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Fate/Grand Order: Prologue – Radiant Star of the Human Order

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
Greyhounds · 1.1m Views

The Walking Dead: The Apocalypse Queen

Even if you’ve never watched The Walking Dead, you can still enjoy this story! 【Realistic Apocalypse + The Walking Dead Setting + Independent Protagonist】 【Base Building + Survival + Adventure | 】 After transmigrating into the world of The Walking Dead, she becomes the younger sister of Leah from the Reapers—someone who was supposed to die before even appearing in the story. Calista seems to have drawn the worst possible script… a doomed background character. But that’s fine. The situation is still salvageable. The first thing she does after waking up? Cling to the Reapers and secure their protection. While Rick’s group is still struggling with questions of morality and humanity, Calista is already rebuilding order through sheer force. The Governor dares to provoke her? Bombard him. The Whisperers? Erase them. The Commonwealth and CRM? Move aside. Rick stares at his shabby camp in confusion. “Why is everyone running to her side?” Negan flicks the blood off Lucille as the gates of Rock Fortress slowly open behind him. “Damn… because following her means you actually thrive.” Starting with the Reapers as her foundation, Calista rises from a winery stronghold to become a ruler of the apocalypse. From the United States… all the way to Europe. The original plot? Just a reference. From today onward, my territory will define the order of the new world. 【The protagonist is not a saint. She won’t follow or assist Rick’s group blindly. Their paths will cross, but she will build her own empire.】 (No system. Just the realistic rise of an ordinary person in the apocalypse.)
GhostParser · 1m Views

Tenacity of the Monarch

Numen’s death is only the beginning. Plucked from oblivion by Evelyn, a former human who ascended to impossible power through countless lives, stolen gifts, and accumulated divinity, Numen is hurled into the brutal Warhammer 40,000 universe as her newest source of entertainment. Most souls would shatter under the weight of such a fate. Numen bends instead. His memories are gone, but his instincts, adaptability, stubbornness, and sarcasm remain. He awakens in the underhive of an Imperial Hive World with no weapons, no allies, and no understanding of why a twisted System has marked him with the title “Monarch.” Weak and alone, Numen is forced to survive a labyrinth of gangs, Enforcers, ancient vaults, buried horrors, and powers far beyond anything he understands. His progression is driven by Exploits, dangerous or absurd feats that reward him with strange abilities, unwanted attention, and increasingly unsettling hints that his title is more than a joke. Darkly humorous and often cruelly observant, the System comments on Numen’s choices while reflecting Evelyn’s interference, amusement, and growing investment. What begins as cosmic entertainment slowly becomes something more complicated as Numen adapts to violence, makes allies, claims territory, and learns that survival in the underhive is never clean. Evelyn serves as patron, audience, tormentor, and possible future ally. Her fascination with Numen’s growth may be boredom, affection, manipulation, or something even she does not fully understand. Their relationship forms one of the central pillars of the story, balancing Numen’s sarcastic pragmatism and psychological resilience against his loneliness, moral uncertainty, and quiet horror at being watched by something powerful enough to call his suffering entertainment. As Numen rises from scavenger to leader, the “Monarch” designation begins to unfold. Ancient assets stir. Forgotten enemies take notice. Buried systems recognize him. The underhive becomes more than a prison; it becomes the first board in a game stretching far beyond one world. This story blends grimdark horror, underhive survival, absurd System progression, dark comedy, faction-building, and cosmic mystery. Numen’s journey is one of persistence, adaptation, identity, and power, as he struggles to decide whether he is a pawn in Evelyn’s endless diversion or the beginning of something the galaxy may one day fear. Disclaimer This is a non-commercial fan work created for entertainment purposes. I do not own Warhammer 40,000 or any related settings, factions, organizations, terminology, characters, locations, or concepts. Warhammer 40,000 and its associated intellectual property belong to Games Workshop Limited and their respective rights holders. This story is unofficial and is not endorsed by, sponsored by, approved by, or affiliated with Games Workshop Limited or any other rights holder. No challenge to ownership is intended. All original characters, original plot elements, and original narrative content not derived from existing intellectual property are my own creative work. This story is shared freely and is not intended for commercial use. AI Disclosure This fanfic is AI-assisted. I use AI tools heavily for brainstorming, drafting, rewriting, expanding scenes, polishing prose, and refining dialogue. However, the premise, story direction, character choices, chapter outlines, edits, continuity decisions, and final approval are guided by me. I started this story because I wanted to read the kind of fanfic I kept waiting for other people to update. Over time, AI tools became part of the writing process, helping me turn my ideas, prompts, outlines, and revisions into finished chapters. I still direct where the story goes, what stays, what changes, and what gets posted. In short: this is a non-commercial, AI-assisted fan project made for fun and shared with readers who enjoy the same kind of chaos.
Zesrael · 13.6k Views