Rejected Mate, Risen Queen He Chose His Crown. She Chose Herself

Magical beasts trample, dragons roar, wizards curse, and the dazzling light of magic illuminates the beacon of knowledge!Emperor of Gabella: The Imperial Legion is invincible on land.Orc Chieftain: Each of our tribal warriors is worth ten of any other.Elven King of the Emerald Realm: Our forest rangers never miss their mark.President of the Horn Bay Alliance: The Alliance fleet reigns supreme over the seas.A Mysterious Organization: The prophesied era will eventually arrive.Paul Grayman: I’m not singling anyone out, but everyone here is tr*sh.Embark on a journey with firearms and cannons, crushing the low-magic planes… Collapse Army, Army Building, Economics, Engineer, Fantasy World, Firearms, Industrialization, Kingdom Building, Magic, Male Protagonist, Religions, Technological Gap, Wars, Betrayal, Character Development, Child Protagonist, Modern Knowledge, Multiple POV, Naive Protagonist, Noble, Polite Protagonist, Schemes And Conspiracies, Secret Organizations, Sword And Magic, Transmigration, Weak to Strong Hmm is this steampunk or high advanced tech, or modern day its either of these, not much of a between I read this before, it's actually quite decent (though the protagonist is naive, and the author seems to be lazy when writing dialogues). The protagonist recreates other weapons that used gunpowder in this fantasy world and tries to form an industrial society because in their noble territory it's just a title - they don't own a fiefdom. It's like 'Release That Witch,' because here the theocracy really holds so much authority that even that duke or king can be labeled as a heretic if they want, so they also persecute wizards and other races.The story still revolves around the kingdom where the world is really big and full of different races. Give it a try if you like a kingdom-building romance, where the protagonist is using modern knowledge as an advantage. I don't remember it having a system, but I think his 'golden finger' is more like a lineage.Rank B-Obs: It's extremely tiring to read at more than 600chps Raaah wtf is a kilometre Its 1000 metres, its the kilo of the SI Unit ...... Bruh A guy was walking to a bar and on his way he found a girl tied up to the railroad tracks. He untied her and they had s*x. Guy gets to the bar, friends ask why he's so late, tells them about the girl he found and all the different positions they f**ked in. Friends give him props and ask if he got head, guy replies "I couldn't find it." Did he just f#*k a dead person? Wtf! Gonna Dive into with a open mind This is an upper-mid kingdom building novel with the classicEh- modern weapons are the best they will kill everything gun>> rahhhhhThe author has primitive grasp on various technologies and is just enoughDo not get confused, it's not bad at all, just not THE BESTPls upvoteNeed to built those useless seniors sitting on their thrones, this junior shall challenge them and shake their thrones.Ranobe FanMade discord server :)) What would you consider bests in this genre? Other than release that witch or i guess Mediterranean Hegemon of Ancient Greece-->Mediterranean Mediterranean Hegemon of Ancient Greece It's chinese and the description can only make me think this is poison ******************************** If you like this story, check out other similar stories i have here ... 1 ) Ammunition Empire - ch 2.0k 2 ) In Holy Roman Empire - ch 1.2k 3 ) Millitary System God realm - ch 400 4 ) Dynasty of Iron - ch 1.2k 5 ) Magic Industry Empire - ch 1.3k 6 ) Building My Own Territory : With System - ch 800 All of them are FREE to read

Yang Tong, who worked as a fortune teller and interpreter at a Taoist temple, was hit and killed while rushing into the road to save someone. Blood stained the tortoise shell and copper coins he carried with him. One of the copper coins turned out to be an unknown treasure, which disappeared without a trace along with his soul. In a remote county town on the Fengxuan Continent, Yang Tong is reborn in a different way

A single mother of twins disappears from the man she loves, believing it’s the only way to spare him from losing someone he loves again. In doing so, she sacrifices her own happiness to protect his heart

He’s in the deepest part of Jianghu. Keep your eyes wide open. If you do not wish to get dragged into the abyss. Associated Names 사신표월 P.S. I am not the original author and translator of this novel.So if the real author wants me to delete this then do message me.

A burnt-out “code monkey” dies after a gaming binge and is reborn as Kōe Shihouin, an abandoned child in the brutal District 80. His fate changes when Yamamoto Genryūsai recognizes him as a once-in-a-millennium prodigy and takes him as his final disciple. While others treat Kidō as rigid magic, Kōe approaches it like programming—analyzing and rebuilding it to create innovative techniques like “Combination Kidō” with unmatched precision. But he hides a dangerous secret: two souls within him, granting immense power and the rare ability to wield two Zanpakutō. Framed for murder and exiled for 150 years, Kōe’s punishment is actually a cover for a covert mission investigating the Quincy resurgence. When he returns to a Seireitei on the brink of chaos, he must clear his name, confront Azashiro Sōya, and survive deadly noble clan politics—including a forced marriage to Yoruichi Shihōin. With knowledge of the future and a blade that defies death, Kōe rises as one of Soul Society’s most unorthodox geniuses, destined to change its fate forever.

