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In the shadows of a dying republic, war has become a business—and betrayal, its sharpest weapon. Lieutenant Andrew Rowley leads a Black Hounds special operations unit under the private military giant, Valhalla Limited. Tasked with a covert strike against rebel leader Enrique Gomez, their mission in the war-torn Cornalian region unravels when political arrogance and fractured alliances let the target slip through their fingers. But failure is only the beginning. As tensions escalate and bioengineered horrors emerge from the jungle, Andrew and his squad are thrust into a deadly game—one where survival depends not just on bullets, but on who they can trust. Between hostile terrain, incompetent allies, and a rebellion that’s hiding more than ideology, the Black Hounds must fight not just to complete their mission… but to make it out alive. Bio-Mech Warrior is a gritty military sci-fi saga that explores the blurred lines between war and politics, loyalty and profit, man and monster.

I died in peace and confusion. Woke up being devoured by my own Father. Turns out, divinity tastes like stomach acid and forgotten memories. I was Human... Now I'm...Hades, God of Wealth, Underworld and The Dead* A sentient divine clay puppet wearing a dead man’s dreams. *Complaints about Death itself? Please direct all grievances to: THANATOS, the God of Death (I just handle the riches and the screaming souls) Experience a reincarnation myth like no other, told through the eyes of the reborn god—and the souls who defy oblivion.

Having a high IQ is a gift. And having high EQ? High emotional intelligence and a broken family is a recipe for disaster. But that was the past— The new Auren, born in a rural village, now has not one but two summoning crests etched on his hands. But wait! Everyone is a summoner? A wooden toy, sickle, straw basket, clay pot, wool blanket—this is their summon? They’re just ordinary, everyday things! Oh, those are the bottom-feeders. The nobles have all the fancy animals and fantasy creatures. So, what will he get? He may have been born the son of the lowest knight, but that will not be his destiny. You call all these summons useless? Watch me as I build the most advanced city in this backwards world— And climb the social ladder like a GOAT!

Leo Makjin, an ordinary gamer, is suddenly transported to the Eldorian Forest—a world where not only magic, but the ancient art of golem crafting, still lives. Armed with a mysterious Whispering Ring and Elias Thanem’s abandoned journal, he learns to shape life from clay, crystal, and ash… but every creation comes at a price. As he uncovers the secrets of the Ancient Golems and the disappearance of the Golem Makers, will he triumph—or be consumed by the creeping Fog that devours mind and matter?

Taihan is a young man haunted by the ghosts of his past. Born into a world ravaged by war, he has known nothing but struggle and sacrifice, his life shaped by the violence that tore his family apart. As the son of the sun, he carries the weight of his heritage, his body forged from the clay and fire of a homeland in ruin. In the aftermath of the Second Sino-Japanese War, Taihan finds himself trapped in a life of poverty to support his ailing father and family. His dreams of a better future have been reduced to mere survival. But Taihan's world shifts when he meets the enigmatic Bella, a woman whose beauty and mystery captivate him. As their relationship deepens, he finds himself torn between his love for Bella and his loyalty to his wife, Qianqian, a woman he once cherished above all else. Bella's promises of a new life in America, free from the constraints of their bleak existence, prove too tempting to resist.

A 4000-Year-Old Madman vs. The Entire Greek Pantheon In 4327 BC, Prometheus was like, "Hey, what if I made some humans, but, like, super humans?" So he whipped up 100 immortals out of divine clay, god tears, and a stolen spark of fire. Among them? Ylem, the angriest, hottest (literally), and most stubborn of them all. Then Zeus showed up, threw a tantrum, and unleashed the Pandoras Curse—basically divine food poisoning—on them. 99 of Ylem’s siblings bit the dust, but not him. Oh no. He just got more buff, more petty, and way too good at swords.

The decent of the seven energies had the world in turmoil, and because of this the human race had to be sent to other worlds. The seven energies began to remold the earth but about 30+ people were not affected by the summoning seeing this the world forcefully dragged them to a demonic realm with caused them to dive into endless slaughter . After the remolding of earth, superhumans, cultivators of all sorts, demons, buddhas, gods, and all sorts of fantastical creatures appeared on earth. And with that the human race faces many challenges and many challenges ahead, Tristan Clay who was also dragged to the demonic realm was suddenly struck by lightning and got a mysterious guide Soon after he realized that it was a guide that would drag him to mysterious worlds witch forced him to evolve into an ultimate being . But he would soon realize he wasn't the only one for the other 30+ people who went to the demonic realm was also forced into this predicament.

