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The protracted 'witch hunting' had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years' War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— "Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!"

“Next, we have the most noble recipient of the Order of the Garter, the Grand Cross of Saint Michael and Saint George, the Grand Cross of the Bath, the Victoria Cross and the lower grades of Knighthood, the leader of the anti-colonial movement, the bell-ringer of the East India Company, the hero of the Crimean War, a Fellow of the Royal Society, a lifelong dear friend of literary giants such as Dickens and Great Dumas, a steadfast supporter of scientific luminaries like Faraday and Darwin, having served as assistant under-secretary, deputy under-secretary, and permanent under-secretary in departments of the Home Office and the Navy Department of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland, the inaugural Cabinet Secretary and head of the civil service, the first graduate and most distinguished alumnus of our school. Please welcome Sir Arthur Hastings to deliver a speech on the occasion of the fiftieth anniversary of the founding of the University of London.” Arthur's gaze swept across the crowd before him, looking at the young faces and murmured, “Agares, what do you think I should say?” The Red Devil's wraith hovered behind him, saliva almost dribbling from the corner of his mouth, “Look at these ignorant souls; they still worship you as a hero. Why not say something they'd like to hear?” Arthur took a deep breath and let out a deafening roar, “Oxford is a bunch of whores' bastards!” “Oh!!!!” The audience erupted into thunderous applause. “Cambridge is the same!” he added immediately. The applause grew even more fervent... (The protagonist, possessed by a devil, travels through 19th-century Britain in a world without magic)

In the year 1469, the Aztec Empire in Central America was at its zenith. A soul from the future transgressed time to come here, intent on saving the fate of the Indian people from destruction and establishing an empire in Central America! The Age of Exploration had just begun its prologue, with European colonizers venturing into the unknown world. Europeans were on the rise, intent on conquering the rich lands of America and colonizing the vast New World. They were poised to embark on an expansion that would take them from America, to Africa, to India, to the Far East, and control the world for the next five hundred years! But now, an immortal spirit sought to change all of that. He would unite Central America under one rule, inherit the two-thousand-year legacy of American civilization, and resist the invasion of Western colonizers. He would spend centuries leading Aztec civilization onto the path of destiny to conquer America! Without the land and wealth of America, what would become of the Westerners? And in which direction would the world turn?

Having reincarnated as a disciple of Patriarch Bodhi, yet being rather poor at cultivation, Patriarch Bodhi actually had him take Sun Wukong under his wing? In order to change Sun Wukong's fate, Wang Yang had no choice but to make Sun Wukong settle down a bit, and afterwards, the style of Journey to the West changed. East Sea Dragon King: "Jade Emperor, how can I give him the treasure and Jingu Bang if this monkey doesn't come to the Eastern Sea? I really have no other way." Taibai Jinxing: "Jade Emperor, I tried to make him the Great Sage Equalling Heaven, but he flatly refused, even saying he have no other hobbies and that raising horses suits him!" Tathagata: "How can I seal Sun Wukong if he doesn't make a scene? And after causing a ruckus, he even seals himself?" The powers that be who arranged Journey to the West were all stunned...

Tang Qing is reborn in 2004, equipped with a banking system. Thus, he shines. He holds the economic lifeline of Africa. He influences the trends in the Middle East. He is the creditor to most of the countries in the world. He is the new policy maker in the global financial order. He is the most powerful boss lurking behind this planet. The US Dollar, no longer the sole dictator of currency, the Euro, let me personally toll the death knell for you. National bankruptcy, debt crises, economic crises, these are all just part of a banker's game. Under the power of money, everything is worthless. This is a story of a strong rising to the top, becoming the premier banker.

A foreign prisoner with a gift for magical writing and a princess torn between love and duty must navigate a world of conspiracies, mystical traditions, and forbidden melodies in ancient China. Together, they discover a power that fuses East and West—but will their love survive the cost of truth?

