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[Warning! Slice of Life at Core!] "Are you trying to tell me that the man who made the entire Northern continent tremble works in a flimsy bar? And he's a Water Mage???" The Emperor asked his knight. "Yes, sir. I saw him with my own eyes. He has two pet dragons and—" "Good gods! The legendary dragons that historically disdain humans as his pets?! We must have this man as our own at all cost!" The Emperor screamed in amusement, "Say, when you approached this man to speak with him, what was his reaction?" The knight gulped. "He... offered my men and I drinks, and told us to tell you, the Emperor, to visit his bar sometime." The Emperor's eyes widened, and narrowed back as he smiled. "Well, I just might." ______ Maxwell Duvon Belognia was once a reject, kicked out of his noble house for his lack of talent. His noble family was one that had produced reputable flame mages for ages, and Maxwell, who had an affinity to the water element, was a good-for-nothing. Disowned by his family, he ventured out into the world to build his own solid ground, and discovered that his talent in the path of water was much more than his family had ever imagined. Along his journey, he made friends that he loved more than his own blood, allies that could give their lives up just for his sake, and the best of all — he fell in love with a woman who gave him her heart and her soul. Until an unfortunate, world ending disaster struck on his world, ending everything dear to Maxwell in just a few seconds, including the love of his life. Luckily — or unluckily — Maxwell and his friend barely survived, thrust into a different, ruthless world where they had to grow stronger and struggle to survive. Years later, they became transcendent beings who ventured into the vast cosmos where they still fought to claim a place. They became gods. During all his years of constant struggling, fighting and ascending, Maxwell never forgot the love he lost. Regret ate at him. If only he was strong as he was now that he steadily approached the end of his being. Just when he thought his soul would fade away without ever seeing his love again... "Why don't we break one of the ten absolute rules proffered by the Celestial King?" His friend suggested. Maxwell's eyes widened. "What rule?" "Regression." And so, after fighting to go against the will of fate and the heavens themselves, Maxwell's soul finally regressed with eons worth of knowledge to the time when he was just a mortal, kicked out of his noble house. The best part? All his divine authorities as a god — although weakened — were still linked to his soul, including his pocket dimension which held his treasures. And because of this, to the eyes of everyone in his world, Maxwell was a ridiculously overpowered being. As news of this enigmatic, overpowered water mage spread amongst the four continents of the world Cryst, every monarch and every major power desired him for themselves. But the man in question? "I've lived a life full of suffering, battles and wars. Now, with this second chance, I just want to live a calm life. To do that, I'll have to stop the world-ending disaster coming in a few years. But for now..." He opened the door to his bar, smiling as he gazed at his customers which consisted of legendary mages, legendary mercenaries, divine healers, knights and the rest, all waiting to recruit him. Finally, his warm gaze rested on his wife, waiting for him behind the counter. "This is enough." ______________________ Ahem–! 50 powerstones = 1 extra chapters ‎100 powerstones = 2 extra chapters ‎50 Golden tickets = 5 extra chapters ‎A castle = 10 extra chapters

In a world that has forgotten its own creation, the cycle begins again. Long before memory, the universe was shaped by fragments of unimaginable power—stones that carried will, purpose, and consequence. In the modern city of Sagar, three ordinary students begin to feel the echo of those fragments awakening within them. Vaibhav, burdened by a crystal that remembers countless deaths. Shlokh, whose voice resonates with balance and authority. Shourya, who glimpses futures he pretends not to notice. As exams end and winter approaches, reality begins to fracture—memories blur, dreams bleed into waking life, and an unfamiliar presence steps closer from the shadows. This is not a story of heroes chosen by fate. It is the story of a cycle that never stopped… And of what happens when creation begins to remember itself.

