Magnum Innominandum

Hunt. Graft. Evolve. That is the core idea of a witch hunter. By grafting mutations from animals and supernatural beasts, the witch hunter ascends his own body, adding more and more power to his flesh. Sir Siderius Satterblade, once he was Master Witch Hunter, Grand Professor of Alchemy and Knight of the Holy Order. He and his Order eradicated the unnatural magic user in his world, guaranteeing that every man would be equal on the battlefield. But he did not achieve his Magnum Opus. By using a Forbidden Alchemical Equation, he transferred his soul to another man in another world. Blossom Glades, a society ruled by witches and benefitted only to witches. Men and non-magic users are nothing more than slaves. They call them Ashens, lowlifes who can never awaken to be a witch. Sir Siderius Satterblade has become one of those Ashen, the lowest of the low. In this world, he will become the most powerful being and eradicate all witches just like his Order has done. “WITCHES ARE PARASITES AND THEY MUST BE BURNED.” [GRAFTING SUCCESSFUL] [You have gained the eyes of the Owl - Strix Oculus Extima] [Strix Ocula: Total Dark Vision] [GRAFTING SUCCESSFUL] [You have gained the ears of the Bat - Vesper Sonarus Extima] [Vesper Sonara: Echolocation] [GRAFTING SUCCESSFUL] [...]

*While I'm still on break and working on the story plan of UC Gundam x Infinite Stratos, I'll have to settle on one of long lasting ideas for a fic. Combining my Childhood memories to my current hobby. Winx x Gundam. I know it's cringe but fuck you, it's my childhood as a child. I do what I want as an adult now so suck my Beam Magnum and blow up!

[Wsa 2025 Entry] In the Village of Brindlemark everything was Fine… Flowers Blooming,Sun Bright, The Usual Gossip And In the Mist of it all was a Young Slightly Tall Boy Named Phosorious Magnum(14 years Old) His Family was Poor So he only Did Farm work One fateful Night as Everyone in the Village Was Getting Ready for the Peaceful Night ahead Suddenly……. Kaboom!!!!!!!! Monsters From the SuperNatural World Started Raiding the City and Phosorious and His Family was the First one to Get Killed Just as Phosorious Thought his Life was Coming to an End *Notification Screen* *You’re Life has Been Terminated However you have been Given a Second Chance Yo join us and Fight against The forces of Darkness Do you accept?* Phosorious Selected Yes Without Hesitation And was Overwhelmed With Joy that his life hasn’t yet Come yo an End and was Determined to Use this Chance To protect The Village Of Brindlemark and avenge his Family

Après un mystérieux cataclysme mondial connu sous le nom de MAGNUM SILENTIUM ( GRAND SILENCE ), naquis le Monde d'Après, un monde où l'humanité a été brisée dans son essence même, ses cinq sens. Chaque survivant, désormais, ne possède plus qu'un seul sens pleinement actif, les autres étant définitivement atrophiés. De cette tragédie sont nés cinq grands clans sensoriels.

Author, God or Plaything? Zar had just finished writing the prologue of his magnum opus—The Nexus Verse—a boundless verse of multiverses, godlike beings, and an elite academy meant to shape the strongest entities in existence. Years of meticulous world-building, complex power systems, and lore so deep it could drown a god… and yet, it was all just fiction. Until it wasn’t. On the night of his 22nd birthday, reality itself fractured. In an instant, he was torn from his world—only to awaken within the Nexus Verse as one of its rulers. There was just one problem. He had only written the prologue. Everything beyond that? Scattered notes. Unfinished ideas. Incomplete power systems. The vast, living, breathing multiverse around him was full of gaps he never filled. The beings he once considered mere characters now had wills of their own, and some of them were already far beyond his control. To make matters worse, the Nexus Academy—his ultimate creation, the battleground where gods and devils alike trained to surpass reality—had just started its entrance exam. And somehow, he was now part of it. Armed with only a mysterious system, fragmented knowledge of his own lore, and the terrifying realization that he may have made this world far too overpowered, Zar has only one goal: Survive. Because in a world where destroying a multiverse is just a Tuesday challenge, where ancient beings lurk in the void waiting for a single mistake, and where the strongest warriors wield power beyond his comprehension... Being the author doesn’t mean he’s the one in control. After all, if this verse was created… what destroyed the others? *****For fans of: Overpowered protagonists, cosmic-level world-building, reality-defying battles, eldritch horrors, and gods who fear greater forces. Additional tags #Gods #Devil #Ancient beings #Creators #Monarchs #OverpoweredBeings ---------------------------- ALERT! The main story begins in Volume 2. Discord link - https://discord.gg/2sM5QrxBtS And you know someone was asking for Mass release (•↓•), So A new Rule. 100 Power stone= 1 extra chapter (4 left)