So... I accidentally set my house on fire. Killed two agents. Lost my grandma. Found out I glow green when I’m pissed. And yeah—apparently I’m on some secret government kill list. Awesome. Name’s Mason Clay. I didn’t ask for powers, I just wanted to eat Pop-Tarts in peace. But now I’ve got this energy thing in my blood, a death squad chasing me. I made a suit. Called myself Hot Mess. (Was it ironic? Yes. Cool? Also yes.) Then I saved this teenage tech psycho who renamed me Green Steel, dragged me into his nerd-cave, and introduced me to a team of weirdos with trust issues and too many Red Bulls. Now we fight crime. Kinda. But mostly? We’re trying not to die. This isn’t about justice. It’s about revenge, grief, and not burning the whole city down in the process. So yeah... welcome to my mess.

Born in 721 CE to an Arab apothecary executed for aiding the Abbasid rebellion, young Jabir ibn Hayyan inherits his father’s revolutionary spirit and scientific curiosity. After fleeing Umayyad soldiers with his mother, he finds refuge in Yemen under astronomer-alchemist Harbi al-Himyari. There, Jabir masters celestial navigation and Greek philosophy, but his defining moment comes when he distills seawater into purity using a clay alembic – awakening his lifelong obsession with transformation. Witnessing mercury-poisoned miners, however, forces a moral reckoning: "Knowledge must serve life, not death." At nineteen, bearing encrypted formulas from his father, Jabir seeks Imam Ja’far al-Sadiq in Medina. Surviving the Imam’s philosophical trials, he becomes his star pupil. Under Ja’far’s guidance, Jabir synthesizes nitric acid ("water that bites stone") and learns to frame experimentation as spiritual devotion. He meets Fatima, a fierce scholar challenging gender barriers, who becomes his intellectual partner. When political pressure mounts, they establish a secret laboratory in Jabir’s ruined childhood home in Kufa. Here, Jabir pioneers systematic chemistry – distilling rose attar, documenting reactions, and encrypting truths in symbolic texts. "Truth corrodes unprepared minds," he warns as orthodox scholars brand him a heretic. His innovations attract the powerful Barmakid family. Summoned to Baghdad’s glittering court in 775 CE, Vizier Ja’far al-Barmaki demands gold transmutation. Jabir stuns nobles by producing ammonium chloride from hair but refuses military applications. "Knowledge must feed the hungry, not kill them," he declares, instead developing steel plows and canal sealants that save thousands from floods. Patronage proves perilous: spies steal his waterproofing formula, and Fatima must run a hidden women’s lab. When the Barmakids fall in 803 CE, soldiers torch Jabir’s workshop. He escapes with core manuscripts, including his evolving *Kitab al-Sab’een* (*Book of Seventy*), framing chemistry as cosmic balance: "As mercury unites metals, knowledge unites soul and cosmos." Exiled and arthritic in Raqqa, Jabir works in a dye shop cellar, refining hydrochloric acid while evading spies. He mentors young apprentice Abu Musa, stressing ethics over ambition: "Record every failure – they light the path." Testing arsenic antidotes on himself, he nearly dies but proves their efficacy. As Abbasid enforcers close in, he buries manuscripts in Qum desert jars. Now aging and grieving Fatima’s slow poisoning from mercury exposure, he returns to Kufa. In a final laboratory beneath an indigo shop, he completes his life’s work – quantifying elemental interactions via the *mizan* (balance) system. Surrounded by a mob demanding gold, he whispers his last truth to Abu Musa: "The true elixir is knowledge multiplied through time." Jabir dies in 815 CE, but his legacy ignites a chain reaction. His students smuggle 500+ treatises to Baghdad’s House of Wisdom. By the 12th century, Latin scribes in Toledo translate his works as "Geber," inspiring medieval alchemists. Roger Bacon studies his *Summa Perfectionis*; Newton annotates his texts. Modern spectroscopy confirms his elemental theories, sustainable chemists revive his techniques, and AI reconstructs his charred manuscripts. From the mercury-stained laboratories of 8th-century Kufa to the quantum equations of today, Jabir’s encrypted wisdom endures: the noblest transmutation is not lead into gold, but curiosity into enduring light.

