Archimedes Tomb

During the Warring States Period in China, there emerged a great emperor - Qin Shi Huang, who conquered the six states and unified China. After he gained supreme power, due to his obsession with power and dissatisfaction with the natural laws of birth, aging, illness and death, the aging Qin Shi Huang began to build the huge Mausoleum of the First Qin Emperor as his tomb and sent an official named Xu Fu to search for the elixir of immortality in various places. It's a pity that many years have passed and Xu Fu still hasn't brought back any news of the elixir of immortality. It is said that before Xu Fu set out, Emperor Qin Shi Huang had sent someone to draw a secret map of the underground palace of the Mausoleum of the First Qin Emperor. This was a key to opening the mausoleum of the First Qin Emperor. Emperor Qin Shi Huang hoped that one day Xu Fu would send someone to the tomb with the elixir of immortality to resurrect himself, so that he could continue to govern a vast empire. Legend has it that Xu Fu and his men eventually arrived at a place called Donghuang Island. But for some reason, they vanished from the island. No one has known the whereabouts of Donghuang Island throughout history. It is said that if one can find Donghuang Island, they will be able to find the map to open the Mausoleum of the First Qin Emperor and obtain the treasures cherished by the First Qin Emperor in the tomb. This has also attracted adventurers throughout history to pursue it relentlessly.

"Tu me détestes," articula silencieusement Lily avec des lèvres tremblantes. Zayn se pencha plus près, sa voix basse et amère. "Non. La haine est trop bon marché. Je veux que tu ressentes ce que j'ai ressenti. Chaque cri. Chaque perte." Elle n'a pas tressailli. Elle était fatiguée de supplier. Elle le regardait simplement avec des yeux pleins de douleur silencieuse. Alors pourquoi avait-il l'impression que son cœur se brisait? Lily Brightpaw est née fille d'un Alpha, mais elle n'a jamais vécu comme telle. Muette depuis l'enfance et incapable de se transformer, elle était traitée comme une malédiction par sa famille. Blâmée pour la mort de sa mère et battue jusqu'au silence, Lily a grandi sans amour et indésirable. Elle croyait que la Déesse de la Lune lui enverrait un compagnon qui la sauverait, mais elle avait tort. La nuit où sa meute est tombée, Lily a été traînée hors d'une cabane et jetée aux pieds de son nouvel Alpha, Zayn Knightmoon. Il était l'homme que sa famille avait asservi. Maintenant, il est l'alpha qui règne sur elle et il veut se venger. Zayn a tout perdu. Son père. Sa compagne. Sa meute. Tout aux mains de la famille de Lily. Quand il a réalisé que Lily était sa seconde chance de compagne, il l'a rejetée sans hésitation et a juré de la faire souffrir. Mais plus il la punissait, plus il voyait la vérité: Lily n'était en rien comme les monstres qui l'avaient élevée. Elle est aussi une victime et brisée... comme lui. Zayn s'est retrouvé déchiré entre la vengeance et un lien qu'il n'a jamais demandé. La souffrance de Lily sera-t-elle suffisante pour apaiser les fantômes de son passé ou la vengeance les détruira-t-elle tous les deux?

Le nouveau roman "Tremble, Grands Êtres de l'Univers" est actuellement en cours de publication~ Du jour au lendemain, une magnifique déesse de la cuisine se transforme en la méprisée Petite Étoile du Désastre Une maison délabrée de trois pièces, un père handicapé, une mère fragile et deux jeunes soeurs maigrichonnes à s'occuper Comment ?! Sa mère a donné naissance à trois filles juste parce qu'elle portait la poisse à la vie de ses oncles ? Son père est tombé du toit et est alité depuis six mois, juste parce qu'elle jouait avec de la boue à proximité ? Un seul coup de fil à ses grands-parents et l'un tombe malade tandis que l'autre a un accident ; même les fils chéris de la famille de son Oncle s'étouffent avec leur nourriture parce que, par hasard, c'est le jour de son anniversaire Humph ! L'Oncle pourrait le tolérer, mais pas la Tante ! Si je ne montre pas ma puissance, vont-ils tous me traiter comme le chat Garfield ?! Ils pensent qu'avec cinq taels d'argent, ils peuvent me vendre à un faible maladif pour porter bonheur ? Bien, puisque je suis la Petite Étoile du Désastre, transformons leur maison en zone de désastre ! Ils veulent vendre ma petite soeur dans une famille riche pour qu'elle devienne esclave ou servante ? Elle crie, saisit un hachoir, combat les démons qu'elle rencontre et pourfend les fantômes sur son passage. Dès lors, sa réputation de mégère sauvage se répand dans tout le village Tant pis si je suis sauvage. Pour l'amour des miens, je deviens avec joie la Dame de Cuisine peu commune. Avec mes talents culinaires exceptionnels, j'ouvre un restaurant, deviens une chef renommée, invente de nouvelles recettes, conquiers le cœur des gourmands, et même découvre de nouvelles façons d'amasser une grande fortune, menant ainsi ma famille toute entière vers la richesse et un meilleur niveau de vie ! Quant à ces parents sans honte qui reviennent lécher leur visage et reconnaitre des liens de parenté, elle offre un sourire sucré, les salue d'un geste de la main : Bon voyage. L’acte de désaveu est déjà encadré et accroché au mur ! Et pour les hommes, eh bien, même ma petite soeur le sait : Être beau ne remplit pas l'estomac. Un homme qui gagne de l'argent, gâte sa femme et suit les trois obéissances et les quatre vertus est un beau-frère de qualité supérieure. Déclaration sérieuse : Cet article est purement fictif. Veuillez ne pas imiter les intrigues, comportements, actions, etc. Chérissez votre vie et vivez bien~

