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Please Put Me on the Throne of Heroes

“I transmigrated into the Nasuverse, gained the Root’s recognition, and discovered a singular truth: as long as I die an unnatural death, I can ascend to the Throne of Heroes and claim mastery—becoming an existence stronger and freer than even the Seven Grand Servants.” “For this, I threw myself into courting death with reckless abandon across the Nasuverse.” “I publicly cursed Gilgamesh to his face, challenged the omnipotent Zeus in Greece, audaciously abducted Skadi in Northern Europe, declared in Israel that Solomon was a demon god rather than a son of God, and in Britain… I foolishly sided with Morgan.” “And yet… why am I still alive?” 1994, Fuyuki. Rowe—the historically renowned figure, the third friend of the Oldest King, the First Grand Vizier of Mesopotamia, a favorite of the Greek gods, the King of Giants in Northern Europe, the divine hand that awakened Solomon’s humanity in Israel, the Prince Consort’s aide in Camelot—sat atop Fuyuki Bridge. Though young in appearance, his eyes reflected the weight of countless lifetimes. He sighed, looking down at the people before him: “Tell me… where did it all go wrong?” “Why not just kill me and let me ascend to the Throne of Heroes? Please!” Kiritsugu Emiya inhaled his cigarette, his gaze flicking to Artoria raising her Holy Lance, to Gilgamesh’s Gate of Babylon as it opened, to the crimson spear extending from the Land of Shadows… and yet his hand trembled slightly. ******* Read the first 5 chapters for free on my Patreon! Characters concept art to be availed! Join now, for only $5 @Shunsuke161
Shunsuke_Uchiha · 122.4k Views

Grinding to Become the Martial Saint of the Mortal World

Jiang Ning Transmigrates at a Time of Turmoil To protect himself, he began training in martial arts using his “grinding experience” panel, quietly building his strength. Gradually, he discovered that as his cultivation techniques broke through their limits, various attributes began to manifest some even concealing the authority of divine beings. Through the martial path, he started to harness both divine authority and innate supernatural powers. [Five-Animal Fist] : From the initial grind to the perfected state constantly breaking through limits and acquiring various attributes: the five vital organs store essence and each harbors divine power. [Indestructible Body] : From the initial grind to perfection continuously shattering limits and acquiring myriad attributes, endowing him with an unbreakable golden body and immortal divine bones. [Inner Alchemy and Life Cultivation] : From the initial grind to perfection relentlessly breaks limits and gathers various attributes that allow him to remain at the pinnacle and attain immortality. One day, the Martial Saint who had kept the world subdued for eight hundred years struck at him. He slowly smiled. “Are you trying to attack a divine being?” When the very weapon once capable of slaying immortals and annihilating gods fell upon his head, he merely tilted his head slightly; not a single hair was disturbed. “My foundation has long been forged into an indestructible golden body!”
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Asura: The Hunter

This is a story about Arjun Jadhav, a broke engineering student who rides his father’s fading red Splendor with one thought only: earn enough to keep his dad breathing. A lonely summer job guarding a forgotten godown seems like the answer, until he breaks open Shutter 81 and falls two floors into a vault sealed since the old India still bled from Partition. Inside waits a forbidden armoury: thousands of glass prisons holding curses that whisper and claw, walls covered with photographs of impossible kills, and the diaries of Vikramaditya Shinde, a hunter of the old blood, one of the last men who walked the night with silver and fire to keep the country’s darkest hungers asleep. Arjun thinks he can lock the door and forget. He can’t. The instant he flees, the vault roars awake. Lights flare after half a century. Dust howls into hidden vents. And in the centre rises the spirit of the old hunter himself, tall, scarred, eyes like burning ghee, staring straight at the boy who just inherited a war older than the tricolour. From a village kid who measured life in dialysis bills, Arjun is about to be forged into the deadliest thing the night has ever feared: the new bearer of a legacy that never truly died. A creaking Splendor, a kirpan that chooses its master, and a country that still needs monsters killed in the dark; this is the rise of the hunter the old blood has been waiting for. Some doors don’t open for you. They open the future. Step through… if you’re ready to watch a desperate boy become the greatest shadow India never knew it had.
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