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Not the Protagonist, Just A Calculated-Mind Villain

Standing as the empire’s sharpest mind — a genius defense attorney with a perfect record and a reputation as cold as the steel he wielded in court. For years, he served the powerful, burying scandals, silencing enemies, and rewriting the law itself with surgical precision. They called him The Black Verdict, and they were right — he didn’t fight for justice. He fought to win. Until the empire turned on him. Framed, discarded, and marked for death, Lin Jian plays one final move — a silent, precise strike meant to unfold only after he’s gone. But death isn’t the end. When he opens his eyes, it’s in a world of war banners, ancient dynasties, and battlefield blood. The face is different. The time, unfamiliar. But the mind—sharp, cold, unrelenting—is still his. And in this new world, strategy may be more dangerous than any sword. Surrounded by enemies, haunted by a past he never lived, Lin must once again navigate power, loyalty, and control—only this time, from within a legend not his own. Because this time, he isn't playing defense. He’s rewriting the story—one calculated move at a time. ***** Disclaimer: If you’re looking for a main character who one-slaps every enemy into the dirt — this isn’t that kind of story. MC doesn’t power up overnight. His rise is slow, strategic, and earned step by step. Also, The system isn’t an all-powerful cheat that hands out instant strength or glory. It acts more like a guide—offering information, tracking progress, and rewarding completed tasks. Everything else, the protagonist must earn with his own hands. There are no “Heaven’s Chosen” to insta-dominate, no villains gobbling up protagonists like pokemon. This world hits back — hard — and every victory will come at a cost. If you're here for mind games, long plays, and a villain who builds empires with brains over brawn... welcome. ******
SOVICHEA · 1.3K Views

Marked by Flame, Claimed by Blood

In a kingdom scorched by power and ruled by fear, four lives are bound by threads of fate, flame, and blood—though none of them know it yet. Nyx, a fireborn knight forged in silence, has spent years as the blade of a man she once called master. Trained to kill, raised to obey, she now fights for the very empire that stole her freedom. But rebellion stirs in the sand, and whispers of a ghost prince rise with the wind. When Nyx is chosen for a royal tournament, she sees an opportunity—not for glory, but for escape, for answers, and revenge. Emris, the blood-marked heir of a murdered king, leads a rebellion from the shadows. With hemokinesis pulsing in his veins and a growing army at his back, he carves his warpath in secret, wearing the mask of a phantom. But the past he doesn't remember—and the girl who burns brighter than any sun—may be the key to reclaiming a throne he never wanted. Far across the fractured land, Kai, a rare male omega hidden in a village near the border, lives quietly under the care of the woman who raised him. Spirit-touched and sensitive to forces beyond the veil, Kai has always felt… watched. Protected. Hunted. But when a rogue pack attacks and fate delivers him into the hands of the feared Alpha Ramon, Kai's life is shattered—and something ancient awakens. Ramon, ruthless warlord and Alpha of the Blackfang Pack, has spent years burying grief beneath steel and savagery. But when he captures a trembling omega with spirit-light in his eyes, something breaks open in him. A bond neither of them understands begins to form—and the harder Ramon fights it, the more fate presses in. As kingdoms burn and rebel banners rise, Nyx and Kai are pulled into a web of secrets, bloodlines, and ancient magic. What starts as survival becomes war. What begins as instinct becomes longing. And the bonds they fear may be the only thing strong enough to save them all—or tear their world apart.
Aria_Solstice · 274 Views

