Dumbledore Wooden Wand

Seven unparalleled divine blades. The Ice-Snow Goddess's sigh - Morning Dew Knife. The Roar of the Fire God - Righteous Sun Knife. The Song of the Freedom Wind - Ao Tian's Knife. The melody of Earth's awakening - Longevity Knife. The Hexagonal of God's Hundred Changes - Xuánjī Knife. Dawn penetrating Heaven and Earth - Holy Radiance Knife. The Curse of Eternal Hell - Devouring Demon Knife. These are the seven divine swords, and also seven magic wands imbued with ice, fire, wind, earth, space, light, and darkness. Most importantly, they are also the main character's—kitchen knives.

Xu Zimei found himself reborn, carrying with him all the heaven-shaking cultivation and memories from his previous life. But something was off about the script. Isn’t reincarnation always the protagonist’s theme? However, I was cast as the villain! This is the story of a villain's step-by-step journey to becoming the Demon King. —————————— In an era of great strife, where mystical arts resonated! An elder of the True Martial Holy Sect sat at the Willow Bank River Fishing Platform when suddenly he heard the dragon’s roar. Three thousand carps knocked at the gate of life, transforming into the Measureless Golden Dragon, soaring through the firmament, graceful as a startling swan! There were strongmen who measured the heavens and earth with their strides, monks who sat in meditation in temples for three thousand years, achieving sudden enlightenment—auspicious clouds descended, and all laws of magic cheered in chorus. Blood moons darkened the night, rainbows cut through the daylight. There was a swordsman with a wooden sword on his back who, with a turn and a raise of his hand, shattered thousands of miles of rivers and mountains. In the south of the city, a ragged beggar with a broken willow twig dared to assault the Holy Court of a sect that boasted three emperors.

… At first, El was just a seven-year-old boy, surviving in a war-torn village steeped only in the air of misery and the stench of death. He was far from ordinary though – for his fragmented memories made it difficult to remember many things, yet it gifted him with an uncanny intelligence. With only a few tattered books from a crumbling, wooden library, he taught himself how to read, clinging to knowledge as his only solace. He believed his fate was sealed, destined to die like other children who succumbed to illness or starvation, then left him there alone. However, everything changed the day his village was attacked by unknown people. The invaders slaughtered everyone, yet for reasons he couldn’t fathom, they left him alive. When El awoke under the pale light of the full moon, the attackers returned, searching for what they called "A breath that was left." Helpless, he was captured. What followed was a blur – six years of his life erased from memory. He woke up again, his head bandaged, in the care of a mysterious man who brought him to Mirthwater, a city in one of the Four Vassal States of the Ryxhaton Empire. Then without much of an explanation, he abandoned him there. Left to fend for himself, El navigated the harsh underside of Mirthwater, while haunted by dreams of the unknown he couldn’t make sense of. But his quiet struggle for survival suddenly took a dark turn when he stumbled into a brewing conflict hidden within the city’s shadows. Unwittingly thrust into a world fraught with danger, he found himself face-to-face with creatures born from humanity’s darkest desires and worst nightmares. Now, El’s must confront the horrors lurking in the depths of Mirthwater and uncover the truth about his past – before it consumes all of him. … This novel is entirely work of fiction. The names, characters, and incident portrayed in it are the work of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, event or localities is entirely coincidental. Contains themes regarding mental health and violence that may not be suitable for all readers. Viewer discretion is advised. ...

Fang Heng was transmigrated to a parallel world and his soul was forced into the body of a man who had just committed suicide. Huh? What? Every human here was being forced to join a game? Those who refused would be killed? Wait? This suicide dude was a pro gamer? He had the highest S-rank talent sill, the Zombie Clone? Damn! The S-rank skill evolved! My zombie clones could auto hunt! [Your zombie army has crafted Wooden Axe x720 when you were offline. You have received 1921 experience points for the Basic Crafting skill.] [Your zombie army has chopped down 27,821 trees and gathered 128,973 pieces of wood while you were offline. You have received 2,171,921 experience points for the Basic Wood Chopping skill.] Just as the rest of the players were struggling to survive in the zombie apocalyptic game, Fang Heng's zombie clones were starting to clear every resource out of the forest. Hm... What an interesting game!