Si Carlo de Luna ay isang 25 taong gulang na lalaking mestizong may dugong Kastila at Cebuano. Siya ay may taas na 5’5” na may matipuno ngunit karaniwang pangangatawan. Tinatawag siyang "Dumagat” dahil siya ay nagmula sa baybaying-dagat ng Zamboanga del Sur. Tuwid ang kanyang buhok, may suot na salamin sa mata na nagpapahiwatig ng kanyang henyo sa agham at matematika, subalit madalas niyang itinatago ang talino sa likod ng isang simpleng imahe—isang tipikal na gangster na nakasuot ng karaniwang damit at may sunglasses para hindi mahalata ang kanyang tunay na kakayahan bilang guro at tagapagtanggol ng bayan. Bilang isang overpowered na tao, si Carlo ay matapang, matalino, masayahin, at may matibay na political will. Mahilig siyang makipagkompetensiya, lalo na sa larangan ng agham at sining ng pakikipaglaban. Sa kabila ng kanyang lakas at talino, may malaking takot siya sa pagkawala ng mga mahal niya sa buhay at ng kanyang bayan—isang kahinaan na nagbibigay lalim sa kanyang pagkatao. Mahilig siyang magbasa, mag-imbento, magsanay sa agimat, at madalas siyang nagkakape at naninigarilyo bilang bahagi ng kanyang araw-araw na gawain. Si Carlo ay nagmula sa Zamboanga del Sur at dumayo sa Bukidnon upang tuparin ang kanyang misyon na lipulin ang mga aswang na sumisira sa katahimikan ng mga tribo. Bago pa man niya natuklasan ang kanyang tunay na kapalaran, ninanais niyang magkaroon ng isang normal na buhay bilang guro at lider ng Quantum Gang — isang samahan na lumalaban sa mga masasamang tao gamit ang pinaghalong makabago at makalumang teknolohiya. Ngunit nagbago ang lahat nang matuklasan niya ang kanyang pagka-Tagapagmana ng Liwanag, isang natatanging tagapagligtas na pinapangalagaan ng mga sinaunang diyos at espiritu. Bilang henyo sa matematika at agham, mahusay siyang lider ng Quantum Gang dahil sa kanyang kasanayan sa Khali at Aikido, at may kakayahan ding magturo ng edukasyon. Ang kanyang mga armas ay mga modernong pluma at papel na ginagamit sa pagsulat at pagbigkas ng mga Latin na orasyon na minana mula sa kanyang lolo na isang Kastilang dalubhasa sa sinaunang mahika. May dalang whip na gawa sa metal na tila pangil ng kidlat ng dragon, na mana naman niya sa kanyang lola na Cebuana. Bukod dito, nagdadala siya ng mga mutya ng hangin, tubig, apoy, at kalikasan, pati na rin mga makabagong gadgets tulad ng cellphone, tablet, at locator na tumutulong sa pagtunton ng mga kampon ng kadiliman. Isang mahiwagang clay pot din ang kanyang gamit sa pagluluto ng mga pildoras para pampalakas at pampagaling ng sugat. Walang kahinaan si Carlo sa tradisyunal na pakahulugan—isang tunay na overpowered na bida. Sa kanyang buhay, malapit siya sa kanyang mga magulang—si Pedro de Luna, isang disiplinadong mandirigma at eksperto sa Kali at Aikido; si Maria Dimapili, isang guro ng panitikan at tagapangalaga ng kultura; at sa kanilang mga ninuno—si Miguel de Luna, ang dalubhasa sa Latin na orasyon na nagsisilbing gabay, at si Clara Dimapili, ang makapangyarihang babaylan na tagapangalaga ng kidlat at kalikasan. Pinagpapalakas siya ng kanilang mga aral at espiritwal na legacy, na nakaugat sa mga diyos ng kidlat gaya ni Magwayen. Bilang asawa ng limang makapangyarihang babae mula sa limang elemental tribes ng Mindanao, pinangangalagaan ni Carlo ang balanse ng kalikasan at kapangyarihan. Kabilang dito si Dayang Laya Binhi, healer mula sa Nature Tribe na may kaalaman sa herbal medicine at bio-spiritual healing; si Alunsina Daligdig, mandirigma ng Fire Tribe na eksperto sa apoy at tribong pakikidigma; si Bulan Sadsad, tank ng Earth Tribe na bihasa sa mountain warfare; si Amihanan “Mia” Salakay, assassin ng Wind Tribe na eksperto sa stealth at aeromancy; at si Ligaya Panubig, marksman ng Water Tribe na may husay sa hydro-pressure ballistics. Pinangungunahan niya ang kanilang limang mentor na pinagsama-sama sa pangunguna ni Datu Kidlat-an, ang tagapamagitan ng mga tribo, upang labanan ang panganib mula kay Datu Silab–Itim, ang Punong Itim ng Kadiliman.

