Orthodox Chants

After crossing over into a world of magic, Dean Bruce was mistaken for a powerful sorcerer. Though he initially intended to sternly refuse the beautiful woman’s request to become her mentor, she offered him far too much to say no! Completely clueless about magic, Dean Bruce had no choice but to make up spells on the spot. However, when he saw the astonishing power unleashed by the beautiful woman after chanting his random incantations, he was stunned. The spells he had carelessly invented… could they really comprehend magic and even forbidden spells? As Dean Bruce ascended to the pinnacle of magical prowess and became the Archmage, he candidly answered a reporter's question during an interview with the Alliance: "I never understood magic. I just made up a few incantations, that's all." People were in awe of him—this, they believed, was the true humility of a Grand Archmage!

Kembali ke kota, menghajar segalanya.

The Night Has Come, and kermesinus moon ascends in the sky. Hoarse whispers flow at the street corners, and brass steam machines spew out bloody mist. Your brain is singing a hymn, eyes are chanting a melody. Skin cracks, and flesh buds swell. Amidst the Mist, the wall of flesh that has devoured thousands of corpses wails endlessly— "Weep not, our players don't bite, they just want to play with you." Annan, the lone strategist, the top player, the savior of the mist-covered continent, the leader of the Thirteen Saints, the friend of the Twelve True Gods, the king of pioneers, "the Just", the Gatekeeper of the Fourth Calamity, the uncrowned deity, advised kindly.

“I will not be defined as a ‘wolfless deviant’ I will not be a pawn in the 'games Alphas play' And I refuse to be mated to the stranger who crashed into my life and turned everything upside down… Only that might be my biggest challenge yet.” Those were the words Lyla chanted to herself as she left the annual werewolf gala, drenched in her sweat and her pheromones. Only days ago, she was a happy teenager existing in the human world – trying to get through college and go far away, forget everything she’s been through and start life afresh but now, she’s in the middle of the gala, sprawled on the ground with her desires in everyone’s face and Alpha Ramsey Kincaid – the Lycan leader of the White Moon Throne extending his hands towards her. If she takes it, she would bring dishonour to her family because she is in no state to be mingling with anyone, talk more of the Lycan leader who was out of her league and if she refuses, she risks being sent to the pack prison for not taking better care of herself during her heat - Yes, it was a crime for her to be without a wolf. But when he touches her, something inside her stirs… Desires? Yes! Powers hidden by the moon goddess? Yes! And maybe just maybe, the stirrings of her missing wolf whose voice can calm feral wolves and heal … Can she learn to trust this man whose mouth says a different thing and his hands speak another language or would she become a pawn – a piece of chess in the games ‘Alphas play’? One thing’s for certain- Lyla Woodlands was done being the pack’s little, dirty ‘wolfless deviant’. It’s time this wolfless wonder showed them what she’s made of. #Slow burn #Wispy old prophecies # Love Triangle - ML and FL best friend #Villian in love with FL Join my discord group: https://discord.gg/t2w9NgC4

"In the land of myth and the time of magic…" "The destiny of a great kingdom rests on the shoulders of a ....." Xaren dodged as a stone whistled past his face before he could finish his playful chants. If he had been a second late, he would have been struck by the stone. "Cut that crap!" Eryndor Darkfire thundered, his expression dreadful and grim, and almost instantaneously, he was laughing hard and chasing his friend, Xaren, around in a police and thief game play. Eryndor Darkfire, the male MC was a still birth. He was already dead by the time he was birthed with his mother losing her life during labour. A dramatic cosmic manifestations happened on the night he was born. His Father, Kael Tan carried Eryndor cold body and dashed into the temple with hopes that his son would be saved. A child marked to be a sorcerer at a time when darkness of the underworld was at its climax, brimming with tenebrous intensity. With the lost heritage of magic and sorcery restored, Eryndor was the last ever bloodline of his father to exist with ability to harness and use magic. At 12, Eryndor fought some bandits who came to kidnap him from his home. And to protect his identity and safety, his Father had to make him run away, far from home before he was discovered. Eryndor faced various forms of diversities, made new friends, and learnt a lot of lessons from his master. Along the line, He found out a very gruesome and harrowing secret about his ancestors, and had to fight the greatest battle of his life - A mortal battle with his demonic sisters. Eryndor has to walk through many deadly adventures, discover secrets, and challenge mighty and ancient beings to be able to stop his demonic sisters. "Astra descendo, tenebrae repello! (Stars descend, darkness repel!) By the celestial fires that burn within, I call upon the ancient powers to begin. Aegis mea, protego totalum! (My shield, I protect all!) Mors demoni, mortem infero! (Death to the demon, death I bring!) Let's walk you through the journey of 'The Last Surviving Sorcerer'.

