Milanese Plate Armor

Xu Feng transmigrated into the cultivation world with only one useless cheat. When he was born, the Golden Armored Spirit Turtle had just hatched, and according to the family tradition, it was bestowed upon him as his companion spiritual beast. Thinking that the Golden Armored Spirit Turtle had an extraordinary bloodline, he believed it would become a great companion in the future. However, to his surprise, it took twenty years for it to reach the Qi-Refining stage. So Xu Feng gave up all his expectations. He decided to keep nurturing it. If he failed, he could just pass it on to future generations. Unexpectedly... A colossal golden turtle, as vast as the entire world, lay across the shattered land. Looking at the devastated world, Xu Feng harshly tapped the head of the golden turtle. "Try to be more gentle next time!"

Raiyan died broken. Forgotten. Now, he wakes in Myria — a brutal world ruled by monsters and the System. No class. No allies. Just a rare Trait, [Soul Memory], and a single goal: Survive. As threats close in and secrets stir beneath the surface, Raiyan must claw his way from the bottom. No prophecies. No plot armor. Just instinct, pain... and the will to never die helpless again.

When a Filipino Brings a Gundam to a Sword Fight > "Oh great, another summoner. Just what we need—more useless adventurers." > > *Famous last words from Sir Knight-Who-Got-His-Butt-Kicked* Look, getting isekai'd is already weird enough, but being a Filipino summoner in a fantasy world? That's like bringing *balut* to a fancy French dinner party – completely unexpected and guaranteed to raise some eyebrows. Picture this: There I was, contemplating whether to have *sisig* or *adobo* for dinner, when suddenly – **POOF!** – I got yeet'd into Medieval Times™ faster than my mom could throw her legendary tsinelas. And what did the universe decide to gift me with? The supposedly "weakest" class: *a summoner*. But here's where it gets *interesting*. These fantasy folks thought I'd be pulling rabbits out of hats or summoning cute forest creatures. **Boy, were they in for a surprise!** Because while they were expecting wooden sticks and basic swords, I was busy figuring out if I could summon: * My mom's battle-tested tsinelas (with +20 critical hit, mind you) * A fully-loaded M16 *Armor you say? " How about a mask raider suit! Or iron man armor!(credit to marvel ) * And oh yeah, *casual flex*, **AN ENTIRE FREAKING GUNDAM** Let me tell you something funny about being the "weak" summoner – when you can call forth weapons that would make Michael Bay weep tears of explosive joy, suddenly nobody's laughing at your class choice anymore. Welcome to my story of how a Pinoy turned the weak summoner class from zero to hero, one ridiculous weapon at a time. yeah that's me your accidental hero! #connected universe!

Max Carter once owned a chain of successful restaurants. That was before his rivals used underhanded tactics to ruin his reputation and drive him into bankruptcy. Now, reduced to delivering food on a scooter, Max still dreams of rising again. One rainy evening, fate grants him a second chance—he awakens the Divine Chef System. The system grants him access to a divine recipe roulette, where each spin—earned through dollars made—unlocks incredible dishes from across dimensions. From the very first spin, Max receives ownership of a mysterious abandoned restaurant and several god-tier recipes. With flavors that enchant, dishes that heal, and culinary skills beyond belief, Max begins his journey back to the top. But success attracts attention—and danger. He’ll have to guard his secrets, build a trustworthy team, and out-cook his enemies one plate at a time. This is the tale of a fallen chef reclaiming the world, one divine bite at a time

BURNED AS A TRAITOR. REBORN FOR REVENGE. I was the perfect noble wife... obedient, smiling, silent. Then my husband lit the pyre. My cousin wept before the crowd as flames devoured my silk gown. No one knew I carried Alaric's heir in my womb. That secret burned with me... until I opened my eyes months before it happened. I REMEMBER EVERYTHING. The betrayal. The lies. The child they stole from my future. They thought death would silence me. Instead, it freed me. Now I wear silk like armor and wield my smile like a blade. Every curtsy hides a dagger. Every laugh cuts deeper than screams. I'm dismantling their world one calculated move at a time... and they'll never see it coming. ENTER DUKE CAELAN VORENTHAL: THE WOLF OF THE NORTH. My husband's most dangerous rival. He watches me like he knows I didn't die in those flames. Like he's not afraid to dance with a woman made of fire and fury. He should be my enemy. But he's the only one who sees the storm brewing behind my courtly mask. The only one who doesn't flinch when I bare my teeth. THEY THINK I'M STILL THE GIRL THEY BURNED. THEY'RE ABOUT TO LEARN HOW WRONG THEY ARE. WHAT TO EXPECT: Reborn Noblewoman's Revenge (Second Chance/Time Loop) Political Intrigue & Hidden Bloodline Secrets Morally Grey Duke (Enemy to Obsession Romance) Court Schemes, Face-Slapping & Noble Destruction No Mercy. No Forgiveness. No Plot Armor. Updates: Daily A phoenix doesn't rise from ashes to forgive. It rises to burn everything down.

