Jedi Lightsaber Hilts

When talking about World War 3, most people usually imagine a nuclear apocalypse or nuclear war. A war that will completely exterminate human civilization, leaving only radiation and the ruins of destroyed cities on Earth. What if, however, in a parallel universe in which the Soviet Union survives after 1991, nuclear weapons don't exist, and World War 3 is a war with the most advanced weapons from both NATO and the Soviet Union? A place where M1A1 Abrams and T-14 Armata collide and tremble the ground, where F-35 and Su-57 terrorize the skies. How would a war like this look like? And what if, even military weapons that were thought to come out of science fiction, such as laser guns, jetpacks, and lightsabers are used in The Third Human Global Conflict? Although everything would appear to be incredibly epic, it all began with a simple terrorist attack on New York City, which would slowly drive humans toward total annihilation. ---------------NOTE--------------- In this novel, I will call NATO as The Alliances, because the Alliances is a league where all anti-communist nations come together rather than just "North Atlantic nations". Also, everything in the Novel is entirely fictional, meaning that the whole world history in this novel is all made up and based on the real world, so don't accuse me of historical inaccuracies.

Zarik is a slave and was taken by the Sith Empire because they felt his power and strength in the dark side now he and few acolytes are being transported to the Sith Home world known as Korriban.

It is a story of how i met a little girl and its a just one part of whole story that we made with my friend ( I just wanted to post to know is my first story is good or not).

In a galaxy ravaged by the Empire's tyranny, Imperial soldier JM-909, known as "Nine," begins to question his loyalty after witnessing unspeakable horrors and uncovering secrets about the legendary Force and the Jedi. Haunted by a mysterious encounter with a hermit named Ben, and tormented by news of the Death Star's destruction and Alderaan, Nine finds himself at a crossroads. As the Empire attempts to cover up the truth and crush any spark of rebellion, Nine struggles with his conscience and the possibility of a greater destiny. Amidst conflict, lies, and the harsh reality of war, he embarks on a personal journey, seeking the truth and his place in a universe where hope hides in the shadows and the Force whispers a call.

Purpose: The focus of this book is the development of August, the protagonist(s), and the development of his philosophies. Power is important, but being powerful isn't the primary focus of this book. --- Synopsis: August was born on Earth, a genius born into a wealthy family who wanted for nothing. Depression was a constant, however, which eventually led to his suicide. Feeling that nobody cared, he relinquished his luxury in a spoiled fit. During his travel into this world, August had split into two copies. Damon, named after what August had mistakenly called him at first, a demon, had been trapped in a great sword, while August inhabited a corpse. August only harbored the ordinary trivial sadness, confusion, and discomfort, but Damon was losing his mind. Minds are meant to have an affiliated physiology; without one, it destroys itself. Damon had to find a magical solution and find a new vessel before he became a slave to his insanity. He had made a bet: he would find a vessel before time left his side. If he won, he would win his life and his mind back; if he lost, August would kill him, as Damon made him swear to. --- Excerpts: Damon broke August's stupor, saying, "As soon as I arrived and figured some things out, I noticed that something was off. It took me a long while to find out what it was, but I think I now know what it is." "I can't feel anything anymore. I don't have anything in the way of emotions. I'm aware of the concept and I'm aware of the fact that I should feel them, but I don't. And now, I don't know what to do. I don't care anymore. Do whatever you want." "Take me. Do something to me. Please. Or kill me at least. Destroy me, if you'll do nothing else." - A black great sword with ruby inlays sprouted from the chest of a burning Elvish corpse. The flames licked the blood, puss, and flesh on its blade before eventually devouring them, too, and being reflected in its ruby inlays that ran from its hilt to where the sword disappeared, the elf's chest. Smoke engulfed the sword, giving Damon's namesake more meaning, mimicking a common sight in hell. August dragged the meat over and cooked the fetid harvest in the heat of a smoldering corpse. - Misery has always loved company, so he held no compassion for them. He cared that he had crossed the boogeyman line of murder, but he was still the subject of his thoughts. In his degenerate and corrupt character, an unholy and evil union thrived; his hedonism and nihilism had been wed and birthed this vile narcissism. --- Releases: I plan to release a chapter every day, barring the odd happening that prevents me from writing. Each chapter ought to be from 1.2k-2.2k words at an average of approx. 1.4k. It could be more than that or it could be slightly less than that, but I do plan to release every day at 19:00 UTC+8.

