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Let Power Be Your Truth. Your Light. And Your Chains. That was the first law granted to the Nyxvalis clan. For thirty-eight generations it held. Through fire and blood, through empire and ruin, through centuries of war waged in the name of a bloodline that had long since ceased to be merely human. It held — and in holding, built a monolith so absolute that the world stopped asking whether it could fall. Then came the 39th Flame. Seven hundred and thirty-one entered the Chambers of Night. Forty-seven crawled back out. Not an army. Not a dynasty. An ember — dim, diminished, and already encircled by enemies who had spent years sharpening their finest wolves in anticipation of its arrival. A heresy in numbers alone. A silent warning to those still bold enough to hear it: If a monolith can tremble — so too can it fall. As the world prepares to record the embers in its annals, so must its instruments play their parts. Those duty-bound to hold the monolith in place. Those eager to test the might of a millennium of power. And the forty-seven — carrying a smiling ember within. A dark gothic world of political deceit and ancient bloodlines. Empires built on inherited violence. Power forged in law and broken in shadow. And beneath it all — the slow, certain rot of institutions that have never once been held accountable. This is the world of The Star Chronicles. A story about survival without innocence. Legacy worn like chains. And the particular kind of power that doesn't free you — it simply decides how you burn. Embers of the Calamity Volume III

Miles Reed possessed a rare Healing-type ability. After transmigrating into an interstellar era, he found himself at the bottom of the hierarchy. His scores were abysmal, his combat ability laughable. In a Military Academy that worshipped strength above all else, he became nothing more than a decorative figure—mocked as a “pretty ornament.” That was his life. Until the day of the Military Academy League’s live broadcast. A cadet lost control. A Bloodline Surge erupted—his sanity shattered, his body warping into a monstrous Beast Form. The situation spiraled beyond containment. And then— Miles stepped forward. With nothing but a glance and a quiet presence, he calmed the raging beast. The entire galaxy exploded into chaos. S-rank Beastman bloodlines were rarer than stars collapsing. They were born as weapons—perfect engines of war. But perfection came with a price. Bloodline Surges. Once triggered, they eroded the mind, devoured reason, and reduced their hosts to uncontrollable beasts. Those who fell could never return to being human. From the moment they awakened, their fate was sealed. They would be used. Driven. Exhausted. Until they broke completely. And if they were lucky… they would die on the battlefield before that day came. That was mercy. That was kindness. That was the only ending they were allowed. Until Miles appeared. From that moment on, the lightless abyss at the bottom of existence… Finally welcomed something it had long forgotten. Salvation. He was gentle. Quiet. Unshakably calm. And somehow— Even the most bloodthirsty monsters would bow their heads before him.

Before you stands the Reborn Laughing Storm, the Legendary Dragonrider, the Supreme Pyromancer, the Superb Water Wizard, the Charismatic Wild Stag, the Breaker of Chains, the Destroyer of the Long Night, the Collector of Dragons, Wolves, and Roses, and the One True Sun across the Narrow Sea. What’s that? Too many titles to keep track of? This is Gendry—the story of a blacksmith’s rise to greatness. This is a fan translation of 权游：雄鹿的风暴 by 稚嫩的刀笔吏. If possible, please support the original author.

In a world where truth is sin and knowledge is everywhere yet scarce how will our MC survive the trials left behind by shadows of a past long gone

This is the story of one Georgian man called Davit Manvelashvili.He was born in the family of peasants in Kvemo Kartli region of Georgia.He was separated from his parents and brothers at the age of 5.This happened because he was kidnapped by thugs who traded with slaves.These thugs took him to the Ottoman capital-Istanbul,where he changed several masters and eventually ended up with the man called-Mustafa.He bestowed 11 year-old Davit to the governor of Iraq-Suleiman pasha the Great,who was Georgian.This governor named him Davut and send him to the islamic school-Madrassie.There he learned islamic law,Quran and oriental languages:Arabic,Ottoman Turkish and Persian.He learned all of these subjects very well and as a result,his master paid him special attention.Suleiman personally taught Davut horseriding,swordsmanship and archery.After finishing his studies Suleiman released Davut from slavery and made him free man.Davut became his official bodyguard.At the age of 27,Davut got married with Suleiman's daughter-Rabia.They had 3 sons and 1 daughter. In 1822,he officially became the governor of Iraq.He made Iraq flourish with irrigation channels and wells.He constructed libraries,mosques,silk factories,public bathhouses,hospitals and bridges.He also founded the very first publishing house in 1828-1829.Besides,he had extremely strong army that consisted of 100 thousand Georgian mamluk soldiers.This army was divided in 3 units among his 3 sons.In 1831,he attempted to make Iraq independent from Ottoman empire,but he failed and was captured by Ottoman forces with his family.The Ottoman sultan-Mahmud II exiled him in Bursa(City in Turkey).

