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"The chosen one of the heavens? The savior of the world?” These were my doubts before the angel in front of me, who stared at me with disgust. — A sinner like you doesn't deserve forgiveness! "What? After everything I've been through, after everything I've done, after everything I've seen... I just tried to survive like anyone else! Seriously, I don't deserve forgiveness? I should be condemned for trying to live?! I just tried to survive one more day..." After the condemnation and death of yet another heretic, the world found itself without more sinners. Amidst the demons and mutilated bodies in the holy war, there were no winners or losers; nothing was left but remnants and the shadows of what humanity once was in its glory! But not all is lost. Waking from a horrible nightmare, our hero sees his life put to the test with the unfolding of a macabre plot. He must then embark on a journey full of challenges, seeking his redemption and the forgiveness for his filthy sins. Where the apocalypse arrives with the fall of the infamous, and the sound of trumpets brings the judgment of heretics. "The end is near!"

They thought the end would be loud, flames, angels, trumpets. Instead, it came quietly. The world choked on ash while the sky turned inside out. And then… he woke up. No prophecy, no calling. Just a soul twisted by blood-deep hunger, born to end what others fight to save. He doesn't want redemption. He doesn't want revenge. he just wants to survive Even if it means tearing reality apart with his bare hands. Because in this new era, survival isn't noble. It's carnage. JOIN MY DISCORD SERVER!! https://discord.gg/2EmcquQW

[Detecting the birth of a new god... Data traction in progress] [Alert! Intrusion detected: %*#... Data traction interrupted] [Divine Revelation Protocol activated. Initiating emergency replication. The Legion of Judges has been dispatched...] [1%... 5%... 33%... 99%] [Replication complete!] [Rebooting and reconstructing the world...] … Becoming a god feels like a grand deception. Instead of ascending to the heavens, you awaken inside a mere clay idol. You have become a god—yet only the weakest, most nameless one. You don't even have a body of your own. [Detecting host awakening... Binding process initiated] [Binding complete. Initial gift pack activated. Congratulations, host! You have obtained the talent: Tribute Hundredfold Amplification!] [A believer offers you a pebble. You receive a Holy Crystal!] [A believer offers you a wooden stick. You receive the Spear of Longinus!] [A believer offers you a harmonica. You receive the Archangel’s Trumpet!] Good. "From this moment forth, the gods shall heed my command. Who stands with me, and who dares oppose?" Seated deep within the sacred temple, you gaze upon the vast cosmos at your feet, looking over the myriad realms with serene indifference.

Kaito's world shatters when his girlfriend, Rina, is tragically gunned down on the last day of the third week of July. Consumed by grief and a desperate hope, he dedicates his life to completing Rina's theoretical research on time travel, driven by a mysterious symbol of a trumpet-shaped hose and inexplicably appearing notes that aid his progress. His first journey back in time, to save Rina, ends in horrifying failure, witnessing her death again despite his intervention. Undeterred, a slightly older Kaito tries again, this time working in secret as a janitor to guide his younger self's research, hoping a more refined approach will succeed. This attempt also culminates in Rina's death, with Kaito realizing he might be an unchangeable part of the tragedy. A third, even older Kaito, worn down by repeated failures, returns with a grim new plan: to kill the gunman before he can act. In a tragic twist of fate and a moment of panicked misidentification, he accidentally becomes the one to cause Rina's demise, fulfilling the horrifying bootstrap paradox – he is the very gunman his younger self then kills in rage. Just as this seemingly unbreakable, cruel loop threatens to claim him permanently, a much older version of Kaito intervenes, injecting his dying self with advanced medical technology. This "Architect" Kaito, having experienced countless iterations, has begun a project not to erase the past, but to manage its devastating fallout, subtly guiding other versions of himself and preventing their ultimate destruction. He shares his story with a young, inquisitive boy named Kenji, planting the seeds for a new generation to grapple with the complexities of a fixed, yet perhaps subtly alterable, timeline. "The Third Week of July" is a poignant exploration of grief, obsession, and the crushing weight of inevitability, questioning whether destiny is truly immutable or if, even within a fixed framework, there is still room for human agency to strive for a different, if not perfect, future. ------------- This book is written with AI-assisted tools to help generate sentences and structure paragraphs. However, the story, plot flow, characters, world-building, and all core concepts are entirely my original creations. The AI serves only as a tool to express my vision more efficiently, not as a storyteller.