Le jeune maître de la famille Zhekova s'est approché de Cindy Clarke avec un vieux téléphone et a dit, "Tu as laissé tomber ceci il y a cinq ans, et je l'ai ramassé. Tu le nies encore ?" Il y a cinq ans, elle a été piégée et est tombée enceinte. Cindy Clarke n'aurait jamais imaginé que le père de son fils s'avérerait être le Prince Charmant que toute la nation adorait. Elle avait un père faible, une mère calculatrice, et une sœur qui complotait pour lui nuire ? Tout cela n'avait pas d'importance ! Adrian Zhekova a dit, "Tout ce qu'ils veulent, je te le donnerai. Qu'ils soient jaloux." Si ses adversaires diffamaient Cindy Clarke ? Adrian Zhekova a dit, "Je fermerai leur compte." Tu n'aimes pas ça ? Supporte-le ! Morgan Clarke a dit, "Sanglot, sanglot... Arthur Woods dit que je suis un enfant illégitime sans papa." Après la faillite de la famille Woods, Adrian Zhekova s'est tourné vers Cindy Clarke et a demandé, "Quand vas-tu officialiser notre relation ?" Cindy Clarke a répondu, "Depuis que je t'ai rencontré, c'est comme si j'avais un code de triche. Tout se passe comme je veux." Adrian Zhekova a répondu, "C'est exact, je suis ce code de triche."

``` « Même si cet univers n'est vraiment rien de plus qu'une forêt brutale, sanglante, ombragée, nous les Cultivateurs brûlerons tout ce que nous possédons juste pour produire une faible étincelle vacillante dans les ténèbres ! « Peu importe la faiblesse de chaque étincelle, sa brièveté, sa petitesse… Tant que les étincelles affluent sans relâche, alors un jour, l'une d'entre elles allumera un peu d'amadou, et cet amadou enflammera des branches tombées, et ces branches embraseront chaque arbre de la forêt jusqu'au dernier ! « Au final, même les plus petites étincelles finiront par mettre le feu à la forêt ombragée et illumineront le monde entier ! » ------ ** Qidian International et l'ancien traducteur, M. Strivon, ont trouvé un accord pour racheter les chapitres et les héberger sur notre site. Nous continuerons la traduction à partir du dernier chapitre traduit par M. Strivon ** ```

Three centuries ago, reality tore open and parasites from another dimension poured through. They didn't just kill humanity—they consumed it, wearing human faces while spreading like a plague through every major city. The strong became Originals, commanding lesser generations in a hierarchy of monsters that humanity calls Bloodsuckers. Now they own everything. Governments, corporations, entire cities bow to creatures that should be myths. That's when the Shadowguard was born. They were humanity's elite hunters equiped with the skills and tools to put an end to the bloodsuckers. But they became nothing more than political tools, protecting the wealthy while the poor got harvested by Bloodsuckers like cattle. Kaine Cross was one of the best hunters alive until he walked away from the corruption. He decided to become a solo hunter. Unfortunately, going freelance got him killed by the very monsters he'd spent twelve years learning to destroy. Death was supposed to be final. Instead, Kaine awakens in an ancient tomb with a system that makes him something the bloodsuckers have never faced—a predator that grows stronger with every kill, commands armies of the dead, and turns their own kind against them. Every kill feeds his strength. Every corpse becomes a loyal soldier. Every battle expands his growing army until even vampire lords will bow or join his ranks permanently. [LEGENDARY WEAPON ACQUIRED: SOUL END - THE DEATH REAPER] [SKILL UNLOCKED: CORPSE DOMINATION - UNLIMITED ARMY CAPACITY] [MORTAL ESSENCE SYSTEM: ABSORB POWER FROM EVERY KILL] Zombies. Liches. Reapers. Wights. Revenants. And even monster girls; beautiful, deadly creatures once enslaved by the vampires now serve at his side, bound by Kaine’s will or by lust, vengeance, and freedom. He's not a hero. Heroes save people. Kaine Cross collects enemies and turns them into allies, whether they want to be or not. The vampires ruled through fear for centuries. Now they're about to learn what happens when death itself holds a grudge. Join Kaine as he builds an unstoppable army of undead and monster girls, and leads them on a path of blood-soaked revenge. Build an army. Claim your revenge. Rule the dead.