The future is grim, with a fantastic and unpredictable high-quality super system produced by immortals and Buddhas. The missions are crazier than ever, with man-eating ogres, murderers, face-cutting madmen, schemes of great families, tomb raiding, apocalyptic crises, and so on. Qin Yu: That's because I have the divine skill of being a drama queen. Jiaojiao: The issue is that your cultivation path shouldn't be farming. Qin Yu: It's just a phase, and what's wrong with farming, anyway? Jiaojiao: Have you ever heard of anyone who became an immortal through farming? Qin Yu: No? Jiaojiao: Yes, the Earth God and Earth Goddess. Qin Yu: ... Actually, there's another name that sounds pretty cool - the Immortal Mercenary, known as the cannon fodder of the great battle between good and evil immortals, demons, east and west forces on the Battlefield. Official group: Enter with one thousand fans (5906,534,83), and enter the VIP group with ten thousand fans. PS: This story can be used to tease both girls and gods, with mostly ambiguity and no CP (couple pairing). It's copy protected, so we hope readers are psychologically prepared for this beforehand. Please don't demand CP or protest the copy protection. Thank you for your support.

Mages, swordsmen, gods, demons, and prophecies. The Heavenly Games is a tournament where myth and man meet, a purgatory where the dead arrive to fight for their one true wish. Amongst the reborn are Dasha Pang and Kazi Hossain; one a professor from the west whose cold-hearted intelligence has surpass the gods; one a traveller from the east who has come to appreciate humanity. A villain and a hero. The boy born unwanted and the guided one. A martial artist and a mage. Gods amongst men. Expect battles of epic proportions, stories ripped straight from mythology, interactions between gods of various pantheons, and duels humanity has debated for centuries. Expect the Strongest Among The Heavens. *** + Dual Protagonists. Overpowered geniuses. One MC that is villainous and manipulative. The second MC that is heroic and kind. + Detailed power system that includes Western Magic & Chinese Cultivation/Martial Arts (Xianxia) + LitRPG, dungeon crawling, fantasy guilds, and more!  + Abrahamic religions, Hinduism, Indigenous (Americas & Australia), Greek, Norse, Egyptian, and Japanese mythology  *** Daily Chapters

"If you intended to die anyway, don't die quietly like a pussy! Go out in a fucking blaze of glory!" That was the statement that changed my world forever. I was a loser in life. I died and got reincarnated into a Revenant. Revenants were people who defended the living from the dead. In exchange for a second life, they had one task and were blessed with one cheat ability. The task? To kick as much zombie ass as possible. Unfortunately, my cheat just made me "Rewind". It didn't give me super strength, speed or the ability to fly. Hell, it didn't even give me a way to fight! Without any way to kill zombies, I nearly died on my first day on the job! Back then I remember crying and puking all over the place like a little bitch. But while I started out like a little bitch, I didn't stay one. Dying full of regrets changed me you see. So much so that I made a promise. I refused to repeat my mistakes when I was human. Reborn as a Revenant, I will never bow down to anyone ever again. Unfortunately, these Revenant bastards were old school. Like they hacked zombies with swords and all that crap old school. As a man born in the USA, I saw no reason why I needed to follow their outdated way of thinking. The modern world had the superpower of gun powder and lead. So instead of swords, I came after every zombie I saw with guns. Like countries in the middle east, I proceeded to blow the motherfuckers to kingdom come. And surprisingly because of "Rewind", I found out I could never run out of ammunition. $200 for each kill. Hefty bonus for each area of hell liberated. What scared normal people shitless suddenly allowed me to earn millions every day. The richer I got the more "Freedom" I could unleash! Mortars, tanks, air strikes to even nukes. Backed by modern science and technology, I slowly but surely drove the undead back. Along the way, I met and saved seven heavenly beauties. And all of them fell in love with me. They were a little obsessive, scratch that, they were all fucking insane. My precious harem was comprised of nothing but Yanderes in every sense of the word. Still, I would willingly burn the entire world for any of them. For when I called, only my battle harem answered. And that was even before I learned of another secret. Exchanging bodily fluids with my girls gave me their cheats. Suddenly, in contrast to every Revenant in the world who only had one, I alone wielded eight. One from each girl plus my own. And so unfolded my 2nd life. Which eventually became my legend. Who am I you ask? I was born as John Smith. But these days not even my girls use that name. Both on Earth and in Hell everyone else just calls me Limitless. And I am the Strongest Revenant. *************************** Author Notes: Harem size: 7 | No NTR | No Yuri | No Grape Novel Focus: Action, Adventure, Urban Fantasy, Reincarnation, Dark, Weak to Strong, Battle Harem, Beautiful Heroines, YANDERE Heroine, Military, Loyal Subordinates, Kingdom Building, War, Politics, Conspiracies, Overpowered, Face Slapping, Tragedy, Character Development, Multiple POVs, Betrayal, Alternate Realities, Demons, Zombies, Superpowers, Tower Climbing, Tower Defense, Wish fulfillment. I have paid for and own the copyrights to both the cover and character images. Official Discord link https://discord.gg/7yxSzd3szy, See you there!

