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The Sanguinarian Empire spans oceans, its banners soaked in stolen blood and broken promises. In the middle isles, resistance is annihilated beneath silver tipped boots,ancient powers stir-forgotten gods hungry for power, their shadows creeping through shattered kingdoms and whispered prayers In the land fractured by war, corruption, conquest, and faith twisted into chains, the people rise in desperate rebellion. Some seek justice. Others are hungry for vengeance. All are pawns in a game older than time. Where empires are built on bones and the divine -weave their schemes in fire and blood . The people are forced to obey in silence. Among them walks Lucian—Raised in the palace halls yet his true place a secret even from himself. He moves through a world of shifting loyalties and lies, haunted by the shadows of both mortal and divine. His fate was written in scars nobody else could see. when the fragile balance is destroyed, Lucian finds himself swallowed by a darkness older than the gods themselves. what he becomes in that silence will echo through the kingdoms—though no one yet knows his name. In the shadows of gods returned and empires crumbling, a new force awakens. A heart forged in Iron. And the fire that comes will spark a reckoning the gods forgot.

[There will be Some Mature Content!!] Reo Steal a SSS-Ranked Pendant and got chase down by a Two Faction Dark Aether and Union In a world where superpowers awakened and monsters emerged, humanity united under one banner. Or so it seemed. The Union, formed to protect the people, became corrupt—doubling taxes, silencing dissent, and ruling the cities with an iron fist. Behind them stood untouchable elites who could do anything they pleased. Opposing them from the shadows is Dark Aether, a villainous group of unmatched strength and twisted ideologies. And caught in between... were the innocent. Reo suffered under both factions. In his final breath, he swore an oath: If I get another chance… I’ll burn both of them to the ground. Reincarnated into a younger body, Reo awakens in a school building, bruised and battered from yet another beating—this time by someone backed by the Union. has been bullying this body A screen flashes before him. [SYSTEM ACQUIRED] [Goddess seducing System] [Could Summon Goddess +1] What starts as a path of vengeance and filled with danger Reo can grow stronger by pleasuring the summoned Goddess and fulfilling The System needs and Make history Carving his Path Being the Fastest Human too have Grown Stronger also having his ability in Reo Past Life Cloning ability A modern-era revenge fantasy laced with power, mystery, and dangerously tempting blessings. The world is 100 times larger than Earth, and so is the scale of betrayal—and the pleasure that comes with vengeance. --- and basically summary Weapon Crafting That Reo stole the body posessing it and Cloning Power was Reo ability in his Past life and The system was not supposed too be in Reo hand's but the SSS-Ranked Pendant he used stole it and possessed the body ultimately getting the system if you want adventures with some +18 that the world is extremely vast People Schemed Different regions that are 20x larger than Earth

This is a game of deities. This is a fallen world. This is an endless voyage. Amidst the ruins of a shattered reality, a race known as "humans" dares to stake their existence on the faint glimmer of hope. "I shall return unto you the trials we once endured," proclaims a man of benevolent smile as he stands atop the pinnacle of the world. With fluttering banners, he gazes upon the radiant tapestry of the cosmos. He points a single finger toward the distant stars. Boom! A thunderous explosion shatters the silence, echoing across the desolate landscape.