Xiang Yu was perfectly content with his mediocre life on Earth—average job, average apartment, average everything. That is, until he woke up in the legendary World of Cultivation, where martial artists fly through the skies and immortals battle over ancient treasures. There's just one problem: Xiang Yu wants absolutely NONE of that action. Armed with only his wits and a peculiar system that doubles his exp every 24 hours, Xiang Yu has one goal: become powerful enough to live in peace without getting involved in those ridiculous "protagonist" situations. No ancient tombs. No tournament arcs. And for heaven's sake, stay FAR away from anyone named Chen Mo, Lin Feng, or Li Yao—those names practically scream "main character who will drag me into deadly situations!" Starting with strength stats so pathetic he can barely lift a cultivation manual, Xiang Yu must somehow survive long enough for his exponential growth to matter. After all, doubling zero cultivation talent still equals zero... at first. Follow Xiang Yu on his hilarious journey from zero to hero as he desperately tries to stay invisible while his power skyrockets beyond control! Watch as he dodges cultivation tournaments, avoids suspicious elders bearing gifts, and runs the other way whenever someone mentions "ancient inheritance" or "chosen one." Join the adventure of the most reluctant cultivator in history whose only wish is peace and quiet, but whose exponential growth makes him the most terrifying force this cultivation world has ever seen! ————— Discord: https://discord.gg/UA679N6znA Wiki: https://infinite-awakening-my-exp-doubles-everyday.fandom.com/ Update = 2 Chapters Daily

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.

The young Xiao Yi bore a mysterious seal within him, yet due to his father and siblings' injustice, he was sent to the remote Nanhuang and became a son-in-law to the Fang Family. On his wedding day, the seal inside Xiao Yi was unlocked, and from then on, he controlled the Eternal Celestial Tomb! Many of the strongest beings from all the heavens and worlds were buried within the Celestial Tomb, and Xiao Yi, who now commanded the tomb, began his life's journey of gaining strength through grave-robbing! "You think you're a martial arts genius? Let me dig up a Martial God's grave and we'll see!" "You consider yourself an alchemy expert? I'll dig up a Medicine Saint's grave and then we'll talk!" "You're the son of a divine emperor? I've got plenty of divine emperor graves here!" "You're the number one scoundrel in the world? ... You win, I'm out!"

After Stargaze Family executed his family, Noel Ardagan embarked on his journey, restoring his family name with the help of a System. "What? How the heck did she get it before me? The system told me that I'm the only one who knows about it!" Noel Ardagan cursed in anger, "That conniving murdering woman!" "At this point in time, only I should be aware about this tomb. But how did he find out about it?" Anna Stargaze, even after her reincarnation, couldn’t comprehend Noel's actions. The clash between of a person holding a system and a reincarnator who knows everything in the future is about to start.

