Skyrim Archmage Robes

In imperial China, a mysterious white-haired swordsman appears at every murder scene, communicating only through his haunting flute. While the empire trembles before the "White Ghost," behind palace walls dwells an equally enigmatic figure: a princess who has never shown her face, known only by her blood-red robes and deadly martial arts. As bodies pile up and conspiracies deepen, these two figures are drawn into a web of deceit where nothing is as it seems—for the White Ghost has a twin he doesn't know exists, and the veiled princess fights enemies within her own family who wear the warmest smiles while plotting the coldest betrayals.

On the vast and mystical Tianlong Continent, an immortal cultivator named Li Wei lives a solitary and serene existence, honing his skills and residing in his sect, the Eternal Blossom Sect. However, his life takes an unexpected turn when he regains the memories of his past life. As his memories resurface, Li Wei awakens an extraordinary ability: the power to foresee future opportunities. With this gift, he can anticipate threats and uncover paths to greatness. [Future Opportunity: Three months later, in a cave, he discovers a dimensional door that leads to a hidden realm full of opportunities and resources to strengthen his cultivation.] [Future Opportunity: Fifteen days later, while meditating in the Enchanted Forest, he receives the blessing of the forest guardian.] [Future Opportunity: Two months later, at a black market fair, he purchases a black robe that conceals a powerful inheritance.] Author's note: Hello, this is my first novel and English is not my first language. If you see any errors, I would be very grateful if you corrected them in the comments section. 1 daily chapter

A door unfolded before him. Evil thrived, and whispers spilled from within. The resentful compound eyes flickered and vanished, the presence longing to burst out was blocked inside, and the alluring murmurs echoed in the ear. The sticky, pink brain mumbled something. A figure cloaked in a yellow robe watched from a distance. A dark green presence, smelling of blood, roared. A string of wondrous soap bubbles released friendliness—and many, many guests. They sincerely invited Lu Li to join this mad party. Lu Li stepped in, his stride resolute and unwavering. He had no reason to refuse.

Interviewer: "Immortal Zhou Li, could you tell us why you created the orthodox methods and forged the twelve righteous paths, condensing twelve talismans to resolve ancient and modern disputes?" "Just to liven things up." Interviewer: "Well, I mean, did you reorganize the Great Ming Dynasty and plant the Seven Immortal Gourds based on the laws of myriad spirits, brewing the Spring of Spirit Qi for the glory of mankind or...?" "Just to really liven things up." Interviewer: "No, Immortal Zhou Li, I feel that you've done so much for humanity, for the Immortal Realm, and for Da Ming. Your purpose and starting point should be a bit more noble, such as...?" "Enough already, can't you see? I just wanted to bring some entertainment to the spiritually impoverished Great Ming Dynasty and everyone in the Cultivation World. Here, let's liven things up for everyone." The white-robed immortal pointed a finger, and alongside him, a chaotic and ferocious Ancient God swung indescribable and bizarre tendrils. Then, with a surge forward followed by a backflip, it landed stylishly, all the while muttering the delirious ramblings of an Ancient God. 【Damn, let's go, ignore it!】 "No fun? Who would cultivate without any fun?"

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.

