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In a world where the Heavenly Path is incomplete. Li Boyang, as an atypical Transmigrator, was born a non-crying baby. Compared to those ubiquitous Evil Gods and obscene rituals and live offerings, Li Boyang seemed somewhat out of place. However, He actually became the sole hope for the Spirit Monster Mountain People to continue surviving. From divination and hexagram crafting, scientific fortune-telling... To mastering hundreds of arts and the revolution of Qi Refining... Li Boyang brought not only hope to this world but also civilization and the Great Dao. ——Data Divination to measure fortune and misfortune, scientific breeding to create Pill Recipes. ——Artificial limbs forge the Golden Body, synthetic hormones cast a magic body. ——Machine guns and cannons are all Magical Treasures, satellites soar into space creating Tiangong. ——Absolute separation between heaven and earth, distinguishing Human Path from Divine Path, both are Great Dao.

In the ashes of the 1,999th universe, something impossible stirs. Born of silence, cradled by the void, a being awakens - not a god, not a monster, but a question. His name is Qaritas. In a shattered cosmos ruled by Ascendants and haunted by the First Evil, even silence must take a side. But when the god of Nothingness begins to want something... the universe holds its breath. Told by the death-masked mistress of a theater of corpses, this is a myth drenched in blood, starlight, and dreams.

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There is always something beyond the map. Civilization has conquered distance. Planets can be engineered. Stars can become engines. Galaxies are territories. Universes are infrastructure. Timelines are roads, dimensions are industrial frontiers, and the Genesis Corps ventures into the places where even the greatest civilizations stop understanding reality. Ashborn Lionheart was supposed to become one of their brightest stars. Then, at ten years old, he vanished. His expedition disappeared into Nihil Aeternum, an impossible realm of broken laws, forgotten civilizations, living disasters, cosmic horrors, and things for which even humanity’s greatest knowledge proved unreliable. His squad died. Rescue never came. Ashborn survived. For nine years he fought, wandered, starved, learned, adapted, rebuilt himself, and clung to one promise: "I am going home." At nineteen, a fracture in the impossible finally gives him that chance. Ashborn returns carrying scars no medical scan can fully explain, a living weapon forged beyond civilization’s maps, armor that evolved into something disturbingly alive, a mysterious girl named Lunavelle who remembers things about him that he does not, and knowledge of a realm mankind was never prepared to confront. But home has not been waiting untouched. Nine years have passed. Friends grew older. Heroes rose without him. Technology advanced. The Genesis Corps that remembers a legendary ten-year-old prodigy must now confront the scarred man standing in his place. And before Ashborn can reclaim his life, one question must be answered: "What exactly came home?" Because Ashborn’s return is only the beginning. Ancient structures recognize his name. Forgotten systems awaken in his presence. Dead histories remember a Lionheart who should not exist. Somewhere beyond the frontier waits an enemy connected to a life Ashborn himself cannot remember. To discover what he is, what he was, and what he chooses to become, Ashborn must return to the one place he spent nine years trying to escape: the unknown. This time, he is going willingly. PROJECT GENESIS: BORN FROM ASH A cosmic science-fantasy epic of exploration, survival, war, mystery, ancient identity, evolving power, and the endless frontier beyond every known map. Tiktok = Drippwoo504

