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Follow August Finn in his journey and survival through the world of Centuury, along with his friends Angeline Ross, Erik Rubbard, Bren Anglewood, and Betty Snow and the many companions who they will meet along the way. As the drums and echoes of war ravages the continent of Arkanus, sparing only the once Capital Region that had now turned desolate due to a tragic past. But in its desolation, sprung the seeds of an evergreen forest, the Lonelywood forest, it is one of the many great forest that encircles and shields the Great Cauldron of Arkanus from the influence of the outside world. --- https://discord.gg/akzduuBC

At 12 years old, most children idolize superheroes, dressing up as them, and buying their figurines. Riley, however, killed his first. Join Riley in his adventure to become the entity feared by both superheroes and supervillains alike. A super serial killer. Warning: Very edgy. MC is on the spectrum.

Ren Kuroda, a college student and hardcore gamer, finally conquers Eternal Souls: Last Judgment, an unbeatable RPG, only to be met with a strange message on his screen. “Congratulations, Champion. Would you like to unlock the bonus stage?” When he clicks "Yes," he is transported straight into the game world, reborn as Terence Ross, the overlooked third son of a minor noble family. Realizing he’s just an extra in a world teetering on ruin, Ren trains relentlessly to survive the coming chaos. However, life wasn’t smooth sailing. He was soon engaged to Lilith Underwood, the girl destined to become the game’s final boss, the Third Great Calamity. To avoid her devastating future, Ren takes a risky approach, trying to make Lilith emotionally dependent on him in the hopes of anchoring her humanity. Yet, his plan backfires spectacularly. Lilith’s attachment becomes a fierce obsession, one that could be just as dangerous as her dark powers. Now, as doom inches closer, Ren faces a double-edged crisis. He must keep Lilith’s powers in check while somehow surviving her unrelenting need to keep him by her side. In a world where even heroes fall, can an extra rewrite his fate? Or will he be claimed by the calamity he tried to prevent? ----- 100 power stones = 1 extra chapter

Lucas Ross was a poor boy and a orphan from Greenfield.He was being oppressed by his guardian Mrs Smith whom his grandfather entrusted to take care of him before his death, and together with her son makes Lucas life a living hellwhat happens when Lucas has had enough of the bullying and oppression of both Mrs Smith and her son....what happens when life gives him a second chance......

Daphne Ross was a rising star in Steel City and was taking Hollywood by storm but her shiny life and career crashed down after she was betrayed and framed by her stepsister and a man who swore he loved her to the moon and back. After being unjustly convicted, she spends two years behind bars. Emerging from prison, Daphne is not the same woman she once was and is out for the blood of those who wronged her. Daphne embarks on a journey to expose her transgressors, destroy their lives and take back her crown. But the journey ahead can't be embarked on alone, so she seeks help from Quinn Cy who becomes her business partner and maybe something more.

Detective Lucas Ross solves a high-profile murder but is soon framed and hunted. Fleeing, he uncovers a vast conspiracy manipulating reality itself. Aided by mysterious figures yet constantly pursued, he pieces together fragments of a hidden truth. As danger escalates, Lucas must decide who to trust before the unseen forces erase him entirely.

The infamous White Clan robbed A-rank investigator James Ross's happiness by setting his house on fire, and—! Ross wants to get revenge on them after that event, but he must overcome obstacles to reach the leader of the White Clan with his allies.

