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Neuvillette Seals The Primordial Sea

Ashes Of Deep Sea

Duncan Abnomar was transmigrated to a magical world. Most of the lands of the world had sunken, and the surviving humans could only live on islands. Due to an unknown reason, the world was also contaminated and strange phenomena and things would randomly appear. Humans had developed steam gear technology, and the islands were connected through boats. They survived by studying strange phenomena that happened all around the world. However, as the captain of a scary-looking ghost ship, Duncan was facing a huge challenge. "How the heck do I steer this ship?" Highly recommended by experienced editor: MC is transmigrated to a world mostly covered in water and far from civilization. He becomes the captain of the ghost ship, the 'Homeloss'. He steers through the fog and adventures through the broken world and the unknown deep sea. As he discovers the ruins of abandoned civilization, he would also stumble into the war between the strange phenomena and the devil gods. The story takes place in a combination of ocean and Chutly mythology world, a new and interesting background. It’s an attractive story to read due to the author’s sense of humor and mastery over the ambiance of the story. --------------- Another-style introduction: "On that day, a thick fog engulfed everything. On that day, he became the captain of a ghost ship. On that day, he crossed the dense fog and faced a completely overturned and shattered world – the former order was completely gone, and peculiar phenomena dominated the endless seas beyond civilized society. The island city-states and the fleets challenging the sea have become the only lights of civilization left, while the shadows of old days still lurk in the deep sea, waiting to devour this dying world again. But for the new captain, there's only one pressing question – Does anyone know how to sail this damn ship?!"
Yuan Tong · 715.5K Views

Primordial God: The Rise of Darkness

This is the first of the twelve Primordial Gods book, this time, it follows Alexander, the God of Existence (He who exists in inexistence, the most powerful character in all of fiction). From the humble beginnings to the very top. Alexander is born with the all seeing eyes, a rare heavenly blessing that hasn’t been seen in centuries. This rare power, unseen for centuries, makes him a symbol of hope but also a target of envy and cruelty. Lord Luci, a cunning and powerful manipulator, takes Alex under his wing under the guise of mentorship, all while plotting to steal Alex's powers at their peak. He does all of this all the while pretending to be saving Alexander from the others who want his eyes. A category that contains a lot of very powerful and evil people. Alex's journey is one of immense suffering and betrayal. Lord Luci orchestrates his downfall, killing Alex's family, manipulating his emotions, and framing Kelvin Amadi as the villain. These events push Alex to awaken his full potential, setting the stage for an epic and emotional quest for revenge. One that is as brutal as it is bloody, a true beauty of dark fantasy. The story peaks in brutal, heart-stopping battles where Alex and Kelvin join forces to defeat Lord Luci. A war for the Universe is fought and won. However, their victory comes at a high price, unleashing an even greater evil: Master Valkorath, an ancient force of destruction. The book ends with Alex’s death, a bittersweet sacrifice that allows him to ascend as one of the Twelve Primordials, paving the way for a new era. This is an immensely dark fantasy novel, if you can't stomach the extreme, leave now. If you can, read on, if you're not hooked from Chapters 1-4, don't read again, I have definitely failed you.
Alameen_Onafeko_9535 · 302 Views