I wanted nothing more than an ordinary life—free from crushing debt and the endless corporate grind. Instead, I died. And when I opened my eyes, I was in ancient Rome. My father? Gaius Julius Caesar—the man destined to rule, or ruin, the Republic. But history is written in blood. If I do nothing, my new family will be swept away by the coming political firestorm. Power is survival in Rome, and I intend to survive. Armed with modern knowledge, I will reshape the Roman Republic—through banking, insurance, industry, and new political strategies. Rome will never be the same. ============================================== What to Expect: - A grounded story set in the Roman Republic (BCE) - Technological innovation, business, military campaigns, Senate politics, and diplomacy - Based on real history—its religions, places, and historical figures - Smart MC using future knowledge to solve problems - 5 chapters a week, M-F - 10+ chapters ahead on patreon (https://www.patreon.com/cw/MinchoNyangi) ============================================== MinchoNyangi here!  This is the official English edition of [카이사르의 아들이 되었다]. This story was a hit in Korea with over 2 million views(Naver Series), and I have personally revised and expanded this definitive edition specifically for English readers. You won't find this version anywhere else—not even in Korea. Note: This is the only official translation provided by the author. Any versions found on other sites except Royal Road, Webnovel are pirated copies. If you enjoy the story, please support the author by reading the official release here. Thank you

Fate knows that timid people won't amuse her, so she serves them plain death as a conclusion. Being a philosophy student, the sixteen year old Anglo-Japanese Craig Ichinose had a humble yet principled personality. But his main goal was rather jejune : living a decent and respectful life. If there was something he hated the most, it would be standing out from the crowd. He hated to become the centre of attention. However one day, his biggest fear came true as a life-changing event uprooted him from his sweet life of normalcy. Returning home one night from his high school's farewell party, Craig finds himself stuck in an array of supernatural events. He is stabbed in the chest by a mysterious man and as he is about to die, he sees ferrocious, otherworldly creatures appear out of countless red portals. "Please bury me respectfully," is what he ponders on the brink of death, but then, a saviour descends down from the skies who whisks him away to a different world. In this new world, Craig finds out that a mysterious race called the "demons" have waged a war against possibly every life form in existence. He learns that the destruction of his world was not merely an apocalyptic event but a planned invasion by this race. This single event landed the first blow to the strong foundations of his morality. The night he bid farewell to his school became the night he bid farewell to his own world. He accquired the status of a refugee – a stain he will carry forever. In this new world, he tries to survive desperately as he tries to keep up with the moral codes, societal norms of the war-wrecked times. What is this growing cruelty inside? Is violence, hatred and horror justified in a cruel world? Between cruelty and kindness, between optimism and pessimism, between the sweet illusions and the harsh truths, What will Craig choose? Will he stick to his beliefs or will he give them all an egregious re-definition? Those will answered with the continuous march of time, revealing the refugee's and eventually the world's true purpose.

It's been over 300 years since every human, witch, wizard, hag, vampire, centaur, dwarf, and every other supernatural race residing on Earth suddenly found themselves on Floor Zero of the Tower. The population now sits just under 20 million, a sharp contrast to the original 8.2 billion. As a result, anyone under the age of sixteen is required to attend the Academy of Beginnings, a place designed to prepare them for the climb and uncover the mysteries of the Tower—why the System brought them here, and what lies at its peak. But with the highest known completed Floor being Floor 34… they still have a long way to go. Determined to honor his father and mother’s deaths and become the first human to reach the top of the Tower. Deacon Surtr Hayes stands on the cusp of graduating from the Academy of Beginnings, ready to claim his Tier 1 Class and ascend the Tower with his closest friends by his side. At least, that’s what should have happened. Waking up hours before receiving his first Class and finding out that not only was his father alive, but that he wasn’t even human, derailed everything Deacon thought he knew about his future and left him with many questions, the most prevalent being, “What the hell is a Jötunn?” Schedule: 3x a week (Sun, Tues, Thurs) What to expect: [+] Weak to Strong MC [+] Multiple Weapons & Magics [+] Various Mythologies [+] Tower [+] Grimdark [+] Antihero MC [+] Jötunn