In a world where strength is everything, Kang Joon-seok is the weakest link — an E-rank hunter barely scraping by to support his mother and little sister. When a simple raid turns into a deadly trap inside a hidden dungeon, Joon-seok faces an impossible choice: watch his comrades die or offer his own head as sacrifice. In his final moments, he makes the ultimate sacrifice. But death isn't the end. Awakening with a mysterious system and a burning vow to protect his family, Joon-seok realizes the gods of this cruel world have noticed him. From the bottom of the hunter ranks, the weakest will rise. What happens when the mortal who should have died... survives? The Mortal Who Survived — a tale of sacrifice, awakening, and relentless growth.

Dark romance x mature content x slow burn. ****Blurb***** "Look, I have an Escalade, by the way." Fedora's lips folded. He had no idea what to do with that information, but he figured if he just indulged the man's ego, it would end faster. Faster, my foot. Miguel swallowed hard, his voice dropping to a low, predatory whisper as he leaned in. "All my offers, and any other thing you can wish for... I will get it done." He beat his chest softly, his eyes darkening. "If you can just follow me outside. To the back of my comfy Escalade. It's been a long time since I had a bitch served... in my car." He finished the sentence and swiped his tongue across his lips, biting them with a raw, sexual hunger. He waited for the final reply, already getting high on the thought of cupping that tiny waist with one hand and burying himself in that Chanel-scented skin until the boy pleaded his name in parables. Fedora went stoic. He was completely frozen, the world stopping as the shock and bewilderment hit him like a physical blow. He scoffed in disbelief, his jaw practically hitting the floor. 'Back of the Escalade. Bitches served in a car'. "Me! Fedora!! Bitch!!! Served in the back of a car!!! Unto delicacy!!!! Gosh!!!!!" Fedora muttered, the words replaying in his head like a record skip. A dry, hysterical laugh escaped his lips. Oh, this was the height of it. He wasn't going to stand there and let another man disrespect him. Never. Miguel took another step closer, his head hovering over Fedora's, dominant and sure. The boy hadn't said a word; he was definitely giving in, Miguel thought. He leaned in further, waiting for the "yes" but what came next?! It was, by far, the least expected thing any living human being would have the guts to do to him. Behold, it was no other than a hot, non-withheld, redirective, and resounding SLAP!!!! †††††††† **************** Fedora loved him. Miguel loved him too obsessively. Possessively. To the point where devotion blurred into control. Miguel wanted to be involved in everything that touched Fedora’s life, and he proved, time and again, that he would go against his own will, spill blood, even die if it meant keeping Fedora spoiled, protected, and tethered to him. On the surface, Miguel was everything anyone could dream of. Until Fedora fell so deeply in love that he hit rock bottom and realised the darkness there was too suffocating for both his aesthetic and his sanity. He thought he knew Miguel. He was catastrophically wrong. Fedora had been blind to the beast he let into his heart. The truth comes apart slowly, cruelly: Miguel is the reason Fedora has no family. The reason is that there is no life for him beyond Miguel’s shadow. And worst of all, Fedora had chosen him anyway, his memories erased not by force, but by misplaced devotion. “Pick a gun and empty it into his brain.” The solution sounds simple. It isn’t. Fedora doesn’t know what’s real anymore. He can’t tell if what he shared with Miguel, the man he once humiliated in a bar, the man who later became his lover, was genuine love or a carefully staged performance fueled by manipulation, guilt, and obsession. The cruel irony? Miguel is wrapped around Fedora’s fingers, tight as a rosary around a nun’s hand. And yet, Fedora is still the one trapped. Now he must decide. Will he avenge his family? Will love survive the truth? And if Miguel dies, will it be swift… or slow enough to satisfy the damage left behind? This isn’t a romance. It’s a beautifully brutal descent into love, control, and consequence. Enter at your own risk. ********* . warning!!! Some statements, scenes, and incidents in this book may not sit well with religious readers. [Everything is fictional and not intended to harm or coerce your mind in any way]

In the village of Oakhaven, you held your heart with your hands. Everyone carries a flickering candle, a tiny, glowing heartbeat held in a glass lantern. Eira’s light is steady, a cheerful lemon-yellow flame that matches her quiet, uncomplicated life. But at the edge of the village, there was a raging river that never froze in winter. To the rest of the village, it was the place where the lights went out. However, to Eira, it was different. The river felt like the only place in the world where she would feel free. Where she would find answers. The river wasn't the only one the village kept at a distance. There was a boy named Soren, whose presence felt like a draft in a sealed room. People whispered that his wick was black because his heart was charred. While other children boasted about their flames of vibrant scarlet and gold, Soren's lantern held a cold, violet light that looked like it would go out in an instant. Yet, as Eira uncovers the pieces of Soren's past, she realizes his fire isn't dying because he is bad, but because he’s been left out alone in the rain for too long.

What happens if the Arthas Menethil AKA the Lich King got teleported to Planetos, and what happened when the Targaryen siblings Return Frostmourne and Awakens Arthas. Not my Original work I'm just expanding the Story so please cut me some Slack ok guys thx