“Power isn’t given. It’s taken… or it’s forced out of you.” In a world ruled by gods, power, and hidden truths, only the strong are allowed to be free. Lion D. Helios was never meant to survive. Marked by chains and a past he refuses to speak of, Helios walks a path fueled by pain, will, and something far more dangerous… evolution. With every battle, he grows stronger. With every loss, he becomes something harder to break. But this world is a lie. Behind holy cities and divine worship, slavery thrives. Faith is twisted. And powerful figures move in silence, preparing for something far worse than war. Alongside his crew, warriors with abilities that defy reality itself, Helios begins uncovering the truth. Ancient relics. Forbidden power. A path to the center of the universe. And something waiting at the end of it. Helios doesn’t want to be a hero. He only wants one thing. To understand his purpose. But in a world like this… even that might be enough to destroy everything.

A cursed man, Lanre, discovers a black coffin hidden in the hills of yantoto in Nigeria. What sleeps inside will rewrite reality itself. Bound by love, haunted by gods, and hunted by shadows, he must survive—before the world collapses around him.

At the far north of the Atherno Continent, in an unknown village, Kyrian was born as a mere mortal. Weak, insignificant, and destined for oblivion. But he was anything but ordinary. Upon opening his eyes for the first time, they revealed an absolute white eyes without pupils or irises… and with them, an inexplicable innate talent. The ability to see what no one else could. His eyes didn’t just see the particles of spiritual energy, they could steal them. And more than that. Whether intentions, laws, concepts… everything before his vision could be taken by his eyes. When he stole his first Sword Intention, his eyes awakened to the path of the blade. Upon taking the Intention of Ice, another ocular pair was born. With every new stolen intention, his eyes changed, and new ones appeared. Kyrian does not hide them from the world, no, heeding his mother’s last wishes. He uses his gift without fear, with only one goal. To become strong by any means. (This is my first story, so don't expect anything mind-boggling. I just write what I think would be interesting and easy to read. English isn't my first language, so if there are any mistakes, please let me know so I can fix them. Otherwise, enjoy your reading)

“Why do humans rule the world?” “...Because their form is the closest to the gods.” On the day known as the Great Awakening, the barrier separating mortals, spirits, and gods shattered without warning. Divine influence poured into the world like rain and the world was forever changed. Aren Cross stood at the very top of that new world, one of the strongest Mystics to ever live. For that strength, he was betrayed. In his final moments, Aren attempted to evolve once more, to abandon his humanity and ascend as a god. He failed. But, instead of death, Aren awakens in his high school classroom, moments before his first bloodline awakening ceremony. This time, with knowledge of the future, he will choose the strongest Evolutions. Water and Fire are opposing elements? Why not pick both? Wings or Burrowing Traits? Let me take them all. ------------------------ Book Goals!: Castle = Mass release 5 chapters Spaceship = Mass release 10 chapters Gachapon = Mass release 15 chapters

At his father's death, Fengyu awakened his past life's memories. Forced to earn spirit stones to cultivate, he thought he could use his talent of talking to beasts to built a small farm… When his ducks laid eggs for the first time, he received a prompt: [Cultivation + 0.0001%]! When his ducks reached maturity: [Beast Origin Essence +1]! When his ducks mutated: [Fire Breath Technique +1]! Suddenly, he felt like he had a golden-egg laying… duck! --- [Duck Raising + Beast Taming + Farming] [Progression Panel + Bloodline Enhancement + Talent Improvement] [Detailed Cultivation + Crafting + City] Join my discord for chapter upload notifications, notes and discussion: k49SMcEva9

He woke up… but the first thing he felt was not pain, but difference. Something in his body had changed. Not an illness… and not a dream. And when he raised his head, he realized the problem was not only within him—the world itself was no longer as he knew it. A dense forest where light could not easily enter, distant sounds unlike ordinary animals, and a constant feeling of being watched even when he saw no one. And that was not what worried him most. The real matter was the reaction of the creatures around him… instead of approaching, they retreated. Without a fight. Without any understandable reason. And with another egg appearing beside him, he finds himself forced to make a quick decision: remain in an unknown place he does not understand… or risk moving before he knows what awakened with him in this world. That night, before sleep overtook him, he realized only one truth: He did not arrive here by coincidence. And the forest… had known of his existence before he himself did.

