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Re-birth: The Beginning after the End

--NEXT MASS RELEASE WILL BE ON MARCH 1ST-- ***Dear readers, hateful comments aimed at my writing style will be removed. I appreciate constructive criticism and feedback but please don’t turn this into a toxic environment or spoil the experience for other readers.*** Li Hua's reign as the twenty-first century's deadliest assassin ended in fire and betrayal. Her own sister, Li Min, turned their elite force against her, leaving nothing but ashes where a legend once stood. In the moment of her death, Li Hua's soul tore free from its earthly bonds, hurtling across the boundaries between worlds until it anchored itself in a new vessel in a realm of ancient martial arts and mystical cultivation. Through this impossible transition, her inner space remained intact—and with it, Little Firefly, her spirit companion. Here, where qi flows like rivers and mountains bow to those who master their cultivation, Li Hua will forge herself anew. No longer content to be merely an assassin of mortal flesh, she sets her sights on ascending to immortality itself—a journey that will shake the very foundations of heaven. DEDICATION To those of us whose cultivation path always leads to immortals with questionable morals and perfect jaw lines. May your daddy issues transcend the three realms and be rewarded with an ancient being who knows exactly what he's doing. AUTHOR'S NOTE Content Warning: This story contains mature themes. Reader discretion is advised. Updates: New chapters release daily. Story Style: This is an epic fantasy with rich world-building and complex characters, woven together with a slow-burn romance subplot. Disclaimer: While this story incorporates some historical facts, it is primarily a work of fiction presenting my unique interpretation of events. This is the ultimate place to chat, speculate, and immerse yourself in the world of my story! -- https://discord.gg/rYQJWfSM
Vangyy · 832.7K Views

Re-Birth of a Genius. Creator/Destroyer

In the 21st century Earth gave Birth to greatest genius ever. A genius who Master myriad of arts. Medicine to Engineering. Mathematics to Micro Biology. Weapon Designing to Environmental control. Music to Painting. Dance to Martial arts. He mastered Everything. He created so many things to help mankind such that he got the title 'Greatest Creator'. But what if he cant get justice for the loss of his loved one due to some political reasons? What if the governments which he served are trying to shield the criminals just because they are rich? Well, the Greatest creator turned into 'Greatest Destroyer'. He got his Revenge But the price is he is dead before realising his full potential. . . . What if he gets a Second chance with all the knowledge he gained in his life. A second life in a different world where a different energy exists? Where humans can reach heavens with this energy? What if he comes to this world where he dont have to bother about all the constraints limiting the technology on modern earth? follw the journey of Sam . AUTHOR'S NOTE. The first few chapters will have some mistakes regarding grammar and spellings and some inconvenience with paragraph arrangements. I will re-edit them whenever I am free. you will see the improvement the further you go. so I hope readers will endure a bit and read more chapters before deciding if the read is worth it or not. thank you Check out my other work: Countdown to Cataclysm . Follow me on Instagram @suryaboddus discord: https://discord.gg/XggwchS
Suryaboddu · 7.3M Views

Tree Growing Bones: Birth of a Necromancer

When young Auriel tragically meets his end, he awakens to a bizarre reality on the distant planet of Warkinels. Reincarnated as a necromancer tree, he finds himself immersed in a world governed by a real-life game system, where every creature is relentlessly striving to level up and gain strength. Unfazed by his peculiar transformation, Auriel embraces his new identity and sets out on a singular quest: to ascend the ranks and become the most powerful being in the Warkinels. With each encounter, he absorbs the life force of fallen creatures, enhancing his own abilities and expanding his necromantic influence. As Auriel delves deeper into the intricacies of Warkinel’s game system, he discovers hidden mechanics and exploits that allow him to accelerate his progression. Along the way, he forms alliances with fellow adventurers and clashes with rival factions, all vying for dominance in the ever-shifting landscape of Warkinels. Driven by an insatiable thirst for power, Auriel navigates treacherous dungeons, battles formidable foes, and unearths ancient artifacts that augment his necromantic prowess. But with each victory comes greater challenges, as rival players and malevolent forces seek to thwart his ascent. As Auriel rises through the ranks of Warkinel’s hierarchy, he becomes a force to be reckoned with, feared and respected by all who dare to oppose him. Yet, amidst his quest for supremacy, he must grapple with the moral implications of his actions and confront the darkness that lurks within his own heart. Arboreal Ascendance is a riveting tale of ambition, sacrifice, and the pursuit of power, as one boy's journey from death to rebirth leads him on an epic quest to conquer the game of life itself.
IZZKOR_ · 95.4K Views