The air in my chocolate lab still smells like cocoa and regret. I’d spent years perfecting single-origin truffles, roasting beans until they gleamed like obsidian, and stashing Bitcoin profits in a wallet I’d named “Cocoa Reserve.” That wallet held $265,000, a golden ticket to expand my empire with a flagship store in Brussels. And then, with one click on a spoofed bill labeled "Belgian Chocolate Molds – Urgent Payment," my crypto was gone faster than a caramel drip on a hotplate. The swindle was a masterclass of nastiness. Contact WhatsApp: +1 (443) 859 - 2886 Email @ digitaltechguard.com Telegram: digitaltechguard.com Website link: digitaltechguard.com The email mimicked my actual supplier's fonts, logos, even their typo-ridden English ("Kindly proceed the transfer immediately"). I'd been fooled by digital drag-and-drop. My heart sank as I watched the transaction confirmation flash tauntingly on-screen a spinning wheel of death where my life's work once dwelled. My accountant hyperventilated into a bag of cocoa nibs. My CFO threatened to "quit and become a beekeeper." And me? I stared into the blockchain explorer, tracing my Bitcoin's path through a hydra of mixers and offshore wallets, each one a nail in my entrepreneurial coffin. A midnight Slack rant in a food founders' group summoned a lifeline: Digital Tech Guard Recovery. Their name materialized between messages about shelf-stable ganache and FDA audits. Skeptical but spiraling, I slid into their DMs like a kid begging for a Halloween candy refill. Within hours, their team examined the theft with the finesse of a chocolatier tempering couverture. They tracked the scammer's twisting layers of fake KYC docs, Malta shell companies, and a Cypriot payment processor fishier than a truffle oil factory. Digital's forensic team became my avengers in hoodies. They collaborated with regulators from four countries, subpoenaing exchanges and freezing accounts mid-launder. The scammers, it turned out, had gotten greedy, siphoning funds into a stable coin wallet that had been flagged for "excessive hot sauce purchases" (no, really). Thirteen days later, I received a PDF titled "Recovery Complete" and a screenshot of my recovered wallet. No fanfare, no blare of trumpet, just the subdued hum of justice served cold, like a dark chocolate gelato. Digital Tech Guard Recovery not only saved my nest egg; they unraveled a fraud ring that is now in Interpol's sights. My Brussels boutique opens next spring, its safes guarded by triple-authentication and a paranoia so thick you could cut it into bonbons. I've even added a company motto: "Trust no one especially if they claim to sell Belgian molds." If your crypto dissolves into the digital ether, skip the panic attack. Call the Digital. They're the magic between catastrophe and resiliency. Just maybe screen your vendors twice, and keep the cocoa nibs handy for emergencies.

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(This Story Takes Place In AU So, Don't Expect To Go Things As It Was In the Original Mahabharat.) Hindu x Greek x Norse (Mythologies Included) ******************* My name is Aditya. I am a seventeen-year-old who used to live in Kurukshetra, Haryana, and, of course, an orphan. Life was ordinary until a tragic accident took me away from the modern world—only to be reborn in a time I had only read about in history books: the Mahabharata era. As for how I got to this conclusion? Well, the answer to that question lies with the man-god sitting far away from me with a mischievous smile on his handsome face—Lord Krishna. It seems my memories awakened at a significant moment: the Swayamvara of Draupadi. Standing amidst an assembly of kings and warriors, I watch as Karna is insulted and humiliated for his lower caste. The tension in the air was palpable, and I realized that I was witnessing one of the most pivotal events in the Mahabharata. My heart raced with both excitement and dread. But as I tried to process this, something even stranger happened—a voice echoed in my mind. [Welcome, User! You have activated the Gacha System.] What on earth? Or rather, what in the Mahabharata? Before I could even fully comprehend the situation, I felt a strange pull within me, like an invisible force connecting me to something far greater. The system interface appeared in front of my eyes, listing various abilities, weapons, and companions—all locked behind a gacha mechanism. Apparently, I had been reincarnated not just as a mere observer but with a cheat ability straight out of a video game. The Gacha System allowed me to draw random skills, weapons, or even templates from the grand pool of every mythological lore. But there was a catch: each draw required "Fate Points," and earning those points meant altering the events of this world. As I stood there, watching the unfolding drama with Karna, I realized that I was no longer just a bystander. I had the power to change history, for better or worse. But meddling with destiny in such a grand tale came with unimaginable consequences. What if I anger the gods? What if I change the fate of heroes like Arjuna, Karna, or Bhishma? The weight of it all hit me like a thunderbolt. Still, one thing was certain—I couldn't let things play out the way they did in the original story, not if I had the power to make things right. With the Gacha System at my side, I had the chance to rewrite the Mahabharata itself. But I needed to be cautious. Lord Krishna’s knowing gaze seemed to pierce through me as if he already knew about my unique circumstances. Was he testing me? Guiding me? Or simply waiting to see how my actions would shape the future? Then let's start with this event itself. ********************** Disclaimer: Remember, this is a fanfiction about Mahabharata. Not "Original" Mahabharata. I have no intention to harm anyone's religious belief, I am just writing a what-if story from my perspective. If you don't like it, So I kindly request you not read further this.

Universe-933, a young 15 year old boy who wants to live a normal life has been sent to earth by the help of Grandpa Odin-933 & Uncle Thor-933 of Asgard-933, a Zorganian Prince blends in with normal people.

Sickly Samantha wished for a healthy body. She got it, but with a catch: a demanding ghost system! Now, she must complete insane workout challenges and find love, or risk becoming a hulking, anemic nightmare. Can she survive the chaos?

