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The Broken Halo

‘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? Or 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?
Anon22 · 123.1k Views

Shadow Sovereign Of The Broken Realms

In the year 2047, Earth is dying. Mana rot devours the oceans, cities sink into black sludge, and humanity clings to survival like rats in a collapsing cage. Kael Eze is nobody. A Level 1 Scavenger. A corpse hauler. A man who drags the dead for scraps while the world ends around him. Then the sky rips open. A cold, mechanical voice echoes in every surviving soul: [Final Calibration Complete] [Earth: UNSALVAGEABLE] [Sovereign Selection Protocol — Activated] [1 candidate chosen out of 8.4 billion…] Kael is selected. Not as a hero. Not as a savior. As the lowest possible thing: a Sovereign Candidate with 0.0001% authority. Thrown into the Infinite Staircase — the Throne of Ashes — where death is permanent, mercy is myth, and the first floor alone is rated ×7 difficulty. He awakens as an infant in a crib of blackened ribs. A six-winged nightmare calls him “little calamity” and laughs as ash-eaters scent fresh sovereign flesh. But something broken inside Kael wakes up too. [Hidden Trait: Soul Devouring Gluttony (EX)] Devour anything. Become anything. Regret nothing. From the weakest newborn king at the bottom of infinity, Kael begins a ruthless climb. He consumes gods, steals bloodlines, devours worlds, and carves his name into the fabric of broken realities. Betrayed by fate, hunted by ancient horrors, cursed by the very throne he claims — he doesn’t seek redemption. He seeks dominion. Because if the universe decided he was trash… then he’ll become the monster that devours the trash-heap entire. Weakest start. Highest stakes. No mercy. No limits. Only ashes… and the sovereign who rises from them. Will the last candidate become the Last Sovereign — or just another forgotten name in the void? Tags: Dark Fantasy, System, Weak-to-Strong, Ruthless MC, Anti-Hero, Multiple Worlds, Face-Slapping, Ancient Bloodlines, Betrayal, Overpowered Growth, Apocalyptic, No Harem (yet?), Soul-Devouring, Throne Conquest Drop a heart if you’re ready for Kael to eat the multiverse one bite at a time.
Bloodrush · 9.3k Views

The One Who Never Meant To Rise

Blue light exploded as Eira swung first, his sword colliding with the woman's burning spear with a force that tore the air apart. Mana crashed outward in violent waves, ripping sound from the world as fire and frost devoured each other. He twisted his wrist mid-swing, dragging the blade down her weapon and forcing her back, ice crawling across the spear before shattering under a surge of black-red flames. She laughed. "You're late," she said, spinning and driving her spear toward his chest. Eira barely deflected. The impact hurled him through the sky, his body twisting as he fought to regain control. He stopped himself with a burst of cold, boots skidding against invisible air, sword humming violently in his hands. Only then did the world reveal itself. Endless white stretched beneath them, cracked and broken by war. Bodies lay scattered across the frozen land—men and women with silver hair, armor torn, weapons buried deep into ice. Some moved. Some didn't. The ground itself bore scars of mana so deep they still glowed faintly. A pressure rolled outward from Eira as he steadied himself. Far away, people collapsed without being touched. Knees buckled. Breath failed. Even standing became impossible under the weight of his presence. The woman floated calmly across from him, fire and shadow wrapping around her form. Her spear burned red, veins of black mana pulsing like a living thing. Flames spiraled outward from her body, erasing frost, stone, and anything else that dared exist too close. Below them, a young woman stood shaking, blood running down her arm as she held up a glowing shield. She was wounded badly, yet she didn't step back. She shielded the fallen behind her with everything she had left. Eira saw her. His jaw clenched. "Still distracted," the woman said, her voice carrying easily across the battlefield. "That hasn't changed." She raised her spear and slammed it downward. Fire crashed toward him like a collapsing sun. Eira answered by lifting his sword, blue light roaring outward as the flames split apart around him. The shockwave tore across the land, ice forming and breaking in the same breath. The sky broke. They moved again. Sword and spear collided midair, faster than sight, each strike releasing violent surges of mana that warped the world itself. Blizzards swallowed firestorms. Flames evaporated ice. Mountains formed and shattered in seconds. "You're weaker," she said, twisting her spear and driving him back through a wall of frozen air. "Did dying once finally dull you?" Eira staggered, blood spilling from his mouth as he caught himself. His sword shook, not from fear, but restraint. "I won't lose again," he said. Her eyes narrowed. "This ends now, Eira."
ash_0194 · 7.9k Views