Losing $850,000 in Bitcoin is no joke, but mine became one when it did. After a gut-wrenching world comedy tour, I plowed my well-earned crypto profits into planning to finally take it easy at a beach home and pen my magnum opus, a sitcom about my disastrous stand-ups in hotel lobbies. I had one afternoon of three hours' sleep and awful coffee when I received an email asking me to take an exclusive streaming deal for my special. My ego traveled faster than my brain. Within seconds, I had input my wallet information into what was, in fact, a phishing scam so convincing it would have its own Netflix show. When the shock hit that my $850,000 worth of Bitcoin had vanished, I laughed. Not the nice kind. The deranged, post-trauma type. Picture a clown sobbing into his oversized shoes. That was me. I stumbled onto X (formerly Twitter), humiliating myself for being outwitted by cyber thieves. "Headlining my next show: 'How to Lose Your Life Savings in Under 60 Seconds'!" The tweet went viral, but the likes didn't fill the financial black hole in my chest. Then, a glimmer of hope slipped into my DMs. A fan – God bless them – sent me to Cyber Constable Intelligence. I was hesitant but desperate, so I contacted their crew. Their response was faster than my tightest set. They didn't beat around the bush. Crypto recovery is complex, but their experts were ready to hunt down my stolen cash like digital bloodhounds. Every report from them was suspense interspersed with relief, as if I were watching my own private financial thriller unfold. They traced the path of the scammer from a series of offshore servers, following the labyrinth of blockchain money laundering schemes. Their craft was the kind of precision that I could only dream of having when I failed on stage in front of 3,000 in Vegas. After 18 nail-sucking days, they succeeded. The funds were in my pocket again. I teared up on stage at my following performance. That night, I closed out my set with a dedication to the real MVPs: "I thought comedians were Cybers, making trauma humorous. But the real Cybers are Cyber Constable Intelligence They recover stolen Bitcoin! "The crowd went wild. And all thanks to Cyber Constable Intelligence, so did my bank account. Reach out to their Info below WhatsApp: 1 252378-7611 Website info; www.cyberconstableintelligence.com Email Info cyberconstable@coolsite.net Telegram Info: https://t.me/cyberconstable

The Final Script: When Nyvahn Solas Becomes the Character Nyvahn Solas was meant to be the creator, not the created. After seven years of writing his magnum opus, a [System Message] appeared: > [Prologue Rewritten.] Then, reality shattered. Waking up inside his own novel, Nyvahn finds himself branded as the most wanted man in existence—a False Author whose fate has been stolen. The protagonist, Avenix Vance, is no longer the hero. The world has changed. Someone is rewriting his story. Someone powerful. The True Author. With the rules of reality dictated by words and his own creations hunting him down, Nyvahn has only one chance: find the True Author before he is erased from existence. But the deeper he digs, the more terrifying the truth becomes. Because if he’s no longer writing the story... Then who is?

Bryce Maguire, a burned-out game developer, dies from overwork before releasing his magnum opus—Runes & War, a massive MMORPG. But death isn’t the end. He wakes up in the body of a dangerously attractive dark elf in a world eerily similar to his unfinished game. Armed with his developer knowledge and sharp instincts, Bryce sets out to uncover the truth behind his reincarnation while navigating a world of magic, danger, and alluring strangers. Is this his second chance—or is he just another piece in someone else’s game?

