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Birth By Sleep Novel

Birth Of The Crafts-God

Lucas Yohan, originally born in a world filled with magic and mana, gets transmigrated for the second time into an advanced interstellar world that blends strange magic and technology in ways he never thought could be possible. Upon awakening, he discovers that his transmigrations were no coincidences and is now in possession of the Crafts-God System, a system dedicated to creating a new successor to the deceased Crafts-God, who is an existence with the ability to create anything and everything. Lucas decides to fulfill the goal of the system and become the new Crafts-God, but he's faced with an incredulous challenge; he can't learn magic. @@@@@@@@@ Special Note: The system might appear as controling in the first few chapters, but don't let this get to you. I've attached a few explanations for this in the comment section. There would be at least one chapter daily at either: 11pm-12am GMT 6pm-7pm EST (Eastern Standard Time) 12am-1am WAT and CEST (West African Time and Central European Time) 6am-7am ICT (IndoChina Time) 8:30am-9:30am ACT (Australian Central Time) or 4pm GMT 5pm WAT and CEST (West African Time and Central European Time) 11am EST (Eastern Standard Time) 11pm ICT (IndoChina Time) 1:30am ACT (Australian Central Time) If there are extra/bonus chapters, it would also be uploaded during these times. DISCLAIMER: Cover art is AI generated until I can afford/get an artist. Nothing here is an imitation or copy of anything based in reality. Despite being action, I do not promote violence, murder, theft, plagiarism, racism, or any vices in this work.
Homeless_Author · 330.2K 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 · 703K Views

Reality Novel

Again and again. Over a thousand times Rayhan failed to save the world, to save the ones that he loves but he keeps failing. But he was still determined to win. Valen mumbled and snickered as he read his favourite novel. Smack! Valen fell to the floor and dropped his phone, with one hand on his throbbing cheek, he looked to see who had hit him but he already knew. His breathing, unsteady and his heart pounding. Valen stood up and went back to his seat ignoring the dark haired fiend that had struck him. Smack! Valen was hit again by the fiend. This time, Valen lost his timid coolness, but before he could fight back, he heard screams and felt the school building shake. He looked around to see what was happening and his body trembled with fear and excitement. He saw a raven black haired male with sharp brown eyes and a chiselled jawline. It was Rayhan. And with him was his cohort. Valen was confused, more so shocked. But before he could take it all in, he saw all sorts of monsters and beasts pouring out the 'gates'. All of the students in the school attempted to flee but as some succumbed to the monsters they all ran to hide. At the moment the heroes, along with Rayhan, fought the strongest and didn't seem to understand their situation, Valen on the other hand hid inside his locker. He never knew that the novel he loved reading all these years would be real, better yet come to his life. At first, it was very popular but soon, only Valen was left. Valen closed his eyes and waited for the chaos and turmoil to pass with time, hours and hours flew and it seemed the situation was calming down a bit. Valen left the safety of the locker and looked around. He looked left and then right; nothing. He walked around the hall and from time to time he would look outside the windows to see if the heroes were still fighting the major beasts; which they were. Tack! Tack! Tack! A hideous Cerberus charged at Valen and lunged in his direction, Valen clumsily threw himself out of harms way in an attempt to save himself. The Cerberus charged again, this time there was no chance of his prey escaping, Valen found himself backed up against a wall, on his left and right were more walls and behind him was the door to the janitor's room. The Cerberus opened it's maw, revealing it's long sharp teeth and bit into Valen's arms and forearms as he protected his head. Valen gritted his teeth and his mind was blind with fury. He couldn't die, not when his favourite novel somehow came to life. Not before he met the Hero and his cohort. Valen screamed as the pain and agony of his arms being torn off suddenly became unbearable. Valen soon saw dark, he was losing consciousness. System Alert! Achievement reached New Skill unlocked! Berserker [??? Rank] Name: Valen Arrenhoun Age: 17 Sex: Male Race: Human Rank: Awakened G Rank Potential: [???] Skills: Berserker... Manuals: None
Mighty_Milk · 7.3K Views

Assassination in novel

Soo hee , who was in assassination organisation Suddenly transferred in a novel she once read She was born within the organisation headquarters with several experiments on her Focused mainly on whether humans can manifest mana or not That illegal organisation was sponsored by billionaires . Also backed by the government as top secret !! at the age of 7 years old she concurred mana and had potential assassination experience with 3 more experimented childrens However, this came to an end , by the order of government officials she's now with a new adoptive family, not a good one . Nevertheless , She is living her daily life in highschool has friends but with a fake mask . she was enjoying the evening mesmerizing breeze on top of the terrace of school but suddenly someone pushed her , " What , what's happening!!? ,this can't be , "I can't use my magic " "The time froze " , what's happening " I'm suddenly loosing my sight , this can't be " tsk tsk how long you are going to sleep "what " wt.. opening her eyes , an unfamiliar celing , a window with very little light and a cold attic ....Da dun .... " did someone just pushed me off bed " , my lady how long are you going to sleep , sleeping and dreaming won't help you escaping reality just eat and put my work at ease " she looked like a maid dark brown hairs ... " Soo hee : what's your name ? , haa ! hahaa have you finally lost it , well you can call me miss Betty ! soo hee : Betty ..... o_o wait !! Betty volsky, hmmmm .. why , have you finally lost your mind , so what !! it's me soo hee : this can't be she looked at the mirror in front of her , an anonymous girl was sitting at floor she looked at her frail hands what!! seriously!! " am I , In my novel , no way !! status window : Welcome my esteemed player !!... Survive .. !! quest
Khushi_9736 · 495 Views
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