"Prophecies are meant to be fulfilled. This one was meant to be erased." At the end of Kali Yuga, the world waits for Kalki—the divine avatar fated to end the age of darkness. But fate has fractured. A new force walks the earth. Not born of prophecy. Not blessed by gods. An anomaly—unrecorded, unpredicted, unstoppable. He wears silence like armor. His past, a ghost. His strength, immeasurable. And wherever he walks, the lines of destiny begin to tremble. Some whisper he’s a myth reborn. Others fear he’s a warning written too late. But all will soon understand: He was never meant to exist… and yet, he is here. And he brings with him only one vow: “I Shall Write My Own Destiny!.”

Gu Mianmian lived her whole life feeding others, her tears, her dreams, her money. She gave up her spot in culinary school for her sister. Gave up her dowry for her stepmother. Almost gave up her restaurant dream for a man who swore he’d love her forever. The night before their wedding, she saw ten years ahead, a future of lies, loss, and betrayal. So she called it off. That same day, he married her cousin. This time? She doesn’t cry. She doesn’t beg. She marries the crippled third son of the powerful Lu family. Then she opens Wanwei Lou (Ten Thousand Flavors House) and feeds her enemies their karma on a silver plate. Genre: 1980s Chinese Urban Romance + Foresight + Restaurant Empire + Face-Slapping.

Shu Yu transmigrated to become a mob character, exiled into oblivion after appearing twice after helping the female side character who kept trying to dig a deeper hole for herself. Realizing she couldn't change the outcome, Shu Yu decided to just goof off. But even before the exile came, she was suddenly told that she was not a daughter of the Shu family. She was born to a farmer's family, who were so poor they couldn't afford to repair their leaking house. Having decided to eliminate the tarnishing of their good name, Shu Yu's adopted family decided to murder her. Shu Yu: Come on, see who dies. Returning to her biological family, the sight of a plate of salted vegetables, a barely-full bowl of rice, and her real parents' nervous looks, she finally sighed. No more goofing off, or she's going to starve to death.

If you had a golden apple, who would you give it to? Invited to the banquet, Luo En saw the golden apple in the plate inscribed with "To the fairest goddess" and the three goddesses embroiled in dispute before him, and he picked up a knife with a smug smile. The first step, peeling; he gave the skin to Aphrodite. "To be fair, you're quite pretty. As a layer of skin, you're not bad to look at." The second step, slicing the flesh; he gave that to Hera. "As the queen of heaven, yet everyone in Olympus from 800-year-olds to animals has cuckolded you, including males, females, and even sheep. Since you can't save face anyway, take these insides." The third step, he gave the remaining core to Athena. "You were supposed to be born a male god and take over Zeus's position, but due to Zeus's shenanigans, you lost that seed, so here, have this core." Aphrodite clenched her fists, Hera raised her scepter, Athena summoned her spear and shield... Seeing this, Luo En quickly stepped back, shielding the goddess of discord, Eris, firmly in front of him. "And you still want to be the goddess of discord? Look at me; I got them to unite at once, even better than you with your instigation." "..." Surrounded by Greek gods sharpening their knives, Eris was left in silence.

What if your life was only part of a written story? For sleeping gods? The universe restarts from time to time... but this time something went wrong. An enemy hidden between lines pulls the strings, corrupts births, manipulates gods and destroys from within. While heroes of the past fall, others resurface in new lives. While some want to save the world, others want to understand why it exists. And in the middle of everything... A war between narratives, concepts and free will explodes in every sphere, in every corner of the universe. * Divine armor, powers that erase existence, cosmic betrayals, and reincarnations that are repeated as if they were eternal punishments. # This is not just a story. It's the fight of a whole Universe for not being written again.