In the frostbitten north, whispers drift on the wind—of a masked wanderer with a fox-like grin, twin blades flashing like winter lightning, carving a path toward an unspoken crown. Beneath the frozen lake, an old brute with silver hair gnaws on raw meat, his laughter echoing through the depths. A toothless servant shuffles in the shadows, a sword-box strapped to his bent back, its contents rattling with secrets. High atop a jagged peak, a young sage rides a dusty green ox, gazing at the world below with eyes too old for his face, yet he never steps beyond the ridge. And somewhere in the wild, a girl with a sunflower slung over her shoulder rides a hulking beast, her smile warm as summer, her hands cold with blood. In a realm where snow buries the past and storms herald the future, their paths are destined to cross—but for glory, vengeance, or something darker still? The wind knows, but it keeps its silence.

I died. That's obvious. But I was reborn. How? Don't ask me. Maybe it was some god. A divine being? Ah- It doesn't matter. My life burned away and now- well I'm stuck here in this black void. This dungeon. Maybe I had lived a pious last life. Laughable as that was. But I was given a second chance. Told to grow my dungeon, to create hulking monstrosities that would destroy the world. In short, I am now a villain. I am the consciousness of the dungeon, the little orb at the end my body. And still I live. A projection of a body is created - a trap - and I am that. I am the one to guide foolish adventurers to their death. My looks are curated. Soft features that entrap the mind. I am the dungeon. I am the projection, I am human, and I am the dungeon. And I will conquer all. Every being will bow before my might. "Before you're cuteness~" Ah- heh- that too... help... I didn't ask to look this cute!

In the year 4367, space is no longer the final frontier—it’s a playground for the rich, a network of luxury stations, high-stakes casinos, and floating estates orbiting the dying planet below. Earth, overcrowded and crumbling under political chaos, is a prison for those who can’t afford to leave. The universe belongs to the powerful. Or so they think. Emerald Voss never asked for a legacy. She built her own fortune through a wildly successful startup, but her father’s name still looms over her—one of the wealthiest resort tycoons in the galaxy, a man who owns entire moons. She’s never had to fight for anything, never had to care about anything beyond the next exclusive party or million-credit business deal. But all of that changes when one reckless, sleep-deprived decision leads her to stumble—half-conscious and starving—into the office of Lumina Zevaris. Lumina is a Krexal, a hulking reptilian warrior-diplomat feared across the stars. As one of the galactic ambassadors, she holds the fragile peace between humanity and the ancient alien civilizations that barely tolerate them. Cold, calculating, and battle-scarred, Lumina has spent years ensuring that humans don’t push too far, don’t step on the wrong toes, don’t ignite a war they can’t win. But the war is already here. A shadow moves across the galaxy—something ancient, something powerful, something that sees humans and all their petty wealth as nothing more than fuel. The great space stations and their golden towers will burn. The rich will flee, but there will be nowhere left to run. And somehow, Emerald is at the center of it all. She doesn’t know why. She doesn’t know how. But the universe—cold, uncaring, and infinite—has chosen her. And whether she likes it or not, she’s about to learn that some things are worth fighting for. That money can’t buy survival. And that in the end, the universe owes her nothing. This is the universe owes her nothing by yours truly. This is for an english project lmao.

"Lugh woke up to find that he had transmigrated to a hundred million years later. Earth was now in the midst of a magical era, where mages were icons of nobility, commanding the energies of the world and unleashing devastating spells. Despite his transmigration, Lugh realized that he was a piece of trash when it came to magic, but just as he was giving up on being a mage, he realized in shock that the world’s magics were written in English! Unimaginable power could be obtained when the incantations are read. Saying Thousandfold Meditation accelerated training by ten thousand times, allowing one to reach the level of Archwizard in a single day. Likewise, saying Super Flame Dragon would conjure a divine dragon of flames that stood ten thousand meters tall, while Billion Thunderbolts would summon dark clouds, with a billion thunderbolts descending upon a target in the blink of an eye. Hence, with this special talent, Lugh became the youngest God of Mystics in the era of magic under a year! "

After being set up, Ye Bei succumbed to his injuries and died. He awakened, only to realize that he had transmigrated into a python on a deserted island! In order to survive and avenge himself, Ye Bei began to evolve step by step from a small python. Now, placed in the Amazon jungle, death awaited him at every turn. Giant Pythons that could swallow the sky, Golden Beasts, massive dragons of old, real dragons…! And this was only just the beginning– Consuming prey triggered evolution. Hence, he continuously consumed prey to evolve even further! It didn’t matter if they were Captain America, the Hulk, Alien, Predator, Ultraman, Godzilla, Superman…