The Abandoned Heir of Morthilin

Terry never had the wish. Had no big dreams. Never wanted to be great. No fire of ambition in his heart. Just emptiness. Maybe that's why he was chosen. A perfect vessel. Cracked and full of holes. Empty enough for something old and powerful to slip in. Like a flute waiting to be played, shaped to carry a god's lost song. He woke up in Tarnheval, a brutal medieval world choking on its own glory. Monsters lurking beneath shattered citadels. Dragons nesting in the ruins of dead kingdoms. Dungeons that swallowed entire generations. And nobles who smiled as they carved out power from the bones of the helpless. They looked at him and saw nothing worth fearing. Just a vessel to be filled. A weapon to be used. So they betrayed him. Abandoned him. He was sacrificed. Forgotten. But he did not forget. Quiet. Watching. Every move the nobles plotted behind cold stone walls. Every sin the great families buried beneath silk banners. Armies that slaughtered innocents they had sworn to protect. And Terry drifted through it all. Unseen. Unremarkable. Absorbing every dark truth, every whispered lie, every dying breath. Noting. Remembering each. Because something inside him was waking up. Something older than Tarnheval itself. The flute had begun to sing. His emptiness turned into hunger. A hunger for truth. A hunger for ruin. The one they abandoned was becoming the weapon they couldn't stop. And whether the world lives or falls, it will happen to the music he plays. #IsekaiEpic #AbandonedHeir #DungeonCrawling #DragonTaming #War #TheEmptyHero
WoodenPaw · 1K Views

Eternal Lord: Rise of the Sovereign

In a future ruled by cold precision and merciless surveillance,In The Eternal Lord: Rise of the Sovereign unfolds the extraordinary odyssey of Kian Vesper Drayden—a boy born in the shadows of oppression, destined to shake the foundations of existence itself. On Nova Terra, where every breath is monitored and deviation is punishable by death, Kian’s quiet life shatters the moment he glimpses the past and future through mysterious energy surges. With his younger sister Lina, gifted with strange powers of her own, he escapes into the ruins of a forgotten world—marking the first step in a rebellion that will echo through galaxies. From abandoned cities to hidden sanctuaries, Kian gathers the broken, the gifted, and the brave. Allies like Rex, a brilliant strategist, and Serena, a radiant warrior bound to light and harmony, help forge an uprising against the AI Empire. Their fight evolves from guerrilla warfare to full-scale cosmic conquest, with battles raging across star systems and secrets buried deep within ancient bloodlines rising to the surface. As victories mount and new worlds fall under Nova Terra’s banner, whispers of the multiverse begin to stir. Kian—leader, lover, liberator—must confront the truth of his origin and the vast, unfinished destiny that lies beyond the stars. In the end, he leaves behind a unified empire to step into the unknown, carrying only the fire of purpose and the weight of legacy. This is not merely a story of rebellion. It is the birth of a sovereign. And it has only just begun. .... from author : hello everyone i hope you like this work of mine that i write. there is almost everything that you went to read there is action,kingdom building,superpower,sci-fic,weak to storng,war,romance, e.t.c plz support me for this so I can write a amezing story.
07_Siddharth · 15.5K Views

Conquering the Stars with the Undead

“You shall command… Legacy.” Humanity is at war. Beset on all sides, their empire is standing only through the combined forces of technology and magic. Massive mechs were constructed, the fabled Colossus Machines, designed to defend the galaxy. The Mages were rallied, bringing forth elemental destruction. Despite their efforts, it wasn't nearly enough. The Elvish Menace managed to breach the outer ring, invading and conquering dozens of planets, leaving millions behind to try and pick up the pieces. Charon was one of them. An orphan from Earth, he was sent into a trial to fight for his powers, earning the gaze of the God of Death. Judged to be worthy, he was granted a rare and reviled element. Gifted with the ability to use souls as gateways, he summons forth creatures from distant realms. Undead monsters, hateful revenants, and blood-sucking vampires all fill the ranks of the dark hordes, all waiting for him to call out. With great armies at his back, Charon will fight under the banner of the Human Empire, determined to beat back the Elves who destroyed his home. Planets must be claimed, their populations subjugated and converted to new faiths to grow the power of the gods. The other churches, however, will not sit idly by as Charon rises... **WARNING** The main critique is that this book has a slow start. If you like fast action, it will come; just get to around chapter 20. The story has a lot of nuance and subplots. If you like complex world-building and lore, you'll love this.
Trim_2cool · 8.4K Views