Li Xun, an ordinary man originated from the planet of earth find himself transmigrated into another world out of a sudden, while being transmigrated into a world of fantasy is a dream to many, Li Xun included, however, it turn out the world that he transmigrated into is a world of Cultivation, where being that can raze mountain, split the sea, and shatter the star roaming around without a care to the fate of the weak whom they kill in the millions by accident each day. The young man is already planning to write up his last will when he finds out that he doesn’t start his life in this new world from zero. Not only does he have some decent talent in cultivation and a nice family helping him back home, he also has a system transmigrated alongside him. The name of the System is The Ultimate Investment System. From then on, everything changed. "Junior brother, from the look of it, you are just one step away to breaking through the Qi Refining Realm, I happen to have a Spirit Yuan Pill here that can help you guarantee your success!" [Congratulations, Host, for your successful investment, you have gained twenty years worth of closed door cultivation QI!] "My dear friend, I heard that you have been fatally injured by your former ally and have your foundation shattered, thankfully, I have this Grand Dao Dao Golden in my hand, take this, this Pill here would be able to help you restore back your cultivation foundation!" [Congratulations, Host, for your successful investment, you have obtained an Emperor-Grade Weapon!] ........... After many years has passed since he transmigrated into this world, Li Xun, who is in need of dire help, got a lot of aid from those who he had helped in the past. Emperor of Taixuan Empire, once nothing but a poor beggar whom Li Xun found half dead in the middle of the street, brandished his sword toward his enemies and bellowed at them. "If it weren't for my friend Li Xun who saved me and gave me a cultivation technique back then, how could I have achieved what I have today? Whoever opposes Li Xun in the future will be an enemy of my empire, The Great Taixuan Empire!” Not less loud as the Emperor, a Black Dragon whose body stretched into thousands of miles, a publicly known Lord of the Forbidden Zone, let out a sky shattering roar. "Years ago, I was hunted down by my enemies to be turned into Elixir Pill, and I'm still alive right now all because of Li Xun who saved me, Here my decree you worthless maggot! From this day forward, Li Xun's friends are my friends, and Li Xun's enemies are my enemies!"

“Director Matou, the magical effects in your fantasy film looked incredibly realistic! How did you pull them off?” “They were real magic,” Shinji replied without missing a beat. “Director Matou, your historical drama was praised for its uncanny accuracy. How did you manage that?” “I had direct consultation from the people who lived in that era.” “Director, in your tokusatsu films, why does the Ultraman-like hero always use Bajiquan in combat?” “Well, that’s because the actor playing him is none other than the founder of Bajiquan himself.” “Director Matou, why do the female leads in all your films look so… similar? Especially all those Arturia actresses with the same name and face?” “That, my friend, is a long story. And it all begins with a certain mushroom-headed man—” “......” . . . . . Shinji Matou. A prodigious talent in the world of film, a renegade magi who defied the orthodoxy of the Clock Tower, and an eccentric summoner who had long since stopped pretending to get along with his own Servant. A director who blended modern cinema with ancient magecraft. A magus who saw the silver screen as a new kind of reality marble. He stood boldly before a press conference filled with journalists, film critics, and confused magi alike. “I am the greatest Master among Directors—and the greatest Director among Masters!” He declared it like a line straight out of his own movie, with all the pomp and confidence of a man who had rewritten the rules of both cinema and sorcery. The hall fell into an awkward silence. And then, in perfect unison, a thunderous cry echoed from behind the curtains— “SHUT UP AND GET LOST!” ×N A chorus of exasperated Servants, all fed up with his antics. Shinji didn’t flinch. He simply smirked, adjusted his director’s beret, and turned back to the flashing cameras. "Good! Now let’s roll the cameras! Scene one—reality itself."

Animals that people once loved suddenly turned into magical beasts and turned the world upside down. With the mines destroyed and later occupied by magical beasts, humanity was starved of the resources needed to continue fighting them. Fortunately, beings from another world lent their power to humans in the form of avatars. Every human would awaken an avatar and use its power to grow stronger and fight against the beasts. Yet Auric found himself unable to awaken a single avatar. An avatar wasn’t supposed to leave the body of its partner, but his father’s avatar—the black dragon—mysteriously appeared before him, unraveling a series of secrets he had never known before. Did he really fail to awaken an avatar? What exactly was an avatar? Did they really come from another world?

Raze was born as an heir of dukedom but raised as a tool by a mother who saw him as nothing more than a weapon, he learned early that love was a weakness he was never allowed to have. Now, at seventeen, he is sent alone to a distant new world with a single mission to get close to a girl destined to become a catastrophe and bring her back before the cosmos burns. But as time passes, Raze realises that world is far more than what was promised as it holds mysteries, truths and paths far greater than his previous world. And when Raze awakens a power never meant to exist, becoming the Thirteenth Pathholder and creating an entirely new pathway to godhood, he is no longer just a pawn in someone else’s game because now the world itself is watching and so are the gods. —— Chapters Available on Royal Road Under Same Name as Well. Check Patreon For Character Art: https://www.patreon.com/c/AuthorDreamingSage