The promising surgery professor 'Sung Joo-hyuk' is reborn as a boy named 'Kim Tae-pyeong' in the 19th-century rural village of Upton, England, with all his past memories intact. There, he once again nurtures his dream of becoming a doctor, but what Tae-pyeong encounters is the harsh reality of London's medical world, where even proper sterilization is not practiced.... Overcoming all kinds of racial discrimination, Tae-pyeong demonstrates his ingenuity as a mysterious doctor from the East. You can support me at patreon.com/wizard_kitten

Jace Hakeem Lyon Is an enigma despite being touted as a five-star high school recruit his character leaves much to be desired. His ego is backed by his relentless desire to prove himself by collecting ground levels for little room to care about others' thoughts. He may seem laid back or in control but that's far from it as a monster called anger that feeds off his loneliness, greed and pain to push him forward. Born and bred in east La Crenshaw strong isn't something he shouted for the sake of it, it's something he had to live up sparing no time to live up to others' expectations for what black excellence is supposed to be. On the field, he is known by many names: The Light-Skinned General, Crenshaw's Tiger, and many more. However, the only one he truly cares about is his moniker, Mr Bling, as he thrives on adding to his trophy cabinet. Like most people who grow up in the trenches that is Crenshaw, he spent his early years dodging gangs and drugs. Football was his escape from his chaotic life as he only ever truly felt complete when he had a ball in his hands dodging guys built like trucks trying to take him out. However, following a strategy that took his parents in the middle of his freshman year and let his older sister scarred both physically and mentally, Football became his only lifeline to save both him and his two sisters from the hood as life dealt them a bad hand.

Two centuries after the Great War, peace between humans and werewolves was finally achieved, or so everyone believes. Werewolves reign like gods, and humans remain blissfully unaware of their true place in the new world order. To maintain this fragile balance, each year, a handful of "lucky" humans are selected from various districts to attend Lunaris Academy, a prestigious institution that promises glory, status, and a chance to mingle with the elite. Those chosen are hailed as the lucky few, destined to marry powerful alphas and rise as luna. This year, Violet Purple is among the chosen, much to everyone's surprise. For an orphaned girl adopted by a disgraced prostitute, this is a golden ticket to a better life or so she's told. But Lunaris Academy isn’t the paradise it’s painted to be. Everything Violet and her fellow humans have been taught is a lie. Humans are far from equal; they're pawns in a much larger game. The academy is nothing but a gilded cage, and the students are lambs led to slaughter, playthings for the alphas to toy with in their ruthless games. To make matters worse, Violet catches the attention of the most dangerous players in this game, the Terror Four: the Alpha of the North, Alpha of the South, Alpha of the East, and Alpha of the West. Each one is more dangerous, more twisted, and more powerful than the last. But even among themselves, the alphas are divided, each with their own deadly ambitions. Yet, they all have their eyes on her. They expect Violet to play along, to fall in line like the others who worship at their feet, to break under their games. But Violet isn’t like the others. She refuses to bow. She’ll defy them all.

The East+[Shelter + Management + Apocalypse Rotation + Steady Male Protagonist] The apocalypse game has descended upon humanity, throwing the world into chaos. People are randomly assigned shelters across the globe, and every month, apocalyptic disasters rotate like clockwork: searing heat, unrelenting cold, meteor showers, mutant plants, and rampaging monsters. Survival hinges on venturing out to scavenge resources, battling the elements, and upgrading shelters to withstand an onslaught of catastrophes. Yi Bai is just another player in this brutal game—or so it seems. But soon, he discovers that his shelter talent is unlike any other. [Homebody’s Paradise (SSS-Class)]: For every day spent in his shelter, Yi Bai receives critical survival rewards tailored to his needs. The higher his shelter level, the better the rewards. “A top-tier talent! I can get stronger just by staying at home?” While others are fighting tooth and nail outside their shelters—battling monsters, scouring for food, and struggling to survive—Yi Bai is quietly turning his shelter into the ultimate fortress. Resources, weapons, food, and equipment pour in effortlessly. His Sealy bed? Supreme comfort. The S-Class combat beauty awarded to him? Lounging by his side. Apocalypse resources? Stacked so high he can’t even spend them all. With nothing more than patience and a talent for staying put, Yi Bai becomes an unstoppable force. “You call this the apocalypse?” He chuckles, sinking deeper into his plush bed. “This is paradise for homebodies!”