"Bleh." - Imp An Imp, a monster known to kill with a grin, a demon of the world, a creature of incredible might! Something that no force in the world can stand against! At least that's what the Main Character would like himself to be, the reality is very different, however. Exactly that Imp stumbles along a path of unfortunate fortunes and grows through it, in a world that hates its very existence. It grows more intelligent, more powerful, simply better at whatever it needs to do. Amongst other things, that includes raising children, killing Soldiers, and carving wooden figurines for money.

"I emphasize again, this is not called freeloading, this is called serendipity!" Lin Mo declared. —————— A thousand years ago, a game called "After the Primordial Chaos" descended into reality, and the planet Di Yuan entered the Great Cultivation Era. In this world of cultivation where geniuses are as common as dogs and protagonists blessed by fate are everywhere, Lin Mo, an ordinary high school student preparing for the Immortal Examination, had neither background nor influence. He couldn't even outcompete others in studying. So, between raising fish and fishing, he chose the wooden fish. Between morality and immorality, he chose merit. From then on, by tapping the wooden fish, he gained merit and blessings, enjoying a laid-back life. Is your cultivation level too low before the Immortal Examination? [You've invested merit points into your cultivation technique, upgrading to Qi Condensation 9th layer.] Are spells too difficult to practice? [You've invested merit points into spell techniques, mastering the Heavenly Thunder Incantation.] Is your Dao technique too ordinary? [You've invested merit points into a broken deity statue, restoring its golden body, and obtaining the divine ability "Samadhi True Fire."] ... Lin Mo stretched lazily, gazing at the ruins of the old Celestial Court in the ninth heaven. The Heavenly Dao has shattered, and all the gods and Buddhas have perished? No matter, let me flex my fingers and rebuild the glory of the Celestial Court!

Ron woke up one day to find himself in the magical world of the Divine Continent. At a time when his family was broken and his life was in danger, the Daily Intelligence System suddenly activated. [Ding! Daily intelligence as follows—] [1. Barto, the farm owner of Hippo Town, is preparing to send someone to force you to sign a slave contract and sell you to the fallen noble Kregi of Kula City.] [2. On the big tree about fifty meters to the west of the small wooden house where you live, there is a bird’s nest containing five eggs.] [3. Recently, huge beast tracks have appeared on the main road outside Hippo Town, causing most people to dare not go out.] [4. When Barto, the farm owner, is inspecting the fields, he will step on the trap you set at the ditch at noon and lose a wallet.] [5. Barto’s eldest son, Nem, will get drunk at the bar tonight and drop a notebook containing the Wild Wolf Breathing Method on his way home.] [6. In the civilian area trading market of Hippo Town, a batch of wild rabbits arrived at the slaughterhouse at noon today, and one of the red-tailed rabbits had an undigested low-grade elemental bead in its stomach.] [7. At the underground auction in Kula City today, a magical item will appear and be passed over because no one recognizes it.] [……] With the daily intelligence, Ron will eventually step by step towards the highest divine throne!

Dumar, bio-engineered assassin, shoots himself in the head in an attempt to escape the purpose he was created for. Upon wakening, Dumar finds himself in a plain, stone built room with simple wooden furnishings and no décor. He also finds he is paralysed. Transported to another world by Grethron, a necromancer, to kill his brother Malthrom, Dumar realises he will never be free of the fate he has been created for, even killing himself had not changed anything. Grethron takes Dumar to the palace to see the queen who apologises to Dumar for her brother-in-law’s defiling of his soul. Dumar discovers Grethron’s brother, Malthrom, invaded the kingdom before and is gearing up to do the same again. Using his necromancy, Malthrom enslaves unwilling people to join his army and begins his march north. Dumar is drawn in and honoured by the people but will he break his own vow never to kill or let the people he has come to care for suffer?