The soil of **Cannae** runs crimson, a haunting stain of Roman ambition and Carthaginian cunning. There, at the zenith of his prowess and the precipice of devastating defeat in **216 BCE**, **General Titus Valerius**, a veteran hardened by a thousand battles, falls amidst a storm of steel. His final thoughts are not of surrender, but of the unyielding ferocity that only a Roman can know. Yet, death does not claim him. Instead, an incomprehensible force rips him from the carnage, casting him into a vast, silent sea of **black and white pages**, a cosmic archive of history. Titus does not know he is trapped. He awakens, again and again, in unfamiliar bodies, in eras of splendor and ruin, hurled randomly through the centuries of **ancient Rome**. In the blink of an eye, he can transition from a humble **plebeian** in a decaying Athens under Roman rule, to a **legionary** fighting for the Republic's survival on blood-soaked fields, or even to a **dignitary** in the opulent days of the Empire. Each life is a rebirth, each era a new stage, but Titus's essence, the memory of his legions, and his tactical genius burn undimmed within him. Haunted by **premonitions** and the uncanny familiarity of events that should not yet have transpired, Titus is inevitably drawn into the conflicts and turning points of his beloved Rome. He fights with the same valor and strategic brilliance of old, striving with every fiber of his being to shape destiny, save lives, avert disaster. But the "Loop" is relentless. Every personal victory, every small deviation he achieves, is rewritten by an unseen cosmic hand. Wars end as they must, empires fall in their destined time, and the great figures of history fulfill their roles, untouched by his desperate efforts. **"The Eternal General's Loop"** is a raw and emotional tale of a man condemned to witness the history he so loves, trapped within an unbreakable cage of time. It is the odyssey of a warrior who refuses to yield, again and again, in an endless cycle of glory, bloodshed, and despair. But as the centuries of Rome unfold, whispers of a greater, more daunting truth begin to surface. **Beyond the familiar eagles and legions, echoes of other ages stir.** He will face the brutal attrition of a **Hundred Years' War**, the shadow of the **Black Death** sweeping across continents, and perhaps even stand witness to the fiery resolve of a maiden named **Joan**, her banner raised in defiance. He may find himself caught in the fervent zeal of a **Holy War**, where faith drives armies and empires clash over sacred lands. And beyond these more commonly known trials, there lie deeper currents in the tapestry of time, moments and empires far removed from the Roman sphere, hinting at the true, terrifying extent of his eternal burden. Will this eternal soldier ever grasp the nature of his condemnation? Or is he destined to remain merely an anomaly, a silent scream in the unstoppable river of history, as time itself unfolds, again and again, before his bewildered eyes?

Chase was born with no name worth remembering. No house to claim, no banner to carry—only the frail warmth of a dying father and the legend of a mother who vanished the night he first opened his eyes. And yet, in the quiet hours between sickness and sleep, his father still spoke of her as if she were something more than mortal—an echo of divinity itself, cloaked in mystery and sorrow. Years passed. Seasons came and went. And the boy grew beneath a roof of cracked timbers, with no fortune but the stories of the woman he would never know. But destiny has no need of crowns or titles. The story begins not in triumph, but in ruin—on a night when Chase wakes to the scent of scorched embers, the cries of a village being torn apart, and the first taste of the chaos that would one day carry his name across the world. For on that night, as the flames devoured everything he had ever loved, a boy was born.

“You shall command… Legacy.” Charon thought he would grow up to be a hero, a savior, a shining light for all humans across the galaxy. But 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. DISCORD: https://discord.gg/BJ3DTumc29

Birth, aging, sickness, and death are all part of being human. Li Qing, who was never afraid of dying, suddenly gains the ability to see exactly how much lifespan he has left — and that freaks him out! Fortunately, refining artifacts grants him additional lifespan. So, he decides: “Let’s live for tens of thousands of years first, then worry about everything else!” [Successfully refined a Mortal-Grade Weapon: Refined Iron War Halberd — Lifespan +5 months!] [Successfully refined a Supreme-Grade Magical Artifact: Heavenly Net Banner — Lifespan +70 years!] [Successfully refined a Transcendent Spirit Treasure: Annihilation Furnace — Lifespan +3000 years!] (Immortality Survival + Artifact Refining + Dual Worlds) Read Ahead on P.atreon@AnubisTL

[Ultra Short Version - Terry has game abilities—XP leveling, resource gathering, crafting items in seconds, spamming them in battle, and even granting others the same powers.] ------ [Short version] Terry's soul was a hollow flute. Isekai'd into a brutal world of monsters and dungeons, but with game-like powers, he was used as a pawn, then betrayed and abandoned. But in that emptiness, something ancient began to stir. Now he drifts unseen, collecting every secret and sin, his hollow core twisting into a hunger no one can escape. The flute has begun to sing. And when he plays, the world that cast him aside will drown in the music of his revenge. ----------------- [Long Version] 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

Sion, an ordinary man who woke up in the world of a cultivation novel as one of the minor villains whose fate was tragic—dying at the hands of the protagonist in order to further the plot. Fortunately, he obtained a strange system: [Villain Cultivation System]. "Follow the plot and help the protagonist's development, and you will return to your original world," the system promised. So, Sion played his villain role with conscience. Provoking? Okay. Dying on schedule? Arranged. But three decades have passed... the main protagonist has long since crossed the world and disappeared from the stage of the story. But Sion has not returned. In fact, he is now the Great Leader of the Xianhe Sect, feared by the world. Until one day, he found one thing that made his blood run cold—a sequel to the novel. And with it... the young and wounded "future villains" appeared, gathering under the banner of his sect. Sion: "You guys... why are you here?!" [Villain Cultivation System]: "Those villains are just misplaced protagonists. If they are not saved, they will turn completely black... and destroy the world. Including you." Sion: “…” A few years later, when he saw the former villains who had now become emperors and were oppressing the protagonist group— Sion slapped his forehead. “This story style is completely wrong!”