In her previous life, Lina Riley harbored an unrequited love for the Fifth Princess, Victoria Ashwood. Lina sacrificed everything for her—securing her place on the throne, protecting her borders, and losing her arm and sight in the process. Yet, her loyalty was repaid with a goblet of poisoned wine and the execution of her entire family. Victoria despised her, accusing Lina of cruelty and of orchestrating her elder sister’s death, deeming her unworthy of love. When the poison took effect, Lina closed her eyes in despair, only to awaken back in the moment they first met. On that fateful day, Lina had stumbled upon Victoria being beaten by palace maids, an encounter that set everything in motion. This time, Lina turned away, choosing a different path, but a faint fragrance of plum blossoms lured her in. One reckless night led to a moment of despair when she awoke to find the coldly beautiful face of her bedmate—Lucille Everard, the Princess Regent. Lucille, while outwardly uninterested in court affairs, was notorious for her swift and decisive actions that had seen emperors replaced with alarming frequency. Compared to Lucille’s power, Lina’s past dealings with Victoria seemed like mere child's play. As Lucille stirred awake, Lina's nerves were frayed. “Given the circumstances, Your Highness, what do you think of me now?” she asked, resigned to her fate. To her surprise, Lucille chuckled softly. “I think you’re wonderful.” Stunned, Lina could only manage a confused “Huh?” From that moment, everything veered off course. Lucille's palace soon bloomed with roses—Lina’s favorite. Amidst the swaying blossoms, the resolute Princess Regent would gently take Lina’s hand, her once-frigid gaze warm and tender. “My dear Lina, you are the finest woman in the world.” In her new life, Lina often dreamed. She dreamt of someone leaving a bouquet of roses at her grave, their robes trailing the light fragrance of plum blossoms. They sipped wine with a wry smile, murmuring, “Silly girl, I avenged you.” Victoria Ashwood was reborn too. She hadn’t expected that killing Lina would provoke her aunt’s ruthless revenge. Determined to avoid a similar fate, she resolved to feign affection for Lina, even if it took a lifetime. At a palace banquet, Victoria was taken aback by Lina’s beauty. Draped in fine silks, Lina was a dazzling sight, so different from the weathered woman Victoria remembered. Drawn to her, Victoria was about to approach when she noticed Lucille at Lina’s side, gently wiping her lips with a soft smile. “Take it slow,” Lucille murmured. Lina paused, then chuckled as she adjusted a strand of Lucille’s hair. Victoria’s heart twisted in fury. When her desperate attempts to win Lina back failed, she demanded, “Why won’t you love me?” Lina sneered. “Show some respect, Fifth Princess. You should address me as Aunt. Besides, your hypocrisy and cold-heartedness make you unworthy of love.” Years ago, a young Lucille Everard encountered a lost girl in the palace gardens. The girl declared that Lucille was beautiful and promised to marry her one day. Thirteen years later, a fateful misunderstanding during a bout of poisoning entwined their paths. What began as teasing quickly turned Lucille from a hunter into prey, helplessly ensnared by the woman she never forgot. Tags: 1. Cold yet protective Princess Regent × Reborn and resigned noblewoman 2. Nine-year age gap (Princess Regent is older) 3. Alternate history, non-patriarchal setting 4. Puppet empress, regent princess ruling behind the scenes 5. Two lifetimes of love, slow-burn romance

Ye Mumu found that the ancestral vase in her home could magically connect to the ancient times two thousand years ago. So she met an ancient young general. The general guarded the important city on the border and was surrounded by 300,000 barbarian troops. There was a severe drought, the riverbed dried up, and 200,000 people starved to death, leaving only 80,000 people. With nowhere to go, the general and the people of the city could only wait to die passively! He begged the gods for water and food, hoping that the people would survive. Ye Mumu waved her hand and approved it! She hoarded a large amount of supplies to feed the soldiers and the people. Steamed buns, steamed buns, flower rolls, and meat sandwiches... every day is different, giving the ancients a little shock of modern food. Sending military books, hoarding food to recruit soldiers, building factory arsenals... giving the ancients a little shock of modern military. When she was deceived, the inherited family business faced bankruptcy. To repay her kindness, the general gave her a lot of money, paintings, antiques, and porcelain... With antiques, she saved the family business, became the richest woman, and reached the peak of her life! The general relied on Ye Mumu to provide modern military equipment to conquer the barbarians, recover the nine states, pacify the six kingdoms, and unify the world. He promised to build a temple for her and worship her for generations. The general sent a marriage certificate: With the mountains and rivers as a witness, I look forward to meeting you when the sea is clear and the river is calm. Under the marriage certificate is a phoenix crown and bridal robe. What a good young general, so this is what you are thinking!

Somehow, I don't know how for sure, though, I've been sent to the world of my favorite game, Skyrim. The longer I'm here, the more I notice that this world is real. Not simply realistic, but real. Everything I do has an effect on the world, either good or bad, especially in the case with the storylines. I love Skyrim, but I'm not going to be able to survive here, right? How do I get out? Getting out isn't even the beginning of my problems. The longer I stay here, the more I realize – things are different, and not necessarily for the better. -------------- As embarrassing as this is, this is a Skyrim fanfic. It's probably permanently in progress, as I'm mainly just using it as a drawing board to practice writing storylines for games. Writing it out is just a fun way I've got for going about it. I've also written this in a style so that people who haven't played any of the Elder Scrolls series of games can read it as well. I warn you, though, there's a *lot* of words. Side note: I've also got this story on other sites/apps, in case you want to read it there. -------------- This is also a challenge to That Guy Right There. This is a combination of how I would write the fanfic you made, along with the fact that I got tired of waiting for the author, That Guy Right There, to finish his story, "Living Skyrim." It's pretty good, y'all should check it out. However, Guy's mc is an asshole, so I warn you now. The puns he makes are also kinda bad. So I challenge you, Guy. I'm gonna write my version of how it'd go, and you finish yours (unless you died.) This is a direct copy from my work on my other accounts on various reading/writing apps. Check that one out, too. It doesn't matter to me which you support, cuz I'm not monetized by any. I'm just the writer, man.