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scene opens with a bloodied battlefield, littered with the lifeless bodies of demons and angels alike, both fallen and holy. The stench of death hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the acrid smoke of the scorched earth. The landscape is a wasteland, a testament to the brutality of the battle that had just unfolded.Not far from the carnage, hidden within the shadows of a cave, lay three figures. Two were gravely wounded, their bodies barely clinging to life. One was the archangel Michael, whose once radiant armor was now stained with blood, his wings torn and battered. The other was the fallen archangel Lucifer, his wings scorched and tattered, his face twisted in agony as he fought to stay conscious. The third figure, In stark contrast to the injured angels, stood tall and composed. His presence was almost ethereal, though his features were hidden in shadow, making him an enigmatic figure in the midst of the ruin. He gazed down at Lucifer, a look of sympathy in his eyes. “I’m sorry that you had to suffer this fate,” he murmured, his voice laced with regret. His eyes shifted to both archangels, and he sighed deeply. “I’ll make it right.” A brief pause followed, the words after “I’ll make it right” lost in a quiet murmur, as if the figure’s voice faltered, or the meaning was veiled in secrecy. The only words that were clear came at the end, filled with finality and determination. “Take this new life and…” Another break in his words, this time leaving a lingering silence. Suddenly, the scene faded, shifting from the cave of despair to a small, dimly lit room. A young man lay in bed, his body drenched in sweat, breathing heavily as though he had just run a marathon. His eyes flickered open, a look of panic written across his face. He bolted upright, the nightmare still fresh in his mind. “Shit, that same dream… when will it stop?” Lucian Cross muttered, rubbing his eyes as if to rid himself of the lingering remnants of the vision. Glancing at the alarm clock beside him, he saw the time—almost 7:30 AM. He groaned, realizing he was running late. With a sigh, he threw off the covers and reluctantly dragged himself out of bed. It was the last day of school, and though he had hoped for it to be a day of relief, it held no joy. It was the day of the awakening ceremony, a day that would determine his future and his job class, though Lucian’s expectations were low. School, in his mind, was nothing but a hellish place. A place where he was used and trampled on, his life a series of miserable days. But today—today was supposed to be different. It was his last day, and maybe, just maybe, the ceremony would bring something good. He didn’t dare dream too big, but a small hope flickered inside him. The vice principal called out, “Lucian Cross, come on stage.” Lucian gulped as the whispers of mocking and ridicule from his classmates and juniors filled the air. He could hear their gossip: “Why is he even here?” “Bet he’ll awaken nothing.” “He’s just wasting our time.” Tightening his fist, Lucian forced himself forward, his footsteps heavy with anxiety. Reaching the podium, he glanced at the imposing white crystal, its surface shimmering with an otherworldly glow. “Place your hand on the crystal,” the vice principal instructed. Lucian hesitated briefly before resting his hand against the cool surface of the crystal. The room fell silent, anticipation hanging thick in the air. Suddenly, the crystal erupted in a dazzling platinum light so bright it was blinding. Gasps echoed through the hall as a celestial-class phenomenon unfolded. The sound of heavenly trumpets filled the room, shaking the very ground beneath them. The heavens themselves seemed to part, and a radiant Roman cross-like gate opened in the sky above. From the portal descended two armies of celestial beings, one side composed of graceful angels, the other of fallen angels. The fallen angels were an intimidating sight. Dark knights clad ...