[Detecting the birth of a new god... Data traction in progress] [Alert! Intrusion detected: %*#... Data traction interrupted] [Divine Revelation Protocol activated. Initiating emergency replication. The Legion of Judges has been dispatched...] [1%... 5%... 33%... 99%] [Replication complete!] [Rebooting and reconstructing the world...] … Becoming a god feels like a grand deception. Instead of ascending to the heavens, you awaken inside a mere clay idol. You have become a god—yet only the weakest, most nameless one. You don't even have a body of your own. [Detecting host awakening... Binding process initiated] [Binding complete. Initial gift pack activated. Congratulations, host! You have obtained the talent: Tribute Hundredfold Amplification!] [A believer offers you a pebble. You receive a Holy Crystal!] [A believer offers you a wooden stick. You receive the Spear of Longinus!] [A believer offers you a harmonica. You receive the Archangel’s Trumpet!] Good. "From this moment forth, the gods shall heed my command. Who stands with me, and who dares oppose?" Seated deep within the sacred temple, you gaze upon the vast cosmos at your feet, looking over the myriad realms with serene indifference.

Schemes, lies and plots. The devices people in power use to remain in their seats. Underneath of the conflict and power struggle an unknown entity is being born. They are not born of greed nor thirst for lust or even crave for avarice. They are a phantom but a shadow the country has summoned in its turmoil. Should chaos ensues shall the defenders of the land be enough in ensuring the safety of the people? A new hope rises from slumber. As chaos engulf the land and hopelessness aflict the people, will his efforts be enough? Notice: The author will stop posting updates in this website. This story will be posted on Royalroad.com due to some reasons. To the readers and followers of the story, the author expreses his thanks. This story will be written by the username "KriegBringer" in RoyalRoad.com.

What if the love you sacrificed everything for was doomed from the start? Born a Space Master, she can only fall in love once. The man she desires chooses another but still sacrifices his life to save hers. Unable to accept his death, the Space Master reverses time, determined to change his tragic fate. But each turn leads her to be reborn in a new place with no memories of the past. Fate keeps pulling her back to the same knight—only for the tragic ending to repeat. After hundreds of rebirths, exhaustion sets in, and she decides to give up on love, willing to live as a normal girl, incapable of feeling anything again. In her final life, she is reborn as Gwyneth, a bitter, disillusioned girl who doesn’t believe in love. She meets Clayton, a senior at the academy, a "good-for-nothing" with stunning cobalt-blue eyes, and though she falls for his beauty, his cowardice repulses her. But Gwyneth’s world shifts when she discovers that demon blood runs through her veins. And Clayton? He’s not the man he appears to be. Will she let her heart be moved once more? Or will she turn her back on love and embrace her destiny? Will she choose to become the Demon Monarch’s heir, conquering all realms, or remain the Space Master, risking everything to protect the world from the demon invasion? Blurp: “Senior Clay,” Gwen said, turning to him, “did you bring any money by chance?” Clayton gave her a deadpan look. “Do you think I had time to grab money when someone kidnapped me in broad daylight?” “For the last time,” she snapped, “I didn’t kidnap you. Why do I feel like you have a personal grudge against me?” “Well, perhaps it's because someone once used me as a betting tool? That was the first time I accepted a girl's confession, and she left before I even got her name.” Gwen flushed, caught off guard by his pointed remark. “Okay, I was wrong,” she admitted begrudgingly. “What do you want me to do to make it up to you?” “You don’t need to do anything,” he said, crossing his arms. “Because I don’t plan to forgive you.” Gwen’s eye twitched. Of all the people she’d met, none were as insufferable as this guy. Her fingers twitched, tempted to summon a fire spirit to scorch him or an ice spirit to freeze him solid. No, perhaps feeding him to a carnivorous plant spirit would be the most satisfying solution. Yet, even in her frustration, she couldn’t shake the strange feeling that she didn’t want him to hate her.