They built empires on divine fire. Now something is burning them from within. West Africa. An age of cavalry and prophecy, of bronze thrones and blade-women, of gods who have not yet gone quiet. Five kingdoms sit at the peak of their powe, and at the edge of their unraveling. In Oyo, the greatest cavalry empire the continent has ever seen is eating itself alive. The Alaafin sits his sacred throne, unable to leave the palace by holy law, while the council that was meant to keep him honest plots his dynasty's slow death. His supreme warlord, the undefeated Olasubomi, has won twelve battles and never lost. The code demands that if he ever does — he must die by his own hand. He has begun to wonder whether losing might be the only way to save what he loves. In Dahomey, a young woman called Sosi moves through foreign courts like a ghost. She is the Gbeto-Ashe, a shadow operative of the world's most feared all-female army, and her gift is this: once you see her face, you forget it. She has been sent to find the man who leaked Dahomey's battle plans to Oyo. She will find him. The problem is that when she does, she will not want him dead. In Benin, the Iyoba Adaeze watches her son the king begin to die of an illness that has no natural explanation. She has thirty years of court experience, a regiment sworn to her command, and an ivory mask at her hip that belonged to a queen-ancestor whose will still lives inside it. She knows who she must choose to replace her dying son. She also knows the choice will crack the kingdom — and she will make it anyway. In Hausaland, a scholar-spy named Musa is counting granaries and mapping fortifications inside cities that don't know they're already conquered. The Jihad is coming. It is righteous, and it is real, and it is also the most efficient machine of political conquest the north has ever produced. He believes in it completely. He is beginning to see what it becomes. And on the frontier of Oyo's northern border, a seventeen-year-old with no name worth speaking discovers that when he gets angry — really angry — the sky changes. No one around him will tell him why. That fact is starting to make him very angry. Meanwhile, an old Babalawo who should not exist walks into the sacred city of Oyo-Ile carrying a walking staff and a single, dangerous request. He has read all 256 volumes of fate in the Ifa corpus, a thing that should have dissolved his individual will into the great witness-state beyond the living. Instead, he is here. Eating plantain. Asking to see the archive beneath the city. Agba Ife has seventeen theories about why he survived the dissolution. They are all partially correct. He is also missing something: a 257th Odu, a verse of fate that was never supposed to exist, has been quietly shaping the future of every kingdom for three generations. And it has just been found, by a griot's daughter who copied it from a burning temple before anyone could stop her, in a city that is about to become a battlefield. The Ase; the divine breath woven into iron, word, blood, and earth, is not a weapon. It is not a tool. It does not obey. It considers. And right now, for reasons no living priest can fully explain, it is considering all eight of them at once. Five empires. Eight lives. One false prophecy that has been true all along. The coalition war is coming. The Jihad is rising. The succession crisis has no clean answer. And somewhere beneath Oyo-Ile, in an archive of forbidden fate, a verse is waiting to be read by the one person who cannot survive reading it. The First Compact begins. But whose compact is it, really, and what did it cost to write?

One day, I decided to end my short livestreaming career. Not that I had ever started it with the intention of earning money. My life had hit rock bottom: a disappointment to my family, painfully average in academics, buried under massive debt after my company failed, and to top it all off, the one person who had been my emotional support, my loving girlfriend, cheated on me. Yes, life had turned into hell. So I chose to cut off all distractions and focus solely on my studies. However, the moment I went live to announce my decision, the few viewers I had exploded in rage. [There will be slaughter! Whoever made my Kyle sad deserves to burn in hell!] [My time with Kyle… gone… that demands… massacre.] [Kyle… Kyle… don’t go…] Then came a suggestion. [I have sent a gift for you. I hope that helps change your mind.] That gift, sent by one of my regular viewers, completely changed my life. I learned that the world I lived in wasn’t as simple as I had believed. Nightmares, shadows, ghouls, curses… they were as real as humans. And with the blessing I received, I became part of that hidden world. On top of that, I received a system that sometimes rewards me simply for existing. It’s crazy. The viewers I thought were just regular people were all deities. •••••••• A/N: For the first few arcs, the protagonist will operate in secrecy, and there is a good reason for it. The main character will experience sudden growth in strength, as this story isn’t about gradual power-building but about personal connections and slice of life. Expect heavy slice of life in this one. And please read through the free chapters before passing judgment. https://ko-fi.com/rashcore