The Army… is not merely a force; it is the system itself. It is the iron fist of the Union of Nations, its banner unfurling over every inch of this world, embodying authority, discipline, and absolute control. But… not everyone bowed before that banner. In the shadows, in the depths of ancient wounds, they were born… the Revolutionaries. Those who refused to kneel, rebelled against the system, and vowed to ignite a fire that would never die. Mihon… was no ordinary boy, but a spark within the storm. One of those who chose the path of pain and blood. Will he be able to raise his own banner against the world? Can he plant his emblem amid the advancing armies and the Union’s sleepless eyes? Or will the system, in all its severity, shatter his dream before it is born?

For hundreds of thousands of years, the world drowned in war. How laughable. How detestable. How... utterly pathetic. They keep preaching justice, truth, hatred, vengeance but in the end its all the same. Too blind to grasp their own insignificance. Too arrogant to accept the simple truth. And yet, when salvation finally came, it was not by the hands of heroes, nor saints, nor those self-proclaimed "chosen ones." No, the world was saved by the very thing they feared most—a beast. Now, these wretched fools seek to cleanse their sins under a different banner. "An academy where all are equal." They believe such a farce will make the world forget their arrogance, their crimes. They think peace, when wrapped in a new name, will erase the blood they have spilled. But we have seen the light. We have been enlightened. While they wallow in their delusions, we gaze upon the truth. And in the truth, we shall be saved.

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.

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.

The once great country of Veroso was at war with itself, split into five Nations. Laura, a Wolf woman wanderer that spends her days in the bloody waste lands, happens upon one of the nation Leaders one day. A Warlord known as Zenesha Heart, the Fox Ice Princess. Deciding to help her to pass the time Laura ends up assisting the woman in her efforts to defeat the other four Warlords and their nations, Bringing the shattered country back together under one banner.

In the kingdom of Mayfrost, loyalty is a mask—and blood runs colder than snow. Captain Ralme Verdar of the Veil Rangers is hunting for his missing sister, Arya—a gifted sorceress who vanished without a trace. But when a cruel revelation shatters his hope, Ralme finds himself entangled in a deadly web of royal treachery, sorcery, deception, and a war he never meant to start. And far from the safety of thrones and banners, Fedran moves through the dark—a haunted wanderer and master of close-quarters combat and daggers, whose past is etched with fire, silence, and secrets no man should carry. Dangerous yet strangely loyal, he’s the kind of ally who doesn’t ask questions… and doesn’t hesitate to kill. As paths converge deep within the forest’s cursed heart, hunted by shadows both human and unnatural, Ralme and those who cross his path must confront truths buried beneath betrayal, blood, and bone—before Mayfrost’s silence swallows them whole.

Mahiru a Elite member of INTERNATIONAL GHOUL BURN UNIT(IGBU) branch Japan faced a tragic incident. A Former Anti-Ghoul member became the head of the GHOUL Clan to destroy the IGBU. In this world there is no Justice. Justice is just a banner used by powerful people. Mahiru faced tragic incidence in past also and promise himself to take revenge. In this journey he will become a ultimate superior. This Story Causes Extremely Violence, 18+ scenes. So make sure you are Prepare for it.