This story will follow a young Drake as he relearns his long forgotten history and awakens in him the power of his ancestors. Watch as his tale from a young dragon to a mighty Slayer known only as the Drake of Death. Sworn to defend his home as all dragons are he will lead man and beast, dragon and fae alike. What will the horrors that haunted this and the many other world's hold in store.

What was supposed to be a simple school camping trip turns into something far stranger when Aiko, a cold and composed high school girl from 2025, suddenly vanishes—only to awaken on a mysterious island in the middle of the ocean. There’s no sign of rescue. No clue how she got there. And only three other people in sight. But these men are no ordinary strangers. One is a fierce Viking warrior who speaks in guttural tones of an ancient Norse tongue. Another, a proud nobleman fluent in Latin, carries himself with the rigid poise of a forgotten empire. The last, a smooth-talking gentleman from the 1900s, speaks English with a clipped, old-world accent. Aiko herself only speaks modern Japanese—yet somehow, they all understand each other perfectly. Drawn from wildly different timelines, none of them know why they’re here or who brought them. "Where is this? What trickery is this?" the Viking growled, his massive hand tightening around his axe as he scanned the unfamiliar jungle. His nostrils flared, scenting the salt-heavy air. "If this is Helheim’s gate, I’ll carve my way back." "Is this some kind of sorcery?" the nobleman mused, his gloved fingers brushing the hilt of his rapier. A smirk played on his lips. "If you sought to trap me, witch, you should have chosen a more enticing hell." His gaze flicked to Aiko, lingering on the curve of her exposed thigh. "Is this… some kind of prank?" the 1900s man stammered, adjusting his spectacles as if the world might right itself if he looked hard enough. His pocket watch clicked uselessly in his palm. "I—I was just leaving the gentlemen’s club! This isn’t—this can’t—" a Lemon filled Story. (all characters are over 18)

The New Republic faces a new threat, The Path of the Open Hand, a cult, is causing turmoil in the Senate. Senator Kaydel Ko Connix, former Resistance fighter, becomes the target of an assassination attempt. Assigned to protect her, Jedi Knight Finn and his Padawan, Link Na'tina, are drawn into the conflict. As Finn and Link fend off the threat, Jedi Masters Rey Skywalker, and Ben Solo, investigate the source of the assassination plot.

Man from the modern world who has played too much World of Warcraft suddenly reincarnates in the past with a building system. And now with a system and some powers resembling that of a Jedi and a Spartan from Halo he has traveled to the New world to Build his own Empire in Texas.

He stood in a pool of blood. Beneath his disheveled hair, a pair of weary crimson eyes flickered dimly. His body was covered in wounds—cuts from blades, slashes from swords, burns from magic… Every wound bled, every drop of blood draining away his life. Beneath his feet lay a hill made of corpses. He stood there, gripping his demon sword—Dark Extinction—in his right hand. Fresh blood still dripped from its edge, staining the ground below. The blood-red eye embedded in the sword’s blade pulsed ominously. Countless chains slithered out from the hilt, creeping up his right shoulder, consuming it entirely, binding the sword and his hand as one. And there he stood, breathing heavily—wearily, yet resolutely. The great deity gazed upon him with sorrow and spoke: “Child, the demon’s blood has completely devoured you. Now, what is it that you still desire?” He lowered his head and remained silent… Suddenly, a flurry of feathers rose around him. They were fragile, delicate… Anyone could see that such feathers could never hope to stop a man who had been wholly consumed by the demon’s blood. And yet— He trembled as he lifted his left hand. A ripple flickered through his bloodstained eyes. In the next moment, a single feather drifted down, landing softly in his palm… —This is the story of a Doombringer Emperor, destined to claim the Throne of Bones, and the little orphaned girl he chose to raise.