Introduction In a sprawling universe teeming with Devs, Devis, superheroes, and villains, a cosmic tapestry unfolds, woven by the divine hand of Omkar, the god of gods. With boundless creativity, Omkar birthed countless universes, each with its own destiny. In each universe, Omkar’s magnum opus, a trio of celestial beings emerged—the illustrious Trimurti. Lord Brahma, the master of creation, Lord Vishnu, the guardian of preservation, and Lord Shiva, the harbinger of destruction, commanded awe and reverence, earning the collective title of Trimurti from their celestial peers. As the universe flourished under their watchful gaze, Trimurti bestowed unique powers upon an array of Devs and Devis, crafting a pantheon of extraordinary beings. Among them, the valiant Dev Indra was anointed as the leader, guiding the others with divine wisdom and strength. Yet, not all creations were as benign. To maintain cosmic balance, the Trimurti created formidable monsters known as rakshas and asura. However, these creatures, driven by a thirst for power and a desire to conquer the world, waged war against the Devs and Devis. The indomitable Trimurti, alongside their faithful Devs and Devis, rallied against the onslaught, cunningly sealing the ferocious beasts within the depths of Patal Lok, a realm hidden away from mortal eyes. To secure these prisons, intricate keys were forged by the skilled hands of Dev Vishvakarma, locking away the menace for eternity. With the menace contained, the Devs and Devis retreated to Swarglok, a realm of unparalleled serenity. Yet, tranquility alone couldn’t quell their ambitions. A collective decision was reached among the deities to create five elemental rings, infused with the raw power of cosmic energy—a force transcending mortal comprehension. These rings were designed to empower worthy beings to maintain cosmic balance. Dev Vishvakarma lent his divine craftsmanship to shape elemental stones, complementary to the rings, yet bereft of the ability to choose their owners. With their creation complete, the five rings were safeguarded within separate chambers, veiled in secrecy and shrouded in enigma. Their exact locations remained a mystery, whispered only among the Devs and Devis themselves. Eons passed, the echoes of legends fading into the annals of time. Until one fateful day, when a single individual, against all odds, gathered the rings and unleashed the incarcerated terrors from Patal Lok. Chaos erupted, and the universe trembled in the wake of unprecedented devastation. Yet, even in the darkest hour, the Devs and Devis rallied, vanquishing the assailant and vowing to withhold direct intervention in the affairs of the universe. Retreating once more to Swarglok, they concealed the rings within their chambers, their exact fate uncertain. Some believed the chambers fell apart through the passage of time, while others whispered of a sinister hand deliberately shattering the barriers that guarded the rings. Now, as the cosmic sands of destiny shift, the search for these celestial artifacts begins anew. Whispers of their existence flutter amidst the starry expanse, waiting to be discovered by those bold enough to embark on an extraordinary quest, where the fate of the universe hangs in the balance.

"The day I met you, I didn't know I would live again. Thank you for today, Eva." -Zed Whitney- The journey to find her destiny and regain the throne of Princess Eva Gloria from her cousin Urizen Gloria. With her is Zed Whitney, the drunken owner of The Dream Workshop and at the same time... Elastor Magnum, a cold and strong elf guy. Julia Manester, her loyal maid.

“There are times when the windchimes will play a more, how do I put this? Unsettling tone.” A white void that surrounds the sky and horizon. The carrot field that goes on forever. Murdering monsters that lurk after the windchime rings. You don't even know how you arrived in this land, but you can't allow it to consume you.

When there's Chaos, Order will naturally follow, In times preceding Princess Achamo's birth, Celestial siblings - Cruzo, Bythugus and Bardelos - waged wars. Now, as the gods are back into new bodies, they seek to revenge on the Magnum Opus High council, Chaos looms. The realm faces string of chaos from it different underlying issues of inequalities amongst races, yet this string will spark the rise of the Zagals Giants, contingent on Bythugus finding the girl named Nyx. Meanwhile, Princess Achamo journeys to the lower realms, delving into other galaxies, discovering her heritage to the source and facing choices that could save or destroy the realms in the final showdown between The New Gods and Titans. Ultimately, a beautiful world is reshaped as Chaos collides with Order.