After transmigrating into the era of the Three Kingdoms, I find myself as the young Yuan Shu, a figure often criticized for his ambition and missteps. Upon awakening the Prodigal System, I discover its unique features: Level 1: For every 100,000 coins squandered, I gain an attribute point. Level 2: Unlocking the Reputation Store allows me to exchange reputation points for treasures. Level 3: Accessing the Legendary General Inheritance Panel grants me the legacy of Xiang Yu, the renowned Overlord of Western Chu. In this world, my companions are notable figures: Cao Cao: A formidable warlord and my troublesome friend. Diao Chan: My cousin, famed for her beauty. Cai Wenji: My junior sister, celebrated for her literary talent. In Luoyang City, I am recognized as a distinguished noble scion. At poetry gatherings, I am hailed as the foremost scholar with unparalleled talent. On the battlefield beneath Hulao Pass, I stand as an invincible, peerless general. In the hearts of the people, I am revered as the savior who rescues the suffering and aids the needy. I am Yuan Gonglu, the Greedy Wolf of Chaos. As a young hero in light robes, I revel in wine and song within Luoyang City. With the system's main quest now established, my ultimate goal is clear: to unite the Three Kingdoms, leave an indelible mark in history, and usher in a glorious era.

So to begin, this is technically a skyrim fanfic. Why isn't it in the fan-fics then? Simple! It's based on a game and I don't feel that counts as a fan-fic. Second, I've read like a few skyrim stories here lately. I liked them, as a bethesda fan boy... Well, now I need to take a crack at it. I literally start a new game of skyrim every new year. Its my tradition, so I felt I had to do this. If its bad, ah well. If its good, GREAT! Overall though, I feel we need more skyrim based stories or fan-fics. It has the perfect setting for the transmigration genre. Now read at your own risk.

In a world where the powerful ruled with an iron fist, one boy was dealt the worst cards—first by fate, then by the world, and finally by an Outer God. With each passing moment, he spiraled deeper into a reality determined to break him. One day, as the pool of blood bubbled and rumbled in an ancient temple of malignance, a young man emerged from the depths. Beasts roared in a twisted symphony, and his body radiated a bloody strength that no one could contain. He paused, a thought crossing his mind as he got out from the blood pool: "I'm really not a Demon." One day, as the massive corpse of a dragon lay idle, it shriveled, losing all its grandeur and dignity. Its desecrated body pulsed with dark energy, and from its stomach erupted a sharp, tyrannical sword aura, cutting through the air with lethal precision. A figure emerged, his black robe now stained blood red, his blood-red vertical eyes gleaming with a demonic fire. As he stood, surrounded by the lingering aura of death, he thought, "I’m really not a Demon." One day, when the Blood Moon shone in all its glory, and the Demon Sect was at its peak, the Gates of the Demon Sect were shattered, and their Sect Halls lay in ruin. In the heart of their Demonic Lands, signs of a cataclysmic battle were evident. Corpses, scattered like broken dolls, piled upon each other to form a massive mound. Atop this heap of death sat a figure, calm and unperturbed, bathed in moonlight. His four eyes scanned the surroundings, and after a moment of contemplation, he thought rationally, "I only killed Demons, so that doesn’t really make me a Demon."