Please read my book ; your support means everything to me. Thank you so much! At Westgrove High, three genius-level teens(Albert, Stephen, and Vinci )were more than just friends. They were legends. Known for their brilliance and boundless curiosity, they spent their days dreaming of space, science, and time travel. But one day, their obsession with timelines turned real. After building a mysterious time device powered by theories beyond their age, the trio accidentally triggers a temporal shift;and find themselves thrown deep into the ancient past. Together, they journey through lost eras, crossing paths with Leonardo da Vinci, Marie Curie, Genghis Khan, Aristotle, Pythagoras, Alexander the Great, Cleopatra, Isaac Newton, Nikola Tesla, Galileo Galilei, Mansa Musa, Hypatia of Alexandria, Archimedes, Julius Caesar, Michaelangelo, Pablo Picasso, Johann Sebastian Bach, Ludwig van Beethoven, and even a mysterious encounter with Michael Jackson in his prime. What begins as an awe-inspiring adventure quickly becomes a race against time. Their presence in the past starts to distort history,events shift, people change, and the ripple effect threatens to collapse the entire timeline. Now, these teenage prodigies must work together, blending their scientific minds and creative spirits to protect history, preserve legacy, and find a way back home. The past is alive. Time is fragile. And their legacy... has only just begun. Other tags #Time Travel #Epic invention#What if#Ancient Greece#Rome#80s #Science and philosophy #Modern technology vs ancient world #Facing Legends ........... Your reviews, power stones, and comments inspire me to keep writing! Please don’t forget to hit the + button to show your support." You can contact me on Discord Username: silent_plume

On the morning of her wedding, Lady Seraphine Vaelis stands before the court in a gown of ivory silk, her hands steady despite the poison vials hidden in her sleeves. She has spent her life preparing for this moment, not as a blushing bride, but as a noblewoman raised on the art of subtle vengeance. Yet nothing could prepare her for the sight of her sister’s handkerchief, stained with Prince Tristan’s crest, fluttering to the marble floor at her feet. The betrayal is public. Brutal. Tristan doesn’t just reject her, he brands her a traitor, his smile sharp as the dagger he once gifted her. The guards drag her away as the court watches, her sister’s laughter following her into the dungeons. That night, a stranger emerges from the shadows of her cell. Prince Kaelan Dain, the exiled heir of the Thorn Court, offers her a choice: "Die a traitor, or live long enough to watch them burn." Seraphine chooses fire. Disguised as Kaelan’s bride, Seraphine enters the Thorn Court, a gilded nightmare of stitched lips and black roses. The courtiers smile with pearl-white teeth, their eyes hollow. The queen’s advisors never speak, their mouths sewn shut with silver thread. And Kaelan? He wears gloves at all times, hiding scars that glow like dying embers. Seraphine learns the hard way that the crown is no mere ornament, it’s a living thing, a parasitic horror that has consumed generations of royal heirs. It whispers. It hungers. And it has chosen her as its next vessel. But the crown isn’t the only monster in the court. Queen Lysara, who treats people like embroidery, something to stitch into pretty patterns or cut away when they fray. The Silent Blades, assassins with too many teeth and shadows that don’t move right. The First Daughter, a failed heir locked in the catacombs, her stretched face a grotesque mirror of Seraphine’s own. And Kaelan? He’s hiding something. Something that makes his hands shake when he thinks she isn’t looking. The deeper Seraphine digs, the uglier the truth becomes. Her engagement to Tristan was never about politics. She was bred for this, raised to be the perfect vessel for the crown. Kaelan isn’t just an exile. He’s the crown’s last surviving heir, fighting its influence day by day. The Thorn Court isn’t a kingdom. It’s a feeding ground. When the queen forces Seraphine to witness an "ascension" a living prince transformed into a hollow-eyed puppet, she realizes the crown doesn’t just want her body. It wants her rage. And her winnings. Seraphine’s skin cracks with emerald veins as the crown’s whispers grow louder. Tristan’s head on a spike, Kaelan kneeling at her feet, the kingdom hers for the taking. The only thing keeping her grounded? Kaelan’s scars, the ones that match hers. The garden’s heart holds the crown’s lifeblood, a pool of liquid darkness. To kill the crown, Seraphine must corrupt its source. But the cost? Becoming part of it. She plunges Pip’s dagger into the black water… and lets the void take shape. The Thorn Court collapses in on itself, its gilded halls now tombs. Seraphine emerges changed, her eyes flecked with black, her touch freezing. The crown is gone, but something lingers beneath her skin. Kaelan’s scars still glow. The roots run deeper than they thought. And in the ruins, something stirs… This isn’t a story about good versus evil. it is about what happens when the knife you wield against monsters start to feel like part your hand. And what will you sacrifice to keep it there.

Synopsis: The Silent Path to Supremacy He lied about being an electrician. It got him killed. Now, in a world where people are born with blazing spirit roots, sword-forged bodies, and beast-bound souls… he’s reborn with a root no one recognizes — a silent power hidden even from the heavens. No prophecy sings his name. No sect claims him. And the system he receives? Even it warns him: > “Warning. Host survival probability… 17%. Proceeding anyway.” They said he had no future. They said his cultivation would stall before it even began. They were right. Until he vanished. And when he reappeared… entire inheritance tombs were empty. Geniuses began falling in duels they never saw coming. And whispers started spreading in forbidden corners of the continent: > “He walks through walls… Like space bends around him…” “No, not space. Something deeper…” “He's Hiding something.” In a world ruled by sects, clans, and ancient bloodlines, one boy takes the path no one dares touch — the silent path. Because some powers aren’t meant to be awakened. They’re meant to be born.