In a world where power is the only truth, a low-ranking noble receives the ultimate gift—an all-powerful system. There is no hesitation, no mercy, only conquest. With every battle, his banner rises higher, his enemies crushed beneath an ocean of blood and mountains of corpses. Kingdoms fall, emperors kneel, and the wails of the defeated become his trumpets of agony. There is no stagnation, no weakness—only relentless progress toward absolute dominion. He does not rule for glory or justice. He rules because he was born to. This is the rise of the supreme sovereign. This is the path of the ruthless monarch

In a world where power is the only truth, a low-ranking noble receives the ultimate gift—an all-powerful system. There is no hesitation, no mercy, only conquest. With every battle, his banner rises higher, his enemies crushed beneath an ocean of blood and mountains of corpses. Kingdoms fall, emperors kneel, and the wails of the defeated become his trumpets of agony. There is no stagnation, no weakness—only relentless progress toward absolute dominion. He does not rule for glory or justice. He rules because he was born to. This is the rise of the supreme sovereign. This is the path of the ruthless monarch.

The scene opens with a bloodied battlefield, littered with the lifeless bodies of demons and angels alike, both fallen and holy. The stench of death hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the acrid smoke of the scorched earth. The landscape is a wasteland, a testament to the brutality of the battle that had just unfolded.Not far from the carnage, hidden within the shadows of a cave, lay three figures. Two were gravely wounded, their bodies barely clinging to life. One was the archangel Michael, whose once radiant armor was now stained with blood, his wings torn and battered. The other was the fallen archangel Lucifer, his wings scorched and tattered, his face twisted in agony as he fought to stay conscious. The third figure, In stark contrast to the injured angels, stood tall and composed. His presence was almost ethereal, though his features were hidden in shadow, making him an enigmatic figure in the midst of the ruin. He gazed down at Lucifer, a look of sympathy in his eyes. “I’m sorry that you had to suffer this fate,” he murmured, his voice laced with regret. His eyes shifted to both archangels, and he sighed deeply. “I’ll make it right.” A brief pause followed, the words after “I’ll make it right” lost in a quiet murmur, as if the figure’s voice faltered, or the meaning was veiled in secrecy. The only words that were clear came at the end, filled with finality and determination. “Take this new life and…” Another break in his words, this time leaving a lingering silence. Suddenly, the scene faded, shifting from the cave of despair to a small, dimly lit room. A young man lay in bed, his body drenched in sweat, breathing heavily as though he had just run a marathon. His eyes flickered open, a look of panic written across his face. He bolted upright, the nightmare still fresh in his mind. “Shit, that same dream… when will it stop?” Lucian Cross muttered, rubbing his eyes as if to rid himself of the lingering remnants of the vision. Glancing at the alarm clock beside him, he saw the time—almost 7:30 AM. He groaned, realizing he was running late. With a sigh, he threw off the covers and reluctantly dragged himself out of bed. It was the last day of school, and though he had hoped for it to be a day of relief, it held no joy. It was the day of the awakening ceremony, a day that would determine his future and his job class, though Lucian’s expectations were low. School, in his mind, was nothing but a hellish place. A place where he was used and trampled on, his life a series of miserable days. But today—today was supposed to be different. It was his last day, and maybe, just maybe, the ceremony would bring something good. He didn’t dare dream too big, but a small hope flickered inside him. The vice principal called out, “Lucian Cross, come on stage.” Lucian gulped as the whispers of mocking and ridicule from his classmates and juniors filled the air. He could hear their gossip: “Why is he even here?” “Bet he’ll awaken nothing.” “He’s just wasting our time.” Tightening his fist, Lucian forced himself forward, his footsteps heavy with anxiety. Reaching the podium, he glanced at the imposing white crystal, its surface shimmering with an otherworldly glow. “Place your hand on the crystal,” the vice principal instructed. Lucian hesitated briefly before resting his hand against the cool surface of the crystal. The room fell silent, anticipation hanging thick in the air. Suddenly, the crystal erupted in a dazzling platinum light so bright it was blinding. Gasps echoed through the hall as a celestial-class phenomenon unfolded. The sound of heavenly trumpets filled the room, shaking the very ground beneath them. The heavens themselves seemed to part, and a radiant Roman cross-like gate opened in the sky above. From the portal descended two armies of celestial beings, one side composed of graceful angels, the other of fallen angels. The fallen angels were an intimidating sight. Dark knights clad ...