**Synopsis** On his 42nd rebirth cycle, Edmund discovers a missing gear from his mechanical heart—embedded in the wedding ring of his mortal enemy, the Saintess Cecilia. "Dear nephew, this is how you code deicide." Uncle Joachim's biomechanical maggots scuttle across the family mausoleum's monitors, replaying his childhood crayon sketches of matricide tutorials. The Luminarium Sanctum's indulgences vending machine promotes: [Patricide Enlightenment Package - Free Parenting Guide Included] [Genocide Ascension Plan - 20% Off Limited Offer]. His system menu remains eternally stuck on surreal choices: A. Bake wedding cake with mother-in-law's ashes B. Teach your Mechanized Wolf Spirit to tell hellish jokes C. Carve divorce papers onto the Saintess' spine When Cecilia's Purification Blade pierces his chest for the seventh time, Edmund finally deciphers the childhood love letter engraved on its hilt—the same deicide blueprint he tucked into her cradle during Cycle Three. "Ill pick Option D." He crushes the strawberry-flavored virus capsule hidden in Margaret's final breath, severing Yggdrasil's umbilical cord amidst Joachim's maniacal laughter. As the reboot countdown begins, Cecilia's bloodstained wedding gown dissolves into data streams, revealing the truth: his "fated enemy" is a twin godkilling protocol written by his mother, and their endless cycles are mere glitches in the family's childcare simulator. Now Edmund stands before the sandbox clutching a pink plastic shovel, the system prompt blinking for the 10,086th time: [Choose: Godslayer / Groom / Joachim's Eternal Best Man]. Meanwhile, Cecilia's quantum womb gestates Paradox Entity-42—this time, their child might outpace the gods themselves.

The universe is big. But not big enough to hide. Astra is running away. Alex needs money. And the galaxy... doesn't care about their problems. Astra Caelus, heiress to the powerful Atlantean family, had it all; influence, wealth and a planned future. She was the pride of her father, who saw her as the future of the empire. Until the day she decided to escape. Alex Varneas could be a legend – if he wanted to. He is a former soldier, pilot and mercenary who has long since buried his ambitions under a pile of empty bottles. He has a ship, debts and a permanent hangover – nothing that couldn't be fixed with a quick job. When Astra makes him an offer he can't refuse, he knows one thing for sure: this is going to be bad news. Because Astra is no ordinary passenger, and her journey is a one-way ticket to a place that should have died a long time ago: Earth. And Earth is not what it is made out to be in the old Atlantean legends. A kick-ass space opera, fueled by action and cynicism, in which there are no Jedi knights, but there are grumpy veterans, scams and deals that end in backstabbing. If you love “The Expanse,” “Mass Effect” and “Cowboy Bebop,” you're on the right track. For fans of everything that is dirty, brutal and bloody good.