Prince Doran is dead, shattering the secular world. Peace reigned once more on Jorm, and all was well. But beneath the facade of a perfect theocracy, flames of rebellion and anarchy grew stronger within the Noxian Empire. Far to the east, tales of a new power, emerging from the ashes of a burned kingdom, left in ruin by the empire, spreads across the lands. Creating a liable heir, to lead the enemies of the empire, in spreading dissent. Tensions rise across the world as it enters a delicate period of turmoil, with factions vying between peace and war. New players enter the stage with unknown motives and intents, but are sure to leave unprecedented marks on the history of Jorm. Will they make or break the world? Follow the stories of these individuals as they navigate through trifling times and usher in a new age.

This is a Chinese translated novel, all copyright is reversed to the author, while the English translation to me. Author: You You Xian Translator: Doyenro(for fun) Wei Wei, who was lucky enough to win a reincarnation package and took over a female doctor's body with life skills. It's a pity that the system got the wrong place to cross, and the prosperous ancient times in the east transformed by her predecessors turned into a stinking dark Middle Ages in the west where food was scarce.  What can she do? We can only push up our sleeves to encourage everyone to talk about hygiene and civilization to build a harmonious society. Wei Wei: "The first step is to clean up this garbage dump-like castle." Felix: "My dear, marry me first, don't talk about the castle. The whole territory is up to you." T/N: * I do not own this novel, just translating for fun. * Contact me if the original novel is being officially translated, so I stop. Check out other translated novel *Rebirth of Hollywood Lady. *Married to the Demon King, she took the throne via infrastructure.

This is a translated Chinese novel. I am not the author, just translating for fun. Translator: Doyenro (Fan Translate) Author: Dream of Chang'an Yin Jixue transmigrated. After perishing alongside the Zombie King, she found herself in the fictional dynasty of Yin. Determined to secure a powerful backer, she, a princess, was forced to marry the Demon King. She had imagined the Demon King to be hideous—green-faced, fanged, and monstrous. Bracing herself for another fight to the death, she was utterly unprepared for what she saw. The moment she laid eyes on him, Yin Jixue shamelessly started drooling. There was just one problem—this mighty demon clan was dirt poor. No worries! With her infrastructure-building system in hand, she set a small goal: Step one—escape poverty. Step two—get rich! -------------------- Word spread that the newly arrived Queen planned to develop infrastructure in the demon realm, ensuring that every demon could make a living with their own hands. No one believed it. But later… Black Dragon City became the most sought-after place to live. Even those who once feared the demon race were now begging to move in! Standing amidst the dazzling lights of the bustling city streets, Yin Jixue gestured proudly. “Look, this is the prosperous era I promised you.” Lou Zhao wrapped an arm around his wife’s slender waist and sighed deeply— "Turns out… it’s pretty damn great." ----------------- * Contact me if a novel of the same is officially translated so that I can stop. Check out other translated novel *Rebirth of a Hollywood Socialite *THE LORD'S LADY FROM THE EAST

Thirty Years East, Thirty Years West. Don’t you bully the young and poor! Split open the sky! Go against Heaven! Sick and tired of that kind of cultivation quote and troupe? The never-ending long grind that seemed to have one world after another once you supposedly reached the false apexes? Well, it’s time to broaden your horizons! You shall now be blessed with the perspective of someone who’s at the top of the top: Ye Ming. Someone who had foolishly decided to experience mortal life before realizing how crap it was. It was time to return to his real life. “I wasn’t born with a diamond spoon, but born with the endgame life.” Ye Ming laughed sinisterly. He was the sole Young Master of a family who dominated everything already. Trash cultivation? Trash spiritual roots? Trash background? Sorry, but that ain’t Ye Ming! However, he does have one great and relatable trait: procrastination.