On a beautiful day, all high school students in Vietnam were summoned by the gods to countless different planets to destroy the threat called "Demon King". Can they survive and return to their homeland?

After the world ended in a blinding light and the echoes of seven trumpets, humanity was left to face its reckoning. The event, known as The Culling, marked the gods' abandonment of mankind. Yet, humanity endured, rebuilding for nearly a century under constant threat from celestial horrors called Angels—merciless beings that devour all life. To protect the remnants of humanity, a select few known as The Crowned—individuals awakened with divine power—lead the charge against the Angels alongside their loyal Subjects. Sephis, a young man who survived the apocalyptic Culling, awakens far too late to a desolate world. Alone and burdened with the mysterious Crown of a Crowned, he walks a ruined land filled with danger, searching for his purpose and his reason to fight and preserve what remains of mankind.

Yan Hua merupakan putri satu-satunya dari keluarga aristokrat yang paling berkuasa di Kerajaan Tang, Keluarga Li. Ayahnya merupakan perdana menteri favorit Kaisar. Ibunya merupakan putri tersayang dari keluarga terkaya di seluruh kerajaan. Kekayaan Kehormatan Ketenaran Lahir dengan semua hal tersebut membuat hidupnya tampak sempurna. Hingga tragedi itupun terjadi. Ia kehilangan segalanya, termasuk dirinya yang dulu. Menyisakan kesedihan, kebencian, dan hutang piutang yang tidak sedikit. Dan ia telah lama bersumpah untuk membayar semua hutang yang ada. "Mata dibalas mata, gigi dibalas gigi, dan darah juga harus dibalas dengan darah." Katanya sembari menatap langit penuh amarah.

Warning: Slow burn book. Enclosed in his arms, she asked him, " Why do you want to take me somewhere dangerous? " Leaving a stream of kisses on her shoulder, he replied, " That's because I'm with you. With me beside, nothing can ever touch you darling, " his lips sealed her's, sealing a promise. .......... She came, despite knowing the dangers of associating with him, So he decided to protect her with all his might. His love being her guide and hope and promise of forever, she decided to walk along with him till the end. ......... It all started with a kiss, creating an unforgettable, yet a passionate memory for both, she hooked his interest towards her, spared no means to not fall for her, and he did, he fell pretty hard at that. Now, he'd pursue that love towards her, despite all the odds. This isn't the cold CEO and naive girl love story, but two powerful people trying to navigate an unknown territory of emotion. With love being an emotion that is only small a part of life, will she hurt herself in the end by giving into jumbled priorities or they'd walk towards sunset with their happy ending? Read "It all started with a KISS" to know the story of Kim Sooha and Wang Hyuk. Disclaimer: This is purely work of art and creativity. Any resemblance to real life is purely coincidence and is used to elevate this fiction. Please encourage, support and cooperate with 'It all Started with a KISS' and share your views via review. The cover page credits all goes to it's rightful owner.

The universe experienced chaos when a child that later would be known as the Prodigy was born during the Moon Festival. The child's presence has succeeded in destroying the stability of the ecosystem and blurring the line between the forces of light and darkness. This catastrophic accident were then broke the seal of the dark forces from the Daughters of Renum who were kept deep in the ground by the previous Prodigy. A turmoil started between the four noble families in the Land of Dawn, Beau, Renum, Sadyr and Vanya who were then locked themselves inside their high gates while the trumpet of the evil triumph echoes through the land as the cursed Renum Daughters rise from their grave of sorrow. A prophecy was sent by the sky to the the Great Witch of South Mountain. It tells a story of a female warrior who would seized the dark power and sealed them back in the depths of the ground. And if she’s lucky, she could kill The Daughter of Renum with her own hands. But that would be a question nobody dared to ask.