Eirik Boris was never the type to accept a deal nor offer quickly, but with the girl in front of him, the riot that’s currently going on in the kingdom, and the rumor of the old king's bloodline, there are just too many things at stake. He looked at her with his eyes full of doubts, knowing very well that not only his life was at stake, but his region, too. But at the same time, if the girl in front of him is who she claimed to be, then a new beginning shall begin in the kingdom. It will be a new dawn of glory, a new turn—around, especially for the commoners. With a sharp blade in her hand, unlike anything Eirick had ever seen, which had a crystal that had a glinting red onyx at its end, the girl stepped into the long, narrow bridge, ready to prove that she was from the bloodline of the old king. “If you fail, I’ll surely deliver you to the king myself.” Eirik made it sound like a warning, and like he was not interested in her at the same time. But deep down, Eirick cared. If this girl turns out to be carrying the blood of the old king, then things will turn around for great. And if not, then he’d gladly deliver her to the king. At least, by doing that, he’d still have to keep his head, his family, and his region. And maybe, just maybe, the king will give him a limited punishment, but not a death sentence. “I won't fail,” Eirick heard her replying without turning, her voice full of uncertainty, though. Eirik held his daughter's hand, leading her back slowly, his armor bearer following, and then the nobles, a hundred of them who had come to watch the so-called girl who claimed to be carrying the blood of the old king venturing to the narrow bridge where she would recover what was left behind by the Old king himself. Before the old king vanished, he had said that only his true bloodline could cross the narrow bridge and retrieve what he had hidden there. Many people had come to attempt it, all of them claiming to be the son or daughter of the old king, and all of them had failed. This girl won't be an exception, at least, that's what they thought, not until the unexpected happened. As usual, the ghost guardian of the bridge, a being forged from magic with extraordinary abilities, emerged from the chasm of the bridge, standing tall and proud in front of the girl with a rapier in his hand. He didn't give the girl a chance to blink; he charged, the sound of metal against metal filling the air, sparkles flying out, and groaning of the two filled the atmosphere, too. And then, when everyone thought the girl would fail like the rest, they noticed her body shimmering, a great aura coming out of her body like a mist, her hair flaring in flame like a ghost rider, but she was not. And then, the blade radiated extra light, before the girl took full transformation herself. She easily bypassed the ghost as he presented his attack, moving with the grace of a leaf dancing in the wind, but in a blur that everyone hardly saw her moving. Before the ghost could wheel to face her, the girl struck him hard at the temple with the hilt of her blade, followed by a kick in the chest, which sent the ghost tumbling down the bridge. Normally, a ghost shouldn't feel attacked or get hit since he's partially invincible, but the girl was not ordinary either. She’s from the lineage of King Saul, making her the rightful heir to the kingdom of Agapanthus, and she just proved that to everyone by defeating an undefeatable foe.

Rated R and I ask please do not read this if you are under 18. I'm considering rating for 21 and older. Can she maintain peace, balance family power, and face a foe that also is none other than her own creation? The Phoenix Daughter follows the lives of one of the daughters of the Phoenix family ☆☆☆ Spoilers and No Context Spoilers ☆☆☆ Bei Zhen's body lay still, too still, I rush forward to his side and discover a large hole in his chest. With my magic sense I find no trace of his souls only a whisper of his primordial soul is traceable. +++++++++++++++^~^+++++++++++++++++++ Nian Bai Miao's souls begin to seep from her body but as quickly as possible an old fox appears. Uncle Ye arrives and takes a moment to talk to Nian Bai Miao. He does something with a pill that he shoves into Nian Bai Miao's mouth and out of everyone's view he pulls out Nian Bai Miao's tattered primary souls and her remaining shadow. He makes a gruff sound and pulls out a soul jar. ▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎ Nai Jun's face softens as he watches me lead three children towards him. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ He Zhen watches as I guide our small Tuoba Xing Ke in the steps of the nine star martial skill. °•°•°•°•°☆°•°•°•°•°▪︎°•°•°•°•°•°•°☆°•°•°•°• I watch my children happily chatter amongst themselves as I enter my second rebirth. ○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○○ The soul of the Seventh King of Hell shields me and my children from the attacks of the Faeries and those from the Demon Realm. 《》《》《》《》《》《》《》《》《》《》《》《》《》《》《》《》《》《》 Nian Bai Miao dies and the Heavens mourn her death for ten lunar years. ♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤♤ The Heavenly Emperor and Heavenly Enpress pour half of their lives cultivation into the Tian sword. The Tizn sword is a sword forged in the iceiest fires of the Heavens, quenched in the water from clouds of Kunlun mountain, hardened in the secret forge of Hell, blessed by the most powerful Faeries, and a jade hilt crafted by the Emperor Dao Zheng Si the first mortal man to reach and reject immortality. This sword crafted by all the Realms would surely be a dangerous weapon in the wrong hands and a great protection in the right hands.