As his friend's lifeless body fell at the hands of a Seele, Itoshi could do nothing but watch-paralyzed, helpless, broken. Something in him snapped that day. From that moment on, he made a vow: He would never let anyone else suffer the same fate. No matter how far he had to go. No matter how many Seeles he had to put down. Since then, he's traveled the world with his squad, 663, "cleansing" every Seele infestation they find-efficiently, mercilessly. To most, he's a protector. A weapon of justice. But justice has a handler. Enter Miz-the calm within the carnage, or perhaps the one stoking the fire. While Itoshi burns through the world with his Blue Rage, Miz remains the quiet shadow at his side, offering a "humble" smile that hides more than it reveals. Is Miz the anchor keeping Itoshi's humanity intact, or is he merely the architect guiding a broken weapon toward a much darker purpose? Deep down, even Itoshi doesn't know if he's truly fighting for others, or just trying to fill the void that opened when he lost the only person who truly mattered. Maybe it's a mission. Maybe it's penance. Or maybe... with Miz watching every step, it's just an excuse.

In a world where summoners wield the power to call forth vampires, elves, angels, demons, and all humanoid creatures from across the realms, Nathan found himself unable to summon beings except from beasts.  However, those beasts are not ordinary beasts. They are divine beings who once stood at the same level, if not higher, than the legendary creatures the world ever knew.  Casting his gaze to the left, Nathan sees numerous summoners accompanied by the likes of demon kings, archangels, vampire progenitors, and other legendary beings. Turning to the right, a massive army of alien symbiotes is waiting to attack.  There was no fear in his eyes, because standing on his left is a majestic wolf who managed to kill a god, the legendary eight-headed serpent coils on his right, above him is the bird who is glowing like the sun, and behind him is a dragon that once gnawed the roots of the world tree.  “Let the war begin.”

Laia Hayes is just the broke orphan scholarship kid of Aetheris Academy, scraping by on night shifts and skipped meals. All she wants for her 18th realm awakening is a tiny pocket domain, a handful of casual worshippers, and just enough faith tax to cover her tuition. No power games, no fanatic batteries, just a quiet, normal life. Too bad the refugees she picked up from the Chaos Sea aren't what they seem. That ragtag bunch of runaways? They're actually the most powerful overlords of every race—dragon lords, elven archmages, demon princes, even the queen of the rakkasra swarm. They're on the run from a tyrant Greater God, and they're convinced Laia is a hidden Overgod, slumming it among mortals to hide from the world. Now Laia's accidentally built a realm where her "fake refugee believers" are building starships, forging legendary weapons, and revolutionizing industry, turning her tiny pocket realm into the most powerful domain in existence. Everyone at the academy thinks she's the strongest god in the world. And Laia? She's just trying to figure out why her refugees are paying her so much tax that she can afford a hundred new awakening crystals. Who knew the quiet life would turn her into the most powerful god alive?

Transmigrating to the primordial world, Feng Zichen was neither a primordial god nor a primordial being, but rather the weakest being in the primordial world. In this world where birth determines destiny, Feng Zichen, with the spirit of human determination to overcome fate, gradually created his own legend. The Primordial Novel or Honghuang Novels are one of the highest ceiling in the Fantasy Genre in terms of Power so if you don't Understand the Level of powers i will make a separate chapter.

