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Conan The Barbarian Theology Civilization

Global Creation: Beginning with Binding a God Simulator

[Creation + Simulator + All Heavens and Worlds] In this world, everyone can become a creator and obtain their unique planet. Dinosaur civilization, angel civilization, monster civilization, Ultraman civilization. One incredible race after another is born in the hands of the creators. Bai Ze had just crossed over and inherited the simulator system. Continuously simulating the development of the planet and the changes in civilization, with talent selections to assist the host in becoming stronger. [Transcendent Arrival (Purple Talent)] : Can accelerate the evolution of creatures to reach extraordinary levels. [Mysterious Visitor (Purple Talent)] : Among creatures, they can hear mysterious voices from outer space. Is it an opportunity or destruction? [Lord of the Great Wilderness (Gold Talent)] : During the evolution of creatures, they will receive blessings from ancient gods. [Spiritual Revival (Red Talent)] : With the blessing of the world, spiritual energy begins to revive, the overall development of the world accelerates ten thousand times, and life evolves to its peak moment! …… One day, when the cosmic races besieged humans and the apocalypse arrived. Standing above the nine heavens, Bai Ze emerged. Behind him were tens of thousands of monster legions and ancient wilderness legions. In confrontation, the races trembled, and the heavens bowed. All the races shouted in unison, “Dad Bai, we were wrong!”
LordoftheReader · 246.3K Views

Reborn as the Iron Queen: Love and Gunpowder in the Civil War

21 century Wall Street financial analyst Victoria Clarke travels to the American South in 1861 in a car accident and becomes the infamous widow Eleanor Van der Lyn-a serpentine woman recorded in history as having been “hanged by the neck on the eve of the inauguration of Abraham Lincoln for treason”. Lincoln on the eve of his inauguration for treason”. She looks in the mirror at her original character's flaming lips and waist, and sneers, “A villain? No, I'll make both the North and South kneel and tremble under my skirt!” Clutching the mysterious diary left behind by the original owner in her left hand (which records the dirty dealings between the Southern aristocrats and the Northern politicians), and carrying the three mysterious “adopted sons” in her right hand (which are actually the artificial war machines in the Southern secret laboratories), Eleanor kicked away Alexander Hawthorne, the plantation owner who tries to control her by marriage, and threw the champagne into her hand, and then kicked her out of the room. Hawthorne, who pours champagne on a slave-state legislator's marriage agreement: “I have only two rules for parenting: teach my children to level slave estates with dynamite, and teach them to turn Northern generals with love letters.” --When the New York Times ridiculed her as a “slut stirring up the war through nepotism,” she took her adopted children to burn cotton fields live and force Lincoln to sign the Early Emancipation Proclamation; when Northern spies kidnapped her children, she backhandedly exposed the gold smuggling chain between General Grant and the Bank of the South, which was featured in the Washington Post. When Northern spies kidnapped her children, she backhandedly exposed the gold smuggling chain between General Grant and the Bank of the South, making headlines in the Washington Post: “Thanks to the arms sent by the enemy, I am now the first female arms dealer and interim Secretary of State of the United States of America.
Cyrusngoo · 36.9K Views

HIGHER LIFE FORM

What does it mean to be a peak civilization? A level that stood at the very top of what creation had to offer! A level so advanced that their technological advancement had surpassed nature and was nearing the essence of creation! Since the beginning of creation itself only Five Civilizations have been able to attain Level Nine enlightenment. Among the five Civilizations, only the first ever civilization to attain Level 9 enlightenment were favoured by the Creator of the Universe himself, this civilization commanded awe and fear throughout the Wider Universe standing at the very peak of all existence, this civilization were known as the Primordials dubbed the Proxy of the creator by all the other civilizations. But the Wider Universe is thrown into chaos when a new civilization emerges and rapidly breaks through all of the levels at a frightening rate to reach peak Level 8 enlightenment, only a step away from the pinnacle but before they could cross the last threshold, the Primordial attack almost wiping the entire civilization from existence. The remaining survivors of this civilization managed to escape the pursuit of the Primordials and escaped to a hidden planet on the edge of creation. Two million years later, a young patriach of the fallen civilization who have inherited his civilization full legacy rises on earth and gather his forces to fight his way back to where his civilization rightfully belong, at the peak! ___________________________________ If you've read the entire synopsis, then I recommend you start reading it, it only gets better and better!
Sky_Piecer · 122.5K Views

The Barbarian’s Bride

Taken. Bound. Claimed. Vesaria was a lady of the south, refined, educated, untouchable. Until the night the rogue Northmen came. Stolen from her home, dragged across a frozen, unforgiving land, she is forced to wed the warlord who led the raid. Khan Azgar, the Black Wolf. A beast of a man, feared even among his own kind. But Vesaria refuses to break. She fights, she resists, she runs. And yet, no matter how far she goes, he always brings her back—stronger, faster, hungrier than before. He welcomes her fight, watches her struggle with a knowing, infuriating smirk. Every act of defiance only seems to amuse him, every escape attempt only tightens his hold. "You can seethe all you want," he murmurs, his breath hot against her ear. "But you are my wife now. And whether it’s tomorrow, next week, or moons from now..." His grip tightens, his voice dark with promise. "We both know exactly where you’ll end up—under me, gasping for more." How long must she endure this before her uncle’s men come for her? If they come at all. If there’s anything left of her to save. But hatred burns close to passion. And the more she fights him, the more she feels the heat in his gaze, the possessive weight of his touch, the undeniable pull of something dangerous and forbidden. "You think I don’t see it?" he taunts, pressing her against the furs. "The way your body betrays you, little rabbit? You fight me with every breath, and yet, you shudder so sweetly at my touch." She is his prisoner. His bride. And if she isn’t careful, she won’t just belong to him—she’ll want to.
QuillMistress · 17.4K Views
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