Yukie Saku, the Ancient Eye of Snow and Cold, has been stripped of much of her power. After witnessing signs of an approaching catastrophe, she arrives at the Grand Opera House seeking answers and assistance. There, she meets Makoto Shirogane, the polite yet unreadable director of the opera house, descended from a once-great samurai house. To most, he appears formal and composed. That impression is far from the truth. Makoto is a Hunter of Deviants, over two centuries old, whose influence runs far deeper than anyone expects. When Yukie warns him of a looming force that devours Natural Energy and threatens entire lands, Makoto agrees to intervene- on one condition. Yukie must assist him with the growing threat surrounding the Grand Opera House itself. Stripped of her former power and sight, the goddess must rely on unfamiliar and improvised ways of wielding what power remains, forging fragile alliances while honoring the contract she has bound herself to. Thus, an uneasy partnership forms: an ancient deity seeking aid from a mortal she cannot fully understand, and a man of strict formalism bound by a divine contract. Their path leads into political intrigue, civilization-scale organizations that quietly support the world, and escalating supernatural conflicts, where power is proven through action, not words. Author’s Note! This story blends grand, intense battles with carefully chosen colors that reflect each character’s nature and themes. It unfolds within the refined atmosphere of a grand opera house, where waltzes, performances, and radiant spectacles are not just scenery, but core elements of the narrative. Through music, motion, and light, beauty and conflict exist side by side, balancing emotion with formality. Auxiliary Notice! For deeper character insight and additional world context, readers are encouraged to read the Auxiliary Chapters. Reading Style & Pacing! While the overall story progresses quickly, combat sequences are intentionally extended. These battles focus on movement, shifting power, and visual storytelling rather than heavy dialogue. Fights are written to feel cinematic, tense, and immersive, prioritizing atmosphere and action over exposition. I will do my best to keep every chapter engaging without slowing the narrative. A Note to the Reader If you enjoy: Ancient lore, Structured magic systems, Action-driven storytelling, Expansive cosmology, Multinational settings, Bold- color-focused imagery, and Long, visually rich battles, -then this story may be for you. Please read the synopsis below before diving in. Sankyuu! World Notes! Hunters - Hunters are wielders of the ancient Armament Arts- historic weapons forged through faith, discipline, and coexistence with spirits. These Arts allow Hunters to channel Natural Energy, granting power, precision, and spiritual authority in combat against Deviants. Note: Not everyone can become a Hunter. Inheriting an Armament Art and wielding Natural Energy is extremely rare. for Hunters, 1 year for them is 7 years-and their total life span is 100 years-thus they can live up to 700 human years. However, it may vary as it is possible for their lifespan to both decrease or increase. Deviants - Deviants are entities that consume and illuminate Dark Energy. They prey upon Natural Energy, the force that sustains life and balance across the world. Ancient Eyes - Ancient Eyes are old deities who have existed for hundreds, sometimes thousands, of years. They were created to uphold balance and wield immense authority. At least, that was their intended purpose. Now, they are regarded as feared folklore beings, who rule vast domains across the globe.

With the existance of humanity, Of which created many and long history. Myths, legends and religions were believed, Creating rituals and Gods were achieved. As the time went by, Human's mind became wicked and sly. With the believed beliefs, Humanity's insanity blamed it to the devils as a relief. Devils were created by humanity, Gods were portrayed as something with humility. The belief was passed unto the next generation, But some heed no attention. Now, no one knew if 'They' really existed, But still evil devils were loathed. Humans believed in something they had not seen, As one of the humans, I pictured my own scene. Now as my mind is running with this imagination, I had created my greatest weapon. This is my belief and explaination, And blamed the Sin on AEON!

Erus has royal blood, but his own father treats him like a monster. To the King, Erus is just a savage creature who needs to be controlled. The people also branded him Tyrant. Growing up hated and alone, Erus only wanted one thing, a place where he truly belonged. ​To prove himself, he entered a deadly trial where the winner earns a title and a spot serving the King. He was even desperate enough to try making a deal with the God of Death just to win. But then Cana showed up and completely changed his path. Instead of a dark pact with the underworld, an accidental "Master-Slave" contract bound them together. Erus is the Master and Cana is the servant, but their connection is way deeper than a simple spell. ​As they fight through the trial, Erus realizes he isn't the only one with terrifying power—Cana’s abilities might actually be stronger than his. They share a bond that goes back to a past someone tried desperately to bury. Now, they have to survive a trial designed to kill them while facing enemies who are just hiding behind their own fear. ​In the end, what’s more important: the title that was stripped away, or the memories that were erased to keep the truth hidden?