Lu Qingfeng was a ruthless criminal in the modern world until karma struck him dead. Reborn in a cultivation world, he plans to walk the path of evil once more: burn sects, steal treasures, and crush whoever stands in his way. But for some reason… everyone thinks he’s a hero. He poisons a river? "A wise test for young disciples!" He loots a sacred tomb? "He must be the chosen one!" No matter what he does, his infamy turns into honor, and enemies turn into fanatics. He just wants to be evil. The world insists on calling him Master Saint of Justice. A comedy-packed cultivation journey of the most misunderstood villain in history!

Xiang Yu était parfaitement content de sa vie médiocre sur Terre—travail moyen, appartement moyen, tout moyen. Du moins, jusqu'à ce qu'il se réveille dans le légendaire Monde de la Cultivation, où les artistes martiaux volent dans le ciel et les immortels se battent pour des trésors anciens. Il y a juste un problème : Xiang Yu ne veut absolument AUCUNE de ces aventures. Armé seulement de son intelligence et d'un système particulier qui double son exp toutes les 24 heures, Xiang Yu a un seul objectif : devenir suffisamment puissant pour vivre en paix sans être impliqué dans ces situations "protagonistes" ridicules. Pas de tombes anciennes. Pas d'arcs de tournois. Et pour l'amour du ciel, restez LOIN de tout le monde portant le nom de Chen Mo, Lin Feng, ou Li Yao—ces noms crient pratiquement "personnage principal qui va me traîner dans des situations mortelles !" Commençant avec des statistiques de force si pathétiques qu'il peut à peine soulever un manuel de cultivation, Xiang Yu doit d'une manière ou d'une autre survivre assez longtemps pour que sa croissance exponentielle importe. Après tout, doubler son talent de cultivation égal à zéro reste égal à zéro... au début. Suivez Xiang Yu dans son voyage hilarant de zéro à héros alors qu'il tente désespérément de rester invisible pendant que sa puissance monte en flèche hors de tout contrôle ! Regardez-le esquiver les tournois de cultivation, éviter les anciens suspects portant des cadeaux et fuir dans l'autre sens dès que quelqu'un mentionne "héritage ancien" ou "élu". Rejoignez l'aventure du cultivateur le plus réticent de l'histoire dont le seul souhait est la paix et le calme, mais dont la croissance exponentielle fait de lui la force la plus terrifiante que ce monde de cultivation ait jamais vue !

Deux siècles après la Grande Guerre, la paix entre les humains et les loups-garous a finalement été atteinte, du moins tout le monde le croit. Les loups-garous règnent comme des dieux, et les humains restent dans une ignorance bienheureuse de leur véritable place dans le nouvel ordre mondial. Pour maintenir cet équilibre fragile, chaque année, une poignée d'humains "chanceux" sont sélectionnés dans divers districts pour assister à l'Académie Lunaris, une institution prestigieuse qui promet gloire, statut et une chance de côtoyer l'élite. Ceux qui sont choisis sont acclamés comme les quelques chanceux, destinés à épouser de puissants alphas et à s'élever en tant que luna. Cette année, Violet Purple est parmi les élus, à la surprise de tous. Pour une fille orpheline adoptée par une prostituée déshonorée, c'est un ticket en or pour une vie meilleure ou du moins c'est ce qu'on lui dit. Mais l'Académie Lunaris n'est pas le paradis qu'on décrit. Tout ce que Violet et ses camarades humains ont appris est un mensonge. Les humains sont loin d'être égaux ; ils sont des pions dans un jeu bien plus vaste. L'académie n'est rien de plus qu'une cage dorée, et les étudiants sont des agneaux menés à l'abattoir, des jouets pour les alphas dans leurs jeux impitoyables. Pour aggraver les choses, Violet attire l'attention des joueurs les plus dangereux dans ce jeu, les Quatre Terreurs : l'Alpha du Nord, l'Alpha du Sud, l'Alpha de l'Est et l'Alpha de l'Ouest. Chacun est plus dangereux, plus tordu et plus puissant que le précédent. Mais même entre eux, les alphas sont divisés, chacun poursuivant ses propres ambitions mortelles. Pourtant, ils ont tous les yeux rivés sur elle. Ils s'attendent à ce que Violet suive le mouvement, tombe dans les rangs comme les autres qui vénèrent à leurs pieds, qu'elle casse sous leurs jeux. Mais Violet n'est pas comme les autres. Elle refuse de s'incliner. Elle va tous les défier.