… At first, El was just a seven-year-old boy, surviving in a war-torn village steeped only in the air of misery and the stench of death. He was far from ordinary though – for his fragmented memories made it difficult to remember many things, yet it gifted him with an uncanny intelligence. With only a few tattered books from a crumbling, wooden library, he taught himself how to read, clinging to knowledge as his only solace. He believed his fate was sealed, destined to die like other children who succumbed to illness or starvation, then left him there alone. However, everything changed the day his village was attacked by unknown people. The invaders slaughtered everyone, yet for reasons he couldn’t fathom, they left him alive. When El awoke under the pale light of the full moon, the attackers returned, searching for what they called "A breath that was left." Helpless, he was captured. What followed was a blur – six years of his life erased from memory. He woke up again, his head bandaged, in the care of a mysterious man who brought him to Mirthwater, a city in one of the Four Vassal States of the Ryxhaton Empire. Then without much of an explanation, he abandoned him there. Left to fend for himself, El navigated the harsh underside of Mirthwater, while haunted by dreams of the unknown he couldn’t make sense of. But his quiet struggle for survival suddenly took a dark turn when he stumbled into a brewing conflict hidden within the city’s shadows. Unwittingly thrust into a world fraught with danger, he found himself face-to-face with creatures born from humanity’s darkest desires and worst nightmares. Now, El’s must confront the horrors lurking in the depths of Mirthwater and uncover the truth about his past – before it consumes all of him. … This novel is entirely work of fiction. The names, characters, and incident portrayed in it are the work of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, event or localities is entirely coincidental. Contains themes regarding mental health and violence that may not be suitable for all readers. Viewer discretion is advised. ...

For five years, I've lived the life of a failure. Smashing my hands against the wooden target in hopes of entering a meditative state; a necessary step to becoming a cultivator. For five years, I've faced nothing but disappointment, looks of pity, and meager attempts at encouragement. But everything has to come to an end. An end, that for me, became a new beginning! Circuits, wires, and capacitors? Or maybe spirit powder, Spricur crystals, and Qi gathering formations? In a world where cultivation is, for most, merely a hobby and the worlds of mysticism and science are divided, I shall be the one to craft a bridge between the two! Why rely on ancient arrays to harness dense Qi? Isn't it easier to buy one of my converters, plug it into the wall, and be done with it? Is your gaming console malfunctioning, yet no tech shop can find the cause? Have you tried this the exorcising swatter 3.0? And you! Yes, you, the one whose reflection appears on the screen on your phone once you block it! Why would you buy static figurines if you can come to my shop... And get your hands on waifus that will actively flirt with you? Come all ye troubled souls, and allow this God to craft a solution to all your problems! ***Technical side of things*** Daily release: 2ch/day Sunday release: 3ch + accumulated bonus chapters from mass release goals listed below ////////////All Milestones are subject to change/////////////// For every 100 winwin unlocks: 2 bonus chapters For every 50 ps: 1 bonus chapter For every 3 reviews: 1 bonus chapter Supergifts: 3 bonus chapters Me having a good day: 1 bonus, not-mass release chapter a day on days it applies >.>

Harry Potter, and the rest of Dumbledore's Army in his fifth year, use the Room of Requirement to get themselves a spaceship! The problems of a tiny island on Earth don't seem so important, anymore. Wizards in Space! What could possibly go wrong with that?

Twelve Thrones is a tale of twelve kingdoms, each with its own perspective, allowing you to follow one, multiple, or all as you decide who you want to see triumph in the end. But remember—this is a story of war, power, and ambition, and not all kingdoms will survive to the end. Twelve Thrones: Ghar Perspective explores the rise and struggles of the Tribes of Ghar, a land shaped by power shifts and conflict. From its humble beginnings in the savanna, where tribes lived in simple wooden huts, to the emergence of strong leaders and alliances, Ghar’s history is one of survival, unity, and ambition. As the tribes face internal divisions and threats from neighboring kingdoms, their resilience is tested at every turn. The first 25 chapters will cover Ghar’s history, uploaded weekly on Mondays at noon. Afterward, the main story begins with shorter chapters (1–2 per week) focusing on the present day. Unlike the history chapters, the story won’t have dates and will follow 1 character—you’ll need to piece together the timeline through character interactions and events. I recommend reading the series in date order to fully grasp the unfolding history. If the story gains popularity, I might include a date order map on each perspective.

