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Three Phase Saga

This story follows jurney of 'Yukihiro Shinuchi ' (MC) A normal and 'average' High school student,who encounters an unexpected turn of events with his friends on a trip. The discovery of unheard and Unimaginable existance, which changes his entire life...... ____________________________________ Overview of story This story will consist of total 3 volume/saga. first 2 book being completely different from eachother and with 3rd book everything comming into a circle. with the explanation and answers of all the unexplained mysteries and unanswered questions I would request to atleast stick around till the end of volume 1 and if you find it wast of time or not your tast you should drop it. But... Book 2 will be entirely different from Book 1 in every aspects _____________________________________ AUTHOR'S NOTE: It's my first time writing a fictional story with this being my first web novel. I'm stepping into the world of web novel writing """THIS STORY WILL ALWAYS BE COST FREE""" I don't plan on making any type of contract with 'webnovel' Please support me by READING AND FAIR RATING and giving me feedback on comments """ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE""" I might make some mistakes in chapter please do not rate it down due to grammatical mistakes It might not be upto your standards and you might find it similar to many other stories. I got inspired by many anime, manga, manhwa, light novels and web novels. I cannot write down all the 20 to 25 names that I got inspired from.
Aether_Fantacy · 367 Views

The Illusionist System: Call for Tricks

[Congratulations!! You are now a Level 1 Illusionist.] Eric Grey has always been at the bottom of the food chain. As the weakest member of his clan, he’s endured years of ridicule, bullying, and being treated like a nobody. With no special abilities, no powerful guardians, and no clue about his missing parents, Eric’s life has been a constant struggle. The only thing he has to his name is a rusty, seemingly useless locket left behind by his family—a locket he’s never been able to figure out. But everything changes when a near-death experience triggers the locket’s hidden power. Suddenly, Eric is thrust into a world of illusions, tricks, and secrets he never knew existed. The locket awakens his latent ability as an Illusionist, a rare and mysterious class that bends reality itself. However, becoming an Illusionist comes with a catch: the path to mastery is filled with danger, deception, and enemies who will stop at nothing to see him fail. Now, armed with nothing but his wits, a handful of beginner-level illusions, and the cryptic clues hidden within the locket, Eric must navigate a treacherous world of power-hungry clans, ancient secrets, and deadly trials. From the shadows, he’ll rise, using his illusions to outsmart, outmaneuver, and outplay everyone who ever doubted him. But as Eric climbs higher, he begins to uncover the truth about his parents’ disappearance—and the dark forces that have been watching him all along. Will he master the art of illusions and claim his place at the top? Or will he become just another pawn in a game far bigger than he ever imagined? "In a world where power is everything, the greatest trick is surviving long enough to master it."
Savage_INK25 · 281 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 · 704.6K Views
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