"Genova is missing!" Sally yells so hard that she doesn't need a gong and a trumpet to make this announcement. These three words and audible gasps of shock from the workers outside put us all in panic. "How did you know?" Damon lets go of her, and she goes crashing on the floor due to her ill-judged movement. "She dumped the wedding dress inside a bathtub full of water, and I've spent over an hour searching everywhere for her," My stomach squeezes and tightens into knots, as I try to properly align the words I just heard. "Can it be that she eloped with an old lover?"  "Did she possibly develop a tad of cold feet before the wedding?" "Aside from smoking which of course is a bad habit, Genova is a nice girl. Alpha Cahill might be abusive because of his alleged monstrous nature," "Fucking worse timing of the century, isn't it?" Several uncertain questions are flying in the air, until my mother, Meredith Rose, slams her fist against the table in front of everyone, startling us all and gaining silence almost immediately  "Enough!" She bellows, her veins bulging out along her neck in exasperation. "We've got to figure out a way out of this, Or Alpha Cahill will shred us into pieces. The loans we are owing, your father's uncleared debts after his death. My fucking god, I can't believe Genova will do this to us," mom facepalms in distress, tapping her feet against the floor in frustration. "Let's go find her, it might be she's homesick already and wants some time alone," Archibald suggests, while he's being stopped by Sally with a raise of the hand. "Few of the workers formed a search party and one came with the news of someone seeing a tomboy who bears a striking resemblance to Genova, running away with a man." Sally points this out, and all three of my brothers exchange knowing looks, with their lips thinning. "Jack Snyder," they chorus and I gasp. I cannot believe she's ran away with that psycho ex of hers. Who in their right state of mind will ditch her own wedding with Alpha Cahill and run away with a man who's lost all sanity? My mom who has been silent all these while suddenly shivers-jolts, her eyes sparkling with certainty, then she points at me, the youngest Brewer sibling.  "You, Mathilda...you will have to take the place of your sister to marry Alpha Cahill." *** Mathilda's life changes when her elder sister runs away on her wedding day and she's being persuaded by her mother and brothers to protect them from an impending wicked fate until she reluctantly agrees to marry Alpha Cahill. She's left with no alternative but to adhere to not bring shame to the Alpha and put the lives of her family members at stake. Will she be able to cope with Alpha Cahill who doesn't regard her in any aspect, but is enraged and wouldn't let her go while he's in search of her elder sister? She's however, forced to reject her own mate after becoming the Luna of the Blackwood pack, and what she doesn't expect is to develop feelings for Alpha Cahill in the process of protecting her family. But she has no idea a lot is in store for her as Luna of the Blackwood pack.  The dreadful Luna Ritual if Cahill touches her and she gets pregnant, Cahill's half-brother who seems to be infatuated with her.  And having to face the jealous female population of the Blackwood and other neighboring packs. Puzzling circumstances are shoved into the picture when Cahill's actual, self-entitled Luna-wannabe mate comes out from nowhere and makes her presence known, perplexing him and hurting Mathilda. And just as Mathilda is contemplating if she and Cahill will be able to overcome everything and everyone, Genova Brewer returns. This leaves Mathilda wondering if Cahill will be with her or choose her sister, his first love over her. She's only a substitute for Luna, or isn't she?

Have you ever heard that as long as your alive, you should be thankful, that a lie. hecould still hear the laughs of joy and happiness, the trumpets of celebration, till he came. Vormatu, the Demon of endless suffering and pain, his greatest foe, he slaughtered Adam armies, burnt down his kingdoms and sold away his wife and daughters as whores to his demonic legions and made him watch as they ravaged them till death. he wished for death, he wanted death, he craved it, he lusted for it but it never came, centuries after centuries he made me watch as everything he ever loved, everything he ever built was destroyed. He cursed him with the greatest punishment, immorality, and he stayed millenias suffering under his rule, he forgot the feeling of joy, him forgot the feeling of happiness and all I knew was despair. he hated this world, he despised it but suddenly one day in this hell, he saw something, a miracle, everything was back to normal, time itself had been reversed. [Congratulations. The universe has grown to pity you and your existence, you have been gifted one more chance at life] [Is the user willing to forsake their humanity and awake their innate forbidden bloodline] [Yes]. [No] "Yes"Adam said [Congratulations. you have chosen to be a Primodial demon] [You have been chosen as a Candidate of the Despair System] [Go out there and show your enemies through Despair] Now watch as Adam rises through the ranks and cultivates the despair of his enemies