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Solaris Gunther was an orphaned kid going to school; his life was rough but safe, structured even, perhaps even a little bit boring. One day, a small divergence from his usual path led him into a life of hunting demons, as well as the underbelly of society that is holding it all together.  Just after being brought into the world of hunting demons, Solaris is then faced with an even worse situation.  All he has are questions; things he never thought were real are now his enemies, his once structured life now could be cut short at any moment, and to top it all off, there is a being of incredible power living inside of his very being.  What is Extramicy? Are the gods real? What are the demons? Who is the being known as Singulus? Will he die a human, or live long enough to become something entirely different?  Only time will tell. 

Darkness... Utterly complete darkness, this is the only thing that surronded Micah, for an eternity he drifted into this space with nothing to do and a growing boredom. He was sick of it all, so in a desperate move for freedom he ended finding out an incredible ability of his. Follow him as he begin to remember his past and the events that brought him here, also follow with him the adventures of the protagonists of every age of his creation.

Staring into the endless abyss, a speck of light made its first decision. Changing, twisting, and shifting its form, it would become the hands that would shape eternity. Reaching into the chaos of nothing, it could feel the draw of reality. Interpreting the countless dominoes lined up before it, the hands pulled. Then it all came tipping over. Endless causality and unending outcome. Being pushed away by the expanding force, the speck faded into the night.

**FOCUS** "The child of god has been born. Your job is to take care care of him until his evolution." Vaelen, was previously one of the commanders of Nedoma's empire, Oros continent. Now, his job is to stay by side of the new god child and take a journey with him. Nothing burns brighter than the world of Valerius, the world that harbours the world tree Aethelgard under the shiny light of their host star Evren. Now, the adventure between a child of god and an unlikely guardian begins. The threat that can wipe out entire world is reaching nearer.

On Hiatus --- A café. A moment. And everything changes. When 13 people open their eyes, they wake to a world that doesn’t feel real. The ground feels unfamiliar. The sky is beautiful, yet distant—like the end of a forgotten dream. Eyes are watching them… Hungry hounds… And a hunter patiently following their trail. They must run. They must fight. They must survive. To survive, they must keep moving. 13 people arrived in this world. But no one knows how many it will allow to leave.

When one has power, they are respected, but that same respect can also lead to hatred and under that hate, there is fear. The god of chaos was a being with power so great the other 11 gods couldn't even try to compare to him. They all respected him but they also feared him. His power alone could destroy reality all together. The only person who could beat him would be the Regulator but no one knows where he is. The god of light Lucifer created a weapon, a weapon which could even strike down the god of chaos Ephraxis. What was the sword made off for it to defeat a god as powerful as Ephraxis. That was the question surging through Ephraxis mind as he layed in the floor of the council room of the gods. As he layed,his so called friend Lucifer whispered something to him, something that made Ephraxis blood boiled for the first time in very very long while. Before he died he swore that he would return and he would kill Lucifer and everyone one of the gods who were with him. His call had been answered and when he awoke, he had been reborn into the family of Morningstar. That last name belonged to Lucifer. It pissed him off to think he was reborn into his enemies family. But how did his enemy even have a family in the first place. There were questions piling on in his head but there was one thing that was clear. He would kill the gods who had betrayed him by any means necessary. Which meant he was going to need to reclaim his weapon. The sword of chaos, Havenhell. He had been giving a second chance, a chance he would not waste.

The Story Of A Powerless Demon Who Wanted to Protect His Love Ones And Obtained The Dangerous Power Nightmare Bringer

KINGDOM(EARTH) HEARTS(WATER) 3(LIGHT) MEMORY(TIME) ARCHIVE(TIME+EARTH) 5(FAMILY) DARKNESS Organization 13's true goal is to divide Xehanort's heart among 13 vessels; 13 Xehanorts, what is? The Real Organization 13; now Master Xehanort has warned of a 3rd attempt to start his War; All of this was decided. My 12 selves would welcome me here on this day when I would return as a complete person. It is the future that lies beyond my sight. Let us finish this at the Fated Place when your Lights and my Darknesses have joined together. Even Time itself cannot contain Xehanort's ambitions. 7 Lights; 13 Darknesses; The End is coming.