First Time Writing A Story So Constructive Criticism Is Welcomed ------------------------------------------------------------- Worlds He Will Go To: Fear and Hunger Danganronpa Initial d My Hero Academia Naruto One Piece Bleach Persona 5 Royal Stardew Valley Demon Slayer Cyberpunk 2077 + Cyberpunk: Egderunners Skyrim Undertale/Underverse HxH SCP G.O.W 2018 + The new God of War game Elden Ring Subnautica Dark souls The Forest Far cry Bioshock Fallout: New Vegas + Fallout 4 Project: Zomboid Minecraft Monster hunter Neon genesis evangelion I'm a spider, So what Tensura or That time I got reincarnated as a slime Hallow Knight The Witcher 3 GTA Yakuza 0 Toyko ghoul Toyko revengers Parry Jackson(know jackshit about this) NFS: Unbound Adventure time(Got inspired) Marvel A second life rankers return Record of Ragnarok Over Geared Jujutsu kaisen Took Some Inspiration From Grandpa Universe, Great Story Check It Out If You Haven't Already I Won't Drop This Adding More If I Feel Like It Updating When I want to (art is not mine) Holy shit that's a lot of fandoms that I'll will have to write

Synopsis: The Rise of the Blood Demon Joon-Ho, a timid orphan from South Korea, lived a life of despair, finding solace only in martial arts manhwas that celebrated strength and justice. Tragically, his life was cut short by his tormentors on a stormy night, but death was only the beginning. Awakening in a mystical realm of majestic landscapes and unparalleled beauty, Joon-Ho discovers he has been reborn with an uncanny mastery of demonic martial arts—techniques he'd only read about in his favorite stories. As he explores this new world, he stumbles upon a hidden cave filled with ancient carvings and an unsettling aura. When he awakens, a crimson-robed man kneels before him, proclaiming him the Blood Demon—the prophesied savior of the feared and revered Blood Cult. Confused and reluctant, Joon-Ho is thrust into a destiny he neither understands nor desires. Can he rise to the role of the Blood Demon, navigate this dangerous world, and uncover the truth behind his rebirth? In a tale of power, redemption, and identity, Joon-Ho must confront his fears, embrace his newfound abilities, and decide whether to fulfill the prophecy or forge his own path.

``` La plus grosse erreur d’Alicia, c’était d’avoir tenté de se suicider. Elle se retrouva dans le corps d’une princesse de 19 ans en exil, au Moyen Âge. Quoi de plus ? Elle était forcée d’épouser le Prince Harold ; le fameux Prince aux cheveux blancs et au tempérament de feu qui ne se gênerait pas pour tuer quelqu’un pour la raison la plus futile. Maintenant, son mariage n’est que dans quelques heures et la « princesse », qui se trouve être Alicia, doit démontrer quelques « compétences de princesse » aux invités. Petite question : Est-ce que le twerk est autorisé au Moyen Âge ? Elle savait une chose avec certitude, le mariage allait être un désastre et le Prince colérique allait la tuer avant qu’elle trouve un moyen de retourner chez elle. Que Dieu l’aide ! ThatAmazingGirl en collaboration avec Miss_Behaviour (Les auteures de In Love With A Klepto) vous présente un autre livre. « LA MARIÉE ÉTRANGE DU PRINCE MAUDIT » Que feriez-vous si vous vous retrouviez soudainement dans le corps d’une princesse à l’époque ancienne ? Qui plus est, il n’est pas seulement un loup-garou, il est aussi maudit par la déesse de la lune. EXTRAIT : Que devait-elle faire ? Elle était confuse et n’avait aucune idée de ce qui se passait. Les mariages au Moyen Âge étaient bizarres ! Mais qu’est-ce que c’est que la « récitation des vertus » ? Devrait-elle faire semblant de s’évanouir ? C’était la seule idée qui avait un sens. Alors c’est ce qu’elle fit. Elle s’effondra lentement sur le sol et entendit tout le monde commencer à s'exclamer et à pousser des cris. Alicia voulait qu'ils la sortent de là et ensuite elle trouverait un moyen de s'échapper. Mais peut-être qu’elle n’avait pas de chance après tout, parce que lorsqu’elle entrouvrit les yeux sous ses cils, se demandant pourquoi personne ne venait la porter, elle vit une robe dorée, avant que la personne ne se penche devant elle. Elle ferma les yeux fort et retint son souffle. Après tout, elle était actrice. Elle pouvait mener ça à bien sans faille. « C'était une mauvaise performance, ma dame. » La voix profonde parla, provoquant des frissons sur sa peau. Effrayant. « Je vous donne seulement trois secondes pour vous lever. » Sa voix n'était pas vraiment menaçante, mais d’une certaine manière il inspirait la crainte, particulièrement avec la manière lente et soignée avec laquelle il parlait. On disait de lui qu’il était colérique. Que ferait-il après que les trois secondes soient passées ? Allait-il la tuer ? Mourrait-elle ici ? Comment savait-il même qu’elle faisait semblant ? Les gens au Moyen Âge étaient-ils généralement intelligents ? Elle ouvrit un œil pour l’entrevoir et le vit la regardant droit dans les yeux avec un sourire narquois. IL N’Y AVAIT AUCUN MOYEN QUE LE MARIAGE N’AIT PAS LIEU. ELLE ÉTAIT TELLEMENT MORTE ! ******* Loup-garou (Coché) Prince maudit (Coché) Transmigration (Coché) Comédie (Coché) Romance (Doublement cochée) AJOUTEZ À VOTRE BIBLIOTHÈQUE ! ```

When a forester finds an abandoned baby in the woods during his work he cannot bring himself to abandon the kid, even tho he is one of the feared dark elves. An almost extinct race nowadays since they lost the last great war over 1000 years ago. He decides to take the baby with him and to raise him to be a good and righteous person together with his wife. Little did he know that the helpless little baby he took back to his village would one day become the nightmare of peasants, kings and archmages alike. Disclaimer: Expect the novel to be brutal and bloody. You have been warned!