In a world where memories can be implanted, edited, and even stolen, the lines between reality and fiction are constantly blurred. Julian Ross, a man with fragmented memories and a past shrouded in mystery, finds himself at the center of a catastrophic event that threatens to upend the fragile balance of power in a world controlled by powerful corporations and clandestine organizations. As he navigates the treacherous landscape of his own mind and the world around him, Julian Ross must confront the dark forces manipulating his reality and the true purpose of the mysterious facility where his journey began. With the help of an advanced AI and his own growing sense of self, he must fight to uncover the truth about his past, his identity, and the world he lives in. But as the stakes escalate and the body count rises, Julian Ross realizes that his memories, though fragmented and unreliable, may hold the key to unlocking the secrets of his world – or destroying it forever."

"Only in the chaos of war, will we thrive in bodies of steel..." In a future where humanity traded flesh for silicon salvation, the POLARIS archive was meant to be eternity—a digital Eden where war-torn souls fused into a timeless collective consciousness. But eternity, it turns out, has a glitch. By 135 ACE, whispers ripple through the void: entire sectors of POLARIS are going dark. Energy reserves bleed dry. Data streams fracture into echoes of their former selves. The survivors—now more code than human—splinter into warring factions, scavenging the corpse of the physical world through hulking VANGUARDs, ancient machines that once terraformed dead worlds. In this decaying paradox of unity and chaos, survival belongs to those who manipulate the shadows… Kagiro thrives in those shadows. A broker of secrets and stolen energy, he trades in the desperation of others, weaving alliances with mercenary AIs and data-pirates. His endgame? To claw his way to the heart of POLARIS, where the last flicker of power lies hidden. But ambition blinds him to the cyan-haired specter on his trail—a girl forged from the archive’s collapse, armed with a vendetta no algorithm can predict. She knows what broke POLARIS. She knows what Kagiro wants. And she’ll burn every sector to ash to bury the truth. =========================================== Cover Artist Credit: KU P.S: This is my first story so please be patient. Criticisms and feedbacks are all welcomed, but please be constructive and well reasoned. This novel will also be posted on Scribble Hub.

Everything was going well for Chleo's life when suddenly he found something unexpected as he got home early.... And found two shoes near the entrance.... one from a man, another from a woman A doubt is found across his mind as a faint sound is heard as he continuously walk.... Finding that the sound was coming from his/ their bedroom... He was devastated... As his mind churn due to varying emotions... Still with a trace of clarity he carefully open a gap in the door Put the camera of the smartphone into video mode... And recorded evidence... After having enough evidence Chleo couldn't bear all his restraint feelings.. choosing not to complicate things he walks absentmindedly... It was raining but he doesn't care as he walk, walk and walk without knowing where to as he question everything that happened and what to do afterwards... However clarity began to enter when he found himself in a crossroad and a truck was about to hit him... Memories of his life was playing as if flashback of everything was rotating in his eyes.... Happy times, sad times, all the memories came crashing.... Luckily the truck stopped in time... However a thunderbolt suddenly came struck him and he..... Died And is reborn.... In a parallel world

The Trouble After Death Jessie thought her biggest challenge was surviving high school drama—cheerleading tryouts, friendship fallouts, and a secret romance with her best friend’s brother. But everything changes when a chilling message arrives, exposing a deadly debt tied to her late brother’s mysterious past. Now, a dangerous man named Ross lurks in the shadows, demanding $150,000—or Jessie’s family will pay the price. With only a week to save them, Jessie must navigate a world of threats, betrayal, and dark secrets. But as trust shatters and enemies close in, will she uncover the truth before time runs out? In a world where danger hides behind every smile, Jessie’s greatest challenge isn’t high school—it’s surviving The Trouble After Death.