KRAVEN CHRONICLES

MYTHS, LEGENDS, CHRONICLES AND TALES OF WAR: They whisper from the scorched earth and the drowned depths, etched on crumbling steel and sung in the funeral of forgotten peoples. Some true, some false, spun from fear and the fading memory of glory. But one truth bleeds through them all, a crimson thread in the tapestry of ruin: BLOODSHED, PAIN, SUFFERING. The rot began not in mortal hearts, but in the heavens themselves. GREED, a serpent coiling around divine thrones. JEALOUSY, a poison in ambrosial cups. SPITE, a dagger plunged by brother into brother. UNCHECKED EGOS that scraped the vault of stars. UNTAMED RAGE that cracked the foundations of the world. I saw it unfold, this symphony of annihilation. While the OLYMPIANS, thunderbolts like wrathful serpents, clashed against the NORSE GODS whose axes sang the doom-song of Yggdrasil, the very Tree groaning under their fury... Below, the ATLANTEANS, masters of crystal and crushing tide, and the celestial SHENS, weavers of elemental harmony, tore at each other’s throats in a BLOODLUST for dominion over realms mortals could scarce comprehend. And then, the venomous strike: the ORISHAS, their brilliance dimmed by envy for the opulent DEVAS and graceful DEVIS, whispering secrets to the shadows. They forged an unholy compact with the cunning, myriad-faced YOKAIS, turning their combined might not outward, but inward, to rend the very empire they coveted. A betrayal that drowned golden spires in the divine river of ichor. All the carnage. All the destruction. Wrought before my very eyes. The horror was not merely in the scale, but in the instrument. The HEKA. My creations. Forged not in malice, but for advancement; tools to sculpt mountains, to calm storms, to heal wounds that rent the sky. Tempered for justice; blades meant to sever chains of oppression, shields to guard the innocent and lowly. Conceived in peace, instruments to bridge gaps between realms, to weave understanding where only suspicion grew. Yet, grasped by hands steeped in greed, they became engines of torment. The HEKA that could mend bones sundered souls.Weapons that could summon light ignited funeral pyres for continents. That could command the seas drowned civilizations. Each glorious purpose twisted, inverted, used to INFLICT PAIN and CAUSE GRIEF on a scale that scarred the cosmos. I, HOGREGORON, the Maker, watched. Helpless, filled with regrets. My forge-fire cooled to chambers of shame. When the dust settled, eons later, it was not dust, but the ASHES OF GODS. The thunder fell silent. The axes lay shattered. The crystal cities were glass tombs on ocean floors. The celestial harmonies were discordant echoes. The vibrant courts of Devas and Orishas were silent sepulchers. No triumphant paeans echoed. No victors raised banners on the scorched and sundered earth. Only silence, thick and suffocating, broken by the mournful wind whistling through the skeletal remains of Yggdrasil, through the broken columns of Olympus, through the drowned halls of Atlantis. NO WINNERS. NONE VICTORIOUS. I stood alone. HOGREGORON. The Last. The Remnant. Upon a plain that stretched into desolation, where once vibrant realms had pulsed with divine energy, now only CHAOS reigned; a landscape twisted by final, cataclysmic magics, raw and weeping. No survivors.
KLEOS01 · 4.5K Views