A nightmare or reality? Ethereal or material specters? Black robes, rituals, and hexagrams. Illusions, delusions, and human sacrifices. Will the boy end it, or will it end him? "Run! Run! Run!" "Don't be afraid, my father's food is delicious! He makes the finest meat! The finest fresh human meat!" “You drew stars around my scars, and now I’m bleeding.” "They’re trying to open a portal to the parallel world!" "You’re as beautiful as blood on the snow." "Live and be strong for us." "In every path, you'll end up killing them. There's no escaping it. You can't save them. This is our eternal curse. You've been damned since birth, Theo." "Wake up, Theo!" -- #Amouret

In the era of the Universal Beastmaster, demonic beasts rampage, but thankfully everyone in the human race can awaken their talents and enter contracts with beasts to resist them when they come of age. Some individuals awaken F-ranked talents, doomed to a common life without any hope of beast evolution. Some awaken to C-ranked talents, their beasts are able to exert power beyond their own, becoming immensely strong. Others awaken to S-ranked talents, and with their beasts, become top-tier forces contributing to humanity's power. Struggling on his way across, Ye Feng began by awakening ten top-tier SSS-ranked talents, choosing his beast at will. [Eye of the Soul: Examine strengths and weaknesses of beasts while identifying their ultimate evolution path]. [Cultivation Reciprocation: Infusing cultivation base to the beast, the host gets an equal share, triggering a chance for a critical hit]. [Horrific Swallow: Beasts can permanently obtain the skills of the creatures they devour; weaker beings can be killed directly by devouring]. [Talent Plunder: Each time a life is taken, a random talent of the deceased is acquired]. ... Despite odds stacked against him, Ye Feng chose to forsake choosing a high-star beast, instead contracting with the Earth Ape King and cultivating it into a Great Saint Qi Tian. The mythical Great Saint Qi Tian, the world-embracing World Tree, the world-consuming Great Golden Sun Crow, and the Kun Peng which controls the way of space and force; This is an era exclusive to Ye Feng, where gods retreat, and all realms bow down.

A young man who wanted nothing but love from others died while talking to a mysterious author of his favourite novel. However, that wasn't the end for him, as he reincarnates in a Xianxia world with a Wish Fulfillment system. He can wish for anything, and it will be fulfilled. Finally, getting a chance to make his dream come true, he decided to make his own Divine Harem Sect where he would have a whole sect to love him. Of course, that also includes other type of love... ..... "Huh!? What do you mean my disciples destroyed your sect? That's impossible! Don't you see how cute and kind they are? They are harmless!" "Hmm? My disciple flattened the Hollow Mountains? Don't joke around. Can't you see her sleeping peacefully in my lap?" "My dear disciples, why are you all lowering your robes? Wait! Why are you taking my clothes off? Well, now I can't do anything about this." ... Warning: mc won't be your alpha male like other smut where he fucks women just because they're hot and sets them aside. There will be Yuri, so you're warned. I mean, it's hot when your two girls in a harem play with each other, right? 5 extra chapters for every castle 8 extra chapters for every spacecraft 12 extra chapters for every Golden Gachapon That's all for now. Discord https://discord.com/invite/auje95R4k7 Happy reading.

Synopsis of *Fall of Eden* In the radiant empire of Rozarstar, Ashura Kanon, the youngest scion of the once-great Kanon family, is branded "defactus," shunned for his perceived laziness and wasted potential. While the noble families thrive, Ashura lives in the shadows, supported only by Rozaria, the empress's grandmother, who sees his true worth. As casualties rise from the dark forces of the Abyss, the council turns a blind eye, dismissing the suffering of commoners. Concerned about the impending threat, Ashura's world shifts when Rozaria gifts him robes from the legendary School of the Arcane. This unexpected turn ignites a spark within him, hinting at hidden talents and a destiny he never anticipated. With the empire on the brink of chaos, Ashura must confront his fears and embrace his potential. In a journey filled with mystery and rising tension, he will discover his true purpose and the strength to protect Rozarstar from the shadows threatening to engulf it.

