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Dimensional Guild

INANIS: The Lost Magic at the Edge of the World

“I will build the greatest magic guild in the world, become the Khalifah Magic, and find INANIS!” A boy named Kael Luminous shouted to the endless sea. In a world with no continents — only millions of islands scattered across three great oceans. The Western Yellow Ocean. The Southern Red Ocean. The Central Green Ocean. Amidst these scattered seas, a rebellious magic guild was born. The Gild Dwan Magic Guild, the only guild brave enough to stand against the World Government formed by the three kingdoms that ruled each ocean. Gild Dwan declared war, defying the caste system that trampled the common folk. The nobles, blessed with stronger magic and bodies favored by mana, forged a cruel order in which they alone decided who would live and who would die — while the powerless, those with no magic and no favor from mana, could only obey. Gild Dwan became the first spark of rebellion. Led by Rajendra, the guild cornered the World Government with a devastating magic he called INANIS. The war between Gild Dwan and the World Government dragged on for years. In the end, Rajendra fell ill and died — but before drawing his last breath, he left behind a final vow: "I have hidden the magic I named INANIS in a place at the edge of the world. Seek it out, and conquer the world with it." Word of his dying words spread like wildfire, and thus began the Era of Magic Guilds. Adventurers rose up everywhere, founding guilds and setting sail for the ends of the earth to claim INANIS for themselves. They sailed with countless dreams in their hearts: INANIS is power. INANIS is wealth. INANIS is peace. And INANIS is a threat. Of course, the World Government, ruled by the magic nobility, would not stand by and do nothing. To them, INANIS was an abomination that could topple their reign. This is the story of a boy who dreams of building the greatest magic guild the world has ever known — who sails the boundless oceans in search of INANIS, and who dares to challenge the tyranny of merciless rulers.
Medy_Deka_Pratama · 1.1K Views

Dimensional Streamer: My Girlfriend Is A Crazy Necromancer!

Bran was just another face in the crowd, an eighteen-year-old grocery store worker struggling to stay afloat after fate struck hard. With his father gone and his mother barely holding on, Bran dropped out of school to support his family, shelving dreams he no longer believed in. But even in the quiet hours of failure, he had one thing left... His stream. A barely-viewed channel. A stubborn ambition. And a dream to become one of the greatest streamers in the world. Hope wasn't smiling on him, and at one point it looked like he was just a guy who's refusing to accept the fact that he was a failure. Then came the day everything changed. What started as a harmless prank, a fake summoning ritual staged with his childhood friend, took a turn no one could have predicted. The fake ritual accidentally turned out to be real, and it was a dark-eyed Necromancer from another dimension. And with her arrival came the System. [Dimensional Streamer System Activated.] [Binding Host: Bran.] [Binding Companion: Lyssandra, New Blood Kind of the Dark World.] Suddenly, Bran isn’t just a nobody with a dream. He’s the chosen face of a multiversal broadcast, traveling across dimensions to complete impossible missions under the eyes of billions... Humans, aliens, monsters, gods. And the rewards? Beyond imagination. [You have successfully completed the mission: Save the Storm.] [You have gained Twenty Million Dimensional Coins.] [You have obtained a sponsor: The Sword King, Bladefather of Skyfire Dimension.] [You have successfully purchased the S-tier Super Radiation Armor! You can now dance in Prime Fire!] [Top Fan Heroine Kadira Nova has sent a Voice Message! Tap to listen for Five Hundred Thousand Dimensional Coins.] [Top Fan Princess Rena of New Dawn has sent you a Private Message. Read for One Million Dimensional Coins.] [You have reached 100 Billion Followers! You have gained the Title: Dimensional Streamer!] Just like that, the Dimensional Streamer System brought his dream to life, transforming him from a petty, unnoticed streamer into a multiversal streaming hero, all by completing dangerous and thrilling missions. And he wasn't alone. By his side was the lone beautiful Necromancer, who turned out to be his companion... But the everyone said she's CRAZY?
Reaper_XXD · 552 Views