The sky has changed. The mists no longer hold secrets; they demand blood. Dragons have awakened from their slumber. And this time, the people are caught off guard. For centuries, the Ancient Temple, hidden in the sacred mists at the top of the Wind Realm, admitted only the chosen. It was the birthplace of dragon slayers. According to legend, only those whose bodies have been burned by the sky could raise their fists against the dragon. Takeshi however, was not chosen. He was an ordinary village boy who lost his family to a dragon attack at a young age and lived in anger. Until one day, a hot air balloon from the mists came to fetch him… Deep within the temple, the Last Breath Technique is taught. This technique ignites a fighter's spirit; his fist is filled with enough power to shatter even a dragon's heart. But the fire within Takeshi is fueled by something far older, far darker. He is not just a disciple. His blood… is bound to a sealed dragon. A name even dragons fear is reborn. Friendship, betrayal, ancient wars, hidden tombs, spiritual transformations, and martial arts that will shake the heavens... Fantasy / Dragons / Martial Arts / Japan World's / Action / Katana

A fusion of Western Sci-Fi, Eastern Mysticism, and Apocalyptic Survival. A team's odyssey through a world's end. Where science and Eastern Mysticism collide – what sparks will fly? Suspense and mind-bending twists, with over a hundred chapters of foreshadowing! When the sun is erased by cosmic law, an Eastern tome used as a bed prop becomes humanity's final ember. Jack Miller, a linguistics dropout drowning in alcohol, never imagined the "fake antique junk" his great-grandfather brought back was the apocalypse's sole prophecy. Twenty-eight days later, the Violet Moon ascends, and the laws of reality unravel— Absolute darkness devours civilization; London plummets to -70°C, becoming an icy hellscape. Dimensional rifts tear the sky; Violet-armored vultures and Shadow Hunters begin their slaughter. An Alien spaceship crash-lands on a glacier; its silicon lifeform warns: "The Void Abyss has arrived!" As human civilization plummets into the abyss, three factions struggle in the ruins: The Remnant Military: Willing to impose order at any cost – even by allying with alien killing AIs. The Spirit Crystal Clan: Silicon vessels holding universe-level secrets of the cataclysm. The Legacy of Taoism: A Tang Dynasty star map points to a hidden deep-space broadcast tower... on the Moon. And Jack Miller & Alice Winters face the ultimate choice— Trust the Stellar Accord? Is alien aid salvation... or a Trojan horse? Activate the Singularity Resonator? Saving the world may sink continents. Embrace the Primordial Qi (chee)? Can mortal flesh withstand cosmic law remaking it? This is a survival epic spanning dimensions: From London's Tube tunnels and a Tang Dynasty tomb... to the Moon's far side and its mechanical ruins. From Taoist sanctuaries buried beneath glaciers... to the precipice of antimatter annihilation...

"Evil in all civilizations is known—agreed upon—as something to be eradicated, for good always triumphs. But what if I told you evil is manufactured, not born? That a civilization crafted evil to create to be the world's hero? This civilization is Egypt—mother of all—who birthed Set: the ultimate evil and ultimate protector. I am heir to this evil... and this story's hero. Made to protect the world... or was the world made for me? No matter. Forget 'heroes rising from darkness'—here, darkness rises from heroes. The end begins: Egypt's secrets will unravel, the world's illusion will shatter. Gates to other realms, monsters, a bizarre energy system will change everything. The pyramids? Not tombs, but prisons sealing what existed before gods. Welcome to Egypt's truths—or lies? Every war, every revolution in history? Just moves in Egypt's ancient game. The smallest detail? Planned. So tell me: Am I in this game? Are you? Are you sure you're not trapped in this illusion? Do you truly know yourself? This is my story's world—and I won't appear until after Chapter 33. So read... and when you reach Chapter 33, remember: Did you choose to read... or were you chosen? I'll be waiting. Despair not—the best auction item comes last. When I appear? Don't lose your nerve. Love me or kill me—I am the World's Masterpiece. Savior or destroyer? I don't know. The truth? I don't know mine either. So explore... while I enjoy this life. You'll be this thrill's victim—whether you like it or not. I don't care. I am the chaos. P.S. Even the AI helping translate this can't craft a story like mine."

La vie du prince Ron a été sauvée par un héros aux cheveux argentés. Ce fut le coup de foudre mais le héros disparut après l'échange de quelques mots. Le jeune prince accompagne sa sœur dans un royaume mystérieux où elle doit épouser le roi, mais à leur arrivée, on leur dit que le roi veut annuler le mariage. Étant le bon frère qu'il est, il va confronter le roi mais ne s'attend pas à trouver son héros aux cheveux argentés assis sur le trône ! Il était tombé amoureux du futur mari de sa sœur ! Que va faire Ron ?