Aurelia, a land divided into five empires—Carthage, Sunaria, Winteris, Skotos, and Verdantia—is oppressed with tension and history. Once ravaged by wolves, the land endured a devastating conflict known as the Great War, resulting in the defeat of the wolf threat and a fragile peace. In the aftermath, the five empires were established, each with its own sovereign ruler. The laws were overseen by the Council, ensuring the establishment and preservation of unity. However, lingering fear and superstition cloaked the land, particularly regarding Erythro – a Greek word meaning RED. The color that associated with curses and dark magic. According to an ancient prophecy, the appearance of a red-hooded girl heralds impending catastrophe and the rise of the Wolf King, the sworn enemy of humanity. This belief has instilled paranoia and mistrust among the people of the land, leading to the execution of individuals suspected of witchcraft. In Carthage, one of the empires, resides a girl adorned in a crimson robe—a figure of intrigue and suspicion. As rumors spread of her alleged connection to the Wolf King, the inhabitants of Carthage view her with suspicion and fear. Is she truly a witch conspiring with their enemies, or is she merely a pawn in a larger, more sinister game? The mystery surrounding the red-cloaked girl deepens as the empire wrestles with questions of power, loyalty, and the true nature of evil.

"I'll do whatever it takes to protect my world even if i become a villain". Iode de Pandavatton, a wizard from an average peasant home supposedly found out that he the inheritor of one of the founder of the wizard tribe. Due to these power, he was having visions of a distant future. he went around his world (heaters) telling them of his visions. but as time goes on it was forgotten and Iode himself vanished. many years passed, Iode saw himself traveling around various planes; underworld, earth, the celestial realm etc. but Iode soon found his way back home but instead of laying low and protecting the his world behind the scenes, he went on a conquest campaign claiming it for the greater good. He succeeded in his conquest but heroes soon rise from the conquered nations to put an end to his villainous act. but when the true threat comes would Iode, the heroes and the nations have unity and strength to stop it?

In a world where the past is shrouded in myth and the present is governed by unseen forces, a young boy awakens in the heart of a desolate jungle, the world around him disturbingly silent. With no memory of how he arrived, he finds a strange eye symbol glowing on his chest, a mark that feels both foreign and familiar. Fragmented recollections stir within him—a man in robes, a temple with pillars, and the eerie question: *"Are you ready?"* His hesitant but willing response, *"Yes, I am ready,"* haunts him as he struggles to piece together his forgotten past. As he stumbles through the jungle, a sense of foreboding overwhelms him, leading him to a distant plain where the sight that awaits is enough to freeze him in place. The world seems to hold its breath, and the boy is left alone with the faint remnants of a ritual long past, tied to ancient powers no one remembers. Unbeknownst to him, his awakening is the first ripple in a chain of events that will unearth forgotten secrets, challenge the very balance of the world, and set him on a path towards uncovering the true nature of the symbols that bind him. In the shadows of legends long faded, the boy's journey is only just beginning.

The main character Addison del Triesh is a Nobel during the day but at night she is an assassin working for the crown prince who is a childhood friend. Because of this Addison never formed close relationships with anyone because the crown prince got jealous and always punished anyone who got close to her. Until one day when Addison was given a job to take a traitor Duke Claud of house Targel. But when Addison slipped into his room at the dead of the night he was waiting in his drinking some wine in his robe with his sword beside him. Addison wasn't surprised so she pulled out her duel blades and lunged at Claud but he whipped out his sword and blocked it. Addison, soon realizing she was no match for Claud, left. But she would always follow him around dressed as a maid or a farmer. She even pretended to be one of his knights. But she always failed. And on day while she was out as her regular self Addison del Triesh, he found her threatened her that he would tell the emporer she was trying to kill him. So Addison was forced to become one of his knights for real this time. But the crown prince didn't like this and now he's trying to take back what is self proclaimed his.