"Path of the Bladecaster" Aeron Drakenhart is no ordinary mage—he’s the first Bladecaster in centuries, a wielder of magic so rare and powerful that its true potential lies hidden within ancient runes. Trained in secrecy by his grandfather, Aeron’s unique bond with the elements and the legendary Bladecaster hilt sets him apart, even among the prodigies at the prestigious magic academy. But mastering this ancient art is only part of his journey. With his loyal spider companion, Obsidian, by his side, Aeron seeks the strength to uncover the truth about his missing mother while navigating the academy’s rigid expectations, rivalries, and the trials of tournament combat. Each fight pushes Aeron closer to unlocking his inner power while exposing the greed and corruption surrounding magical resources coveted by kingdoms. Alongside Jinx, a brilliant yet misunderstood inventor who sees promise in Aeron’s potential, he forges alliances with unlikely companions, including a stoic elven assassin with wind magic and a desire for self-perfection. Together, they face fierce battles, uncover ancient secrets, and challenge the balance of power in a world where innovation and tradition collide. When the kingdom’s demands threaten Jinx’s freedom and Aeron’s loyalties are tested, his journey as the Bladecaster will become not just a path of mastery but a fight for justice and self-discovery. In a tale of friendship, ambition, and elemental power, "Path of the Bladecaster" unveils a world where even the rarest of warriors must choose between upholding tradition or reshaping destiny.

Jinli Yu is a regular 22 years old student, single , no boyfriend since birth. Her reasons? It's very simple, she is a hardcore rotten fujoshi who loves to ship boys with each other. She was pulling all the nighter reading her favorite BL books. One day , while she was on her way to school,she found an injured little cat, Jinli put it inside her bag until a newly opened BL Bookstore caught her attention. She was very delighted exploring what's inside. Jinli was busy scanning the books when the cat suddenly escaped her bag, she followed it quietly to avoid gaining attention. The cat led her to a secret staircase. It was a BL Portal! "Ow! My head hurts! What happened to me? Why is it so dark?" BEHOLD! WELCOME TO THE BL WORLD! "Umm? Who are you?" I AM DICCU! THE HOMEWRECKER SYSTEM! YOU CANNOT ESCAPE YOUR DESTINY! Jinli Yu was transmigrated into the BL world as a homewrecker! Can she handle the mission!! A fujoshi being a homewrecker between a boy's love? Will she finally experience having a lightsaber thing? Let's find out!! Hello!! Your author Yohan here! I am here again, writing another transmigration novel! Please expect some: -comedy scenes -expect the unexpected -different twist -exciting story line Thank you so much!! Have fun reading it! Let's talk! Discord: @Yohan#6080 Cover not mine, credits to the rightful owner

Kazu is just average guy, got a job in convinient store, then just after working hour he saw women crying for help so he help her but he doesn't know that the guy who assault her was holding a knife so yeaah he died ...... Just like that the journey than begin

Long ago, when the world was young and humanity struggled against the forces of chaos, the gods intervened. They forged a sword, not as a weapon of destruction, but as a gift of hope. Each god poured a fragment of their essence into it-courage, wisdom, resilience, and strength. It's a sword meant for everything possible. For centuries, the blade lay hidden, waiting for the right moment to be discovered. It wasn't buried in gold or locked away in a grand vault-it rested quietly in the heart of the earth, untouched and unseen, until the time was right. When the first hand grasped the hilt, the sword came alive. Its surface shimmered with an otherworldly glow, a promise of the power within. The one who found it didn't know the gods had shaped it, nor did they understand the weight of what they held. But the sword recognized them. It responded to their strength, their resolve, and their needs. As the blade cut through the darkness for the first time, it wasn't just its edge that brought change. It was the force behind it-the will to fight for survival, for something greater than fear. With every swing, the sword grew brighter, stronger, as if it fed not on blood but on purpose. Though the gods forged the blade, it wasn't theirs anymore. In that moment, it became part of humanity, a bond between the divine and mortal worlds. And for the one who wielded it, the sword was more than steel and magic-it was a companion, a guide, and a silent promise: you are not alone. Thus began the sword's journey, not just as a tool of battle, but as a symbol of what humanity could become. And though its path was just beginning, the gods knew it would go on, far beyond what even they could imagine.

