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Lord Berus

LORD'S VISION

Noel lives in a world where every time he reaches a certain point in his life, he is reborn, his memories wiped away. With each cycle, he forgets everything, living as if it's his first time in the world. But before the loop erases everything, there is a single minute—just one minute—where Noel remembers everything. For that brief moment, the weight of all his past lives crashes down on him. He recalls the endless cycles, the repetitive nature of his existence, and the weariness of it all. The memories flood his mind, but that fleeting moment only deepens his fatigue, for he has lost count of how many times it’s happened. He’s tired of it. When he is reborn, he does not remember the pain of the past, yet something changes. This time, he doesn't forget. Instead, a deep truth in his core stirs. But the knowledge of his past lives is both a burden and a curse, leaving him indifferent to everything. He wishes only for rest, for release from the endless loop that traps him. In this world, humanity knows only two forces of power: aura and mana, concepts that have shaped the world for millennia. The world is divided into four continents, each ruled by its own kingdom. Dungeons, filled with forgotten powers, lie scattered across the land, hiding the ancient secrets of the world. Yet, for Noel, none of these things matter. His only wishes he could rest like he never existed in the first place but will fate accept his wish and allow him to rest?
Gold_in_the_alley · 7.6K Views

Mecha Lord

In a world where Humans and Robots are at war with each other. The Hero's Party(five heroes each with their own party members) rises up whenever Mecha Lord and their four guardians become too powerful. Cami, a rather unique member of the two man party led by Reva fought and defeated the Southern Guardian. However, shortly after doing so, it revealed that the everything she knew or thought she knew about the world was a lie. The Hero's Party actually collects those that could have been become heroes or their bloodline at some point possibly give birth to one. Should the Heroes win they merely become the Mecha Lord and/or one the Four Guardians themselves. Then the remaining living party members just get roboticized into minions of next generations Mecha Lord and Four Guardians(the outcome is the same if the Hero loses). Reva who has at some point become aware of the cycle of just got bored of living as either. Nothing he did to break the cycle had worked thus decided to just exist within it. The Southern Guardian is considered the weakest one 7 out 10 times thus overlooked and goes the longest without being attacked. Things do not go as planned and when he awakens next, Cami is now his overly loyal subordinate who has together with another recently roboticized girl who desires to serve him have roped her entire village. One that sprung up in the remains of his territory years after the South Guardian and even the Mech Lord has somehow become mere legends. They managed to convince everyone in the village to become his minions serving him as his subordinates. Discord: https://discord.gg/42pKx9Bthf
Kamon772 · 12.8K Views

Incarnation of Lord Vishnu

At the foot of Mount Mandala, where the morning mist dances with the whisper of the wind, the village of Tirta Suci stands in sacred silence. The clear river sparkles like glass, reflecting the shadows of the mountains, while the dense forest surrounding it whispers ancient tales of the gods. In this place, time feels like it slows down, as if the earth itself has stopped breathing, waiting for something great to happen. Arya, a simple young man with eyes as sharp as stars, seemed lost in his dreams. Every night he was haunted by visions: a burning battlefield, a golden chakra spinning in his hand, and a grand voice whispering, "Arise, O protector of the world." However, when he woke up, only silence answered. On the back of his hand, a chakra-shaped birthmark glowed faintly, as if it were a reminder of an unavoidable destiny. On the other hand, Laksmi, the village chief's daughter, looked at Arya with eyes that radiated more than just admiration. There was a conviction within her that the seemingly fragile young man harbored a strength capable of shaking the world. He knew that Arya's destiny was greater than what met the eye. With her gentle smile, Laksmi often said, "You were not born to hide, Arya. The world needs you." However, the peace of Tirta Suci Village did not last long. The blue sky turned gray as a dark shadow emerged from the forest. The Raksaka forces, with glowing red eyes and blood-soaked tridents, stormed the village mercilessly. The ground trembled, trees fell, and the screams of the villagers shattered the silence. Amidst the chaos, Arya stood, his body trembling, but in his eyes shone something different a spark of courage he had never realized before. As he raised his hand, the chakra mark on his back emitted a blinding light. In an instant, a golden beam shot forth, destroying the shadow army in front of him. Everyone fell silent, including Arya himself. He stared at his hand, which was now glowing, as if a great power was flowing through his veins. Laksmi whispered, almost inaudible amidst the roar: "You are the incarnation of Lord Vishnu." Amidst the blackened ashes and the gloomy sky, Arya knew his life would never be the same again.
Oyex_Sabiansyah · 7.4K Views

Little Light Lord

[An Announcement from the Author: LLL will undergo major reformations! Expect a reboot of this confusing storyline sometime early January! Thank you for all of your support thus far.] Gods rule over the fundamental creations of life. Lords watch and rule over these Gods’ creations. Phos, the Lord of Light, found himself cornered by a sharpshooter in the dead of the night. This unlikely encounter led to destiny. — The marksman needed to kill a kind, beautiful man. From the photos, his target had crystalline orange eyes and glowing silver hair that cascaded down to the floor in waves. But, as with everything, the real man looked far more lucent and stunning. Like a soft light, like the first glimmer on the ocean’s surface as the Sun arose. Before he could raise his sniper’s rifle to extinguish this ray of light, however, the beautiful target pulled out a pistol and shot him straight in the abdomen. “I hope you don’t die. Good day.” With that, he swiftly turned and left, disappearing into the darkness, his long hair bouncing to his every crisp footstep. Leaving behind the confused marksman, who, dazed, clutched his new wound and slumped to the floor. Later on, the marksman managed to act stupid enough to gain his target’s trust. Showing his true colours, he toyed with a lock of his former victim’s hair, which was as silky and soft as he imagined. He held it to his lips, raised a corner of his black turtleneck to show the bulletwound on his abdomen, and whispered in a deep voice: “This wound, how will you repay it?” The original target, who shined like a dim candlelight under the rays of the moon, stretched up his bound arms to the hitman, brought a gentle hand to his skin, covered the wound… and with an unapologetic, professional business smile, he replied: “I’m sorry, are you really sure you have a scar there? How come I don’t see anything?” The marksman: … It’s because you’re covering it. The man he originally had to kill, who wore white silk pyjamas and a flame-like orange scarf every day and who looked like he could fall over with a slight push from the wind, was actually very resistant—and really, really pissed him off. Cover Art: nonsang_08 Upload Schedule: Every 3 days
E_S_Sonnomett · 19K Views
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