Love has never been about grand gestures or expensive gifts. Yet, many people still misunderstand what it truly means to love someone the right way. How to Love Her Right is not a typical love story—it is a guide to understanding the emotions, silence, and unspoken needs of the woman you love. At its heart, this book carries a simple truth: she is not complicated, she is just unheard. Written for those who love deeply but struggle to express it, this book explores the small yet powerful things that build or break a relationship. It takes you through real and relatable situations—moments where she says “I’m fine” but isn’t, where her silence hides a thousand thoughts, and where a lack of attention slowly turns into insecurity. Instead of judging these emotions, the book helps you understand them. It explains that what she often needs is not solutions or perfect words, but presence, patience, and reassurance. Love is not about saying “I care,” it is about making her feel that she matters—consistently, even on ordinary days. Through simple language and emotional depth, the book highlights the importance of communication—not just speaking, but truly listening. It shows how tone, timing, and small actions can affect her more than big promises ever could. It also brings attention to one of the biggest relationship mistakes: inconsistency. When love feels uncertain, it creates confusion, and confusion slowly breaks trust. But this book is not about blame—it is about growth. It gently guides you on how to treat her better, how to apologize sincerely, and how to create emotional safety in a relationship. It redefines “pampering” her—not as material gifts, but as thoughtful actions, attention to detail, and genuine care. A simple check-in, remembering small things, or being there when she needs you can mean more than anything expensive. The book also encourages self-awareness. It reminds you that love is not just about what you feel, but about how your actions make her feel. You may love her deeply, but if she feels confused or unimportant, then something needs to change. As the journey unfolds, the book paints a clear picture of what real love looks like. It is calm, consistent, and safe. It does not leave her questioning her worth or your intentions. Instead, it gives her peace—a feeling of being valued, respected, and understood. How to Love Her Right is more than a guide—it is a reminder that love becomes beautiful when it is honest, patient, and intentional. Because at the end of the day, she is not asking for too much— she is just asking for the kind of love she gives. And when you truly understand her, you won’t just keep her— you’ll make her feel at home.

Disclaimer: [Slow Burn], [Prose Heavy] Before God spoke the first word, something else was already there. Before the angels were made, before the Heavenly Host drew their first breath, before the seventy-two were bound and the wars were fought and the prayers were written -- there was something sleeping in the bedrock of the world. Something that had culled the primordial chaos down to silence, that had cleared the void so completely that when God arrived, He built His entire creation in the space it left behind. It did not know this. It was asleep. It has been asleep for longer than history has words for. Until an archaeologist with a family secret she'd rather not think about falls through the wrong floor in the Negev desert -- and something that predates the concept of morning opens its eyes. His name is Vothanael, Elkaius in some translations, and in some, He is the Primordial Extinction. He has no language, no framework, no model of what he is. He does not know that the stone wall beside his resting place holds layers of pre-language scripture, the deepest of which contains a message from God Himself -- a confession, a grief, and an instruction nobody has carried out yet. He does not know that the Heavenly Host and the Seventy-Two Demons have been at war for centuries in the world above him. He does not know that both sides are about to find out he exists. What he knows is this: there is a woman with stone dust on her hands who gave him the word for sun on the first morning, and a house that is becoming something he does not have a word for yet, and a wall full of things written for him before writing existed. He is learning the words. One by one. Carefully. *The war above him is about to become very inconsequential in the grand scheme of things*

The apocalypse didn't begin with demons-it began with humans. A mysterious infection spreads from within, twisting people into something unrecognizable. Just as the world begins to collapse, demons emerge-turning chaos into complete destruction. Dharma is just another survivor.... or at least, he should have been. In a world where power awakens under pressure, he gains abilities that allow him to fight back against the infected and the demonic. But power comes with a price-and his isn't something he can see. As he struggles through a broken world of death, instinct and shifting morality, Dharma begins to notice something unsettling: he's changing faster than he should. And he doesn't know if that's a gift -- or the beginning of the end. In this world survival isn't free. You either evolve... or you disappear.

#Gold Tier Winner of WFP26; Setting in the fictional world of Gaia, where special individuals can awaken certain powers within their souls. They are called Arcana Masters. Some awaken beasts, some awaken weapons, while some awaken the power of plants. Some people train to become stronger so that they have the power to protect loved ones, some wish to use it for revenge, some wish to live longer, while some want to be free and use their power however they wish. Yet, there exists a clan, where the descendants only exist to grant death to others so that life and death remain balanced. Follow the journey of Azrael Garcia, the heir of the cursed clan of Death, as he forms friendships while facing betrayals, meeting love, and cutting down enemies in the process. ************** Note: Author isn't born in an English-speaking nation and has no editor either. So, please be understanding if there are any grammatical errors. ************** Author's other contracted novels: War Online, Weapon Seller in the world of magic Author's other notable works: The Last Slytherin, The Sharingan Hyuga, Prince of Kpop ************** You can also support the Author through Patreon or buy a coffee on Ko-fi.com https://www.patreon.com/snowstar https://ko-fi.com/snowstar5061

Currently in rework. Recommended, not to read.

Reincarnating in a fantasy world is something. But what happens if you reincarnate in a body of someone with no combat power. That's what i am going through right now in the body of Oscar in Douluo Dalu continent with Sausage Martial Spirit.

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