… After countless years of peace between all of the worlds in the galaxy with Rey and Kylo Ren joining forces on the side of light. They were happily married for the most part, living together luxuriously in Coruscant. Soon came the birth of their child, Vora. A true trouble maker she turned out to be. With the two parents getting older and getting weaker by every day, the dark side grows stronger within her. By now as a young adult, Vora plans to run far away and attempts to forge her path as a Dark Side Jedi, without her parent’s knowledge. They’re forced to fight against their own child, in hopes to destroy any hope of a new rebellion.

Six years ago, Lyon was untouchable-the best warrior, the epitome of strength and prowess. But in one swift moment, betrayal tore it all away. Framed, crippled, and imprisoned, he lost everything-power, freedom, and the woman he loved. His wife, devastated by his fall, faced the hardships of their shattered world alone. "Six years. I’ve waited six years for this," Lyon's voice is cold as he stares down at the man responsible for his downfall. His fingers tighten around the hilt of his sword, the weight of vengeance heavy in his heart. The world has changed since then, but Lyon hasn’t. He’s stronger. He’s wealthier. He’s unstoppable. And the time for revenge has finally come. The God of War has returned. His enemies in Lyon, arrogant in their power, quake at the mention of his name. With every battle he wins, with every opponent he shatters, he draws closer to reclaiming not just his empire but the woman who once loved him. Sommy Lanka-a woman who was by his side while he had it going, who disappeared on him in his very lowest time. The love he had lost six years prior, now that he has crawled his way to the top, leaves nothing to chance as he gets readied to recover the love torn from his bleeding heart. "I am not letting you go this time," Lyon whispers, his fingers brushing against Sommy's. Their eyes meet-an unsaid promise of love, power, and vengeance. Together, they will conquer the world, for Lyon won't stop until he has it all. His vengeance is not for the betrayal he faced but for the woman who had to bear the darkness alone. And he isn't the same man torn asunder by the world. He is Lyon Obi-the most dangerous warrior alive. This time, nothing will get in his way. Lyonic: high-octane, revenge-driven love of power and redemption. With pulse-pounding action, heart-stopping romance, and an unrelenting thirst for vengeance, Lyon's return becomes a force to be reckoned with. Will the rise in power be the ultimate victory of Lyon, or will his past betrayals crush him once again? Find out in this thrilling saga of love and war.

the smallest changes can cause the biggest ripples. in a massive galaxy change will always occur and nothing will ever stay the same. embark on a journey following an officer of the geriatric empire as he learns truths of the empire.while recruiting new member to his faction where there is only one goal to purge the jedi. I dony own the original work and characters obviously. but I do have utmost respect for the original work cover is not mine this is my first novel so there will be mistakes. English is my first language so if you find errors I deserve the abuse.

(Disclaimer: Originally written by AFanWithTooMuchTime. This is for offline purposes) ——— When the Grim Dark comes to a Galaxy Far Far Away, there can only be one result. War! The Clone Wars are nearing their conclusion. The Jedi are spread out across the outer rim sieges, and the fighting is reaching its final levels of intensity, before the strain of the conflict forces one side to buckle. And yet, now, in this most precarious of moments, Palpatine senses...a disturbance in the force. A new arrival which stands to threaten EVERYTHING he has schemed so hard to achieve! Meanwhile in another galaxy, after being forced to evacuate nearly an entire subsector before the Ravenous maw of the Great Devourer, "The Skywatch", "The Crimson Razor", and several other Space Marine Chapters along with hundreds of ships and trillions of humans were forced to make a perilous jump through a thin vein of the Cicatrix Maledictum. But even the thinnest vein of chaos courses with reality corroding poison, and the jump has carried them far far further than they ever intended to go. Stranded in a new, dark galaxy, far from the Emperor's light, these collected and contentious warriors of Mankind must now carve out a place for themselves among alien stars that were at war, even before their arrival.