3rd WSA2025 ENTRY, I'm never giving up, you here me!. For all you interested readers, please do try to give this story a try, I assure you it's far better than it seems!. _________________________________________ NOIR Born with extraordinary abilities that no human should possess, Noir's earliest memory isn't of his birth parents, it's of blood-stained grass and haunting howls echoing through the night. Found and adopted by an elderly couple who should have run screaming, they instead chose to embrace the impossible child who could leap across rooftops and communicate with wild beasts. For sixteen years, Noir has tried to tame the feral power thrumming beneath his skin. His adoptive parents' unwavering love helped, but there's only so much you can learn about being "normal" when you accidentally shatter doors or find yourself growling at the neighborhood dogs and winning. Now, his parents insist it's time for him to experience real life, high school. But how do you fit in when you can sense everyone's darkest secrets?. While the scent of fear makes your mouth water?. As Noir struggles to keep his beast hidden behind his façade of normal high schooler, he uncovers disturbing signs that he's not the only one hiding supernatural secrets in the halls of East Ridge High. The truth about his murdered parents is out there. And it's hunting him. Some beasts are born. Others are created. Noir must discover which one he is before it's too late. _________________________________________

"When a decent living and resourceful young teenager is manipulated by a destructive "Kitsune (Japanese fox spirit)/or to say Huli Jing (Chinese fox spirit)", his life takes a drastic turn. The fox spirit, unaware of the true nature of their pact, forms a love contract with him. As they gradually fall for each other, this becomes the boy's greatest problem. Complicating matters further is the involvement of powerful gods from "Chinese and Japanese mythologies",the Tiānshì (Divine Messengers) of the Chinese gods - East, West, South, North, and Central - and the Mikoto (Divine Messenger) of the Japanese gods, particularly the central deity, Amaterasu Omikami, become entangled in their fate. Unbeknownst to the boy, the Kitsune/Huli Jing is an extraordinary, destructive fox spirit born from the combined spiritual energy of six Japanese and Chinese fox spirits. In ancient times, she was notoriously difficult to seal, requiring the collective efforts of fifteen Chinese and Japanese gods and goddesses from each direction. "Now, in the present, she has broken free from her seal, empowered by her accumulated strength". Having been sealed since childhood, she has forgotten most of her powers. However, this forgetfulness proves advantageous, as she begins to experience human emotions. Unfortunately, this newfound humanity also means facing the wrath of the gods, their Tiānshì, and Mikoto . And lastly that the female lead and the main character doesn't know his identity." Note: the cover is an ai generated I just added the title Note: this story is also being submitted to the websites like royal road, tapas, webnovel , Wattpad, scribble hub by the orginal author.

Julius didn’t know what to expect when he stood in front of the grandiose gates, luscious fields, and beautiful students dressed in their pristine uniforms looking like a million bucks. He told himself that he wouldn’t get involved with anyone and that he’d keep his head down since the chances of him moving again were quite high. He didn’t expect to find himself to be so entranced with the dorm leader Agares Montgomery, the most handsome boy he’d ever seen. “So what’s Agares really like?” Julius asked. Silas grinned mischievously. “That’s a tough one.” Julius noticed the sly smile on Silas’s face and realized he’d been teased. “Just kidding~” Silas said, chuckling. “Well, Agares is a bit of a mystery. He’s strict but has a laid-back side too. He’s cold most of the time but can be surprisingly kind in rare moments?” Julius couldn’t help but laugh at the contradictory description. “Why do you make it sound like you’re unsure?” “Because he really is a puzzle. He’s not a bad guy, though. He keeps to himself and mainly communicates through the vice leader, Epaphras. He’s insanely popular, not just here but at Saint Ambracia Academy too. There have been incidents where girls from the academy tried to sneak into East Laurence just to see him. It’s crazy.” “Anyway,” Silas said, “you probably won’t interact with him much unless absolutely necessary, so don’t stress too much about it.” That should’ve been the case, and yet, he found himself interacting with the dark haired boy more and more, his admiration slowly started to change into something more. “Do I like him?” He couldn’t help but ask himself. ………………….. Avondale, a city of privilege and prestige, high school junior Julius Loriana steps through the grand gates of East Laurence Preparatory School, a renowned institution for the elite. Having spent years moving from city to city due to his father's job, he’s determined to keep his distance and stay under the radar in this new chapter of his life. But everything changes when he crosses paths with Agares Montgomery, the enegmatic dorm leader of House Ares. With his striking looks and effortless charm, Agares captivates Julius in ways he never expected. As Julius grapples with his resolve to remain detached, he finds himself drawn into a whirlwind of emotions that transforms his mundane existence into something exhilarating. Follow the love story between a shy boy and his socially inept senior as they navigate through the pains of love, friendship and the hell that is known as high school. …………………………… A little extra note: This is a sweet love story, a bit of a slow burn but definitely worth getting into.. Each chapter includes a song and I would definitely recommend you listen to the song (on low volume of course) while reading. You get to feel the full Julius Loriana experience by listening to the music he’s also listening to with each chapter. If this story happens to curry your fancy, then please give it a try, I promise it won’t disappoint (≧∀≦) ! Upload schedule: Everyday! *Some images are originally from Pinterest, but the cover belongs to me.

