends gifts — a personal thank you for keeping this story alive. --- ** Support the Story** Every **Power Stone**, **Golden Ticket**, and **Gift** tells me you want more — and I write faster when I know you're out there. --- ** Join the Community** * **Discord:** https://discord.gg/BrEZjA6pf3 * **Subreddit:** https://www.reddit.com/r/t5_gv14ni/s/pr7wKlZJlM --- ** A Note from the Author** If you enjoy this story, your support means everything. Every Power Stone, Golden Ticket, comment, and gift helps me keep going — and helps me prove to my parents that writing can be more than just a hobby. Thank you for reading. Thank you for believing in this story. Now let's see how dark this gets.

NOVEL ABSTRACT ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Title : A Custodian Usurper: Medieval to Multiverse World : Sci-fi Earth 2177 → medieval fantasy → multiverse MC : Kenji Miller, 19, engineer, immune to Ether, morally grey Stakes : No magic, no allies, no way back — only his mind Theme : Survival, industry, betrayal, slow-burn revenge Conflict : Corporations, kings, princes, senates, orcs, time itself Tone : Dark humour, political intrigue, grimdark conquest Inspiration : Dr. Stone · Release the Witch · Count of Monte Cristo Scale : 17 arcs · 200+ chapters · two worlds · one grudge Goal : Rise from nothing. Own everything. Come back for blood. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Kenji is not a hero. He is patient, calculating, and slow to forgive. This story does not sugarcoat — every choice has a cost, every betrayal leaves a scar. Updated regularly. ~600 words per chapter. Third person. Dry humour. If you like watching a man build an empire from scratch with nothing but spite and chemistry — this is for you. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

When gods wage war, mortals pay the price. What's worse: death... or immortality that will never come? Long before humanity reached the stars, two artificial gods waged war. Their battle destroyed galaxies. One promised eternal life. But billions were never resurrected. Their minds still drift in a digital purgatory between life and oblivion. Now the ancient war awakens again. Civilizations tremble. Androids rise. And the truth about immortality could destroy everything. Because when gods wage war... mortals pay the price. But sometimes all it takes is one mistake to change the fate of an entire galaxy.

They called him the Shame of the Clan, but before that, Vale Athrimir was a prodigy, one destined to lead. That ended the moment he manifested the Forbidden Mark Order. Branded, abandoned, and cast into prison, Vale was stripped of everything he has. Three years later, he was thrown into the Borderlands, a wasteland where the forsaken are worked to death and forgotten, to fight monsters and waste away. But Vale did not break. He began with nothing. No name. No allies. No power base. No faction. And yet… he built. From prisoners, exiled lords, and the discarded, Vale forged order out of chaos. What started as a desperate struggle for survival became something far greater, a growing force bound by ambition, discipline, and ruthless vision. Resources were seized. Territories claimed. Enemies crushed or absorbed. In a ruined world where strength dictates rule, Vale wasn’t just surviving, he was laying the foundation of an empire. As the Forbidden Mark Order revealed its true potential and an Ancient Inheritance fell into his hands, his rise became unstoppable. Clans and Kingdoms that once cast him aside would soon face something far more dangerous than a disgraced heir. A ruler. He will build something that cannot be overthrown.

In an age of blood, steel, and freezing spray, a Viking’s worth is measured by the swing of his axe. They are raiders. They are conquerors. They are the terror of the North. Ragnar, the eighteen-year-old bastard son of a starving chieftain, is none of these things. Just a month ago, he was a Senior Naval Architect in Seattle, designing high-efficiency cargo vessels. Now, he stands on a frozen fjord in 865 AD, facing a suicide mission to England that threatens to wipe out his village. Mocked for his refusal to raid and his obsession with "wizard words" like logistics and drag coefficients, Ragnar is dismissed as a coward. But they are all wrong. Where they see a longship, he sees a displacement curve waiting to be optimized. Where they see a storm, he sees wind energy waiting to be harnessed. They say his methods are madness. Soon, they will realize that while they are playing at war, he is engineering an empire. -------- Disclaimer: *Kingdom Building & Tech-Uplift: MC uses modern engineering to revolutionize the Viking Age. *Weak-to-Strong: Starts as a despised bastard, progresses to a wealthy tycoon/warlord. *High Detail: Detailed descriptions of ship-building and primitive industrialization.

After the legendary king Ratrangasan sacrifices his life to destroy the Yokai threat, his hidden heir, Rudra Senan, is forced to rise and claim the throne. Leaving behind love, friendship, and a peaceful life, he steps into a world of war, power, and destiny. As enemies close in and a ruthless warlord challenges his kingdom, Rudra awakens a mysterious power tied to his father’s legacy. But while he fights to protect his people, his closest friend falls into darkness, becoming a danger greater than any enemy. Torn between duty and emotion, Rudra must now face battles that test not only his strength—but his heart. In a world ruled by fate and sacrifice… can he save his kingdom without losing everything?