Warning: Slow burn book. Enclosed in his arms, she asked him, " Why do you want to take me somewhere dangerous? " Leaving a stream of kisses on her shoulder, he replied, " That's because I'm with you. With me beside, nothing can ever touch you darling, " his lips sealed her's, sealing a promise. .......... She came, despite knowing the dangers of associating with him, So he decided to protect her with all his might. His love being her guide and hope and promise of forever, she decided to walk along with him till the end. ......... It all started with a kiss, creating an unforgettable, yet a passionate memory for both, she hooked his interest towards her, spared no means to not fall for her, and he did, he fell pretty hard at that. Now, he'd pursue that love towards her, despite all the odds. This isn't the cold CEO and naive girl love story, but two powerful people trying to navigate an unknown territory of emotion. With love being an emotion that is only small a part of life, will she hurt herself in the end by giving into jumbled priorities or they'd walk towards sunset with their happy ending? Read "It all started with a KISS" to know the story of Kim Sooha and Wang Hyuk. Disclaimer: This is purely work of art and creativity. Any resemblance to real life is purely coincidence and is used to elevate this fiction. Please encourage, support and cooperate with 'It all Started with a KISS' and share your views via review. The cover page credits all goes to it's rightful owner.

God, it's is a word, that is shared among many believers in their individual religions, to represent a source of worship, when we are hurt we pray to God to heal us, when we are desperate we pray to God to help us, and when we are lost we pray to God guide us. Religion is the very thing that separated the world into different beliefs, but what happens when Religion becomes nothing but a lie, a farce, and a fucking disease, what if the Devil, the demon, the heretics, was our one true savior all this while. What happens when these so-called Gods, Angels, and divine beasts were the real demons that wish humanity nothing but their absolute downfall all this while, tell me is your religion and belief even necessary at this point. No, it isn't, so with that said, here what I think, to fuck with the Gods, to fuck with the angels, and to fuck with everything that has to do with them, I hate God, I despise them, why you ask? "Hmmmm.... Very well then let me tell you the story of my journey to the top, of how I Nika Ashborn Letitburn become one of the strongest Devils and the symbol of Fire that burn the embers of humanity rage in the war against the divine.” In the year 2012 the world as we know it came to an end, the heavens crumble, and the gates of hell opened, Armageddon as we know it dawns upon us without warning. But when the angels come, and the trumpets blow, and humanity gaze at the very God they worship, they bow and send praise in unison, but little did any of us know, those thing we call divine, were the true parasite, because as soon as they came, the world end, they send their angels which are their minions to start killing us, but it didn't end there, apparently the divine eats human to empower themselves, and we are nothing but livestock that has reached perfection. And we couldn't do anything about it, as our technology was useless against them, bullets were like small pokes that tickle, rockets felt like a tiny slap, and missiles and nukes were nothing but a sun tan. At that moment we lost all hope, or so we thought because just like the angels descend from above, the manifestation of humanity's sins came to our aid from the pits of hell itself, the demons, and with nowhere else to turn to, all the world leaders sign a contract with the demons and devils, or as they are called now, the sinful, that in return for the power to summon heroes of the past, that use to live in the old world and were also capable of using magic and dark arts to fight off the divine. We humans must stay true to our human nature and continue doing all the bad in the world to power the demons, the thing Is, despite the 100% absolute reassurance that all humans are capable of summoning a legend of the past, even if it's one from a parrel or neighboring reality with the aid of demonic energy, me Nika is unable to even comprehend much less utilize this energy making me humanity most worthless, that is till one day when I was going through the school Libary I came across a weird book, titled 101 ways to summon a Dragonlord from another world for dummies, by emotionally damaged cliche Isekai hero.