Being reincarnated as a prince was a stroke of luck; he wasn’t the eldest, spared the burden of being the firstborn and the scheming of his younger siblings, nor was he the youngest, ignored and dispensable. He was the fourth prince. He harbored the ambition to become emperor, to sit on the throne above thousands, especially knowing that he now found himself in an immortal world. He wanted power; he wanted to live above everyone else, to be the most powerful being. His mother’s clan was strong, but it paled in comparison to the true giants; even so, they spared no support for Xue Yanluo, and he was beginning to build his modest initial power base at court. At that moment, he gained his power, his talent. It was an infusion of strange knowledge that invaded his mind in the middle of the night, transforming his body, bones, and soul. Upon waking, the humanity within him had vanished, now reborn once more, now as the one and only vampire in an immortal world.

Thousands of years ago, ten mages stood at the apex of existence — not merely the apex of the world, but of reality itself. In their arrogance, they reached for something beyond their grasp: the Source, the layer beneath all elements, the foundation of creation. They failed. And in failing, they shattered the heavens. What was once one world became countless fragments — the Shards. Each one a self-contained world, each one believing it was the only world. The people in each Shard forgot the others existed. The sky grew light again. Men forgot what it had felt like to be pressed down upon. That was three thousand years ago. Now, the world is in the business of remembering. Aaron was never supposed to be anyone. A boy reborn from a different world into a mountain village with no bloodline, no noble backing, and no future worth speaking of — until the day a cave swallowed him whole and spat him back out as the successor to the greatest mage who ever lived. But Sirath Vael, the Void Sage, didn't choose Aaron for his talent. He chose him for something deeper. Something Aaron himself doesn't yet understand. The path to the top is not a straight line. It fractures. It splinters. It leads to places that shouldn't exist. And the higher Aaron climbs, the more he suspects that "the top" isn't a destination at all. It's a door.

‘How cliché. I’ve read countless novels where the Hero is betrayed by their companions… but was I wrong to trust those who fought beside me for nearly six decades?’ ----- Betrayal. A word many live in fear of. A word some never expect… until it happens. A word that completely shatters one’s view of life. Just like any other heroic tale, Simon was the Hero of Earth, the one who defeated the Demon King and was about to end the war between races with his companions. Yet, in the end, he was betrayed by his own companions for reasons he never understood. Instead of finding death, Simon found rebirth. To his horror, he reincarnated as the very race he had devoted his entire life to exterminating… a race he despised, feared, and was disgusted by. Reborn as a demon infant within one of the most impoverished demon tribes, Simon found himself at the very bottom of a world he once sought to destroy. Fortunately, he was not entirely abandoned. His unique Seven Star Blessing, bestowed by his patron God, followed him through reincarnation. Armed with this Blessing and the Demonic Magic of his new race, Simon now harbors an ambition greater than ever before… to rise higher than he ever did as the Hero of Earth. To become a God. But the path forward is far from simple. Betrayals from those he would never expect. Endless trials and tribulations. And the lingering question of identity… Should he cling to his past as a human hero, or embrace his nature as a demon to survive? Can Simon abandon his hatred and live among demons? Will he erase his past entirely and fully embrace his demonic nature? Will his thirst for revenge drag him deeper into darkness… Or will he rise above it? In the end… Will he be devoured… or will he devour all?

This was no ordinary world. This was no sovereign nation. It was a lingering, primordial Curse—an inescapable abyss from which emergence seemed impossible. The Moonlight Curse was a labyrinth of shadows, a mystical trap that humanity had never encountered in its entire existence. Once a human was marked as Infected, their soul was forcibly dragged into the fractured dimension of the Infinity Death Games. This was a realm of absolute peril, where the Infected were subjected to daily, brutal trials of survival. The stakes were binary: life or total desecration. If an Infected survivor triumphed in their first game, their soul was granted a temporary reprieve and returned safely to their physical shell. But if they faltered? If they tasted defeat in that initial trial? Death was absolute. The soul was cast back into the mortal vessel, but not before the "Tax" was collected. The heart, the liver, the kidneys—the very essence of biological life—were harvested by the realm itself. This was the horrific architecture of Gromo’s System. A twisted mechanism designed to find a human powerful enough to serve as the Collateral for his Curses. Gromo was searching for a champion, a King of Slaves. Yet, among the millions who fell, none had been found worthy. None possessed the raw strength or the cold intellect required to survive the lethal complexity of his Death Games. In a world drowning in despair, the question remains: Is there a Hero X lurking in the shadows? An anomaly capable of tearing down the System from the within? A soul brave enough to play the games—and win them all?