**Tag:** R-18, Harem-seeking protagonist, Evil protagonist, Perverted protagonist, Handsome male lead, Cruel characters, Special abilities, Eastern and Western settings in a SciFi world, unhinged comedy, tragedy, slightly above average intelligent characters and plot twist. Synopsis: Zachary "Zach" Walters is the ultimate nerd: 22 years old, perpetually unemployed, and perfectly content to spend his days locked in his room, devouring fantasy novels. Living off rent from a shop his late parents left him, Zach believes the world outside is overrated, especially when he has his trusty laptop and an endless supply of energy drinks. But after spending weeks reading Chronicles of the Archmage: Arkanis Ascends, Zach hits his limit. The novel's ending—was shit, the power of friendship nonsense—pushes him into a full-blown rant. He tears into the author with an unhinged, scathing comment in the forums, mocking the novel, the villain's pathetic defeat, and even the author's "beady eyes" for writing something so cringe-worthy even saying he who isn't a author can write better. "You think you're better than me as an author? Better than my protagonist? Let's see how you fare in my world." Suddenly such text appeared. Before he can reply, Zach is yanked into the very fantasy universe he mocked, reincarnated as a disgraced prince banished from his kingdom for sleeping with the king’s concubine. Stripped of his royal status but not his charm, Zach quickly realizes that fighting villains or becoming a hero is overrated. Instead, he decides to focus on the finer things in life: building a perverted waifus harem and indulging in every smutty fantasy he’s ever dreamed of. But in a world of cunning regressors, overpowered plot armour characters, arch mages and scheming nobles, Zach's carefree antics might just land him in hot water—or worse, dead. Can this trash-talking keyboard warrior survive his own delusions, or will he end up as another failed side character in someone else’s story? When fantasy meets debauchery, chaos is sure to follow.

“Your mission is to retrieve an artifact that was lost a long time ago. But that artifact wasn’t here in our realm. You have to find it on Earth. Someone had stolen the item ages ago and escaped. It was time to search for it again and try to have it back. It is destructive for Earth. We know their world was much more fragile than ours. And I chose you for this mission, General Rizika, for I believe in you. The kingdom as well. Will you accept the mission?” The king announced. [System: Mission: Retrieve the Autonus artifact.] [System: Please confirm.] “System, confirm.” She announced with a hard tone. [System: Mission: Retrieve the Autonus artifact confirmed. The tasks would start upon reaching Earth.] When she crossed the portal. [System: Hello, Rizika. Welcome to Earth.] [System: Checking your body...] ‘Wait, your voice changed.’ The male robotic voice that her system had in Albria had turned into a girly voice with a high-pitched tone. It wasn’t robotic at all. It seemed like there was a teenager in her head. [System: Loading resources...] [System: Opening...] [Glamour: Cool, Chic, Vibrant, Natural, Hot, Sunny. Select which one.] Each one was showing an image of her face with the makeup. [Footwear: Flipflops] [Jewelries: Star-studded earrings, bangle bracelet, diamond pendant necklace] [Other accessories: None] [Gold chest: None] [System: This is a Goddess system. Start with the mission to earn and visit beauty shops.] “A Goddess system? What the hell?! This is a fucking scandal!” She wasn’t done rampaging yet. “An—” She was panting in furiousness. “An insult! A debauchery to my career!” She went to a nearby tree and punched the sturdy bark. She had never even touched any makeup in her life. She was solely focused on training, fighting, and drinking beer with the knights. She’s a respectable general in her kingdom. Never in her life did she even wear a girl’s clothes outside of her standard military dress robe uniform. Sure, she had suitors, for despite how manly her actions and status are, her natural beauty was remarkable in the entire kingdom. She did not even pay attention to it. “System, do you know what’s the freaking mission?” It was a sarcastic question. “It’s to ret—” [System Mission: Tame the Mafia Boss] "What the actual fuck?" AN: Be warned for cursing, vulgarity, and sexiness. This is also the first time I write about systems. But it would focus in romance. > Please do check out my other story, THE RUNAWAY HUNTRESS. Thank you so much.

In the year 2020 of the Immortal Emperor Han Calendar, a deadly virus called the Immortal Slayer took the cultivation world by storm. Tens of thousands of cultivators died at the hands of the Immortal Slayer virus, while millions more remained cooped up in their abodes, hoping to see the light of day again. A year later, while every cultivator was doing their best to ward off the Immortal Slayer virus, a young scholar by the name of Sion acquired the red robes of a dead cultivator. Without thinking, Sion immediately put on the red robes and changed his fate forever.