"We will see Naradiaz as he struggles with the consequences of the revolution, while the meta-humans wage the final war. At the same time, he will have to discover who he truly is as he tries to stop the war. (This takes place after this is not life .)"What if your life was only part of a written story? For sleeping gods? The universe restarts from time to time... but this time something went wrong. An enemy hidden between lines pulls the strings, corrupts births, manipulates gods and destroys from within. While heroes of the past fall, others resurface in new lives. While some want to save the world, others want to understand why it exists. And in the middle of everything... A war between narratives, concepts and free will explodes in every sphere, in every corner of the universe. * Divine armor, powers that erase existence, cosmic betrayals, and reincarnations that are repeated as if they were eternal punishments. # This is not just a story. It's the fight of a whole Universe for not being written again.

They called him useless. A failure. E-Rank trash. But when Han Trystan awakens the Skill [Book Formation], everything changes. Everyone thinks it’s a joke—until Han learns the truth: He can create anything. Weapons. Artifacts. Armors. Barriers. Even Skills. The system labeled him weak. He was never meant to follow their rules. He was born to break them. _ _ _ _ _ _ Unlock Bonus Chapters! You can earn bonus chapters through the following support: 100 Power Stones = 1 Bonus Chapter 30 Comments = 1 Bonus Chapter 2 Reviews = 1 Bonus Chapter All bonus and extra chapters will be tallied and released every Monday morning. Thank you for giving my novel a chance—I promise you won’t regret the journey

Alera Vayne was once destined to rule. But fate had other plans. Betrayed by the man she loved Kieran, the ruthless king of the underworld her family was slaughtered, her crown stolen, and her womb left as the vessel of a prophecy no one dares to speak of. Now, Alera is back. Hunted by assassins, haunted by the past, and hiding a secret that could ignite a war between realms. But Kieran has changed. More powerful. More dangerous. And he still wants her body, heart, and bloodline. As forbidden magic awakens and kingdoms begin to fall, Alera must choose: Reclaim her throne in a world that wants her dead… Or surrender to a love that could doom them all. She wears the scars of betrayal like armor. He wears the shadows like a crown. Their child could save the world… or destroy it.

In a kingdom fraying at the edges of war, the court jester wears her painted smile like armor. Beneath her laughter lies a dangerous secret—one that blooms in the shadow of silk and steel: a forbidden love for the princess she was meant to distract, not desire. Bound by duty, torn by longing, the two women are drawn into a tangled waltz of whispers, betrayal, and aching touch. As kingdoms bleed and crowns tremble, what begins as a game of glances threatens to unravel everything—honor, loyalty, and the very fabric of their lives. In a world where love is a sin and secrets carry swords, some hearts are destined to break… and some to burn.

You’ve heard of the knight in shining armor. But who’s the one maintaining that shine? You’ve heard of the elf archer’s deadly precision. But who’s the one replenishing the quiver? You’ve heard of the rogue’s stealth. But who’s the one keeping the daggers sharp? Everyone’s heard of the legendary Talos Party and their countless successful quests—but no one ever mentions the one holding everything together. That would be me: Velara, the Support Healer.

In a future where Earth was partially destroyed by an invasion of interdimensional creatures known as Behemoths, the surviving humanity built mega-cities protected by energy walls. To confront these threats, a militarized law enforcement organization called F.R.A.G. (Force Recon Against Giants) was founded, a fighting force equipped with biochemical weapons, enhanced armor, and special implants that grant each agent a Mastery Technique, based on an energy source called the "Anima Core."

Waking up inside the ruins of an orphanage, Alexander finds himself chained and sold to slavery. A modern metallurgist, trapped in ancient times, watch as he tries to play with the cards fate dealt him. He will make plate armor, invent paper, build roads, teach governance and many more, as he tries to carve a place for himself. But how can such things not attract jealous eyes? The naval superpower- Cantagena, The unstoppable army of- Exolas, The superpower of the east- Adhania, The mercantile confederation- Sybarsis, The religious fanatics- Iyizarid, And the ever-present- Barbarians of the Barren Forrest, All want something from each other. In this ocean of sharks, follow a small carp as it struggles to leap through the dragon gate and establish a dynasty to outlast them all. The cover is not mine. If you are the owner of this cover, comment and I will remove it.

The Skytear Prophecy He fell from the heavens, broken and bandaged… yet marked by fate. When a nameless orphan dies in the modern world, fate tears open the veil of reality and throws him into a realm of soul-bound warriors, mana-scarred battlefields, and kingdoms still bleeding from a demonic war. Chosen by an ancient prophecy, the boy awakens in the arms of a lonely Empress—believed to be a divine child, marked by a glowing symbol and golden blood. But he is no savior. Not yet. In a world where power is measured by the number of mana circles around one’s heart, he begins with only one… yet that single circle radiates strength equal to four. Hated by nobles. Loved by the broken. He must rise—master his Soul Armor, survive the trials of the Celestial Academy, and stand when divine armies fall. Because when the demons return… Only the Skytear can stop the end.