[Ding! You have mastered the ability to freeze time for 3 seconds.] [Your Spiritual Space has transformed into a Living Realm containing a flourishing civilization.] ... “So what if this Old monster cultivation is three major realms above mine, I can still freeze time and scare the shit out of him, Hmmph! NO one postures in front of Me the master of Phoenix and dragon dojo.” When Wang Chen first arrived in the Cultivation world, he was filled with hopelessness, unable to live longer than ten years., his talent worse than a dog. But everything changed when awakened the Tower of Infinite Enlightenment, a tower with countless floors, clearing the tower gave rewards that would force sects to fight among themselves, ancient empires to declare war. Clearing first floor gave a skill that could freeze time, and second a doom-clock, that allowed him to set a timer of death. Wang Chen was thrilled, however then maybe he had used all of his remaining fortune or maybe the goddess of luck smiling upon him, one day he also awakened a system, not just any system, a 10x reward system, a system that rewarded him for his disciples achievements. Instead of feeling happy Wang Chen's heart grew anxious, Damn what do you mean the Heavens want me to raise an army of disciples who could fight otherworldly demons. ... Discord server to suggest plot point's- https://discord.gg/rfYm9nx7X6

After everything Adrian Greystone had was taken from him, he made a solemn decision. He was going to take it all back. Cast out by the family that murdered his parents and labeled soulless by a world that measures worth in spirit bonds, Adrian is left with nothing but a bag of stolen documents and a contract for the most dangerous ruins in the empire. What he finds there changes everything. Deep beneath the Scar, an ancient system awakens for the first time in centuries and names him something the world hasn't seen in a generation. Monster King. One of seven kings. And the one who absorbs them all carries a title that has never been claimed. Supreme King. While others bond with spirits, Adrian bonds with queens. Nine ancient sovereign beings who withdrew from the world long ago, each one powerful enough to reshape kingdoms, each one choosing him not because the system demands it but because he earned it. The road back will not be easy. The empire wants him gone. The Soul Knight Order wants him dead. And somewhere at the top of it all, the man who destroyed his family still breathes. "You're really going to challenge all of them?" Lilith asked, her red eyes watching him with an expression that showed that she already knew the answer but wanted to hear it from his mouth. "You're asking even when you already know the answer?" "Yes. I want to hear you say it" Lilith said with a smile Adrian sighed and adjusted the strap of his bag. "I will. And I'm going to start with the ones who deserves it the most." His road to Supreme King had just begun.

It was his fault. He should have done something. Should have saved them. Should have snapped out of his denial. But now, he is back. Stronger than ever. Ready to take the world by a storm. He is Yaegaki Tenma Belial. He will show his enemies that they are WORTHLESS! Warnings: -Big Harem(duh, it’s DxD) -SI MC -Slightly edgy/chuuni MC(He is aware though) -Morally Ambiguous MC -Manipulative MC -Strong(but not as a top 10) MC

In the year 2077, Daniel Brown, an ordinary young man fell ill to a rare incurable disease. His only hope lay in a cryogenic casket where he would take a long sleep, and wake up when there’s a cure. But when Daniel finally opens his eyes, the world that greets him is not the one he left behind. Gone are the neon lit skylines and everpresence technology. In their place stands a unrecognizable fantasy realm of steam engine and arcane power where mythical races like elves and dwarves walk the earth and mankind were long gone. Stranded in a time, Daniel is left with many questions, and thus he set out to his grand advaenture, as he struggles to survive in this strange new world and find answers for them all.

The world isn’t dead. It has changed. When everything collapsed, something took root in the ruins. Invisible. Silent. Patient. Aran was born into this new world. A world where breathing can be dangerous. Where the few forms of life are hunted down… or become predators themselves. But Aran isn’t like the others. Since birth, he has sensed what no one else perceives. A presence. Something watching. Waiting. And sometimes… drawing closer. As the survivors shut themselves away and fear grows, a truth begins to emerge: The end of the world was only the beginning. And in the ashes… something continues to grow. Translated with DeepL.com (free version)