Birth of the Ruler: The Emergence of the Primordial Race

Tags: Celestials, Demons, Titans, Magic, .... Before Earth’s destruction, Zion was involved in a tragic accident that caused his soul to escape the planet. This event spared him from witnessing the catastrophic disaster that annihilated all life, leaving no living creature behind. However, Earth and every soul connected to it underwent an on imaginable distribution as they got refined by the Celestial being for its mysterious purpose. Both souls and matter were erased from existence. After 1,000 cosmic years, Zion was reborn as a Titan, a member of the legendary Primordial Race. Myths tell of how, after creating the Seven Heavens and the Seven Hells, the Cosmos populated them with two opposing forces: the Celestial Race, who adhered to cosmic laws to refine their divinity, and the Demon Race, who defied those same laws in their pursuit of power. But the Celestials and Demons were not the Cosmos’ final creations. A third race was unintentionally born, the Primordials, beings capable of bending the very laws of reality. Feared for their overwhelming power, their existence threatened the delicate balance of creation. To prevent chaos, the Cosmos sacrificed itself, using its own essence to seal the Primordials at the edge of the Void, far beyond the reach of the heavens and hells. Zion, born as the first true Primordial through natural birth, an act that defied cosmic laws, became a member of the Nihiliths, a noble Void Primordial clan. His unique existence granted him unparalleled abilities to manipulate the fabric of reality itself, marking him as a being of extraordinary potential. But his life was far from easy. The Celestials and Demons, unable to rival the Primordials’ power, discovered loopholes in the ancient seal. Out of envy and greed, they began abducting newborn Primordials, exploiting their essence for twisted experiments, weapons, and forbidden alchemy. Zion uncovers a dark truth: the destruction of Earth was not a natural catastrophe but a calculated act to prevent humanity’s evolution into a race capable of rivaling the heavens. Now, Zion must rise as the leader of the scattered and sealed Primordials. He must unite his people, protect them from the relentless schemes of Celestials and Demons, and uncover the secrets behind the Cosmos’ ultimate sacrifice. To reclaim the Primordials’ rightful place in the universe, Zion must embrace his full potential, even if it means bending the laws of creation itself and challenging the balance of existence. releasing days: Monday, Wednesday, Friday
Primordial001 · 110.7K Views

A Weird Way To Cultivate: Birth Of A Legendary Sage

This novel is rated 18 with lots of fan service. If you are wondering if its. -NTR, No it's not. -Yuri, A big no, I guess. I don't know if it is, so maybe is the final answer. -Incest, yes! A BIG YESSSS!!! In a world ruled by cultivation and magic, the past centuries have been defined by the dominance of cultivators and mages. Cultivators capable of crushing planets with a mere squeeze of their hand, and sages who could destroy worlds with a single gesture, have long battled to prove which path holds the greater power. For thousands of years, their rivalry shaped the fabric of existence. However, the tides began to shift. Over time, the longevity of cultivators allowed their strength to grow with each passing year, while mages, bound by their limited lifespans, succumbed to the inevitable toll of mortality—even with the aid of rare elixirs. This gradual imbalance led to the decline of the mages' dominance. But everything changed when a young boy from a humble village awakened a system. When he saw her mother relieving herself at night in her room when he wanted to take a leak. This event caused significant changes for him, as he discovered that he could grow stronger by engaging in perverted activities. [You just masturbated. You just gained 10 experience points] [10/100. Remaining to level up] [You just ejaculated. You have gained 20 experience points & 10 Silver Solaris] [30/200. Remaining to level up]
MarkVillar · 11.6K Views

To Sleep In The Sea Of Time

This is a story of a guy who loses everything, and then gets it back. Same old new world story, just a different kind of story teller. *** They took away our hunter tags. They had us grow our hair. They gave us a new brand, when we were over there. They staged us out of Dragur, East of the Olim Horn. I guess they call us Slaves, but no one calls us much anymore. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. Karn brought Sorrow. Pookie brought Fear. Milk brought the fly boys. They did work in Undia. I worked mostly clandestine. Some Legends I should not say. We played with better wands. I could use the extra pay. Did Mara give the order? Did venom pay the way? They said we were slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. This was before HALO, and Codex was king. Hej atop the rider, he never felt a thing. When our rider caught a spell, and both the mages killed. It pitched us over sideways on some cold Sylph hill. My back felt like it was broken, my legs I could not feel. I kept on slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I never did heal up right from injuries sustained Officially in Torin, unofficially we train. I remember all their faces. They dream about me still. I guess I'm slaying demons, but it's kind of hard to tell. There no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I speak the cold logistic, that old boys speak so well. Veni, Vedi, Vici. I'll see you in Hel. Maybe it's bravado, or an unspeakable guilt. That village, they were demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't wanna to do it anymore. I've done plenty. What is one more? -Corb Lund *** Come guess me this riddle. What beats shire leaves and fiddle? What is hotter than pleasures touch, and whiter than cream? What best wets his whistle? What is clearer than crystal? What is sweeter than honey and stronger than steam? What will make the lame walk? What will make the dumb talk? What is the elixir of life and philosopher's stone? And what helped Pookie-Baba dig up a tunnel, that runs from Shalamanda to West-Torin? When you are digging a crater, It is the best thing in nature, for sinking your sorrows and raising your joys. Sometimes I wonder, if lightning and thunder, is made out of the plunder, of the reddest hiski and oils. *** If you can keep your head when all about you, are losing theirs and blaming it on you. If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too. If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise. If you can dream, and not make dreams your master. If you can think, and not make thoughts your aim. If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster, and treat those two impostors just the same. If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken, twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build them up with worn-out tools. If you can make one heap of all your winnings, and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss and lose, and start again at your beginnings, and never breathe a word about your loss. If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew, to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you; Except the Will which says to them ‘Hold on!’ If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, nor walk with Kings, nor lose the common touch. If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you. If all men count with you, but none too much. If you can fill the unforgiving minute, with sixty seconds worth of distance, run. Yours is the World and everything that’s in it, and which is more you’ll be a Man, my son. - Rudyard Kipling
man_of_culture3030 · 704.6K Views
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