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The world, nearing its 100,000th year, decided to split its history into ten periods—each having its own breakthrough in the evolution of humanity. In the current era, Haruo struggles to find an earnest living with his younger brother. failing to land a single job to cover their expenses. Fortunately, he was able to become a butler to a noble lady, Ena. During his time as a butler, many events occurred that led them to a confrontation with a mysterious man. Meeting the man, he offered a contract to the trio that benefited them, but inevitably came with a price.

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.

"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.

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. ----------------

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.

Give me some ideas or references for the future plot of the story! If you wanted to read 20 Chapters ahead and more, be sure to check on my P-Tang12!!! >English is not my main language as you all will see >Will try my best to make the story enjoyable and can not promise that everyone will be happy as let's be real not all can be pleased >The early chapters will be a bit slow-paced for the continuity of the story From, Author ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Lie Fan was a Normal High School student who loves The Three Kingdoms History, He already plays all of the three kingdoms games and read the Romance of the three kingdoms. When he was walking home from school he encounters a very strange necklace in the street, when he takes the amulet he was reincarnated to the three kingdom era which was 17 years before the beginning of the yellow turban rebellion “Finally I can change the course of history!” Follow Lie Fan in his struggle to rewrite history with the help of a system

Verc lived a quiet, meaningless life as an office worker, counting days rather than living them. When he casually wished for excitement, the world answered with steel, headlights, and death. He awakens reborn in a pitch-black cave as something no longer human—but a vampire demon. Guided by nothing, Verc learns a simple truth of his new existence: consume, evolve, rule. By drinking the blood of others, he can steal their abilities, physical traits, and powers, growing stronger with every kill. Starting from the depths of darkness, Verc claws his way upward—hunting monsters, crushing goblins, and uncovering a brutal world ruled by strength alone. As his power grows, so does his ambition. Survival turns into domination, and domination into the rise of a new Demon King. In a world where blood is currency and mercy is weakness, Verc will carve his throne one bite at a time. Discord: https://discord.gg/kfwSu5k8GV

LOVE:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mpUzz1BKm_Y&t=191s A bastard appears in another world after being betrayed, with the possibility of falling in love, he will do well today.

This is the story of six main characters and their interactions between each other and how simple event turns the wheel of fate and that is why it is the dance of the seasons, Six seasons make of the year, Bringing joy and happiness and sometimes sadness and sorrow. This is the dance between those six seasons as the year passes but eventually one season has to die for another seasons birth and you can't force one to stay for eternity, For how can a mortal comprehend the word 'Eternal.' This story exist because One men wanted to write

Eli is a young man suffering from stage four cancer. He dies and is reincarnated as a goblin in a hostile world, where survival means outwitting predators, building alliances, and overcoming threats. From a weak, shunned creature, he grows to lead a powerful clan, ascending to become the King of the Forest. But his ambition doesn’t stop there. He sets his sights on challenging humanity’s dominance and even defying the gods themselves, risking annihilation for the chance to reshape the balance of power.

As a soon-to-be chieftain, Ashlani's responsibilities were numerous, complex, and often boring. As a recently reincarnated keelish (a reptilian pest), his responsibilities only extend to 1. survive another day, 2. keep his belly full, and 3. kill anything that keeps him from numbers 1 and 2. Oh, and, if the opportunity arises, take revenge on his friend turned brother turned murderer. Ashlani was sent on his inaugural hunt as the chieftain-to-be of his tribe when he was shot in the back by the man he was closest to, the one he called his closest friend. Post-mortem, he was greeted by a [System], the elect, singular keelish representative. Now, his focus must be on continuous growth and evolution, to awaken to his grand potential, and lead his new people to a new age. This is a reboot of my previous novel, Ashlani's Reincarnation, a grimdark take on a LitRPG reincarnation novel. This is a slower, more methodical approach to story, and I hope that its quality will reflect that. I update five times a week, usually weekdays, but if I miss a weekday, I make it up over the weekend.

In the Name of the End, I Am the Will of Honkai! Starting from Academy City, the expansion of the Honkai begins. I, Selene, will eventually rule (invade) all worlds! PS: This is a story about a person who obtains the Herrscher template and stirs up trouble in various worlds.

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.

« 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.