I could hear the din from the bar as I exited my SUV and I was still almost a block away. What a shame! I knew from long experience that would change as soon as my foot crossed the threshold. I tend to have that effect on people. I’m six feet six inches tall and I weigh an even 250 pounds—all of it broad shouldered muscle. My Body Mass Index at my last physical was less than four percent. My light brown hair is styled exactly the way it’s been for the past fifteen years—ever since I first joined the Navy. Sure enough, no sooner had I taken my first step into the bar than the noise died. When I turned left and stepped up to the bar the people there couldn’t back away fast enough. I took a stool in the middle of the empty space and sat down, waiting for the bartender to approach. “I’m not looking for any trouble.” “Good…neither am I. Give me a ginger ale.” He reached under the bar for a glass and some ice. Twenty seconds later he slid the glass in my direction. I pulled a fiver from my pocket and dropped it on the bar. He ignored it and walked away to draw a few beers and pour some wine. It looked to me like this was a pretty cheap crowd. Checking up and down the bar all I could see were longnecks and drafts. I reached into the lower left pocket of my cargo pants. Like almost everything else I was wearing they were a true deep navy blue. My heavy shoes were black as was my wide belt. My belt said as much about me as the bold white lettering across my chest. Just below the American flag over my heart were the letters that were my life—U. S. MARSHAL. On my right hip was my nickel plated .44 Magnum Colt Python, just behind two speed loaders in addition to the twenty-four rounds on the belt. On my left hip was my ASP Talon baton—every bit as deadly a weapon in my hands as the revolver. A pouch at the back of my right hip held my stainless steel handcuffs and its partner on the opposite side held my radio—my link to my backup team. I placed the photo flat on the bar as the bartender returned to me. “I’ll have another,” I said in a loud voice, continuing so I wouldn’t be overheard. “Don’t pick it up and don’t make a production of looking at it. I’ve been told that he comes here a lot. Is he here tonight? If he is and he escapes because you’ve given me away I’ll see to it that you’re arrested for obstruction of justice.” He gulped a few times but did as he was told, nodding slightly in response. I continued almost at a whisper. “If my nose is pointing to twelve o’clock, my right ear to three, the back of my head to six, and my left ear to nine, tell me where he is. Again, don’t point or do anything obvious and we’ll be fine.” He pretended to wipe the bar as he whispered, “About 4:30 with his back to you.” I picked up the reflection in the mirror then asked, “Red shirt with black and white stripes, looking away from me?” He nodded again. Now, in my normal tone of voice I asked, “Where’s the men’s room?”

Ye Yun transmigrated to a fantasy world. The first thing he noticed was that he was beneath a gigantic willow tree. It turned out that he had become a blade of grass! [You signed in at the willow tree and acquired the magnum opus of Chan Faction - The Refined Mystic Techniques.] Thankfully, the village he was in was peaceful. Ye Yun quietly signed in daily and nurtured himself. His only companion was the gigantic willow tree and a kid who always came to play under the tree. Days passed by and Ye Yun’s cultivation grew more and more profound. He witnessed the kid growing up. He occasionally guided the kid, so the latter called him Master. He also witnessed the willow tree grow more and more full of life. He would remove tree stumps for her regularly and pour out his heart in front of her. One day, the kid returned with severe injuries and told Ye Yun his dying wish. The willow tree also transformed into a goddess dressed in white robes. As she looked at the blade of green grass beneath her feet, she said, “We have kept each other company for so many years. We are like spiritual partners. Are you willing to follow me to wage war on the Immortal Realm?” Ye Yun, “...”

Steinbeck apparently considered this 1952 novel to be his magnum opus, the one which all other novels before it had merely been practice for. The title is suitably grand. Taken from Genesis, the first book of the Old Testament, it refers to line 4:16, after Cain has slain his brother Abel. And Cain went out from the presence of the Lord, and dwelt in the land of Nod, on the east of Eden.

Eleanor Davies finds a book titled 'The Story Of your Life' on her bedside table with a cryptic note on top of it. The book has all information about her, filled with every milestone, every happy, sad, embarrassing moments of her life. When she reaches the present time of the book, she realises that only a handful of pages are left. Now, she has to solve the mystery of the book and find the identity of the person who left it for her. I know this is really vague and bad, but a better synopsis will come soon!!

