Garon Tsuchiya

A Civil engineer, Antonio Lombardi, wakes up after a car accident in ancient Europe and helps the Scirians, one of the countless Germanic tribes, to regain their greatness. The Roman Empire had collapsed and unrest, religious tensions and the migration of many Germanic tribes to the Western Roman Empire heralded the era of the great migration. The story will not and cannot be historically correct because magic and gods are real in this world. This is my first story. Spelling mistakes and illogical or confusing connections may occur.

A death saint called Clair needs to go with the heroes party to a dungeon to take a holy sword to kill the demon lord. But unfortunately, this adventure will be more dangerous and magical than she thinks. (I am not proficient in English because it's not my first Language.)

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I am Tsuchiya Ryleigh, a senior highschool student that ran away from home. Through some strange turn of events, I discovered a portal in my toilet bowl. Being an amateur scientist and mathematician myself, I tried to understand the inner workings of this unknown object. Unfortunately, my plans was interrupted when a giant T-Rex showed up in the toilet bowl. Using some boxes of gunpowders and a drone, I succeeded in killing the monstrous creature. However, I am now faced with the hard dilemma of destroying this toilet bowl to save my life. For now, I am thinking of accepting reality and exploiting this bowl to the max! For review swap, please put the title of your book below the comments otherwise it will be difficult to know.

This is the kingdom of Iquen, where law is lawless. As part of the Stormshade clan, you can never rely on anyone. Garon, our hero, is stuck with an ancient rune that could possibly spell chaos for the entire kingdom. The rune grants the bearer powers beyond imagination, however, only darkness awaits a rune bearer.

If someone precious to you needed your help, would you extend it? Would you still do it if it costs you your peace and perhaps even your life?  For Tercius, a man mysteriously reborn nearly thirteen years ago, there was only one answer to both questions. Feeling compelled, he sets out to journey to the northern Sogea and its infamous Western Izmittor mountain range, a natural stronghold of sky tearing mountains and deep canyons. Legends about the place abounded, but he knew without a doubt that the hidden valleys, rushing rivers, thick forests, and desolate landscapes hid powerful predators, the likes of which stalk the harsh terrains for an easy source of meat and bones.  The many natural dangers of Western Izmittor would be hard enough to navigate safely for a lone traveler, but to make matters worse Tercius had enemies in the heights of Western Izmittor, humans and spirits who would see him dead if they ever learned of his true connection to the Pyramid of Tergaron and the Society of the Magi. To make things even more difficult, he also had to ensure that the true extent of his own Innate Skills remained hidden, for if the prying eyes of the world fell on him and his many secrets came to light, then he would never again know a day of peace.  Can one reborn man manage to keep his secrets and still succeed in doing what his conscience compels him to?  Will he have to choose one over the other?  And can he do any of it without reigniting the sparks of a planetary war the likes of which had not been seen in millennia?  Follow Tercius’ story and find out! ************************************** This story is a continuation of Again from Scratch, an old story of mine. Reading it is NOT necessary to read this story, but for anyone who wants to get a little bit more background, here is a link: https://www.royalroad.com/fiction/38803/again-from-scratch  This story is available here, on RR, and on Scribble Hub. The cover was taken from PublicDomainPictures.net and made by one Nona Lohr.

Hodonia. The only country that Hodons knew exists was a place of peace and plenty.Over the years, Hodons stay from being a hunter and fieldmen but never a fisherman for all of them feared of falling into an unknown sea dimension. Hodons believe that Monouen is but a flat world and the edge of the sea is peril. They were no adventurers nor sailers bound to find another place for bounty.Black are all of the hues of their eyes for they inherited it from their powerful ancestors; Hedon and Artemis. It was also their basis for superiority and wealth. A basis of a true bloodline of Hedon. But as far as the peace and plenty had endured, time has come to weaken the hold of prosperity amongst Hodons. Because of the sickness of seduction that ruins them, their numbers were beyond the count of stars that food become instantaneously scarce. A once green and verdant plains of Gymras turns into a dried land with no more of a green specks of plants. Sand almost coming out of the Southeastern Hodonia turning the Gymras into Desert. The city of Gymras, the Garon and its people flee to Meso and there lived. But the Desert were little by little gnawing the remaining green fields as years fled, the sand of Gymras continues to scatter. Woes were born when many children possessed different color of their eyes. There were blue such as the morning sky, green as the trees, brown as the bark and yellow as the sun. Soon enough, since their numbers were beyond expected and their green lands were pestered by the growing burdens of desert, the King of Hodonia, Ponchio, ordered his kinsmen to eliminate people that posseses different color of eyes until it became a tradition. Once captured, they will tie them into the trunk of a boat and let the edge of the sea swallow them whole. And never did they come back nor one follow the castaways to tell whether they lived.... But the King and Hodons knew, deep within the merciless part of their hearts, they were all dead.