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Empire of Butuan

Alexis Francisco, a gifted young man from a wealthy and historic lineage in modern-day Butuan, Philippines, is betrayed and murdered by envious relatives. Yet, fate grants him a second chance. Reincarnated as Siagu Alexie, heir to the Empire of Butuan in an alternate universe, he must navigate a world of politics, warfare, and monarchy. Armed with his modern knowledge and unwavering resolve, Siagu embarks on a journey to unite a fragmented empire, uphold its sovereignty, and forge a legacy of prosperity amidst the tumultuous tides of history. A gripping tale of ambition, resilience, and the burden of destiny. Notice: This novel is not intended to insult or degrade any culture, race, ethnicity, or religion. If ever you are offended because of this novel, I would like to apologize in advance. Also, English isn't my first language so please bear with the repetitive words, grammatical error, and wrong usage of filler words, and many more. Hope you understand GENRES: Low-Fantasy, Alternate Universe, History, Racism, Kingdom Building, Romance, Wars, Low-History, Non-Harem, Monarchy, & Religion --------------------------------------------------------- Hi everyone. I am Holy_Slayer, a newbie writer based in the Philippines. This novel is inspired by my hometown’s history and my love for monarchy. I would like to apologize in advance as this novel might be offensive to some readers who are too nationalistic. If you ever wanted to read this, be open-minded and forget your lesson in our history as this novel will not be touching 100% in history despite having a ‘history’ as one of its genres, but I am trying to incorporate some historical events and people in my story. NOTE: The Rajahnate of Butuan is a real kingdom that existed in 988. For discord server: https://discord.com/invite/KMmszZ3Crv
Holy_Slayer · 656.3K Views

B Empire

In an era once ravaged by war, pride, and bloodline, four formidable kings broke the cycle of division and forged unity—establishing the B Empire, a colossal alliance uniting the East (Asya), West (Amerck), North (Arct), and South (Afrik). A century has passed since that unification. The dream of harmony lives on… yet so do its shadows. Suspended above the fractured territories, the ethereal capital of La Mer radiates—a marvel of magitek and memory, sustained by ancient seals and protected by the enigmatic Voices of Order. Within its luminous walls, humans, beastkin, hybrids, elementals, and long-forgotten races coexist in a fragile equilibrium. But peace was never meant to last. Beneath the Empire’s shining façade, dormant enemies awaken, forbidden forces resurface, and the scars of history begin to bleed anew. Across scorched deserts, enchanted ruins, frozen frontiers, and submerged cities, a new generation rises—each marked by fate, haunted by legacy, or driven by an unrelenting hunger for change. They may not yet be heroes… but they have been chosen. Among them: • Solla, an orphan from East Asya with a hidden power and an unshakable desire to find her place in the world. • Doniglao and Ariane, centaurian twins from the wild plains, caught between duty and rebellion. • Van Staden, a fugitive prince from the South, fleeing royal chains to forge his own path. • Nate, a tiger-blooded warrior from the Wild Tribes, determined to reclaim a future denied by war and social hierarchy. • Suthra, a silent water-blade wielder, quietly steering through uncertainty with grief and unwavering resolve. • Eula, a rogue hunter bearing secrets, scars, and unmatched aim. • Mr. Wills, a wordless woodborne drifter burdened with dangerous knowledge and an even more dangerous heart. Tested by ancient rites, watched by unseen forces, and torn by lingering allegiances, these thirty-one candidates are bound into ten unpredictable teams to face the Empire’s final challenge: to survive not only the trials ahead… but each other. As bonds fray and destinies collide, one question echoes through the marble halls of the Citadel: Will they honor the legacy of the Four Kings… or break it, and build a new empire from the ashes of the old?
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Perfect immortal

Perfect Immortal: Chapter One — Birth in the Abyss Realm of Ten Desolations — Veiled Abyss Valley Thunder roared across the heavens. Beneath a black sky pierced by a triple eclipse, the mountains cried and the stars trembled. Amidst a storm of violet lightning and blood rain, a woman screamed—not in fear, but in defiance. Her robes were torn and stained with sacred blood, her long silver hair clinging to her face. She clutched her swollen belly, breath ragged, as a tear rolled down her cheek and sizzled against the burning ground. "Even the heavens fear him… You are destined to be hunted… But you will live, my son." The woman was Shen Liyue, last of the Void Oracles, hidden deep in the Veiled Abyss Valley. Around her, space itself trembled. Shadowy figures in silver armor circled from above, bearing the symbol of the Heavenly Vow Sect—a cracked ring swallowing a star. One among them descended slowly, face half-covered by a mask of bone. "You, Shen Liyue, have broken the Pact. That child must not be born." She spat blood, then smiled. "You sealed my husband’s fate. But this one… is beyond fate." Lightning struck as her scream echoed through the skies. The storm parted. A child was born—silent. No cries. No breath. No heartbeat. Yet, he opened his eyes, black as the abyss, glowing faintly violet. Space cracked around him. The masked man stepped back, trembling. "W-what is this aura…" But the woman was already gone. With her last breath, she whispered a name into the child’s ear and tossed him into the chasm of the Veiled Abyss. > “Xian Wuheng… never let the heavens write your path.” He fell—through space, through time, into the Void Beyond the Sky. Where no child should have survived. But he did. --- Years Later — Outer Mortal Realm A small village called Dustbone Hamlet lived in the shadow of a broken mountain. One rainy night, a boy in ragged robes stood atop the cliffs, staring into the dark clouds, eyes glowing faintly violet. He had no family. No name. Only an old whisper echoed in his dreams: “Never let the heavens write your path.
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