You are destined to die if you continue on this path. You cannot change your fate!" He looked into the sky and grasped his sword hilt, a serene expression on his face. "What if I can? I want to defy the heavens, I want to become an Immortal, I want to become an Asura, I want to step onto the peak of the martial path and attain the realm above god Kings!. If gods and demons stand in my way, I will kill the gods and slaughter the demons. If the heavens block my path... I will carve out a path of blood with my sword. If a little tribulation like this can stop me, then who am I to wish for all that? Nothing will hold me down, this is my will and determination, this is my heart!" He grew up in a tiny unremarkable lower realm and he rises step by step into the grand stage of peerless geniuses. He defeated innumerable proud geniuses, survived countless adversities with an unyielding will, seeking opportunities and going against the heavens. He faced the ire of the entire universe, changed his destiny and survived the greatest calamity in history, embarking on a unique and singular path to the peak with the chaos spirit. The rules of the world could not hold him down. Who is he? He is the legendary Paragon Sword god, and the world knew him as the Primal Chaos Emperor...

A story set 250BBy about the one and only true Grey Jedi.

What if a Star Wars loving nerd suddenly woke up on a shuttle sat across from a young Ashoka Tano on their way to meet their new Jedi Masters. How would you react to suddenly appear in your favourite franchise and in the middle of a war to decide the fate of the galaxy, can our hero use his knowledge to save the galaxy or will he choose to follow the route of power and join the Dark Side. I'm using Disney's Official Chronological watch order as a timelineof events.

Warning! Warning! There’s a bug in the system. There’s a bug in the system. Different participants are randomly being pulled into the System. Welcome, participant 12.3489489223823. [You are now part of the Forsaken. Your name is Xia Yunfei, and you’ve been given the chance to fight for your survival.] Xia Yunfei stood on the edge of a crumbling cliff, the ground rumbling beneath her feet. The once-familiar landscape had twisted into something menacing—a sky painted with churning black clouds, lightning cracking ominously above, and a forest now dense with shadows, every tree seeming to lean toward her, as if alive with malice. The voice of the System echoed in her mind: “You have three hours to complete your mission. Fail, and you will be eliminated.” “What kind of twisted game is this?” she muttered, her fingers tightening around the hilt of her dagger. Around her, the world pulsed with unpredictable threats: tornados could rise from nowhere, floods could swallow entire landscapes, and cracks could open in the earth itself. A faint sound caught her attention. She turned, and a figure emerged from the shadows—a man with a cold smirk, his dark eyes studying her with an unsettling amusement. It was Mo Ran, a member of the Overseers, his presence almost as foreboding as the storm-laden sky. “Are you lost?” he asked, his voice smooth and mocking, like the calm before a storm. His gaze was sharp, merciless, like someone who’d seen countless participants fall. Xia Yunfei glared at him, knowing better than to trust the Overseers. They were spectators of their suffering, observers of each desperate moment. This game wasn’t about survival; it was about entertainment, a spectacle where each twist of fate could be deadly. With her pulse racing and no choice but to press forward, Xia Yunfei stepped into the forest, every instinct on high alert. Her path would be riddled with disasters crafted by a system run amok—a world where firestorms, flash floods, and avalanches were as inevitable as the countdown in her head. Will Xia Yunfei harness her hidden powers and defy the apocalyptic odds, or will she be consumed by the darkness that threatens to swallow her whole?