To Sleep In The Sea Of Time

This is a story of a guy who loses everything, and then gets it back. Same old new world story, just a different kind of story teller. *** They took away our hunter tags. They had us grow our hair. They gave us a new brand, when we were over there. They staged us out of Dragur, East of the Olim Horn. I guess they call us Slaves, but no one calls us much anymore. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. Karn brought Sorrow. Pookie brought Fear. Milk brought the fly boys. They did work in Undia. I worked mostly clandestine. Some Legends I should not say. We played with better wands. I could use the extra pay. Did Mara give the order? Did venom pay the way? They said we were slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. This was before HALO, and Codex was king. Hej atop the rider, he never felt a thing. When our rider caught a spell, and both the mages killed. It pitched us over sideways on some cold Sylph hill. My back felt like it was broken, my legs I could not feel. I kept on slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I never did heal up right from injuries sustained Officially in Torin, unofficially we train. I remember all their faces. They dream about me still. I guess I'm slaying demons, but it's kind of hard to tell. There no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I speak the cold logistic, that old boys speak so well. Veni, Vedi, Vici. I'll see you in Hel. Maybe it's bravado, or an unspeakable guilt. That village, they were demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't wanna to do it anymore. I've done plenty. What is one more? -Corb Lund *** Come guess me this riddle. What beats shire leaves and fiddle? What is hotter than pleasures touch, and whiter than cream? What best wets his whistle? What is clearer than crystal? What is sweeter than honey and stronger than steam? What will make the lame walk? What will make the dumb talk? What is the elixir of life and philosopher's stone? And what helped Pookie-Baba dig up a tunnel, that runs from Shalamanda to West-Torin? When you are digging a crater, It is the best thing in nature, for sinking your sorrows and raising your joys. Sometimes I wonder, if lightning and thunder, is made out of the plunder, of the reddest hiski and oils. *** If you can keep your head when all about you, are losing theirs and blaming it on you. If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too. If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise. If you can dream, and not make dreams your master. If you can think, and not make thoughts your aim. If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster, and treat those two impostors just the same. If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken, twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build them up with worn-out tools. If you can make one heap of all your winnings, and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss and lose, and start again at your beginnings, and never breathe a word about your loss. If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew, to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you; Except the Will which says to them ‘Hold on!’ If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, nor walk with Kings, nor lose the common touch. If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you. If all men count with you, but none too much. If you can fill the unforgiving minute, with sixty seconds worth of distance, run. Yours is the World and everything that’s in it, and which is more you’ll be a Man, my son. - Rudyard Kipling
man_of_culture3030 · 692.6K Views

Rebirth of the primordial sovereign

In a world where cultivation defines one's destiny, Makoto awakens from the brink of death in a shattered body that barely clings to life. Stripped of his strength, his meridians broken, and his cultivation abolished, Makoto faces a cruel reality—a life of weakness in a sect that prizes power above all else. But Makoto is no ordinary cultivator. Unbeknownst to the world, he is the reincarnation of an ancient being, the creator of all martial and cultivation techniques. Once a sovereign who stood at the pinnacle of existence, his soul now resides in a body far weaker than any he has ever known. His memories are fragmented, his power sealed by enemies who sought to destroy him. As Makoto struggles to piece together the truth of his past and the betrayal that led to his downfall, he discovers that the world he once ruled now clings to mere echoes of his original techniques. With nothing but his boundless knowledge and indomitable will, he sets out to reclaim his strength, restore his cultivation, and uncover the conspiracy that shattered his life. But Makoto’s path is fraught with danger. In a sect teeming with deceit and ambition, powerful enemies lurk in the shadows, while the remnants of his forgotten past threaten to resurface. Can Makoto rise once more to the summit of the cultivation world, or will the forces that sealed him away succeed in erasing him forever? This is a tale of rebirth, redemption, and the relentless pursuit of power. The creator has returned, and his second ascension will shake the heavens.
Waidi_Michael · 10.4K Views

The rise of the pervert primordial

What do humans want most, money, fame, power? Born an orphan, Aster saw all the other children be adopted and get into caring family, as for him, he grew in the orphanage, studied and found a job, a simple yet fulfilling life as he decided to help raise funds for the home in which he grew. Unfortunately fate seemed to play him a bad taste joke, a crazy robber, a gunshot and a bomb, why did I have to step in, when I have never cared about other people business, he wondered as his life faded away. The next thing he knew was that he was being held in the arms of the most beutiful woman he has ever seen, did he died and went to heaven, did he finally gained what he desired so much, or is he being a victim to some kind of scheme. The asnwer came to him as he was gazed by the tender eyes of that woman, the warmth of a family he longed for, during 18 years of his life, he finally got to experience it, so what could go wrong. If you were given a second chance, will you follow your desires even if they were against common sense? Follow Aster on his travel trough the multiple planets and realms as he gains the title "The Perverted Primordial" ------------------------------------ Achievement rewards: 800 power stones= 1 extra chapters (The reward chapters will be posted on the week, on a random day) ----------------------------------------------- Copyright the cover image is not mine if you are the author contact me and I will take it down. ----------------------------------------------- English is not my main language so there might be some grammar mistakes. ----------------------------------------------- Finnaly if you don't like harem and R-18 chapters this novel is not for you. (No NTR btw). ----------------------------------------------- If you like my novels please do support me by voting with your power stones, and reviewing them, also please give it a try to my other novel "Reincarnated With The Van Helsing System". ----------------------------------------------- For all those who are still reading this lets start our long journey.
Barion_Trident · 5.6M Views
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