In the realm of Nurghazira, where prayers drift like mist and mountains breathe ancient secrets, lived a boy with no name but a thousand destinies—Zayan. Raised in the shadow of ruins and old remedies by a blind healer known only as Master Faatir, Zayan never imagined the old man’s chants and clay bottles held more than herbs. But on the night the moon bled silver, the old master whispered his final breath and left behind a book—a living script written in light, sealed with the sighs of seven jinn. The Book of Breath and Bone. Its verses could only be read by a soul cleansed in silence and dawnlight. Its pages did not speak of war—but of wounds: physical, spiritual, and those too deep for any blade or balm. It was a manual of healing and harmony, of energy and equilibrium—meant to rebuild a shattered world, one heartbeat at a time. But peace is a forbidden art in a world built on control. From the Ashen Exorcists of the Eastern peaks, to the Gu Sorcerers of the Southern swamps, powers stir—hunters of sacred knowledge, chasers of divine fire. They come not for healing, but for the final seal: Afaaj, the crest of celestial dominion. Zayan must journey through ancient ruins veiled in jasmine mist, cross cities where potions are politics, and learn to wield techniques born not just from muscle or mind—but from soul memory. He will learn of the Sky Pulse, of Talismanic Breaths, of Eye Gurah and Spirit Points. He will walk the thin thread between healer and warrior—between savior and heretic. And above all, he must answer the whisper of the pages: “Are you the Healer of the End, or the End of all Healers?”

Autumn's Fall, the aftermath of the worldwide catastrophe that marked the new age of mankind—the age of heroes. Dominion, Lady Sentry and Ageless Sorcerer, many aspired to become part of the legions led by them and become heroes themselves. Jonathan Kirk was an aspiring hero, fought the challenges of life from childhood. Wanting to join the ranks of the legion, he joined the Nexlark company's regional school only to find out his innate ability. A unique and powerful—rankless class, a rare classification to candidates with the strongest potential. How will Jonathan navigate through his life finding out his potential? Will he become the hero of his dreams?

When soldier Jacob Anderson lives and dies for the country he loved. He wakes up once again in the body of a child named Clay. And touches Fate itself. To survive in this world, Jacob has to adapt to the new body and the new world he’s in.

I was squatting on the steps of the Acropolis, clutching the terracotta goblets I had just bought, and watching this old man with bare feet bickering in the marketplace. The olive crown on his head was tilted to one side, his old robes were stained with mud, but his eyes shone as if they were burning through marble pillars. "Is this young Socrates?" I poked at the golden ball of light floating in the air. "Are you sure he's not a vagabond?" "Target Intelligence Level detected: SSS." The cold voice of the system sounded in the ear, "The host is advised to immediately perform the task of receiving students, remaining time: 2 hours 59 minutes." I touched the linen bag around my waist, which contained the system's "starter pack" - a bag of Skittles, two spring-loaded fist toys, and three glowing glass marbles. According to the instructions, these 21st century gadgets will conquer any ancient sage. "Get out of the way!" A rude roar interrupted my thoughts. Three strong men in purple cloaks pushed through the crowd, the leader with a bronze dagger at his side. Socrates, you are again deluding the citizens with your fallacies! The consul has decreed..." I jumped up and hit my lower back against the pillar and gasped in pain. The system said failure would turn me into a hamster, and I don't want to store food for winter on my fuzzy cheeks. When the strong man's fist was about to touch the tip of Socrates' nose, I swung my spring fist. "Snap!" Bronze wrist guards collide with plastic fists, and springs suddenly stretch like a silver snake around a strong man's wrist. The crowd exclaimed, and even Socrates widened his eyes. I slipped Skittles into his hand. "Taste this, the nectar of the gods from Mount Olympus." The blue-robed philosopher licked the colored candy hesitantly, and his gray beard popped up. "Sweet! And fruity! Young man, are you the atomic messenger of Democritus?" "Detected the target character's favorability +50%," the system's voice suddenly becomes cheerful, "invite the host to philosophical enlightenment." I stared at the ripped socks sticking out of the corner of Socrates' robe, and suddenly remembered what I had read in my high school textbook. In 399 BC, the philosopher would drink poisoned wine for "corrupting the youth." Now, like a child, he was handing out candy to the wildcats by the road, and the purple cloaks were stamping their feet with anger. "Sir," I pulled out the last item, "would you like to play a triage game?" The glowing glass marble rolled in the palm, reflecting a rainbow of light, "Truth is like this bead, every facet is a part of the truth." As soon as Socrates' fingers touched the marble, something strange happened. The pearl burst into the sky, casting holograms - a 3D model of the Academy of Athens 2,000 years later, with scholars in suits shuttling between the marble columns. The old philosopher was so excited that he knocked over the clay pot: "How beautiful! This is the embodiment of dialectics!" "Congratulations to the host for completing the first Act!" The system bursts into an electronic firecracker sound, "Acquire Skills: The Eye of Truth (can see through any sophistry)." Next time: Florence, Spring 1503. I took a last look at Socrates, surrounded by citizens, who was making a boat out of candy wrappers to play with a wild cat. As the golden swirls unfolded beneath my feet, I heard him ask, "What should a disciple call a teacher?" "Victor Fool." I laughed and jumped into the time tunnel, and suddenly the system screamed, "Warning! Skittles wrapper left in B.C. --"