Attention : This story is dedicated to Mental Omega, a unofficial expansion mod for Red alert 2 and Yuri's Revenge. This mod gives you a different and new experience playing a different but the same nostalgic classic game we used to enjoy. PS note: The I dont own the mod nor the Pictures but feel free to support the mod developers who are working hard to release the act III of the mod and its still going. so if you like this fanfic, Hoping you leave as much like as possible, feel free to support any time you like and stay tune:). Warning: This fanfic is concerned with the narrative of a work of fiction and is thus not meant for, nor to be used, as commentary of current real-world events. Any similarities between story elements and current world events are both purely coincidental and not a work of the author of this video. This storyline contains some characters that was related in real life. and also this fanfic has few alterations about the entirety of the mod but feel free to enjoy;) //Its a war, not by their desires but their broken will to survive and to revolt to the shackles of eyes and mind of Yuri and his Epsilon army's conquest. The story of bravery and resistance of the people who sacrifice themselves for freedom and to fight Epsilon's will of one mind domination. The brave souls never gone but they are waiting to rise their banner for revolt.// The event follows from the alternate timeline which the ambitious man physic man known as Yuri, Set his eyes for global domination, he works effortly in the shadows of the soviet union waiting on the right moment to strike his own master and owns their territory, The Allied forces crippled by the soviets learn the uprising of the psi corps, wages war on both soviet and epsilon. The Loyalist of Yunru, a Scientist and a dedicated engineer. Yunru seen the dangers of this man had hold, decided to forged an alliance with Pacific front and its loyalist towards Soviet China. With her briliant ideas adding towards cybernetic research of Pacific front's Kanegawa Industry and Steins Tech. She develops a key for humanity last hope, The Foehn Revolt.

During the medieval period, a war broke out between the people of magic and ordinary humans. Although the magic-wielders emerged victorious, they chose to go into hiding after witnessing the devastating aftermath of the war. A new dimension was discovered by a very powerful person of that time, and the people of magic retreated into it, creating a world separate from the one that had rejected them. Decades passed, and a myth began to spread—a legend that whoever found the Crystal Sword would obtain the power of the gods, becoming the strongest being in existence. Driven by this legend, countless families, societies, clans, and even entire species began searching for the sword. The search continues to this day. Among the most powerful of these is The Aurion Circle—a dominant society comprised of many magical clans. Though united under one banner, the clans often compete with one another, each striving for superiority and influence. Eva Bennett, daughter of the prestigious Bennett Clan, is the most powerful of her generation. Together with her friends, she embarks on a quest to locate the Crystal Sword—and uncover the truth about the consequences of finding it. Along the way, Eva forms an unlikely bond with the heir of the rival Salvatore Clan, a connection that could change everything.

They called him the “Silent Tactician” long before the blood dried on the banners. Before the journal was found. Before history remembered the cost. At the heart of an elite academy where talent alone isn't enough, Nitsuo stands not with power or prestige—but with silence, strategy, and an unreadable gaze. To most, he’s just a quiet second-year. To a few, he is the mind behind impossible victories. Behind his team’s laughter, behind the storm of noble politics and magical duels, he records everything—in a worn leather journal that one day will be all that remains. Each student here dreams of glory. Each battle is more than a test; it’s a war for identity. Magic is studied like warcraft. Words are weapons. Feelings are hidden behind masks, until a single moment—a mistake, a duel, a glance too long—cracks them wide open. But Nitsuo didn’t come here to win. He came to carry a promise. And while his comrades clash and grow, while quiet rivalries bloom into unspoken feelings and accidental flirts stir the hearts of more than one, a war far beyond the school walls brews in the dark. Because legends aren't born—they’re remembered. And The Silent Tactician doesn’t speak to be heard. He writes so his story won't be lost.

In the heart of Aetheris, where noble houses uphold ancient traditions and dragons are woven into every legend, twins Lucius and Caelum Steelhart prepare to step into their destined roles. Though inseparable in childhood—sparring beneath castle banners and dreaming of adventures beyond the estate walls—their future paths are poised to diverge. As they stand on the brink of a life-changing ceremony, each must face the weight of family expectations, the mysteries of their heritage, and the unspoken question of what it truly means to carry the Steelhart name.

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.

The world once trembled at the name of Alucard Virelthane, the ancient Vampire Monarch who cloaked kingdoms in shadow and ruled the night with an unyielding will. For centuries, he defied time, the holy order, and the divine, until the Church’s Crusade united mankind, saints, and angels to bring his reign to a brutal end. Betrayed, outnumbered, and consumed by sanctified fire, Alucard fell. But death was only the beginning. Thousands of years later, in a world reshaped by peace and myth, he awakens, reborn as Caelan Erhart, the sickly heir of a fading noble house… and descendant of the Hero who struck the killing blow. The irony is sweeter than blood. Now of age, Caelan is summoned to Edenveil Hero Academy, a prestigious training ground for future defenders of humanity, But beneath its hallowed walls and golden banners lies a tangled web of secrets, politics, and the descendants of those who once worshipped him or dared to rise against him. But Caelan is no ordinary student. He is the Progenitor reborn, armed with ancient memories, forbidden magic, and a hunger that refuses to die. This time, he’s not just chasing vengeance. He wants answers. Power. And maybe… redemption. Allies will bleed. Enemies will kneel. And the world will once again tremble before the night. Let the Hero Academy bear witness: The Monarch of Blood has returned.