One thousand years after his death, Leander, the fabled Hero of Peace, is resurrected by Melaine, the Lich Queen of the Undead Kingdom. Restored to life for a singular, harrowing purpose, he must confront the Demon King in the frozen north and the Goddess in the radiant east. Only by defeating them can he end the relentless millennium-long conflict that has ravaged the continent, leaving nothing but death and devastation in its wake.

BY THE EDGE OF THE SPEAR is a saga of Africa, a tale of conflict and love, unbreakable bonds, magic and the wonder of the African experience. It follows the mighty deeds of several heroes and heroines. The story is set 300 hundred years ago in East Africa where three communities are in conflict. The Maarati are pastoralists while the Anyaga are farmers. The two have had an uneasy co-existence with regular feuding for many years. Then enter the third force, the Nkolwane, who are sweeping everything in their path as they expand from the south, using both wizards (called Innaxzi) and warriors. The story follows the adventures of our hero Kiama, a youth who, though quite weak in warrior skills, is nevertheless quite strong in the arcane arts, something that he doesn’t know about until he is “awakened” by an old woman. The Maarati and Anyaga communities ascertain through their seers that there is a community from the south that is destroying all other communities in their path. They decide to unite their forces to combat this common threat. Kiama is one of the few who will have an intimate but painful knowledge of the southern enemy early on. The two communities marshal their might both arcane and force of arms to counter their enemy. We have Muniu and Runo of the Anyaga, mighty warriors with something to prove, and then there’s Lerionka, regiment commander of the Maarati and his beloved and beautiful Ntalei, their love beset by so many obstacles. There is Lengoibon, also regiment commander and a vicious rival of lerionka, there is Mukungu, a crafty, evil and cunning elder of Anyaga. Need I mention Kui, beautiful, proud, and oh so gifted lady of the Anyaga, Uloziba the stunningly beautiful Innaxzzi spy and scout of the Nkolwane, Wangari seer of Anyaga, and Samute the Oloibon of Maarati, each unique and powerful. This tale has not been told. This tale will now be told. This tale will keep you riveted to your seat. We promise you that.