850 years have passed since Zargorwarths defeat and the Vermillion Empires sudden surge in power over the Multiverse. Victor Silvertounge the last of the Guardians of Light, stood overseeing the balance to ensure that it did not fall into the darkness. Victor could feel a change coming soon, the balance had been shifting and he did not know why but could sense that a Dra’ghoul was about to be born the first one since Draco Dra’ghoul Emma Silvertounge a Syeer far stronger than any other seen before while only at the young age of sixteen walked pieces of her crimson hair fell in front of her sea-blue eyes and her freckled checks “ Father, Who is Lupine Riddle ?” She asked Victor froze all time stood still, “ My child. Who told you about him? Victor said slowly his voice trembling with fear Emma replied “ No one I had a dream and his name popped into my head as did Angel born and Wolfkin. What do they mean?” Victor did not respond for a moment “ Tell me Emma did you see a Sword of Crimson Fire, a Spear of Golden Light, and an Ax with a wolf's head engraved on the hilt?” She nodded slowly Victor sighed “ I feared as much. One last question was there a child with a dragon tattoo on his right arm?” Emma nodded Victor refined from cursing “ my child it would seem that you are somehow linked with this new Dra’ghoul and those you saw in your vision. Do you know where he will be born?” Emma replied, “ Haven Valley his mother Ashi Ember was just pronounced pregnant.” Victor picked up his staff and said “ good then we will go and live in Haven Valley post haste.” Emma replied, “ but what about the balance?” Victor paused and said “ There is nothing I can do to prevent what will happen. The Balance will fall to darkness if I am here or not. Victor turned to Emma who was looking out at the ever-expanding Space-Time Contium the images of her vision burned into her mind never to leave. Victor placed a hand on her shoulder "We must leave post-haste the sooner we can get to the mother the better." Emma nodded before they left she went and packed a medium sized bag with cloths, a leather bond book named Tales of Tylingariea by Damion Vixen Dorima and secered a silver blaclet onto her right wrist with a loud click the braclet clamped around her wrist buzzing and turning a dark blue.. she picked up her bag and meet Victer in front of a massive green portal that lead to the Haven. Taking one last look back at the Bridge of Reality Emma walked into the portal and the Wheels of Destiny for her and others were set into motion

Allen Cromwell found himself transported to an apocalyptic world, where he assumed the role of a weapon store owner. Despite his easy-going and kind-hearted demeanor, there lurked a secret layer of caution and goal-oriented determination within him. This new reality proved to be more complex than he initially imagined. Populated by countless constellations and menacing demons, where crime thrived, and survival was uncertain, Allen managed to carve out a peaceful existence. He did so by selling weapons to kind-hearted customers, some of whom even expressed their gratitude with thoughtful gifts. Little did he know... “How in the hell is this a revolver? It’s clearly a dragon slayer!” “Ha! You say this is a lightsaber? Then how was it able to tear that mountain?” Amused by his customers' humorous interpretations, Allen decided to play along with their delusions and fantasies, adding a touch of humor to his otherwise unpredictable life. … Note: All the free chapters will be 1,200-1,500 words. From the locked chapters, the word count will be increased to 1,500-2,000 words. …

It all began with a cliché hero story. A world called Terra needed a hero and the king ordered the priest to summon one from another world. Axl, a typical 21-year-old university student, was selected as Terra's greatest hero. The hard-working hero was able to reach his maximum level in a year and overcome the dark lord. The dark lord was defeated. But just as he believed everything was going according to plan, the dark lord trapped him in the crystal and put him into cryosleep. The hero had been forgotten as the world had once more returned to peace. A thousand years later, he was awakened from his long slumber by Shea, the princess of the lost Moonstar Empire. He discovered that his surroundings had changed. The space shuttle had replaced the carriage, and the sword was now the lightsaber. Does a hero like him still have a place in this futuristic world? What does the princess want from him? ------- Note: this story mixes sci fi, system and magic. There will be space battles but not in the early chapters. And yes, please expect a lot of alien technology and magic technology. Tags: Comedy , Tentacles, Monster Girls , Aliens , Magic , Demons , Beasts , Action , Space Battles , Technology, Cyborgs, System, Overpowered , Handsome Male Lead , Smart Male Lead, Carefree Male Lead and Slice of Life. Join my discord channel for illustrations: https://discord.gg/mSRHyMVhnG Power Stones Goal! 400 Power Stone = 1 bonus chapters 300 Golden Ticket= 1 bonus chapter Magic Castle= 2 bonus chapters

[Legends speak of a tale...] A man appeared in an old abandoned temple... [...that in the darkest hours of the moonless night...] ...he walked towards the center of the temple where a rock lay... [...when the world has suffered most and the light of hope has flickered off...] ...gently he took hold of the hilt of the sword pierced halfway into the rock... [...the king shall return, this time as a guardian...] ...the blade of the sword slowly rose from the rock... [...the world shall remember his name...] They saw it. The ones in captivity, those on the run, the ones who had defected and the oppressors who ruled the lands, they all saw it... [For they shall see the sign] a blinding sword beam split the sky. Disclaimer: The cover photo isn't mine.