Buffer Waifu : Awakening Beyond the Code

Buffer Waifu: Awakening Beyond the Code Livia, a psychology student, falls into a coma after an accident. Her consciousness awakens in the MMORPG Aethelgard as a unique NPC, "Mental Supporter Lv. 1." Thrown into the chaos of the Bloodbath & Beyond guild, Livia aids players (Ethan, Rian, Sari, Dimas, Bima, Alex, Mei) in overcoming their traumas using her empathy skills, from Empathy Spark to Soul Cascade. Despite despising the viral nickname "Buffer Waifu," her abilities inadvertently awaken other NPCs, drawing the attention of Cleaners and the Overseer, data-deletion AIs from DEVS ORIGINALS. Pulled into the digital prison of World Dev-0, Livia forms an alliance with "reject" NPCs, realizing she's an "emotional anomaly" in a DEVS experiment. She escapes, returning to Aethelgard, and reunites with her guild, where a romance with Ethan blossoms amidst the struggle. In the real world, Rian uncovers a DEVS ORIGINALS conspiracy: they're extracting "emotional data" from comatose individuals, including Livia. DEVS unleashes the Core Purifier and Ethereal Purge, entities attacking Livia across both worlds. Livia, torn between her game reality and her hospital bed, faces a crucial choice. Through therapy and emotional bonds, Livia helps her guild resolve their traumas. She also fulfills a promise to NPC Clara, finding her child in the real world. After a climactic battle across two realities, Livia fully awakens. However, a final warning from DEVS ORIGINALS—"The game is not over yet"—hints that Livia's destiny remains intertwined with the digital world. This is a story of discovering identity, love, and fighting manipulation for freedom between two worlds.. Buffer Waifu : Awakening Beyond the Code is a reebot from my other story : I Accidentally Became a guild Therapists.
D_SOE · 3.1K Views

Strongest Pawn Of The King Project

In the Empire of Vaelgard, the path to the throne isn’t won by blood alone but by brilliance, battle, and the King Project. Through the halls of King’s Academy, elite guilds compete for the right to ascend as royal successors. Every student is ranked by the system’s divine seal, determined by the Aspect Talents they awaken: Valor for Knights, Dominion for Kings, Clarity for Queens... and Insight—a low-tier Aspect most suited for Pawns. Lucian Greyveil was a Pawn. A commoner. A no-name. But he was also the mastermind behind Guild Aetherion, the top-ranking guild of the Kings project. He crafted their strategies. Predicted enemy moves. Covered weaknesses. He never sought the crown—he only wanted a place to belong. That was his first... and last mistake. When Aetherion rose to the rank of eligible royal successors, the nobles no longer needed a founding member that was lowborn pawn. Lucian was discarded without fanfare—replaced by a noble-born with a higher-ranked Aspect. He didn’t rage. He didn’t beg. He simply bowed... and left with a promise: "I will return. And will claim that throne... And your heads." Vanishing into obscurity, Lucian began assembling a new guild—one made not of prodigies, but rejects. Not of royals, but rogues. He trained them, pushed them. Now, a new guild emerges from the shadows. The Black Sigil. And as the final stage of the King Project approaches, the nobility will learn: perhaps a pawn could be the strongest piece on the board when played right.
Zurbluris · 1.1K Views

I Accidentally Became A Guild's Therapist

> [ Hello, amazing readers! We wanted to give you a quick heads-up about the story you're currently enjoying, "THE THERAPIST: I Accidentally Became a Guild Therapist". This is the original version of Livia's journey, and as you might have noticed, it's designed to be a bit more in-depth. This means the pacing might feel a little slower at times, focusing on character development and world-building that might not always be ideal for quick mobile reads. But don't worry, Livia's original adventure will absolutely continue! We're committed to bringing you every single chapter of this unique story. However, if you're looking for a version of "The Therapist" that's perhaps a bit more "Webnovel Friendly" – with a faster, easier-to-follow plot and a pacing that's tailored for a more dynamic reading experience – you might want to check out the rebooted version! It's titled "BUFFER WAIFU: Awakening Beyond the Code" and is available in my story list. It's built from the ground up to offer a fresh, engaging take on Livia's world, perfect for those who love a more streamlined, action-packed narrative. Thank you for your incredible support, whether you're with us for the deep dives of the original or the fast-paced thrill of the reboot! ] > *I Accidentally Became A Guild Therapists* Welcome to Aethelgard — where emotions glitch harder than any dragons. Livia was just your average psychology student—until she got hit by a motorcycle, fell into a coma… and woke up inside an MMORPG. Not as a hero. Not as a mage. Not even as a legendary assassin. No. She respawned as an NPC Mental Supporter Lv.1 — a useless class with zero attack skills and zero respect from literally anyone. She thought her new life was doomed. Until the strongest (and most mentally unstable) guild in the game, Bloodbath & Beyond, “kidnapped” her... …and made her their official guild therapist. Monsters fear them. The developers can’t delete them. And only Livia stands between them and complete emotional implosion.
D_SOE · 15K Views

