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Aztec Gods And Mythology

The world of killing gods and the sharingan

【 Warning : Mature Content R-18 】 This was a transmigration. And it was an astonishing second transmigration. Although the first one ended rather abruptly... Arriving at the riverside, the child crouched down, scooped up a handful of cool water, and drank it. The sweet and clear river water was more delicious than any beverage on Earth. The child exclaimed loudly, "How refreshing!" Gazing at the water surface, the child's face took on a solemn expression, as if painstakingly brewing something. His eyes suddenly closed, and when he opened them again, an evil aura suddenly emerged on the calm water surface. In the reflection, the innocent - looking child actually had a pair of blood - red eyes! The water surface was rippling, rising and falling, with glistening waves. Yet, those blood - red eyes remained distinct. On the evil - looking blood - red background, a black tomoe slowly rotated around the center of the eye. It was the Sharingan! What followed was quite clear. Lin Xing, an unfortunate guy, had unfortunately transmigrated into the world of Naruto. He managed to survive until the night of the Uchiha clan's massacre, and then, unfortunately, died. This was truly a tragic story! Lin Xing didn't, like many transmigrated heroes, fight Obito and defeat Madara. It wasn't that he lacked talent. In Lin Xing's words, "Geniuses are often nipped in the bud." In the world of Zhu Xian, gods above, Lin Xing was even younger than Sasuke! So, on that fateful night, Lin Xing ran desperately. Suddenly, a ripple appeared in the space ahead, and the big - boss - like figure emerged. Lin Xing didn't even have time to see how the opponent attacked before losing consciousness. Well, let bygones be bygones. Lin Xing stood up, deactivated the eye - catching Sharingan, and looked towards the south. According to what the shopkeeper said, Qingyun Sect was in that direction. The world of Zhu Xian was full of disasters. When it came to the best place of refuge, Qingyun Sect was undoubtedly the top choice. Lin Xing promised that if he died this time, he definitely wouldn't transmigrate again. The first transmigration was a soul - transmigration, which was quite normal. The second one couldn't really be considered a proper transmigration in the strict sense. The Sharingan was still there, his five - year - old body remained the same, and even the other - world clothing he wore before his death was intact. Lin Xing guessed that something must have gone wrong with the masked man's space - time ninjutsu, and by some strange coincidence, he was sent to this world. If he were to die this time, he would truly lose everything. Having made up his mind, Lin Xing vowed to join Qingyun Sect.
DaoistPe0USa · 129 Views

KILLERS OF GODS

Dans un monde où les dieux règnent en maîtres absolus, les humains ne sont que des pions, soumis à leur cruauté et à leurs caprices. Kenpachi Zaraki, seul survivant d’un village massacré par un ange envoyé par les dieux, est hanté par une scène de pure horreur : son village détruit, sa femme et son fils gisant sans vie, accusés de s’être alliés avec la divinité déchue Yeshoua. Après trois jours passés dans l’inconscience, il se réveille au milieu des cadavres. Là, devant les corps de sa famille, il fait un serment : se venger de ces divinités cruelles qui lui ont tout pris et libérer le monde de ces soi-disant « protecteurs » qui ne voient les humains que comme des pions sur un échiquier. Peu importe qui se dresse sur son chemin – humains, berserks, ou autres serviteurs des dieux – il les détruira sans hésitation. Mais au fil de sa quête sanglante, Kenpachi rencontre des camarades qui partagent sa haine des dieux et des amis prêts à risquer leur vie pour ses idéaux. Chaque pas vers la vengeance l’entraîne toutefois dans un monde plus sombre encore, où chaque combat teste les limites de son humanité. Dans cette guerre où il n’existe ni justice ni pitié, Kenpachi zaraki devra faire un choix : conserver ce qui reste de son âme ou abandonner tout pour accomplir sa vengeance. La révolution des mortels commence. Les dieux trembleront. Lorsque la rage devient une arme, peut-elle vraiment renverser l’immortel ?
RONOHXMULIRO · 567 Views