Deadend the closure of the world As angel and demon , judgment day is approaching, and world annihilation is on the horizon. Some of them manage to flee, but they are pursued by angels and devils, all while attempting to save their lives from various forms of punishment on Earth! God has been watching the world be transformed into a demon refuge for how many centuries. The human, once an innocent creature, has taken on the appearance of his rebellious son, the fallen angel. So he chooses to put an end to the pain in his heart. And the name of the son's father, as well as the Holy Spirit... *** Gabriel, The globe is my refuge. I enjoy watching people do stupid things just to survive. For over a century, they have made me laugh and entertained me. I was present when my father decided to unleash the floodwaters as a punishment for humanity's wrongdoing. But, because I care about Earth, I try to save them. My father God's disobedient son has always been me. I've struggled for what I've always known I wanted to achieve for over a thousand years. I murder a lot of humans who transform into demons and demons who transform into humans. Yes, I adore the planet and everything it contains. But I never claim to have the authority to murder them if necessary. God's right hand is sent into the world to annihilate all humanity as I slash my sword through every person possessed by an angel. For over a century, I've believed that this is the most difficult year for me because it's not just one or two simultaneous attacks on the human. And the sound of the trumpet answered my question. The end of the world is approaching, and the judgment is near. What can I do now to save them from the gods' wrath?

Su Yu, who created a trumpet/second account in the fully submersible trading card game "Yu-Gi-Oh: Link World", inexplicably transmigrated through game world, and even brought his own NPC template. Time went back to the time before game was launched, the player still had a month to come, the nameless Pharaoh was still sleeping in the body of the high school student Muto Yugi, and the Battle City with cross-generational significance had not yet started. When Game was officially launched, players logged in and found that there was a new NPC in the game that was not in the original anime. Su Yu: Do the players over there want to draw card packs? Fifty for one packs, five hundred for ten packs, fair price, no bullying! The players stared directly at the Pot of Greed marked as UR in the product list, their eyes were burning, and the same thoughts came to their minds invariably—just draw that card P.S: This is my first time translate a novel, please give me some support.... support for more chapter : pat r eon.co m/coolfauzi68 P.S.S: The picture is not mine (DIsclaimer) P.S.S.S: I'll upload 3/3 or more each day, as long as there's some generous people who donate.... Thanks

Acheron emperor one of the 9 emperors of the vast universe a godly mage who ruled a part of the galaxy with his comrades one of the strongest mages in the world….then the void showed their presence and started attacking, ruthless and relentless they purged the universe of its inhabitants. “It’s done come back” a sudden voice spoke from the void and everything returned. Throughout the now destroyed universe mana flowed. “An era has suddenly ended and now a new one shall come and this shall be the era of emperors shall one come and challenge be in the future once defeated I will hand the throne” After the void stopped talking planets emerged from nowhere and after millions of years species started appearing and evolving. 15 billion years later the universe was stable and the race to become an emperor began once the trumpet of the void was blown.

Life begins at forty, as a common saying. Weng was able to build her own dream house at the age of forty. She owned a grocery store and has other sources of income. Her parents have no longer alive, while her two younger siblings have their own family. She's single and no boyfriend since then. She couldn't blame the time she'd wasted when having the opportunity to find a life partner. If she could only turn back the times, she would have done it before. Until one day, someone left an odd pendant with a silver chain in their store. It's color blue in the form of an elongated crystal yet half-broken. A week later, no one came back to claim the thing. One night, she drove a car heading back home when suddenly, the eighteen-wheeler truck bumped into her car and made that scenario into her death. She woke up in a world that has a vicious dark atmosphere and dusky clouds. She hears the mighty men howls and a trumpet sounded like there's a war. She was in the midst of a battle in the Persian war. It was the Battle of Thermopylae 480 before the christ era. She stood up and quickly ran away until a white horse blocked her way with a man riding on it. And he met Kairo Middlestone, a reincarnated god of time and space who preserves the balance of time from the past to the future. He also maintains peace within the time travel dimension with the help of his stone crystal necklace. The young man also revealed to her the truth behind the time stone. If they couldn't get the other half, the present world experienced phenomenon troubles such as wars, pandemics, global warming, storms, volcanic eruption, and many more. How would Weng accept everything she's been through in another dimension and rebirth after being in a car accident? How if she's the chosen one to reattached the half stone and find the other half with Kairo? Could they be successful in keeping the wheel of time back to normal? How if she falls in love with an immortal like him?