Over 2600 years ago, the prophet Daniel foretold the rise of the great world empires. "The Ancient Dream That Revealed The Future" is a historical fiction novel that weaves together adventure, prophecy, and spiritual insight. The story begins with King Nebuchadnezzar's dream of a colossal statue, interpreted by the prophet Daniel as a foretelling of four successive empires: Babylon, Medo-Persia, Greece, and Rome. Each empire rises and falls, fulfilling Daniel's prophecy, until the final era of fragmented Europe, symbolized by feet of iron mixed with clay. In the present day, a young archaeologist named Alex discovers an ancient scroll containing Daniel's prophecy. Inspired by the prophecy, Alex embarks on a quest to uncover the secrets of the past, navigating through ancient ruins and hidden chambers. Along the way, he must evade a shadowy organization known as "The Order," which seeks to exploit the prophecy for its own power.

Clay Klient was an average office worker, a slave to the grind until he was one night into a life-changing chance. A moment of distraction, a honking horn, and then — silence. When he opened his eyes again, he was no longer in his world.Dumped into a wild, perilous world filled with vicious creatures and secret beings, Clay soon discovers that staying alive will not be simple. But he’s not completely helpless. Endowed with two enigmatic skills—Appraisal, which lets him observe the true disposition of all things, Clay Klient was an average office worker, a slave to the grind until he was one night into a life-changing chance. A moment of distraction, a honking horn, and then — silence. When he opened his eyes again, he was no longer in his world.Dumped into a wild, perilous world filled with vicious creatures and secret beings, Clay soon discovers that staying alive will not be simple. But he’s not completely helpless. Endowed with two enigmatic skills—Appraisal, which lets him observe the true disposition of all things

Clay became Marcus Durkton, a rich but lowly villain from a fantasy book he read years ago. Learning that he cannot undo Marcus' misdeeds, he must avoid the heroine's impending wrath while looking for a way to reunite with his family. * This is written by an amateur writer, so don't expect much. Also, the novel is in its early stages; I might change certain details as I go through the chapters.

Michel, a captain of the patrol was in a mission to uncover a plot regarding a dissident that tries to destabilize the region. He and his subordinate Milena were tasked to capture the dissident, identify him and present him to the authorities. However, there were a change of plans when things went out of hand. Involved in the "Corium Incident", Captain Michel finds himself in a complicated situation. To follow his orders faithfully or to compromise for the sake of the new threat at hand. He can no longer turn back. He has to choose his career, a safer path or to sacrifice himself for the greater good of Grandia.

The sins of man had been cleansed off the surface of the Earth, thrown into a different world to manifest into a realm of unmistakable evil, malevolence and certain death... That was what the regular humans thought. Those bestowed with the keys to enter this desecrated realm, knew there was more to it. It was a realm of countless realities, possibilities, laws and stories. And each time the bestowed, the Prophets step into this Realm, they would experience fables and transmigrate into brand new worlds, to conquer these stories, so that the bad ones don't manifest on Earth. A strange boy found no place on Earth, but was bestowed with a key to experience these countless words as a Prophet, so that he may try again to find where exactly he belonged. But that was not his only motivation for traversing this Realm of wonder and yet, extreme danger. He also does it to find a cure for his misfortune. For you see, although humans were made from clay, he was created from countless CURSES.