This is a tale of ruthless ambition, cunning strategy, and relentless struggle. From a powerless orphan to a baron, from the weakest barony to the mightiest in the realm—this is the rise of a man who would stop at nothing to carve out his legacy. Abandoned and forgotten, he started with nothing—no name, no allies, and no hope. But what he lacked in privilege, he made up for in will. Each slight was remembered, each insult repaid. With every move, he clawed his way upward—not through brute strength, but through sheer intellect, manipulation, and brutal efficiency. In a world ruled by bloodlines and blades, where loyalty is bought and peace is a lie, he turned enemies into pawns, allies into weapons, and rivals into stepping stones. Where others saw tradition, he saw weakness. Where others hesitated, he struck. And as the banners of ancient houses burned and kings trembled in their thrones, one name rose above all—his.

Two colors. One throne. And a kingdom built on lies. After the High King's sudden assassination, the kingdom stands divided. The Red Crown rises in the name of justice and equality— but behind its flame lies deceit and bloodshed. The Blue Banner defends the fading truth, struggling to hold onto ancient values. In the shadows of a dying monarchy, one forgotten heir awakens. Not to rule, but to reveal the truth that both sides fear. As lies become law, and banners become weapons— who will bleed… and who will rise? The Crown That Bled, The Banner That Rose A political fantasy of war, betrayal, and the cost of truth.

In a dying kingdom where faith rots in the temples and crowns are rusting on old heads, one boy is given a second chance—reborn into the crumbling noble House Aldercrest. Theodric was once a modern man, a brilliant mind suffocated by grief and a world that no longer held meaning. But now, in a realm of swords, subtle magic, and ancient bloodlines, he awakens as the only heir to a doomed duchy. With nothing but the memories of his past life, the love of his new parents, and a lion-headed crest barely clinging to honor, Theo makes a vow: he will not live quietly. Six years later, the world begins to stir. Armed with the knowledge of finance, innovation, and manipulation, Theo overturns tradition, challenges kings, builds watches to fund revolutions—and uncovers corruption rotting from the throne to the altar. And when the blade of betrayal falls... it is not Theo who burns. A dragon hatches. A god awakens. A new empire begins. As foreign nations whisper his name and allies grow uneasy, Theo does not blink. For he is no longer just a duke. He is the storm behind the banner, the fire behind the throne. He is the Dragon Duke. In a world that forgot the future, one man will forge it from steel, gold, and flame.

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.

After years of intergalactic war, in 2072, twenty-year-old Lucas Marilef joins the Anomalous Cases Enforcement (ACE) with one mission: to reclaim Earth's surface from the Andromedan bases and save the collapsing underground world. What he didn’t expect was to meet Calisto — a striking and enigmatic young man who turns out to be his immediate superior: his Inspector. “Have we met before?” Lucas asks. “No. That would be impossible,” Calisto replies. Under the banner of the Galahad squadron, they embark on missions where the magnetic pull between them is only the beginning: conspiracies, military secrets, and moral gray zones will test their loyalty and their limits. Because in this war, nothing is purely black or white. And perhaps the most dangerous secret of all… is their relationship. Is this an encounter? Or a reunion?

Reivo was just a boy when he watched his village burn, his family slaughtered before his eyes. The Reign arrived too late, cloaked in golden banners and cold justifications. They called it a tragedy. He called it the beginning. Now seventeen, Reivo bears no title, no blessing. What he carries instead are scars—etched into his flesh and soul. And a secret: when he closes his eyes, the darkness listens. The Awakening approaches, the moment when fate chooses who will wield power. But Reivo’s gift was never the Will's to give. From the ashes of his past, something older and far more terrifying has stirred—whispers from beyond sleep, creatures shaped by fear, bound only to him. As the Reign begins to suspect what he’s become, Reivo must decide whether to fight for a world that left him behind—or let his nightmares consume it. Summon the dark. Dream no more.

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!"

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.