During a zombie outbreak, as the city falls, Qian Zhenzhen stumbles upon a dilapidated cottage during her escape and unexpectedly binds with a inn management system. Moss and ivy cover the outer walls, the rotting wooden door creaks, and crows screech on the rooftop. Looking at the bird droppings and crawling insects everywhere, Qian Zhenzhen is completely puzzled: ...this is a inn? [Business Preparation (1): Renovate the Inn] [Please gather the following items as soon as possible:] [Wood (0/10)] [Stone...] [Metal...] Qian Zhenzhen's eyes immediately catch the reward—[58 Sweet and Juicy Strawberries]. Tears of joy stream down her face as she rolls up her sleeves and gets straight to work! Add new rooms, beds, cabinets, tables and chairs... Harvest green onions, rice, sweet potatoes, carrots... Build defensive fortifications, resist zombie attacks... When those who have escaped with their lives, exhausted survivors arrive here, they'll discover that even in this apocalyptic world, there exists such a paradise-like base, with a vibrant garden full of flowers, well-stocked warehouses, and impenetrable defenses. For a reasonable payment, the people here will offer warm smiles and perfect accommodations, allowing them to enjoy rare moments of peace and tranquility. Welcome, Inn Manager. Here, you'll need to expand and decorate your rooms, recruit and train your staff, receive and serve wandering travelers... You can establish and plan farms, ranches, lumber yards, quarries... stockpile resources and become self-sufficient! Come create your own unique base and build a paradise that represents hope for humanity!

In the apocalypse, Alan lost everything. He sat at a wooden table, holding a gun, ready to end it all after being bitten by a zombie. But when he pulled the trigger, everything went black—and then he woke up. Ten years in the past. Now, Alan has a second chance. A chance to save the people he loves, to stop the world from falling apart, and to protect his little sister, Alice. But can he do it? Can he fight against the future he remembers and the mistakes he made? The clock is ticking, and danger is everywhere. 10 Years of Redemption is Alan’s story of survival, hope, and the fight to rewrite the future. Will he succeed, or will history repeat itself? Read to find out.

The fragile order struggles in chaos, and the arrogant empire brings back the disasters of the past. The soul that does not belong to this era opens its eyes again: castles, towers, desire and killing, war and magic, mysterious cards awaken the power of the past, and the destined doomsday slowly approaches...

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

In a distant day, in the heart of an ancient kingdom, a child was born on a cloudy day, as winds howled through the trees, as if nature itself sensed his arrival. There was a remote village on the outskirts of the kingdom where this child, named Malik, was born. It was a rare moment, the hour of sunset, shrouded in a light gray mist, a birth that carried with it both hope and fear. His mother, Fatimah, lay on her wooden bed in a small, old cottage, breathing heavily from the pain. Her face was pale, and her eyes were filled with worry, but she did not cease praying. “Oh my God, protect him, and grant him a great future.” But in those moments, as the world seemed still, there was something unusual surrounding this birth. There were secrets hidden in the folds of darkness, and although Malik’s family had been forgotten by memory, his birth was the beginning of a new chapter, a chapter entwined with both light and shadow, leading to a destiny unknown to all. As the orange sky first lit up, Malik took his first breath, but this was not the final chapter of his story; it was merely the beginning.

He kneeled on the snow. The burning cold was reddening both his toes and fingers, but it didn't compare to the anger he was feeling at the moment. Such anger could be noticed in his expression, which even seemed animalistic, as well as in the tears streaming down his face. ----- When he opened his eyes, all he could see was an old, wooden ceiling. After staring at it for a while, he turned his head. "Oh! I'm glad you're awake!" ----- "I swear! I'm coming back alive!" ----- On August 17th 1788, Austria, a new boy is born, this boy would bring a huge change with him. The novel "The Bringer of Light" will revolve around quarrels of powerful noble families, political matters, strategic discussions, the real human condition where good and bad people don't truly exist, and much more. That boy is a prodigy child, having deep insight ever since his birth. One day, something terrible happens to him, which makes him have the goal of bringing light to this world. The main point of this book is following him on his journey to fulfill that task. He goes through a lot of internal struggles such as: Is it really possible to achieve such a thing? Is what I'm trying to do even the right choice?