They called me The Whisperer. A joke. A mockery. The boy with the weakest magic just because I was a farmer. I was powerless when they came. I watched as my father and my mother was slaughtered. My village was burned to ashes, and the man in the black robe vanished, leaving nothing but blood and unanswered questions. All I had left was my infant sister and the faint spark of magic they all ridiculed. But even a whisper can grow into a storm. Now, I walk the path alone. My weak magic will become their weakness. I will make them hear the screams they left behind, feel the pain they inflicted, and drown in the vengeance they thought they escaped. They thought I was nothing. They were wrong. I will rise, and the last thing they’ll ever hear… is a whisper.

Skyscrapers stretched towards the heavens, colossal bridges arched over gleaming rivers, and a vibrant city pulsated with life and history—it was pure paradise for Grid. Having once been an Archmage who perished from old age, his past life was filled with the intricate arts of Golem-making and Puppetry. Now, he felt like a shark unleashed in an ocean teeming with possibilities, eager to devour all that this new world had to offer. Every marvel of magic and more seemed to leap from the pages of the novels that littered this modern landscape. The stark contrast between his former realm and this thriving metropolis exhilarated him; it felt as if prosperity flowed through the very air he breathed. Amidst his fascination and swirling confusion, Grid’s mind raced with ideas, bursting forth like fireworks illuminating the night sky. This extraordinary world brimmed with wonder and a wealth of information just waiting to be discovered. His pulse quickened; the insatiable quest for knowledge unfolded before him in an endless expanse, all stored within these incredible devices they called computers. With a single tap on the keyboard, Grid began to rewrite the very fabric of existence, consuming the collective knowledge of humanity at lightning speed. Join Grid on a thrilling journey as he navigates this modern world, shattering the limits of his former life and harnessing cutting-edge technological wonders to unlock the secrets of the universe!

The biggest mistake of Alicia's life, was trying to commit suicide. She found herself in the body of a 19 years old princess in exile, in the middle ages. What's more? She was forced to marry Prince Harold; the infamous white-haired hot tempered Prince who wouldn't mind killing someone for the most irrelevant reason. Now, her wedding is only a few hours from now and the 'princess', which happens to be Alicia, is supposed to display some 'princessly' skills to the guest. Quick question: Is twerking allowed in the middle ages? She knew one thing for sure, the wedding was going to be a disaster and the hot tempered prince was going to kill her before she found her way back home. God Help Her! ThatAmazingGirl in collaboration with Miss_Behaviour (The writers of In Love With A Klepto) is bringing you another book. "THE CURSED PRINCE'S STRANGE BRIDE" What would you do if you suddenly found yourself in the body of a princess in the ancient time? What's more, he isn't only a werewolf, he is also cursed by the moon goddess. EXCERPT: What should she do? She was confused and had no idea what was going on. Weddings in the middle ages was weird! What the hell is 'Virtues recitation'? Should she pretend to faint? That was the only thought that made sense. So that was what she did. She slowly collapsed on the ground and heard how everyone began to gasp and exclaim.  Alicia wanted them to take her out of there and then she would find a way to escape. But maybe she was unlucky after all, because when she peeped under her lashes, wondering why no one was coming to carry her out, she saw a golden robe, before the person crouched down in front of her. She shut her eyes tightly and stilled her breath. She was an actress, after all. She could pull this off flawlessly.  "That was a bad act, my lady." The deep voice spoke, causing goosebumps to rise on her skin. Scary. "I will only give you three seconds to get up."  His voice wasn't really threatening, but somehow he commanded fear, especially with the slow and careful way he spoke. She had heard he was bad-tempered. What would he do after the three seconds passed? Would he kill her? Then would she die here? How did he even know she was pretending? Were people in the middle ages usually smart? She opened one eye to peek at him and saw him staring right at her with a smirk.  THERE WAS NO WAY THE WEDDING WASN'T HAPPENING. SHE WAS SO DEAD! ******* Werewolf (Check) Cursed prince (Check) Transmigration (Check) Comedy (Check) Romance (Double Check) ADD TO YOUR LIBRARY!

Adyah once a Powerful Archmage returned back to the past for unknown reason. Confused by the sudden turn of events. he tried to normalize things as much as possible. He soon realized that things weren't as easy as they appear to be. A huge amount of his memory was altered. or went missing somehow. All of a sudden, he seemingly experienced two lives, for one, where he roamed freely as a powerful Archmage and second the harsh reality he was presented with. Follow Adyah as he uncovers one secret after another that not only went beyond his wildest expectation but even made him question his past life which according couldn't be more perfect.