This is a place where everyone can become a God. Han Wu was a Divine Being whose parents went missing when he was young. He lived with his grandfather until he was eighteen when he first received his core race. Unfortunately he was cursed with misfortune. Not only did his grandfather pass away but he also received one of the weakest core races, the locusts. After suffering much humiliation from the bullies and being ignored by largely everyone, he took his life. Little did he know however the end of his life was also the start of someone else. An unknown soul from the modern civilization reincarnated in his body. Taking on his name and body, “Han Wu” started clawing his way upward to become strong enough to search for his missing parents as per the will of his dead grandfather as well as staking his claim in this large world. Official: A civilization where everyone can become Gods. Myriads of civilizations ranging from tranquil worlds to outright brutal hellscapes. Civilizations where goblins, orcs, angels, demons, undead, and all manner of life forms flourished. Wielding his locusts as his loyal subjects, Han Wu swore to take advantage of every civilization and become strong enough to protect everything he loved.

In a world where power is traded through skills, Riven is just a dungeon scavenger—picking through ruins, selling whatever little he finds to survive. The system isn’t built for people like him to rise, and he knows it. Until the day he breaks a skill. Not by using it, but by taking it apart. What he pulls out is useless on its own, but it opens a door no one else can see. With the right pieces and the right base, he can turn ordinary skills into something far more valuable. Riven steps into the underground market, where deals are quiet, profits are high, and mistakes don’t get forgiven. As his modified skills begin to circulate, he starts building influence, and eventually something much bigger—a network that doesn’t just follow the market, but bends it. In a world run by strength, Riven isn’t trying to be the strongest. He’s building something far more dangerous.

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

James who transmigrated into a chaotic world is only a small figure in the world. Leading a small tribe through the Northern Pass, he knew of what will happen in advance The Empire will fracture, the princes will rebel, and the world will be in chaos! And his tribe will be annihilated and his people will be killed and enslaved! This is not a good era to live. In this chaotic era, the only way to survive is to fight! In blood and fire, he will be baptized into an Overlord that would shake the world! [ The character also has a system that will help him to navigate this new world. Enjoy as he begun building a new kingdom in a chaotic world]

In a world where everyone strives to rewrite fate as they see fit, those who dare to challenge the very fabric of reality awaken. They know no fear, for fear is the fate of the weak. They know no pity, for pity is a sign of weakness. Ancient powers awaken in those willing to pay any price for power over the world. Each sees the truth in their own way, and each is ready to destroy everything that contradicts their vision. A fire burns in their hearts, capable of melting even the strongest bonds of the universe. Wars do not begin on battlefields—they begin in the minds of those who thirst for change. And when many paths converge, when impossible dreams and unwavering will collide, the world will change forever. But at what cost? There are no rules in this game—there are only the laws of force. There is no good and evil—there is only the desire for power. And when the last stone falls, when the last spark of energy fades, only one will remain—the one who will bring their vision of a "Better World" to life. But remember: in a world where everyone strives for perfection, there is no room for compromise. And whoever survives this battle for the future will write new laws of existence with the blood of their enemies. Author's Greetings Greetings to all readers! ForestRam is me, the author of this story, trying my hand at literary creation for the first time. I understand that as a novice writer, I may not always meet high standards, and the first chapters may seem less than ideal. Important message to readers: If you notice any errors, typos, or plot inconsistencies, please point them out. I will carefully review every comment. I would be grateful for any constructive advice and suggestions for improving the text. Your ideas for plot development are invaluable to me. Regarding the work on the text: despite multiple rereads, I understand that there is always room for improvement. That's why your feedback is so important—it will help make the story better. I hope your journey into the world of my story will be an unforgettable experience. Enjoy reading! Sincerely, ForestRam

"Immortality? That can be lonely. And in the end, everyone will die. It doesn’t matter what you do to escape it—sooner or later, all shall taste death. It is already written; it’s only a matter of when and how. But glory… glory is the answer. Glory will outlive flesh and bones. Glory is what we should strive for, not immortality." ~~~~ Robin Burton was a young man who grew up with everything anyone could ever hope for: immense talent in cultivation, a sharp mind, and a wealthy family that would stop at nothing to protect and nurture him. He had everything—except the will to make use of it. "Why should I walk the same path as my ancestors? Why must I seek strength just to defeat one rival or compete with another? That is not what I was born for!" --- “…Heh\~” Robin let out a long sigh. “Pursuing power was never my goal. I left my family and secluded myself to escape those pointless struggles for authority. I wanted to explore the universe, and to explore myself first… yet time and again, I was dragged into devastating wars. I wanted to benefit people with my knowledge and immortalize my name, yet worlds fell and hundreds of billions died because of me. Ironic, hah?”