Enzo ventured into the primitive era, chosen as a priest by the Crimson Star tribe and emerging as the leader, awakening numerous extraordinary abilities in the process. In order to enhance their way of life, extensive reforms became necessary. Mystical sorcery and modern technology advanced hand in hand. While other tribes still dwelled in caves, the Crimson Star tribe had already gained prominence, constructing sturdy brick houses. While other tribes were still using primitive wooden spears and stones, the Crimson Star tribe had forged ahead with iron tools. In the midst of other tribes worrying about food scarcity, the Crimson Star tribe was reaping bountiful harvests of various grains. Furthermore, they possessed an unparalleled army of totem warriors. In response, Enzo, embraced by the luscious temptress and leading the enigmatic cat maiden, earnestly expressed, "I truly only sought to improve our way of life. How did I inadvertently elevate the tribe into a divine realm?"

"Where’s your flying broom?" "Ah, I already turned it into a chair. Sitting on a wooden stick make my groin hurt." Under the night sky stands Mistheaven Academy, a school filled with mystery. A young boy who shouldn't exist in this world walks through the night to attend the academy. The dim starlight guides him to unravel the academy's mysteries, one by one. Revealing the bloody tragedies that have occurred throughout human history.

I'M BACK! Fang Muiren survive the apocalypse for 16 years and was planning to survive for more years, but for some reason he felt like living for 16 years is quite enough for a man like him. He could become a legend at this point for surviving that long while being blind. August 08, 2041 — on the way to 'pharmacy', Fang Muiren, one of the original members of Sursist Caravan, fought an entire horde alone, making his whole team escape and do their task, then die at the hand of the abhorrent. November 22, 2023 — a year before the apocalypse began and 15th month of pandemic. Fang Muiren woke up in a soft and scratchy object. He could vaguely guess it as a 'bed'. He place his hand at the bed and close his mind, thinking to scan the whole place. Did they save him? Did Emilito or Cassidy go back for him? Are they crazy? However, instead of shapes taking place and showing him where he is, all he could see is pitch black. His ability is not working. Instead of panicking, he started to feel the object and place he's in. He frowned. Indeed he's in a bed. There's a braille stitched to the upper side corner near a wooden object, it reads; Blue Comforter — Bed. Stupefied, he clumsily stood up and began to feel up everything. 'chair', 'window', 'pot', 'night table', 'lamp'... There's braille almost everywhere, as if this place was designed with his condition in his mind. Walking a little bit more, bumping things along the way, he reached something. "Closet...polo...tank..." God. What's happening? He knows where he is. He's in his room in their apartment. But, its impossible! the building was destroyed and turn to ash after an Abhorrent put it to fire. Is he in heaven? hell? "illusion?...no..." Fang Muiren, a man who rather face the cruel reality than fleet in a false dream world, for the First time wished that everything he's thinking is real. That this is reality, that he went back on time...not imagining or relieving his whole life. "Please be real...." • | • | Author: please come in, take a tour in this little world i am trying to create! *whisper: I hope i won't drop or delete this impulsively.* Author: enjoy! and pardon me for mistakes.... Release: Sporadic, but i hope will be continuous when school's over. COVER NOT MINE, CTTO