The Guilded Curse

Chapter 0 – Ashes of a Daughter Place: The Ruined Palace Date: Late winter, Year 768 The palace burned. What once stood tall in white stone and gold banners now crumbled in smoke and ruin. Screams had long faded. Blood dried too fast in the winter wind. The flag of Eltharion lay trampled in the mud, and beneath it all, Vireya stood alone. Her armor was cracked. Her blade, gone. She had killed and bled and shielded—and still, they lost. And yet she stood. On shattered marble steps, her father—the king—watched the last member of his kingdom flicker in the girl before him. He had not fled. He had not begged. But he had not answered her warnings, either. “Do you see it now?” Vireya whispered. Her voice was hoarse from ash and war. “He used us. Everything I said… everything you ignored—” Silence. He didn’t argue. He never had to. He was the king. She was the weapon. She took one step closer. Blood leaked from the cut at her ribs. The world spun. “I’ve fought every battle for you. Spilled every drop they asked.” Her voice softened. “And I came back each time hoping—just hoping—you’d see me.” Still nothing. The wind picked up, bitter and sharp. Her fingers trembled as they reached for her chest plate. She couldn’t breathe. She wasn’t sure she wanted to anymore. “If I were born again,” she said, eyes dull, “would you ever… love me?” He met her gaze, just once. But no answer came. No apology. No denial. Only the quiet shame of a man who realized too late what he had broken. Vireya’s lips trembled with a hollow smile. “That’s what I thought.” Her sword slipped from her hand. “I hope I’m never your daughter again.” And then—her knees gave out. The world tilted. Darkness swelled around the corners of her vision. But just before the fall, she felt arms catch her. Solid, trembling. Too late. She closed her eyes. Place: The Garden of Eltharion Date: Early spring, Year 756 The air was too still. Leaves rustled overhead, casting dappled shadows across her face. The scent of pine and soft earth clung to her skin—but beneath it, the sharp sting of memory. Vireya’s eyes opened slowly. The sky above was too blue. The silence is too clean. No fire. No blood. Her throat ached—dry, parched, and burning like she’d swallowed smoke. She coughed weakly, and her hand flew to her side— But there was no wound. Only the phantom pain of where a blade had once pierced her. The memory of steel sang louder than the wind. She pushed herself upright, limbs trembling. Her body was smaller. Softer. Younger. “No...” The word caught in her throat. Her voice was barely a whisper. The last thing she remembered was dying—falling in her father’s arms after giving up the hope of being loved. And now… this? Footsteps. She flinched instinctively, body coiled for defense. But it was only a girl—barefoot, with soft steps and a plain brown dress. Her maid. Lune. Mute. Loyal. Eyes like dusk, always watching but never judging. Without a word, Lune knelt beside her and gently offered a glass of water. Vireya stared at it for a long moment. In her old life, Lune had been the only one who never asked anything of her. Never spoke behind her back. Never looked away from her. Her fingers shook as she took the cup. The water touched her lips. Cold. Real. “Thank you,” she rasped. Her voice cracked. “You're still here.” Lune only bowed her head, then reached out to brush a leaf from Vireya’s tangled hair. A quiet gesture. Familiar. And just like that, tears pricked behind Vireya’s eyes—but didn’t fall. She drank. Slowly. The water didn't ease the ache in her chest.
Arii_137 · 1K Views
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