Some men are reborn as heroes. Riyan was reborn as a warning. Murdered by a killer who mistook him for trash, Riyan's final thought wasn't hope—it was rage. Rage at the unfairness. Rage at being judged by strangers. Rage at dying for nothing. That rage followed him into his next life. Now, in a world where strength is the only truth that matters, Riyan has abandoned every pretense of morality. No allies to trust. No mercy to offer. Just relentless conquest and the ruthless pursuit of power. He'll build an empire on the bones of everyone who stands in his way—because the only way to never be a victim again is to become unstoppable. Villain: Conquest. Where the weak are crushed, and the strong take everything. [Dark Fantasy | Antihero | World Domination | Morally Gray | Eerie | R-18] --- MASS RELEASE INCOMING. PROVE YOU WANT IT. Limited Time Conquest — This Week Only You want more chapters? Then earn them. Every 50 Power Stones = 1 extra chapter Every 10 Golden Tickets = 1 extra chapter The mass release only gets bigger if YOU make it happen. Don't sit there waiting for other readers to carry you—this is your chance to force my hand. --- The Numbers Don't Lie Every Power Stone is a vote that says "keep going." Every Golden Ticket is proof you're serious. Every Gift is a message I can't ignore. I write faster when I know you're hungry for more. The question is: are you? --- Your Name Goes in the Story Send a gift? You get a personal shoutout in the next chapter. Not a generic thanks—your name, immortalized in the author's notes. Everyone who reads this story will see that YOU were one of the ones who pushed it forward. Small gifts, big gifts—doesn't matter. Recognition goes to everyone who steps up. --- Join the Takeover Discord: https://discord.gg/BrEZjA6pf3 Subreddit: https://www.reddit.com/r/t5_gv14ni/s/pr7wKlZJlM Come argue about the story. Demand more brutality. Make your presence known. --- One Last Thing I'm writing this because I believe it's worth your time. Every Power Stone, Golden Ticket, and Gift tells me I'm right—and proves to everyone watching that this isn't just a hobby. You've got the power here. Question is: what are you going to do with it? Now let's see how far you're willing to take this.

No system, no old mentor, no bulldozer, no stamp-collecting hobby, just a small clerk with no wealth, power, or influence. A modern man got transmigrated into a different era, the era of chaos. An era where a one small misstep is enough to lose your life. Fei Qian, a branch family member of Heluo Fei Clan. With his future knowledge, he need to survive the harsh environment, dodging treacherous plots, preparing his own schemes, and maybe... leave his name in the history. You can read more chapters ahead of everyone on p@treon. P@TREON - [email protected]/lessaservantofcosmos (just replace the "@" with "a") Disclaimer : I don't own characters neither this fanfic. The image used in the cover isn't mine. This is Chinese fanfiction. I'm just translating it. I'm just changing the name and some grammar. I'm trying to make it more understandable. All right reserved to the author 马月猴年 (for the fanfic)

[The 3000th Descent of Mystery is about to begin.] [This is your only chance to redeem yourself.] When the whole world was in danger, Wang Teng activated a unique talent. It was the Rank SSS talent - Inequivalent Exchange! He was not purchasing things for free, but the exchange was not equivalent. [Exchange successfully. You used half a bowl of cup noodles. With your Rank SSS talent, you may retrieve an unlimited supply of cup noodles.] [Exchange successfully. You used a bottle of Sad Breeze wine to exchange for the Star Shifting Method.] … From then on, Wang Teng activated a new exchange system.

When natural disasters rage, extreme cold and storms spread infinitely... When global mutations occur, zombies flood like tides, and horrific anomalies appear... When the apocalypse arrives, massive devouring abysses with diameters of hundreds of kilometers begin to appear around the world... When people look up to the atmospheric clouds and see the slowly emerging giant corpses of evil gods... From that day on, people started to notice that the time of sunrise became later and later, until the sun no longer rose, and what awaited was an endless polar night. To survive, on that day, the doomsday broadcast announced to the world for the last time: Everyone, head east, escape the dawn! ... Lin Xian awakens the "Mechanical Heart" ability, allowing him to devour machines to gain various mysterious skills, scan machines for blueprints to create new machinery, and even use his mind to synchronously drive various machines. Thus, he finds a 200-ton heavy gas locomotive, pulling specially modified storage, planting, production, medical, and living carriages, embarking on a 320,000-kilometer journey along the star orbit, charging eastward!

Starting with an island! A fan of island management games, Jiang Cheng, carries the "Island Tycoon APP" and travels through a parallel island world. Here, there are resource-rich mineral islands, water-abundant habitable islands, treasure islands carrying ancient civilizations, adventure islands inhabited by prehistoric creatures, and exile islands harboring international fugitives... Jiang Cheng feels that the opportunity has come! He builds shipyards and constructs warships, creating an unbeatable cosmic fleet! He recruits talent, develops technology, and builds the world's first floating island city! He leads his fleet, explores unknown seas, excavates relics and treasures, and accumulates endless wealth from around the world! With the dream of building the number one Island Country in the universe, Jiang Cheng sails the galaxy battleship to conquer the seas, beginning his formidable and impressive life!

Wei Yuan originally had no grand aspirations, but in the torrents of the times, he had no choice but to embark on the path of conquering the four corners and expanding territories, treading through mountain passes without ever growing old. Irreverent Introduction One: Even Immortals fear industrialization! This is a story about an industrial revolution in a fantasy world.