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Ice Cavern Ocarina Of Time

Primordial God Of Time

"What's it like to control Time?" Kranos had always been obsessed with the idea. “Time takes all away,” he thought. After dying of old age in his first life, Kranos reincarnated into the immortal world A world of cultivation, ancient magic, divine beasts, and horrifying existences. Resigned to a mortal’s fate, he thought he'd be powerless once again... Until a strange panel appeared before his eyes. [Detected fragment of Time Dao…] [Time System initiated.] … [Cultivation Aptitude – ETERNAL-grade] [Elemental Affinity – TIME] … But in this new life, power alone isn’t enough. The world is crawling with ancient races and corrupted sects, like the mysterious Black Rain Pavilion, known for manipulating time cultivators. Threats of betrayal swirl even within those closest to him, and a hidden mastermind seems to know every step Kranos takes before he even takes it, constantly plotting to kill him. As beasts awaken from slumbers and timelines fracture, Kranos must race against fate itself. "With the power of time in my hands, I will conquer all." He sighed as he stood against four ancient immortals, their killing intent crashing down like divine thunder. Little did they know… he had already seen this moment before. — Please read all the free chapters before deciding on whether to continue or drop... Also, if possible, indicate your reason for dropping the novel so that I can improve. Tags: #Action #System #NoRomance #Anti-hero #Cultivation #Time #Rivalry #Betrayal #Mystery #Scheming… While this novel includes a Time System, Kranos primarily earns his strength through cultivation and insight... not by relying on cheat panels. Hey guys! I'm just a carefree author on my first novel journey. My goal is to reach at least 1,000 chapters.... Please support me! Goal progress: 140/1000 Current release rate: 2–3 chapters daily Bonus Chapters: 30 Golden Tickets = +1 Chapter 100 Power Stones = +3 Chapters 100 Golden Tickets = +5 Chapters 500 = ??? ... Fan Tier Rewards – Rise Through Time! • Temporal Vanguard – 1,000+ Fan Value • Epoch Guardian – 2,000+ Fan Value • Lord of the Aeon – 5,000+ Fan Value • ??? – 10,000+ Current Temporal Vanguards: [Dao_of_infinity], [FaustusBot], [kingofluck], [ell_gamer245], [NaarthTheDarth]. Will your name be etched into the flow of time?
Carefree_Dreamer · 196.5K Views

WarLords : Ice Viking's

The cold stone hall was dimly lit with flickering torches. Shadows stretched long across the floor. At the far end of the room, the King sat high on his throne, surrounded by High Lords, Generals, and Counselors. Silence hung thick in the air as the Ice Viking entered. He stood in the center, arms at his side, eyes forward. “Viking,” the King called from his seat. Varnok didn’t move. “Yes,” he replied flatly. One of the High Lords stood up in anger. “In the presence of your King—you kneel!” The knights draws their Swords. Varnok stayed still. “You’re not my king,” he said calmly. The King raised a hand. The knights lowered their swords. “Let him be,” the King said, leaning forward. “Ice Viking… step forward.” Varnok walked slowly across the cold stone floor. “There is war between the Vikings and this kingdom,” the King said. Varnok kept walking. “It’s your kingdom,” he answered. “That has nothing to do with me.” The lords murmured in outrage. “You think they’ll stop there?” the King asked, raising a hand for silence. “You know what those animals are like. Vikings… they don’t stop until they’ve burned everything to ash.” “And yet I’ve protected the village just fine,” Varnok said. “Without your help. Like it’s always been.” “Without my help, there’d be no village to protect,” the King snapped. “There is a village,” Varnok said, meeting his eyes. “And not once have you offered it your help.” “King... please. What an excuse.” The king nodded toward the general standing beside him. Without hesitation, the general stepped forward and struck Varnok across the face. Then a second punch to the stomach. Finally, a heavy kick to the leg. Varnok dropped to one knee. “Good,” the King said, tipping his goblet and pouring wine over Varnok’s head. “Like the animal you are.” Murmurs filled the hall. > "What an animal." "Fits clearly—a dog." "All Vikings should just die." "Disgusting things." The King laughed with joy as he was Pleased by the words of the people. He leaned forward again, with his voice low. “Maybe we should start with your wife… and child.” The room fell into a deadly stillness. Varnok’s eyes snapped open—glowing bright, ice-blue. A shiver cut through the entire hall. The ground began to vibrate. Goblets trembled. Torches flickered lower. Then came his voice—cold, deep, inhuman. Like the cracking of ancient glaciers. “If a single breath so much as brushes their skin…” “I will bring down such ruin upon this kingdom that even the crows will starve for lack of flesh. I will freeze your rivers. Silence your bells. And watch your palace rot from the inside—As your screams echo in halls no one dares enter. Pray your tongue forgets their names… before I remember yours.” No one moved everywhere was silent. Even the air seemed too afraid to stir.
vickysfantasy · 5K Views

Echoes of Time, Battle of Palaces

They say the greatest discovery is born out of passion, and that was the spark of her journey. Linda Song, a modern day assistant at an elite auction house, stumbled upon an unexpected page in the inventory ledger, a page she had no recollection of ever seeing or creating. It described a relic renowned for its time-traveling ability in the past. Driven by curiosity to decipher if such a relic truly existed, and what secrets it holds if it does, she makes her way into the store-keep and to her greatest surprise, there it stood...just as it was described in the ledger. Bewildered by its beauty, and anxious to discover whether the relic truly held such abilities, or was it just another fallacy put together to attract the highest bidder, she sought to examine it. Linda carries the small stone under the sun rays filtering through the storeroom window to get a better view. Suddenly, it pulsed and a blue fluorescent light erupted from the relic, engulfing Linda. And in an instant, the modern world surrounding her vanished. She was no longer Linda Song but a maid within the Inner Palace of a rising dynasty, caught between ambitious concubines and a simmering political conspiracy. What mystery lies behind the stone and her sudden transmigration? Will she survive this new world she has come to know, and will her modern knowledge prove valuable or become her downfall? Why not embark on this journey with her... ************************** DISCLAIMER This work is purely fiction, all characters, setting and events are ideas of the author. if anything in it resembles something you know of, then it's purely coincidence. this is a multiple side character book with the main lead growing and developing subtly. if you are lover of slow burn fantasy books, hook in...you will love this .
Jade_Stephen · 6.6K Views

Ashes Of Time

In this world, the year is 999 AD, and technology has reached a post-industrial stage. Smoke rises from coal-fired factories, airships float above cities, and revolvers hang at the waists of constables. Stone-paved roads run alongside iron rail lines, and gas lamps flicker in the fog-covered streets of old cities filled with towering brick buildings, soot-covered rooftops, and horse-drawn cabs. Magic exists, but it is rare. Only a small portion of the population can use it—those people are called Yrlton, meaning "Anomaly" in the common language of Alastair. To the average person, Yrlton are as strange as they are dangerous. Many believe their powers come from a curse, divine punishment, or a secret pact. Others whisper of rituals, strange substances, and hidden bloodlines. Becoming one isn’t something you train for. It happens, often without warning. Magic here isn’t bright or spectacular. It doesn’t come in flashes of light or grand displays. It’s subtle, often tied to emotion, thought, or the elements. A Yrlton might control wind, twist shadows, or hear what others cannot. Some Saintesses throughout history were secretly Yrlton, their powers awakened after drinking forbidden liquids or being exposed to ancient relics. Despite their abilities, most Yrlton live quiet lives. Governments register them, monitor them, and sometimes use them. They’re given low-paying jobs, handed strange tasks no one else wants, and treated with suspicion.
latermilk · 11.4K Views
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