Skylene Kythe, Daughter of Richard Kythe, Alpha of the Crescent pack. Amber is a curious gal, she loves to explore places she never had seen before, but her father never allows her to leave the pack grounds. She never knew why, she doesn't see the danger in the actions she wishes to make. She was always pissed at her father and locks herself in her room. Her father always tried to explain to her but she completely shuts him down. Her father always felt guilty but he knew the consequences if he lets her daughter goes out alone. Especially outside the border, he isn't well known by the even the highest Alpha Leaders. He always kept himself mysterious among others. He is known as the Shadow Alpha of the Crescent pack, he is one of the Strongest packs to ever exist. Their pack started to become hidden using a barrier spell eversince the War 200million years ago. No one in their new generation ever knew about the specifics of the war as it was always kept confidential. But somehow Amber feels the need to get in trouble just to get such details on this War and what really happened... But then she meets a young man that just could be the key to once again open the pack to all.. PLAN TO LEAK Skylene tiptoes around quietly, hoping no one would hear her faint footsteps.. She continued her quiet steps til she reached her father's office. She twists the doornob hoping her father did not lock it, "Dang it, where did he hide the spare key??" she whispers frustratingly. her face lit up as she remembers her father's office was not the only thing off limits.. The storage room upstairs too, she had hopes this wasn't locked. But she had doubts especially because if there is a confidential file in that room, they wouldn't be so careless and leave it unlocked. she went up the stairs as slow as a snail carrying her weight as the wooden stairs make a disturbing creak. when she finally reaches the room, her face lit up as she saw the key hanging from the door know still inserted. she turned the key to open the door and she was shook, "I know we live in a mansion and all but.. even with all the riches my father has, it's impossible this is 'THAT' big of a room" she whispered in disbelief. "This will take ages.." she groans, so she slowly closed the door slightly, and started her search.. She flipped every page of every file, she opened every drawer til it's almost sunrise. She got frustrated and sleepy from her fail to find such information. She almost gave up til she saw a hidden door behind a bookshelf peeking after she took a book to take a break. She went to the entrance of the room and closed, relocked it. She tried pushing the bookshelf, but to no avail. She panics as she hears her father's footsteps and tries harder and harder. But soon she gave up and hid in one of the empty boxes..

In the realm of Luminalia, magic is the lifeblood of society. It powers factories, lights homes, moves carriages, and shields against the forces of evil. At the center of it all are mages, the ones who were born with the gift of wielding magic. Their powers are what shapes society, and their prestige is unmatched. For those who were born without the gift, the only way to rise above is through wealth or ingenuity. Tesric Lestair, a young and brilliant but unconventional inventor, has no magic to speak of. Yet, he has created something extraordinary: electricity, an energy that could rival the effects of magic without the need for a spellcaster. Meanwhile, Arden Solwyn, a young man from the bottom of society, has awakened a powerful and mysterious power within him and dreams of a better future. In order for Tesric to prove his invention’s worth and carve out a name for himself in a world ruled by magic and for Arden to discover the origin and extent of his power, as well as find a better life, they must attend Pinkrose Academy, one of the most prestigious magical institutions in the realm. Alongside a prodigal genius, a humble farmer, a mysterious shadow witch, a battle-hungry warrior, and a royal prince. They navigate the school’s arcane traditions, strange teaching methods, and a dark plot, one that could destroy the entire world of magic itself. Also on Tapas!

Title: My Anti-Demon System In a world where demons and cultivators coexist, Kaito Ryujin, a young transmigrator, navigates the complexities of his new reality. With the help of a mysterious system, Ryujin gains strength and skills as he battles demons and faces various challenges. As Ryujin participates in a martial arts competition for yellow-ranked demon hunters, he encounters powerful cultivators, mysterious sects, and hidden agendas. Along the way, he meets Si Wei, a beautiful and kind-hearted young woman, and becomes entangled in a conflict involving the Blood Demon Sect. With his determination and the power of the Wooden King Sword, Ryujin must confront formidable foes and unravel the mysteries of his new world. Genre: Fantasy, Adventure, Martial Arts

In a world where villains are crafted, not born, Vyan's life takes a detour from dull to downright dramatic faster than he can say "abracadabra." Meet Vyan, the most ordinary knight in the realm, with all the magical prowess of a damp sock. Loyalty? He's got it in spades. Betrayal? Well, that's the surprise twist in his not-so-fairy-tale life. Framed and forsaken, Vyan is left with nothing but a grudge and some pretty gnarly scars, courtesy of his once-master, Iyana. Oh, did he mention she is the daughter of a marquess and the object of his unrequited affection? Talk about adding insult to injury. Just when he is ready to unleash his inner berserker, a butler comes along with news that makes his hair stand on end: Vyan is the last heir of the Grand Duke's mage dynasty! With power crackling at his fingertips and more mana than he can shake a wand at, Vyan is ready to show the world what happens when you underestimate the underdog. Will Vyan rise from the ashes like a phoenix, or will he crash and burn like a fire-breathing chicken? There's only one way to find out.