Gods Playground

Alexandre's life oscillates between entertainment and emptiness. He spends his high school years as a young man chasing parties and drinking. Most of his relationships are superficial, and his friendships are merely for having fun at night and escaping the real world. He constantly feels a void within himself and seeks to fill that emptiness in the excitement of every night. However, one morning, the world he knows suddenly changes. Alexandre opens his eyes in an unknown world after an explosion. Here, no one has fun, and everyone has a purpose to survive. At first, Alexandre struggles to adapt to the new world with a great sense of emptiness, realizing that the satisfaction he seeks is not here. He now lives in a reality that cannot be escaped with drinks or filled with parties. Yet, in this world, there is another struggle waiting for Alexandre: the pains and voids he must confront within himself. With each step, Alexandre's soul and thoughts deepen. He begins to question his life filled with emptiness. He starts to understand that entertainment is merely an escape, and drinking is just a momentary relief. Surviving in the new world requires a greater mental and spiritual battle. While facing his inner void, he also has to fight the shadows of his past. He realizes that his life filled with parties and drinks was an illusion, and his true struggle is with himself. Alexandre's story is a compelling narrative of a young man lost in emptiness, seeking meaning and undergoing a process of inner transformation. As he tries to leave behind the emptiness and escape of his past, and rebuild himself as a real human being, Alexandre will discover not only a physical world but also a psychological evolution.
NerdVsHeaven · 1.5K Views

Aztec Immortals The Rise of an Empire

In the year 1469 AD, during the peak of the Aztec Empire in Mesoamerica, a soul from the future journeys back in time. His mission: to save the Indigenous peoples from their doomed fate and establish a powerful empire in Mesoamerica! This is the dawn of the Age of Exploration. European colonizers have just begun to venture into unknown territories, seeking to conquer the rich lands of the Americas and seize control of the vast New World. They stand on the threshold of an era of expansion stretching from the Americas to Africa, India, and the Far East, poised to dominate the next five centuries. But now, an immortal soul arrives to change it all. He intends to unite Mesoamerica under a single banner, inherit two thousand years of American civilizations, and resist the onslaught of Western colonizers. Over the course of centuries, he will lead the Aztec civilization toward its destiny of conquering the Americas. Without the wealth and land of the Americas, what will become of the Western powers? And which path will the world take? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hello everyone, It has been a while since I put out a one-shot Disclaimer for anyone who has not read any of my work previously- I am an AI translatior. I use a mix of research and AI prompting to translate works of fiction into English. I primarily focus on Fanfiction but I wanted to venture out into a new genere and see how it goes. *****This is an AI translation, not an original work!!!****** This book is already uploaded by another translator on webnovel under the title Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America! ~~~ but I did not like the quality of the translation took my own stab at it. My own Mexican background is the reason my interest got piqued and I wanted to see how good the story was on top of dipping my toes into the Alternative history genre. Please enjoy.
Read_and_Chill · 4.3K Views

Sucked Into Mythology

So with my position on the bed, it meant that the book in my hand should be a notebook not a textbook. I dropped my phone and looked at my right . Low and behold! The tall and mysterious figure was sitting on my study chair and was looking at me the whole time . It uttered these words "hello mortal". I was startled and I was about to scream again. 'Don't let me knock you out again ,mortal'. When I heard these words,I knew I had to zip it and find a way to talk myself out of this situation. With my heart beating as a hunting mamma cheetah ,'who are you,no what are you' I asked. I am Thanatos. Mortal,your time has come. Come along now. What do you mean by my time has come? I am Thanatos,the god of death. The god of death? Wait ,so if you're here,does it mean that I am dead? Yes mortal,so you're coming on a journey with me to the underworld. There's no way that I'm dead. Anyways, Isn't Lord Hades,the god of the dead? Yes he is. Then why are you here? As my name suggests, I'm the god of death. Think of it this way, Hades controls the Underworld while I, Thanatos fills it with the dead,like you. Shouldn't a grimm reaper be here instead of you ? Yes,there should have but Hades said I've been lazing around for far too long and handed me this task. You're the first human I'm escorting personally to the other world so consider yourself lucky. I'm sorry Mr Thanatos, however I still don't believe that I'm dead. How else could I have used my phone and felt my blanket? Come with me. To where? To your bathroom and don't call me Mr. You can call me lord Thanatos or prince Thanatos 'Thanatos said'. As we entered the bathroom,I saw my body lying there unconscious.
Ultimate_knowledge · 467 Views
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