In a world ruled by thirteen powerful witch covens, magic is the exclusive domain of women, while men exist as slaves, servants, and laborers in a rigid matriarchal hierarchy. Queens bow to witches, and witches answer only to the ancient bloodlines that have controlled reality itself for centuries. For twenty-three years, Kael has known his place—breaking his back in the mines, enduring casual cruelty, and watching fellow slaves die for the crime of wanting to live with dignity. But buried deep beneath the earth lies a secret the covens thought they had erased forever: the tomb of the Witch of Calamity, the fourteenth bloodline destroyed centuries ago for threatening the established order. When a witch's reckless magic triggers a catastrophic cave-in during a mining expedition, Kael plunges through layers of stone to discover the perfectly preserved remains of the most feared witch in history. In that ancient tomb, something impossible happens. The Witch of Calamity's crest burns itself into Kael's palm, marking him as the first male in recorded history to wield magic. But this is no ordinary power—it is chaotic, destructive, and hungry for the blood of those who created the current world order. As the crest's influence grows stronger, Kael must navigate the deadly game of hiding his abilities while learning to control forces that could reshape—or destroy—everything. Caught between his burning desire for revenge and the terrifying realization that his power grows stronger through violence and rage, Kael faces an impossible choice. He could use the Witch of Calamity's legacy to free his people and tear down the system that has oppressed them for generations. Or he could become the very monster the original covens feared—a force of pure destruction that would leave nothing but ashes in its wake. In a world where power has always belonged to the ruthless, what happens when the ultimate power falls into the hands of someone with nothing left to lose? The answer lies in the forbidden magic of the Calamity Crest, and in the choice between justice and vengeance that will determine the fate of two civilizations. The witches thought they had buried their greatest threat forever. They were wrong.

In a future where the line between reality and virtual reality is all but erased, RPG games reign supreme. A young programmer, driven by an intense urge to escape poverty and an unwavering dream, pours his soul into creating Bloodbound Ascension, a ruthless online game. But his journey ends tragically when exhaustion claims his life, only for him to awaken within his own creation as an NPC trapped in one of its deadliest Towers. Armed with the knowledge of every trap, secret, and monster, he must navigate the brutal world he designed, struggling to survive against other NPCs and the merciless mechanics of Bloodbound Ascension. In a realm where the line between creator and creation no longer exists, can he rewrite his fate, or will his masterpiece become his tomb?

The Voidlands is a mythical odyssey set after the fall of all known creation. In the wake of Earth’s collapse, only a single island remains — floating in a weightless sky where time has shattered and memory falters. Two cosmic beings linger in silence. The Keeper, a radiant force of creation, dreams worlds into being but cannot finish them. She feels something is missing. Her every step brings forth beauty and wonder, yet she remains deeply alone. The Severant, a force of unmaking, walks in stillness and judgment. He was once a guardian, perhaps a god, now reduced to the last witness of a lawless void. He craves order, seeks purpose, and wishes to rule — yet no one remains to follow, no one to judge. Between them, the island persists: a surreal haven carved from forgotten dreams, both nursery and tomb. And in the heart of it stands the Temple, sealed and ancient, hiding the truths they no longer remember. They orbit each other like dead stars, drawn by yearning and repelled by fear. Creation and destruction. Light and silence. A forgotten past… and the fragile hint of a future. But something stirs. And in a place where nothing remains, something new might yet be born.

Desan doesn’t know who he is. He only knows how to bleed. Waking in a tomb of ritual, impaled by memory and soaked in the leftover will of things he’s killed, Desan is thrown into a world already broken, drenched in fog, stitched with cults, and ruled by monsters in the skin of men. His only companion is a voice fused to his brain, snide and possibly insane, speaking in riddles and half-truths. As Desan fights to survive, he begins to see the truth buried in ash. He doesn’t just remember the things he slays. He becomes them. Every kill infects him. Every breath is borrowed. And something ancient watches from behind the fog, waiting for him to wake up fully. Waiting for him to fall.

In a world ruled by cultivators, where empires rise and fall with the swing of a blade, where spiritual energy flows through all things — a child is born into a hidden flame-wielding clan with no known destiny, no glowing aura, and no famed bloodline. He is laughed at. Ignored by elders. Denied entry to the inner hall. But beneath his calm eyes burns a sealed fire — ancient, forbidden, and waiting to awaken. Legacy Tombs open once every hundred years. Sects wage war over spirit stones and sacred herbs. Beasts walk the clouds. Weapons speak. And Dao is carved through blood, isolation, and unbreakable will. From humble beginnings in a forgotten corner of the realm, his journey begins — through laughter and loss, through mystery and madness, through broken chains and buried truths. He will not follow the path of others. He will not bow to fate. Because the flame inside him… was never meant to obey.