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Under the soft glow of dawn, the sea breeze gently swept across Azure Veil Isle. Young Phaethon stood gazing at the distant horizon, but inside, he was filled with confusion and unease. The people on the island had begun to question his identity: “You’re not the son of the Sun God! You don’t even have the golden eyes—how could you be a child of the gods?” Determined to prove his divine lineage, Phaethon set out on a journey to find his father, Helios. He crossed oceans and scaled mountains, and finally, he arrived at the magnificent, golden Sun Temple. Standing before his father, he pleaded, “Father, please believe me. I will become a son you can be proud of.” He asked to drive the Sun Chariot, hoping to prove his identity once and for all. Despite Helios’s repeated warnings about the dangers of controlling the Sun Chariot, Phaethon insisted on going through with it. But driving the chariot was far harder than he had imagined. The fiery steeds sensed his inexperience, and the chariot spiraled out of control, wreaking havoc across the sky, bringing both freezing cold and scorching flames to the earth below. What Phaethon didn’t know was that all of this was part of Zeus’s scheme. Zeus had long been undermining the Sun God’s family, plotting to have his own son, Apollo, replace Helios as the god of light. It was Zeus who had spread the rumors about Phaethon’s lineage, stirring up his impulsiveness and pushing him to make a fatal mistake. To "save" the world, Zeus, pretending to be the hero, unleashed a thunderbolt, striking Phaethon down from the sky. Phaethon fell into the River Eridanus, and his life came to an end. But the story didn’t end there. As his soul drifted in the darkness, a mysterious voice called out to him: “Young soul, are you willing to take on a new mission?” Upon learning the truth, Phaethon didn’t hesitate: “I am!” Reborn with new memories and powers, he returned to Rhodes. This time, he was no longer the boy everyone mocked. His silver eyes, like deep abysses, held an unfathomable power and determination. Facing the sky, he declared with unwavering resolve: “This time, Zeus, You're Doomed!” This was now a battle of divine power. But who was the mysterious figure that brought Phaethon back to life? Were they using him to challenge Zeus, or did they have their own hidden agenda?

What is the most awsome thing you have ever experienced in your life? Some say finding money, love, again money... But for Alex, his unluckiest thing became the luckiest. Transmigrated into a different universe ruled by the pantheon of Gods, Alex someone that hates to be in danger, was thrown here with just one cheat. Mythological Simulation System. System that lets him to simulate his future lives, moments and abilities. "Wait, there is a 8 % chance i am gonna get attacked when i go out, lets stay inside for few more years." "Awsome i just got Zeus'es thunderbolt from the system, he must be angry right now" "Zeus has been fighting Poseidon for few years now, lets simulate how this fight ends and get the rewards from the end." "YOOO, POSAIDON'S TRIDENT" "Oh no!!! Artemis noticed me and now he wants to kill me, lets stay inside for 1000 years and get stronger from simulating." Will Alex be able to defeat all those gods that wish to kill him. Will Alex get his one mission done, to return to Earth. Or will his cowardn--- "HEY I AM NOT A COWARD, I AM JUST CAUtious.." Cough... or will his cautiosness be the one that will finally end his mission. -- Sorry for my english, i am not english. Cover: AI. Text On Cover: AI Cover Art: AI.

When preservationist Celeste Carter is hired to oversee the restoration of the historic Fairmont Theater, she expects a battle with real estate developer Adrian Hawthorne—not a descent into a decades-old mystery. The once-grand theatre holds a dark past, tied to a devastating fire in 1948 that killed a young actress named Evelyn Ross. The official story claims it was an accident. But the deeper Celeste digs, the more she realizes that someone is desperate to keep the truth buried. Strange occurrences at the Fairmont—ghostly whispers, missing records, and a mysterious informant—convince Celeste that Evelyn’s spirit is trying to communicate. When anonymous threats escalate into physical attacks, she and Adrian uncover a sinister conspiracy that dates back to the theatre’s original owner, Nathaniel Wren. But Wren wasn’t the only one involved. Powerful men in Port Bellingham conspired to cover up the truth—and some of them are still alive. With danger closing in, Celeste and Adrian must navigate a maze of deception, corruption, and long-buried secrets. If they expose the past, they could bring justice to Evelyn after seventy-five years. But someone is willing to do anything to stop them. And the Fairmont isn’t the only place haunted by its history.

Xiao Chen was once a great soldier of Huaxia known for his strange, unique but effective tactics and plans during operations. He would always assume command and orchestrate highly-dangerous missions and would lead his unit to success. He was known for being a great commander which made his military rank soar, from being a young lieutenant freshly graduate from the academy to becoming one of the youngest general that Huaxia had ever seen. Sadly though his military career was cut short when he was deeply involved in the older generals politics. He died a tragic death when he was murdered by the men who he trusted so much and considered his brothers. His soul wandered through the river of time and space still seeking vengeance and was soon swallowed up by a swirling light. He soon found himself in the body of a monster or that's what others consider him to be. He had a hulking figure pack with muscles,towering nearly 7ft tall, a pair thick tusks jutting out from his mouth and lupine ears along with the great desire for battle welling up inside him. He begins his new journey as a green hulking monster or an orc as what his kind was called, a monster born for war and lived for war.