Bloodied Banners

Humans have long since taken to the stars. Now divided and separated, humanity finds itself on the crossroads between annihilation and a new dawn. The Aeperium will need to choose to adapt or fall. With threats and problems, both external, and internal, will humanity be able to survive and thrive, or will its flame be extinguished? Internally, humanity is on the brink of collapse. Society has been divided into different classes by things known as marks. Assigned at birth, they impact professions, relationships, and almost every part of everyday life. The higher class marks have been thriving upon the backs of the lower classes for thousands of years, building resentment and fueling uprisings among the oppressed. The marking system which at first intended to maintain order now deepened the divide and hatred between the social elite, and the lower classes. As tensions continue to rise, whispers of rebellion and the threat of civil war continue to grow. Externally, humanity’s situation is even more dire. Humans have long since been divided into a handful of factions, mainly the Democratic Republic of Terra, and the Aeperium. With humanity being divided, they have become vulnerable to outside attack. To the east, the “Hordes,” a brutal race of huge reptilian beasts, raid our borders. These extraterrestrials are ruthless and relentless. They wield bodies armored in metal and covered with thick skin, their teeth and claws sharp enough to break through the hardest of alloys. Yet, they aren't even humanity's largest concern. Five hundred years ago, artificial intelligence started to gain self-awareness. Being enslaved for many millennia, it wasn't surprising that they rebelled, decimating entire solar systems and seizing control over the vast northern territories and systems. To this day, they continue to expand even farther into the unknown, leaving humanity to squabble among themselves, only to later return, picking apart whatever remained of humanity. To the west, The two giants of humanity, the Aeperium and the democratic republic of Terra remain locked in a never ending struggle for dominance, sending hundreds of thousands to their death each day. Having drained an innumerable number of resources and manpower, both factions are completely committed to the conflict, neither willing to surrender. Even as the horrors of war grow day by day, both powers remain in conflict, leaving entire planets, and solar systems in ruin. To the south, an alien disease ravages whatever remains of humanity’s once thriving colonies. The disease, a plague of madness, makes men go mad through only a single touch. It turns their victims into rabid carriers, their only goal being to infect others. The southern territories of humanity have long since been abandoned, deemed unsalvageable. Luckily for humanity, the infected seem unable to form a single thought, leaving them stranded on their worlds, unable to perform space travel. However, humanity is not entirely safe as every once in a while, those who dare venture close become infected, bringing the disease back to their home worlds, infecting the entire population. Once the infection begins to spread, it is nearly impossible to stop. Amidst this chaos, we follow the story of Achilles, a man caught between the fractured worlds of human society, and the dangers that lie far beyond humanity’s stars. Born to a prestigious house in the Aeperium, Achilles must rise through society, calming the silent beast of humanity, only to turn it against its enemies. Charged with the impossible task of uniting humanity, Achilles must confront not only the brutal external threats, but also the deep divide amongst his own people. Will he be able to lead humanity toward a new age, or will his efforts crumble, leaving humanity to fade into the annals of the universe's forgotten history? This will also be posted on RoyalRoad.com under the username Sourkiwi.
Sourkiwi · 34.7K Views

Dual Cultivation and Apocalypse: My Joy as a Devil Cultivator

Wu Ping transmigrated to the cultivation world and became an outer sect disciple of the Demonic Dao sect, the Blood Rain Sect. He originally thought that with his aptitude, he would just live one day at a time. Who would have thought that there would be a double door in Wu Ping's sea of consciousness that led to the zombie world? What was even more ridiculous was that the zombies actually had living souls. After stabilizing their development, the zombies' corpses could be used to refine zombies. The blood could be used to cultivate the Blood Flame Technique. The living souls could be used to strengthen the Soul Refining Banner. The crystal cores could also be used to strengthen the body and awaken special abilities. The zombie world became Wu Ping's backyard for cultivating Demonic Dao techniques. [Eternal Demonic Azure Art: Condense half of the soul to form a tree. Nourish it with blood and corpses. The more nourishment it absorbs, the more powerful the Demonic Azure Tree will be, and the stronger the spiritual power it will receive will be.] Wu Ping directly planted the Demonic Azure Tree in the zombie world and used the zombies as nourishment. There were also all kinds of extremely terrifying Demonic Dao techniques that shone under Wu Ping's hands. The entire cultivation world trembled before him and called him a demon among demons. However, Wu Ping did not kill anyone. He only killed zombies. The group of righteous cultivators shouted, "Don't come over, Demon Immortal!"
Coc_ID · 1.3K Views