Renacido como el príncipe heredero de un pobre país insular en el sudeste asiático, Xiao Yunhai se ve obligado a esforzarse en desarrollar la economía para evitar ser derrocado y aumentar los ingresos de la población. Aprovechando la ventaja del conocimiento previo y un sistema especial, bajo su liderazgo diligente, este extravagante príncipe heredero logra en pocos años un despegue económico para el pequeño país. Los medicamentos para tratar el cáncer y los productos para el blanqueamiento y el aumento de X se convierten en el objeto de deseo de las mujeres de todo el mundo. Crea un parque temático de la serie "Tomb Raider", que se convierte en el más popular del mundo... Bajo su liderazgo, este pequeño país se transforma en un centro mundial de la medicina, un gigante del anime, los videojuegos y la cultura, así como el destino turístico más popular del mundo, atrayendo a cientos de millones de turistas cada año. En lo militar, Xiao Yunhai tampoco escatima en gastos. ¿Un brigada sintética cuesta 20 mil millones? Cómprala, trae diez primero. ¿Un destructor de 10 mil toneladas cuesta 6,5 mil millones? Tráelo, trae veinte primero. ¿Un avión de quinta generación cuesta más de 100 millones por unidad? Aquí tienes mis 100 mil millones, traeme mis aviones... Su extravagante gasto hace que incluso los jeques del Medio Oriente se queden boquiabiertos. El país del dragón exclama que este sí es el verdadero "millonario excéntrico".

“Fire can burn away the truth, but never the chains buried in the heart.” Ten years ago, a fire consumed the House of Ashvale, taking with it a duke, his wife, and any trace of what really happened that night. In the aftermath, their eldest son, Cyrien, rose as the new duke—brilliant, beloved, and deadly loyal to the Second Prince. But behind the gleaming armor and silken words, he hides a truth inked in blood and soot. Now the Second Prince has crowned himself emperor, after slaughtering his brothers and taking Cyrien’s wife by force. The empire burns from within, and Cyrien, exiled to the war-ridden North, must decide whether to fight for the realm—or destroy it. Meanwhile, deep in the capital’s shadowed alleys, his youngest brother, Kael, and a masked stranger named Lucien, are tracing the scent of truth through smoke and silence. In a land where innocence dies quietly and loyalty is paid in fire, some truths refuse to stay buried. And somewhere above the royal tomb, a single white blossom hangs from a beam—silent witness to a world rotting from the inside out. If the truth is destined to burn... will you be the first to light the flame?

Loki woke up with no memory, stumbling out of a sealed tomb to a message of welcome by someone calling themselves Admin 0. The world around them is strange and new, yet they feels like they seems to know a lot about it, things that don't line up with that they sees. who is Loki and why are they here?

Persefaune perd son mari et son fils dans un accident de voiture. Trois ans après, elle décide de déménager en Floride afin de prendre un nouveau départ. Ce qui n'était pas prévu, c'est qu'elle tombe sous le charme de son nouveau patron mais aussi de cinq autres hommes qui s'avèrent être aussi en couple avec lui...que fera-t-elle? succombera-t-elle à l'attirance sexuelle et passionnée envers ces six hommes prêts à tout pour elle?

I wasn’t supposed to be here. Not in this fallen temple. Not in this broken life. Reborn as a false priest, a lie draped in worn robes, praying to gods who had long forgotten me. This place was my prison. My exile. A tomb for a soul who had no right to hope. Then he appeared. A filthy man, reeking of sweat and something darker, something intoxicating. His eyes gleamed with wild fire, and a crooked smile tugged at his lips like he knew every secret I tried to hide. He sauntered in, voice low and teasing. "Well, well, what do we have here? A little lost lamb in a den of shadows?"He asked. "I am the last priest this temple has."I said. He laughed, a slow, sultry sound that sent shivers down my spine. "False priest, true sinner. You’re far too serious for a place like this." His gaze lingered a moment too long, the heat in his eyes promising danger and delight. "I’m not supposed to fall. Not supposed to want."I said. He stepped closer, breath warm against my ear. "Oh, but darling, temptation is the sweetest kind of prayer."He grinned. And just like that, my quiet exile shattered, torn apart by a demon’s obsession. A seduction incubus who wasn’t afraid to play with fire… and power me in ways I never expected.