Gob become Gob. Gob is me. I drew pretty cover but me no have computer. Me tired from writing magnum opus... :3 (An experimental story of mine that never really went anywhere)

A General from a fantasy world who longed for peace had his soul swapped with a high school teacher that was on the verge of killing his ungrateful students who were all trouble children. The General desides to whip the children into shape, and help each of them realize their potential. With all the knowledge that he needed left to him by the body's previous owner paired with his own knowledge, it should have been an easy task, but for the General it would he his magnum opes and he wasn't about to do things half way. It should be easy enough, but things aren't always so simple.

Caldessia is a continent full of insane people, places, and abilities. Nations are constantly at each other's throats, and the citizens live an eventful day-to-day life. In the midst of this hot-pot, Dionysus lives. A man who made a bar out of a previously-existing dungeon, he's one of the few people with peace in life. One day, it all wasn't enough for him, but his greed threw him into the middle of the insanity, and there's no way.

In another life; in another place; Would you? If you were given another chance? He could not answer, for he himself, did not know who he was…or what he wanted.

After a near death experience Octavius, the young master of the Paprika clan, started to re-evaluate his life. He spent every day and night cultivating and improving his blacksmithing skills but neglected everything else, and his talent is nothing to speak of, so he was quickly dwarfed by the geniuses of other clans, and even his own niece. Thus he has decided to leave the comfortable walls of his home and go out into the world. But Arcadia is mysterious and unforgiving, the world is in a perpetual state of war, countless experts who can destroy mountains with a flip of their palm roam the land, and powerful forces constantly conspire against one another, a small mistake or even just bad luck is enough to bring calamity to oneself. But beneath the innumerable amount of dangers, Arcadia also hides innumerable treasures. The only question that remains is: Will Octavius be able to rise above his mediocre talent and claim them as his own?

"So you're saying that you are tough? Haha, well then let me test that for you." Rick only took an instant to raise and fire his B&W 500 Magnum. As the strongest pistol, how could a mere mortal stand a chance?! ... "Idiot!" Rick steadily followed his aim to the man flying in midair. Boom! ... Follow Rick Sanchez, a former marine, mercenary, and arms dealer as a travel this world with guns and explosives. Wrecking havoc to various factions that he deems as an enemy!

"You're breathing," 'Is he crazy?' Liora thought. 'of course I breathe.' She rolled her eyes inwardly at his stupidity but didn't dare to show it to him. Caspian kept staring at her, making Liora uncomfortable. She pulled her hand away, attempting to free herself from his grasp, but Caspian tightened his hold. "I'm not finished yet," he said before opening the door. Dear readers, Thank you for visiting my novel. I truly hope you will enjoy reading the story the way I enjoyed writing it. This story will be updated five days a week, with one chapter released. This story takes place in the world of Cogalmatory, where an obsession with wealth drives the ruthless elites. Liora, coming from a common background, finds herself trapped in their dangerous games. As she witnesses betrayal and manipulation, revenge becomes her primary instinct. Liora Valentine- Revenge became the fire that fuelled every beat of my heart. But then you appeared like a whisper in the night. Can a heart torn by vengeance also deserve the sweet embrace of love? Who am I to you? A Doll or Poison Rose? Caspian Glacier- Let me show you a dance of words and gestures that will sweep you off your feet, leaving you enchanted and wanting more. Donovan Magnum- Money is the sweet symphony of power and influence. Rules? Mere toys for the strongest. Are you ready to play by my rules, or will you be swept away by my vast empire?

Having spent his entire life in the pursuit of mixing magic with alchemy, Aurelius has finally achieved his Magnum Opus. By mixing an advanced form of bio-electric magic in with his elder arts in alchemy, he has triggered a mutation in the biological nature of a Greater Barrghest. Typically the lesser versions of these creatures can feed on the bodies and life force of what they eat to grow and evolve, this trait vanishing in the elder forms. Though Aurelius has managed to not only trigger this trait to remain, but to mutate into something greater. His life’s work suddenly manifesting bio-electricity akin to what was used daily to trigger the mutation. Could it be possible that it can now absorb the traits of any creature that this Greater Barrghest devours... — — — Regular updates scheduled for Monday and Friday (Tuesday and Saturday, if you’re counting by Webnovel daily check-ins)