In a fractured city where hunters wear armor stitched with magic and fight ruins, Yue runs an elite boutique for monsters and mercenaries alike. Her world is built on control until Ivonne returns. A towering, battle-scarred warrior from her past, masked. Demanding nothing but Yue’s craft and silence..But why is Ivonne suddenly acting all strange? And how does she have a thread laced with her power, but she didn't create it yet?

In a world torn by war and magic, only the strongest guilds survive. The Crimson Fangs are one of them an elite group of wizard knights bound by power, trauma, and secrets. Kael, the water knight warrior, seeks revenge for a past soaked in blood. Mira, cloaked in silence, commands water with eerie precision. Garrik, Lyra, and Raze—the earth-bound knights—carry burdens heavier than their armor. But when a forgotten enemy resurfaces and a rift tears open the sky, the guild faces an ancient power that could erase the world. Betrayals will rise. Friendships will shatter. And one of them… will fall into darkness. Can they survive the storm, or will the fire that binds them burn them all?

*A slow-burn fantasy romance. The weak to strong tale of a peasant on the path of finding the love he deserves. Most romance novels focus on the woman's perspective, but what about the heroes of these stories?* NOT HAREM Synopsis: Being the son of a romance author has put unrealistic ideas in Henry's head. Despite his bad luck of being born a peasant, he can't help daydreaming whenever he sees a knight in shining armor riding away with a beautiful lady. Someone like him isn't supposed to be anything but a stable hand - working hard until his last breath just like his father. So why does he feel so compelled to seek out a life much greater than he could ever hope for? He wonders what the view will look like from the top, but he won't know until he gets there!

Guts materialized in the absolute center of a maelstrom of destruction. He was the epitome of carnage and destruction given form, his very being molded by the inferno around him. His silhouette, stark against the flames, was unmistakable: clad in the black, demonic visage of the Berserker Armor, its eyes glowing with predatory malice, and the impossibly vast, jagged iron of the Dragonslayer already gripped in his gauntleted hand. From the shattered earth beneath his boots, from the smoke-choked air around him, countless desperate, wailing souls rose. They were the victims of Ohara, their lives brutally extinguished in the cataclysm. They streamed towards him, not as individual entities, but as a collective river of agony and despair, drawn by some unseen force. They flowed into him, a torrent of desperate consciousness, merging with his very essence. He felt their terror. Their pain. Their final regret. Their futile rage. Their lives, denied their full course, now fueled his denial of mortality, binding him to this new existence.

"Gosh, you and your Divine-Level items, you are so cocky, yet you are still garbage amongst other garbage compared to me." I said, looking at my agonizing enemy. "Yo- You just got lucky!" He screamed. "AHAHAHAH," I finally had gone insane after all these years. "LUCKY? FUCKING LUCKY?! DID YOU EVEN LOOK AT WHAT ITEMS YOU HAD? THOR'S HAMMER, HERMES'S BOOTS, THE SWORD OF ARTEMIS, AND THE ARMOR FORGED BY HEPHAISTOS! WHILE I HA- No, you know what, forget it, you're better off dead." "UnLuck", VR Novel, Author: ZeroKip.

In a fractured future where Earth’s colonies cling to survival behind domed cities and orbital fortresses, humanity faces extinction not from above — but from within. The Dreadborne: lab-grown apex predators once meant to secure mankind’s dominance, have turned feral and unrelenting, tearing through everything in their path. Only the United Colonial Front’s elite UCIC forces stand between civilization and collapse. Among the newly enlisted are Israel and Isaiah Johnson — two brothers drafted into the crucible of war and assigned to Forward Unit Delta-9, a hybrid squad forged from precision infantry and specialized suit operators. One dons the stealth-optimized Eidolon suit, orange-plated and built for recon and rapid engagement. The other, quiet and calculating, becomes the team’s Gideon — a combat engineer and combat medic, armored in deep green and carrying the burden of keeping everyone alive. As the brothers undergo brutal simulations, suit integration, and frontline indoctrination, they’ll be thrust into the fire not only of alien horrors but of human treachery. The real threat may not lie in the Brood Zones alone — but in the shadows cast by powerful corporations funding a growing insurrection. Caught between genetic annihilation and a civil war on the rise, the brothers must hold the line, no matter the cost. Bonds will be tested. Blood will be spilled. And not all of them will make it home. This is Brothers of the Infernal Front — a grounded military sci-fi epic where loyalty is rare, steel is sacred, and survival is earned one drop at a time.