USA, Louisiana.. a small town in north-east Louisiana.. if you see a little-bitty tiny dot with the name 'Oak Grove' beside it.. in the most north-east corner of Louisiana.. fifteen minute drive north.. and you' ve crossed into the state of Arkansas.. Or if you would have drove fifteen minutes east instead of north.. you would have crossed over the Mississippi-Louisiana state line.. so that gives you a pretty good general location of the town of my birth.. Unfortunately it wouldn't be the town of my untimely and unexpected death.. nope.. for I would not die in a town.. no.. I would be eventually crushed.. by a section.. of thirty-two inch.. steel.. heavy-wall.. industrial pipe.. for a natural gas line.. being lay'n.. from just north of the cities.. Odessa and Midland.. of the state of Texas.. Over a thousand miles away from my place of birth.. Bastrop.. Louisiana.. where the closest 'safe' hospital was for me to be born at.. forty miles west.. by north-west from where my family had lived for generations.. Oak Grove.. My family has worked as surveyors.. for pipelines and gas or oil facilities.. being built all across this great country on the continent of North America.. for atleast two generations.. If my children take up the mantle.. that would make.. three generations of my family.. to feed and provide for their families.. working as pipeline surveyors.. see Oak Grove is poor.. poor as dirt.. total population.. barely over two thousand.. average gross income per capita per family for a year.. less than ten thousand dollars a year.. there's just no real paying jobs.. in Oak Grove or anywhere near it.. so while the people who choose to work in Oak Grove make ten thousand dollars a year.. I started out as a 'rod-man' which was the lowest man on the 'totem-pole'.. making what those in Oak grove..worked a year for.. I made in a month.. I did nothing but pack bundles of wooden stakes.. then carry them up the mountains of West Virginia.. Or across the deserts of West Texas.. swamps of south Louisiana.. down around Baton Rouge.. or Tibbedaux.. the Everglades of Florida.. fuck I get that nauseous feeling every time I think of when I 'work'd' there.. I walked up on a dead body without a head.. not long after that.. still on the same project I saw the 'headless' corpse on.. I almost stepped on the biggest python I've ever seen.. the fucker was atleast ten feet long and two to three feet wide around.. Anywho, back to what I was talking back before I went off subject for a bit.. I started out making ten thousand dollars every month.. thats twelve times what I would have earned working a month in Oak Grove.. instead of working in these dangerous jobs.. Been a lot of dangerous places.. dangerous terrains.. working in a very hazardous career.. but I was well paid like I said.. and now I don't have a body left to send home to my parents.. that section of pipe.. weigh tens of thousands of pounds.. when the 'Komoda' excavators that were lifting the section tipped.. that was it.. one of the operators didn't extend his 'boom' on his excavator all the way out like he should have.. Now the pipes falling.. as soon as it lands on me.. thats it.. so much weight.. my head will pop and shoot right of my shoulders.. up in the air towards the heavens themselves.. reaches its peak height of its short flight.. then falling.. all whilst my body will be crushed and explode to nothing but splatter'd meat paste.. ending my first life.. trust I've seen it.. I know what will happen from experience.. and so beings the next chapter of life.. I see a tunnel with bright light radiating from then end of it.. as I reach the light I take the final step.. the blinding light recedes and fades away out of existence.. I find my surroundings returning to a lightness that my eyes can afford to see clearly in.. only to meet another pair of eyes facing me.. everything else is shrouded by darkness.. I see only eyes.. staring at me.. staring into me.. starin

Before time was measured and before the first star ignited the void, there was only the Architect. From the formless abyss, he wove the cosmos, separating light from darkness, order from chaos. Three realms emerged from his will—the Heavenly Realm, where the divine would dwell, the Mortal Realm, where life would flourish, and the Underworld, where the remnants of creation would settle. At the heart of this new existence, the Architect shaped the first being—Atorian, a figure of power and wisdom, destined to oversee the world alongside his wife, a being of grace and harmony. They laid the foundations of civilization, yet the Architect’s breath did not cease. From faith and devotion, gods emerged in the western lands, sustained by belief and vanishing when forgotten. Immortals arose in the east, eternal yet bound by their own laws. And in the uncharted corners of the world, forces beyond comprehension stirred. But creation was not without consequence. As divinity spread, so too did conflict. Faith became a weapon, kingdoms clashed, and the balance wavered. In the secluded lands of demons, unknown to gods or men, seven great nations waged ceaseless war, trapped in a cycle of ambition and ruin. Yet, amid this vast and intricate design, a single act would shift the course of history—the Architect’s breath upon the world. In the east, he planted the first garden, Eden, where humankind would take its first steps. Ashel, the first man, awoke beneath its boughs, untouched by time, unaware that his existence was the beginning of something far greater than himself. His wife, yet to be born, would share in this harmony, but their fate, like the fate of the world, remained uncertain. Thus begins the first verse of an eternal tale—a saga of creation and destruction, of gods and mortals, and of the Architect’s unseen hand, shaping destiny with every breath.

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.