Revelation 9 New International Version 9 The fifth angel sounded his trumpet, and I saw a star that had fallen from the sky to the earth.(A) The star was given the key(B) to the shaft of the Abyss.(C) 2 When he opened the Abyss, smoke rose from it like the smoke from a gigantic furnace.(D) The sun and sky were darkened(E) by the smoke from the Abyss.(F)

When the shone of prophecy spoke the future to Apollo, the world went upside down due to Athena's rage and destruction. Demons from the deepest part of tartarus were created, it plunged Armenia bringing death and malice to this world. The Holy Grail which had been sealed was awakened, a trumpet of chaos that sang of cruelty and destruction made Athena's soul yearn for that power. To stop her evil deeds, the gods and goddesses sealed her away—back to Tartarus, and they founded a school that teaches students how to fight and control their magic, where Aisha had been born. Valarie was a puppet—or so how she thought. That girl was neither a puppet nor a human, she was a mortal whose blood runs from the blessing of a God—she was a demigod as well as an Aisha. She was given a chance to live, where a new life awaits her—is a distance wish. Maximilian is the core president of the Elite Circle, a council of elite students who would rule over them. Who was cursed to live his entire life as an immortal being. The curse of time awaits the destruction of Armenia. It was closer than it can ever be. However, when these two fates collide with each other, a shone of fire ignites the path of hope, and brings to life what was a cold and bloodless fate set upon their destiny. P.S I'd like to credit the artist who made my cover. Thank you very much, Urakumu Aero.

Seri ini bercerita tentang seorang siswi bernama Eun Dan-oh yang bersekolah di sebuah akademi bergengsi. Suatu hari, ia mengetahui bahwa dia dan semua orang di sekolahnya sebenarnya adalah karakter dalam manhwa yang berjudul Secret (비밀, RR: bimil). Ia memiliki kondisi jantung yang semakin memburuk, Dan-oh adalah karakter pendukung yang ditakdirkan segera meninggal dalam cerita ini. Tidak puas dengan takdir tersebut, dia memutuskan untuk membuat takdirnya sendiri dengan mencoba menentang alur cerita yang ada dan menemukan cinta sejati. Harapan untuk terlepas dari kuasa Penulisnya semakin kuat setelah bertemu karakter tak bernama Siswa Nomor 13. Namun, kejadian di sekitar Dan-oh dan Nomor 13 secara bertahap mulai terhubung dengan karya Penulis sebelumnya, Neungsohwa (능소花, "trumpet creeper"). Dengan mengubah takdir hidupnya ada harga yang harus dibayar.

Van Thac, an ordinary high school student, has a passion for music and trumpet Ngoc Lam, a silent girl, has nothing to do with him Two people, two different worlds. "Why do you insist on persuading me? Is it that important?" "Why do you insist on giving up? Is it nothing to you?" Quote: "The two tried asking people working in the industry, including their families, but everyone was evasive. It seemed as though everything related to Ngoc Lam had been deliberately forgotten, with a once-famous auditorium covered in dust behind the stage curtain. Some people even got angry when they heard her name."

I used to work as a regular entertainer in a small jazz bar, playing my sweet trumpet, helping people relax with my renditions of old and new songs. On my walk home I ended up having a heart attack. Nobody was around so in the end I just died, now I'm another world. Traveling bars, exploring the various guilds, and spreading my music.

Sometimes, I can still remember the days when everything was so much simpler. I recall playing on the porch, feeling the wind blowing on my face as if everything was right. But all that ended when the trumpets sounded. The thing about myths and legends is there is always some truth in them—