Di dunia paralel bernama Yomi no Kuni, sebuah negeri terpecah antara cahaya dan kegelapan. Di bawah sinar bulan merah yang abadi, berdiri kastil megah tempat tinggal seorang penguasa kegelapan: Kaisar Vardzel, sang vampire abadi. Ia duduk di takhta obsidian, mengenakan armor kulit hitam berduri dengan sorotan mata merah menyala yang bisa menembus jiwa siapa pun. Kejahatannya telah mengubah musim menjadi dingin abadi dan membangkitkan pasukan undead untuk menaklukkan dunia. Namun legenda kuno meramalkan bahwa dari dunia lain, seorang Hero akan dipanggil oleh roh-roh suci untuk melawan kegelapan ini.

A man with a lifelong martial arts background, raised in Asia due to his family's profession, moves to the US for education and work. He discovers Historical Medieval Battles through a colleague and becomes deeply passionate about it. He trains hard and becomes skilled enough to represent his country. During a competition, his armor fails, and he's struck in the head with a two-handed axe, seemingly dying. But is this truly the end?"

Maya prophesied that December 21, 2012 would be the end of the world. On this day, some people were anxious and afraid of not seeing the sun the next day. More people held a playful attitude and celebrated with their loved ones in the early morning night, waiting for dawn to celebrate their safe passage through the end. The next day, the sun rose as usual, and people only thought that God was joking with everyone, working and living as usual. But they were too happy too early. The end has already quietly arrived, but they have been adapted to the harsh environment, unable to see the green mountains turn into yellow soil, and flowers and birds disappear; Unable to see the clear river turning into a foul smelling canal, fish and shrimp are dying; Unable to see grassland turning into desert, land howling According to the Observatory, there was a once-in-a-millennium meteor shower in the early morning of December 21, 2020. Many places can be seen with the naked eye, with young men and women rushing to tell each other, eagerly anticipating this romantic meteor shower. At midnight, the long-awaited miracle finally appeared. The moon, which had been hard to see for a long time, descended like a silver plate, clear and bright, right in front of me But then people were extremely frightened. According to the lunar calendar, this day is the Winter Solstice Festival on the seventh day of the winter lunar month. How could there be a full moon This is a beautiful miracle It's still the beginning of the nightmare

> Genre: Fantasy, Comedy, Yuri (slow-burn) I was just trying to finish a good book... not get reincarnated into it. After binge-reading a twenty-four-volume fantasy epic without sleep, I died and woke up as Celia Averna—a spoiled noble girl and third-rate villainess who gets kicked out of the story before the real plot begins. She was meant to be a footnote. A joke. But this Celia has one advantage: she’s read the entire novel. Now armed with meta knowledge, sarcasm, and no plot armor whatsoever, I’m rewriting fate one step at a time. Surviving a magical academy, avoiding doom flags, and possibly—accidentally—stealing the heroine’s spotlight? Bring it on. After all, who says a background villainess can’t be the main character?

Eldrath was once a continent of kingdoms and gods. Now, it is a graveyard. Centuries ago, the Hollow War shattered the world. It tore through empires, burned cities into ash, and left the skies haunted. Magic bled dry, the old bloodlines were broken, and twisted beasts now roam the wilds. Only scattered remnants of the old world remain—ruins, cursed blades, and hollow-eyed survivors clinging to their scars. In this world of wind and ghosts, a lone knight awakens—encased in black, crooked armor and with no name, no past, and no identity. He is soon found by a prophetess and her young ward—two wanderers burdened by visions of a dying future. She recruits him in order to reclaim the order back into Eldrath.He alone may hold the key to Eldrath’s blessing or...reckoning. The unknown man's journey across a horrifying and terribly beautiful world of Eldrath begins.

The world bows to Eleven God-Emperors until tonight. The last rebellion begins with a whisper... and ends with the sky screaming. They were never meant to win. The throne was never meant to break. That thing watching from the eclipse? It's been waiting for them. Hayuni dances through bloodshed in silks that slit throats, her fox-spirit whispering secrets no mortal should know. Payune marches in armor fused to her flesh, the last daughter of dragons carrying a sword that eats gods.