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

Ome was a typical college student from a bustling urban society, juggling classes, part-time jobs, and social pressures. His life was a constant hustle, and he often daydreamed about a life of ease and adventure. One day, after a particularly exhausting week, Ome meets a tragic accident. Upon waking, he finds himself in a strange and fantastical world—the world of One Piece. Ome quickly realizes he has been reincarnated, and not only that, he has consumed a powerful Devil Fruit during his transition: the Lazy Lazy Fruit. This fruit bestows him with the Lazy System, a unique ability that allows him to perform tasks effortlessly, turning even the most arduous chores into simple tasks. Confused and amazed by his new reality, Ome joins a fledgling pirate crew in the East Blue. Despite his laid-back nature, Ome’s modern knowledge and strategic thinking soon prove invaluable. His crew, a diverse group including a fiery swordswoman seeking vengeance, a quirky inventor with explosive gadgets, and a mysterious navigator with a secretive past, quickly learn to rely on his uncanny abilities. As they sail towards the Grand Line, Ome’s Lazy System becomes both a blessing and a target. Powerful pirate crews, ambitious marines, and treasure-seeking bounty hunters all aim to capture or destroy him for his powers. Each confrontation and adventure reveals more about the true potential and origins of the Lazy Lazy Fruit. Despite his lazy demeanor, Ome’s strategic mind and newfound powers make him a force to be reckoned with. His journey takes him through legendary islands, ancient ruins, and epic battles, where he must outwit formidable foes and uncover secrets tied to the world’s greatest treasure, the One Piece. Ome’s reincarnation journey is one of growth, where he learns to balance his desire for an easy life with the responsibilities and challenges of being a pirate in a world full of wonders and dangers. Through trials and friendships, he discovers that true ease comes not from avoiding challenges, but from overcoming them with ingenuity and heart. In this blend of modern wit and high-seas adventure, Ome's lazy approach hides the determination of a hero destined to leave his mark on the world of One Piece.

This is a translated Chinese novel. I am not the author, just translating for fun. Translator: Doyenro (Fan Translate) Author: Zhuang Jiang Alternative universe (AU) She can produce the most terrifying horror films and also create the most profitable commercial films; she can turn artistic films into commercial successes and turn commercial films into artistic achievements. Future critiques of Laila all say that she is synonymous with the Hollywood miracle, one of the greatest directors of all time. She even unintentionally becomes the most skilled photographer and strategist. However, she knows that all of this comes from her biggest secret, which is—she has been reborn! T/N: * The Female Lead(MC) is very patriotic to her old country, so it may be annoying to some people. * The English gets better from chapter 65, the chapters 1 - 65 will be edited soon. * The actors' or actresses' characters may be different from reality. It is just an alternate universal fictional novel. * Alternate History * Contact me if a novel of the same is officially translated so that I can stop. * Original Chinese novel completed. Check out other translated novel *Married to the Demon King, she took the throne via infrastructure. *THE LORD'S LADY FROM THE EAST

Three kingdoms stand strong in the east, west and north of the Santara mainland. Peace continues to be upheld after Malakar the ruler of darkness was defeated by the three kingdoms' alliance forces hundreds of years ago. Never heard from again, hiding in the broken south of Santara. Kings changed kings, rulers changed rulers, unknowingly the shadow of darkness began to crawl from the South with a great plan that was so dark. As the three kingdom rulers competed for power, sharp claws began to erode the border walls and ancient terrors that had died began to rise from the south, to become the rulers of the rulers of Santara.

The Novel follows the story of Kai Grier, a peasant boy from the village, who lives in the lands of kings, lords and noblemen. Kai was born in the Kingdom of Leventis, a well-known location on the western continent of Drusa. He often works in the Capital City Aurora, helping his father, the part time cook of the Keep. The King of Leventis, Eris Lambros, the strongest body refiner in the Kingdom, and the head of the House Lambros, has just concluded a two year long war with the Kingdom of Leon. He had achieved a resounding victory. However, when the peace treaty was signed, a peculiar outcome had occurred. King Eris had taken no land, only a few spoils, and was swiftly returning to his Kingdom. Everyone in the Kingdom was aware of King Eris’s infamous personality, so none believed things to be so simple. But, most paid no heed to it. There were even some elusive rumours, relating the peace treaty, to the mythical immortals of the east, which the commoners perceived as fiction. But in the backdrop of Leventis, there were many plots unfolding. When Kai Grier encounters an opportunity that will change his life, he must dare to enter the wretched, yet fantastical worlds of refiners, immortals and primordials.