The forest was quiet, and everything was still. The gentle northern wind sweeping through the trees and dried leaves brought nothing but a sense of foreboding and despair as Raphael crawled into his cave and huddled against the dirt stained walls. Stifling the moan of anguish that escaped his mouth, he pressed hard on the cut below his ribs. The blood stopped flowing briefly, as he dug some sticky clay from underneath the roots of the oak tree and applied it to his injury. It stopped the blood flow instantly. He was aware of the giant slash across his back, but he was too exhausted to attend to it. 'Later' he thought to himself, leaning back as he shut his eyes. He was lucky to have escaped with his life. "They will pay for this. I will get my revenge soon enough," he muttered to himself as the owl perched on the branch of the oak tree above hooted ominously. He had become his neighbour for the past few weeks, his hooting always reminding him that he may not be the only living thing in the forest. Other days, the silence was impregnable, the eerie quiet sending chills down his spine. As he slowly started to slip into unconsciousness, he heard a dull thud on the dirt outside the cave, too faint for a normal person to hear. But Raphael was no ordinary person. Crouching behind the roots of the tree, he waited patiently as the sniffing began. He made a silent prayer, to no one in particular as he saw the red eyes right outside his cave. They locked eyes with each other, and the enormous wolf bared his canines at him, before howling into the night. All around the forest, several other howls answered, as the earth began to tremble under the numerous paws thundering above it. 'Here we go again,' he thought to himself.

[Give the first 5 chapters a shot, at the very least, before you decide to put it down!] OP Skills: You bet, Harem: 100% OP MC: Definitely, OP Subordinates: Dark and Deadly ------------------------- "Dragons, Succubus, Demons, Angels, undeads, ain't get nothing on me" "I am the Supreme One" ------------------------- Rasoul and Clay are beings from completely different worlds. They lived a different life, made different choices, and loved different people. They did not know of each other's existence, but when the universe is plunged into chaos, their separate lives intertwined and together they will rise to the pinnacle of strength in other to save the universe. With diverse monstrous subordinates and a rude system aiding him, they will travel across the universe and battle dangerous races while having fun at the same time. ------------------------------------ 2 chapters/day 50 power stones for 1 bonus chapter. 100 power stones for 2 bonus chapters. 150 power stones for 4 bonus chapters. ------------------------------------ Each new episode surpasses the one before, so keep on reading. ------------------------------------ Word Count: 1700+ Chapters: 1500+

This story contains Elemental magic and mysteries to come! Updates 1 chapter a day —There was a shout, and I turned to see we were surrounded by a couple dozen men dressed fully in black. “Who are you!?” Clay called to them. I pushed forward till I was standing beside him. “We are the shadows..” I stared at them. “We have come for our revenue!” The man who was speaking had a voice that was airy, almost like he wasn’t real. “We have done nothing to you!” I called out. “Have you not?“ there as an echo of high pitched chuckles. “You dirt, stole our master and brought him into this world before you killed his father.” I was lost. I couldn't tell what he was even talking about. “What master? What is his name?” I asked in a loud voice, fighting to make it sound strong. “Leonurus! He is a master of shadows, and a master of darkness.” “And how did we take him?” The man chuckled again. “You are one to talk, greedy woman, you are the one who stole him!.” He pointed at me. “What is he talking about, is he from that other world?” I shook my head. “Your cursed spells, you try to deny it!” I stepped forward away from the huddled group behind me. “I have never messed with the darkness!” He stared at me. “You are the one that took him away through birth.” It hit me and I flinched, the baby! “I don’t know where he is.” I finally said after a second. PS: There are many different POVs but only one main couple in each vol -NOT A HAREM-

Survival of the fittest. The universal law of the jungle set to create the boundary between animal and predator, the hunter with it's prey, and a man and something far greater than themselves. Clay was a simple man of simple means but when another world come calling to him he learns what the true meaning of survival is. Join Clays journey to become the apex of the island and unravel the mysteries that shroud both this world and many like it. -/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/- First novel so it ain’t the greatest but I try.

Plop, swing, flutter — the motion of life. You can't trust her, or maybe you can. Acceptance may be a key to a lock... we have yet to know. Round about it goes and Mia finds herself kneaded like clay being sculpted - and she could be the one sculpting the clay on herself.

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Clay, a small, timid, and often-overlooked boy, is the favorite target of bullies at his school. Petite and unassuming, he’s never stood up for himself, enduring the daily torment in silence. But when a sudden apocalypse hits, Clay's world shatters as zombies overrun the school. In the frenzy, his classmates abandon him, leaving him to what seems like certain death. When he thought he's gonna die, the zombies just ran passed him as if he's invisible. Empowered by his strange immunity, Clay decides to confront his bullies, using his newfound advantage to seek revenge in the chaos.