SABER-1 is more than a soldier— he is a reflection of the choices made in the face of annihilation and the sacrifices required to carry the weight of hope. A lone figure forged in the crucible of relentless warfare, his existence straddles the line between man and machine, embodying both the potential and the peril of humanity's technological evolution. His hulking frame, adorned armor marred by countless battles, evokes awe and fear in equal measure. Yet, beneath the reinforced plating and glowing visor lies the ghost of a man, burdened by the weight of his mission and the impossible expectations placed upon him. SABER-1’s story is one of paradox. He is humanity’s greatest savior and its most chilling reminder of what desperation can create. But with each victory, a haunting question lingers: where does the man end, and the machine begin? As the lines blur, SABER-1 becomes an enigma—a figure of unparalleled strength and relentless determination, whose actions echo far beyond the battlefield, forcing humanity to reckon with what it means to survive and what it means to be human.

Humankind has made the biggest advancement in history. Space travel we have finally made the ability to move across galaxy's turns out we are alone in our galaxy cluster. Now all countries want to do is take over the infinite vacuum of space. Earth is gone and the death toll keeps rising and it's rising fast.

A handsome half-orc with a hulking body filled with perfect muscles stands carrying a great axe over one shoulder. His neon blue eyes watching the void, waiting for those that would threaten his world. Huge creatures with monstrous figures, beasts of the abyss, here to kill the orc. Their angered shrieks and pained screams filled the air. The corpses of these monsters surround his body, forming his throne of dread. His long tail smashed down, turning them into pulp while using his brutal axe with powerful chops, cleaving them into pieces. "This world shall become ours; you cannot stop our legion! Orc!" a distorted and evil voice sounded. "WATCH ME!" Shouted the orc, filled with confidence and pride. In defiance, a purple mist shrouded him as he transformed into a monster himself, with long gryphon wings and sharp horns from his head—a hulking muscular body and legs filled with thick scales and black hooves. Bang! The orc stepped forward, his heart burning with passion and desire as he bellowed with a demonic and distorted voice. "I am the Sovereign of Dread, foul Daemons. This is MY world! Return to your wasteland to rot, or DIE!" He was a manticore, the only male manticore ever to exist. He fights not for power. Not for glory! Alistair "Raven" Granbell fights only for his beloved women and because he LOVES to fight the strong and crush them under his axe Mor'vaal and prove he deserves his Dread Sovereign title. Dread Sovereign is exclusively published on Webnovel.com.

Victor Marcellus, once the visionary leader who united Earth under the 'Roman Federation,' spent his final years in peace after ending humanity's lust for war. But as his body grew frail, the gods of a faraway world saw his potential. In Elysium, a land ravaged by wars and monsters, they saw in him the last hope to restore stability before their followers-and they-faded into nothingness. Before his reincarnation could take place, the gods intervened, recognizing that Victor could accomplish a task he had once completed on Earth: to unite and restore a broken world. They granted him the skill 'Archive of Earth,' a powerful ability that gives him access to humanity's vast knowledge, from the simplest inventions to the most complex theories. But to unlock Earth's most vital secrets, he must earn the trust and prosperity of his people-every advancement comes at a price. Elysium is a dying realm. The kingdoms are fractured, and the races of humans, elves, dwarves, demi-humans, and half-monsters teeter on the brink of extinction. Monsters roam unchecked, while feudal kings wage endless wars. Magic, once a gift from the gods to fight monsters, has been twisted into a tool for conquest. Hope is all but gone. Armed with the wisdom of Earth's past, Victor faces the monumental task of adapting humanity's past knowledge to a world scarred by its own wars. Was he truly the right man for the job? In a world on the brink of destruction, can one man spark the flames of democracy and rebuild society? With Astra, the nation he founded, as a beacon of liberty and hope, Victor must unite Elysium's fractured races. But as he lays the foundation for a new world, can he fulfill his grand vision of liberation-one based on democracy and justice? Or will the weight of his past victories prove too great, as war, magic, and monsters close in from all sides? Authors Note: Credit to @Ross for helping me with the cover, I recommend his work as I collaborate with him in story writing too.