A martyr is someone that suffers persecution and death for advocating, renouncing, or refusing to renounce or advocate, a belief or cause as demanded by an external party while just like in Schrödinger's cat experiment, a person can also be considered alive and dead at the same time. This was the case for Nolamine's father. A tragedy that fell on him and one that Nolamine would learn about one faithful stormy night after meeting a witch. He is told that the only way to liberate his father is to travel to another world unseen by the human eye and kill his own father so he could go to the after life, something only he could do. Or though he is South Korean, he finds out that he is from somewhere else and that in itself makes him question who he is. Join him as he finds the truth about his family, discovers a new world, fights mystical creatures, beasts, demons, witches, wizards and warriors from this world and the other as he travels between worlds while possessing the ability to wield one of the rarest wands in history, a wand that devourers other wands. Considered weak by all, but holds a secrete of its own. Find out how a boy become 'The Devourer of Worlds'.

At the age of 130, Harry Potter dies long after his friends and family have. After the war, he deams his life meaningless yet lives on to satisfy the expectations of others. Upon his death, the entity of death itself offers their master a choice of whether to live or not. Harry Potter reincarnates several times to feed his greed that was squashed and thrown away by the manipulations of Dumbledore. As Fate's favorite and Death's master, Harry unknowingly fixes different versions of the wizarding world in every kind of way. In his thirteenth life, he is Harry Potter once again and the wizarding world changes from the awakening of a reincarnated master of death. Unfortunately, said master of death has grown to be a sociopath that is hellbent on making Dumbledore suffer... And maybe forgot about the dark lord who takes offense to this. The entire world must brace itself. "Would I get to live for myself? Will I be able to be who I am?" Harry asked. Death simply chuckled, guiding Harry towards the train. The experience was similar to when Harry had first entered Kings Cross in his first year. "That is ultimately up to you, young master."

[Fantasy Adventure, Sword and Magic, Card Magic, Spirit Summoning, Slow-Paced Story] Fragile order struggles amidst chaos, while an arrogant empire brings forth the calamities of old. A soul not belonging to this era opens its eyes once more: castles, towers, desire, slaughter, war, and magic. Mysterious cards awaken ancient powers, as the fated apocalypse approaches gradually... ------------- Translator's Note: The novel has been translated by CHATGPT, so there may be some errors and oversights in the translation. Also, the original title of the novel is: 骑士与魔杖

Kosma Ars, a man who lost his memory, he really lost everything, he can't remember how to talk, or walk properly. One thing he always does, he sits on a long wooden bench, always staring at the collapsing sky. The sky looks torn from the sides of the clouds, the man wonders why he always sees the same collapsing sky, however, all that is needed, in order to make the man remember who he is. I sometimes want to write some impressive short stories like this, please read this story as you feel comfortable. (If you can, please read my other works)

Jeff Anzon, a young man who had just turned 18, was instructed by his father to inherit their family's fortune. He was stunned by this news since what was he going to inherit - their old wooden house? He didn't argue and decided to go back home since he missed them. But a huge problem occurred when he went to the airport and boarded the plane. During the flight, a weird phenomenon happened. Even though it was a bright and sunny day, suddenly it turned stormy, dark, and rainy. As the plane crashed to an uncharted island, Jeff found himself stuck on this island. So, what should he do? Of course, move on and build shelter. Luckily a suitcase floated before him, and he saw an axe inside. As he chopped a tree, he was stunned by the sudden occurrence. 10 Golden Tickets = 1 Bonus Chapter 100 Power Stones = 1 Bonus Chapter