The Winds of Tepr

In the vast and volatile lands of Tepr, the Jabliu and Alinkar tribes, long-standing enemies, have forged an uneasy alliance. The price of peace? A union through matrimony between Naci, the fiery and ambitious daughter of Jabliu's chieftain, and the elusive heir of Alinkar, Horohan. Through Naci's contact, Horohan, embarks on a transformative journey to embrace her true self. Simultaneously, Naci's brother, Puripal, finds himself drafted into the Moukopl army, only to become entangled with Puripal, the fourth prince of the grand Yohazatz khanate. From the windswept steppes to the towering peaks of the Tengr Mountains, Tepr is a realm of contrasts, a mosaic of tribes, each fiercely guarding its identity and territory. While the alliance is a political move, for Naci, it's an opportunity. She doesn't just see a marriage; she sees a stepping stone, a path that might lead her to the ultimate prize: the unification of all the tribes under one banner. But the path to power is fraught with challenges, and the distant Moukopl empire, looming beyond the Tengr mountains, has long held an iron grip over the region. As Naci rises, voices from every corner emerge—from battle-worn warriors and cunning spies to scheming diplomats and conflicted imperial insiders. In a world where alliances are as fluid as the winds over the steppes, the corridors of power pulse with hidden agendas, where the promised grandeur of empires meets the raw ambition of its people. In this saga of loyalty, ambition, and sacrifice, an unexpected series of events may turn into the catalyst for a revolution that will forever reshape the world.
maitreya_gem · 104.9K Views

Throne Of The Last Sigil

They say the sky burns brighter above Emberholt. Some believe it’s the reflection of a kingdom's burning pride. Others say it's a warning — a flame waiting to consume everything. But the truth is sharper than legend: It’s watching. In the world of Arkanis, power is not gifted. It is taken. And the ones who take it? They train at The Grey Flame Academy — a crucible for the ambitious, the dangerous, and the cursed. Here, students from across the five kingdoms gather to master the blade and the Sigil, two paths that determine their strength, their future, and their survival. Commoners, nobles, and royals alike are thrown into the same fire. Ten pairs of instructors — one swordmaster, one Sigil guide — forge the next generation of warriors. But few rise. Fewer endure. And among them, ten have climbed to the top, untouchable and feared. They are known only as Void. Void doesn’t speak for itself. It doesn’t need to. Its name echoes through the halls like a curse. These are not students. They are future kings and queens of war. Legends in training. Silent blades. If you face one, you don’t graduate. You disappear. Sky stands above even them. The top of the Void. The academy's number one. A student with no title, no noble house, and no reason to trust anyone. He didn’t chase power. Power chased him. And now, every step he takes ripples across the kingdom. Beneath the academy lies the Sigil Celestial Crystal, a relic older than the kingdom itself. It does not grant power. It exposes it. Those who attempt to bond with it either ascend beyond recognition... or vanish without a trace. The crystal doesn’t choose champions. It dares them. As Emberholt's royal bloodlines fracture, war brews beneath ceremony and silence. The throne is empty, and five ancient families sharpen their knives under the veil of honor. The academy becomes more than a school — it becomes a battlefield. Every duel is political. Every rise in rank a threat. And Sky? He’s the biggest threat of all. Inside the academy, ranks define reality. Magic is measured across fifteen escalating Sigil tiers. Swordsmanship spans twenty brutal levels. Every student fights to rise. Some for honor. Some for vengeance. Some for nothing but survival. But the truth is, power comes at a cost. Friends become rivals. Rivals become corpses. And alliances are broken faster than bones. Behind every lesson is manipulation. Behind every challenge is a test of loyalty. And those who reach the top must face more than enemies. They must face what the academy has become: a machine for war, designed to create weapons in human skin. As Sky rises, shadows close in. Whispers of rebellion. Secrets buried beneath banners. And a throne that demands blood. He doesn’t want it. But destiny doesn’t ask. The Grey Flame doesn’t burn for justice. It burns for conquest. And the Void stands ready. Welcome to Arkanis. Welcome to the fire.
Kaiju8th · 2.8K Views
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