Yearning for the unknown, a young man named Noah embarks a journey in finding the meaning behind "Mindset". What is this mindset enemies and allies alike chant like a fabled legend that wants to be reawakened to the vast expanse of the world.

"Never fall alone." Taking those words to heart, was a young soldier. The battle stormed on as reinforcements from both sides arrived. Left and right, allies and enemies alike, fell. Before long, each side was exhausted; the atmosphere was moist in blood, and the air stenched of corpses. The young soldier shouted out in determination as he realized his allies were losing. The young soldier and fellow soldiers watched as his enemies shouted gleefully; reinforcements had come. The battle would not end to their liking. "For the kingdom!" A friendly soldier shouted. "For our friends!" Another voice screamed. "For our families!" One echoed. "For our lives!" One ended. Then, the chanting soldiers were plowed through, limbs dismembered, heads decapitated, and lives destroyed. But still, the young soldier stood strong; his sword was tall, and his spirit was wild.

"A man who gains power through pleasure, reborn in a life where pleasure is a sin." Yu Cheng didn’t sign up for this—a life of noodles, endless shifts, and envy was all he knew. But one cosmic fluke later, he’s reborn as Tian Hao 2.0, the spoiled young master of the Skyward Lotus Sect, expected to uphold honor and cultivate to greatness. There’s just one snag: the old Tian Hao was infamous for his lack of discipline, and the new one's path to power isn’t exactly orthodox. Thanks to a Heaven-tier technique, Tian Hao can ascend to power by enjoying life—good food, drink, and… well, the finer things. But in a world where pleasure seeking is seen as practically demonic, he’ll have to navigate scheming elders, puritanical sects, and a Celestial Overseer who might just be having too much fun watching him break every rule. Skyward Lotus Sect was all about discipline—until Tian Hao arrived.

Eternal Cleansing Region, somewhere in the Aries Kingdom, midnight “Ohmmm~~~!” The sound of chanting was heard as pebbles jumped, buildings vibrated, and the ground shook. In a huge church, many figures in dark red robes were on their knees surrounding an altar, seemingly praying to a god. There were thousands upon thousands of figures, all chanting the same thing. The gargantuan church had very tall windows, with which housed stained glass. The church was very caliginous, only having the soft light of the moon to illuminate things through those windows. If one gazed up, a mural could be discerned within a cupola. It illustrated a devil lingering above the land, with which figures with red eyes stood; then, a huge sun encroaching upon the territory of that devil, and burning all that was. Afterward, the mural showed a few survivors, on their knees, worshiping what appeared to be a god floating in the air as the surrounding lands burned to ash. The robed figures surrounded an altar upon which stood an imposing golden statue of a muscular man, in nothing but a toga, holding out his hand. In his hand, burned a powerful flame. If one were to observe this statue, they would immediately notice the beautiful orange sapphire the size of one’s hand. This statue was six stories tall, reaching just below the cupola. “Ohmmm~~~!” everything shook once again due to the sheer power of those figures’ unified voices. All of the figures began to glow a soft reddish-orange holy light, reminiscent of the sun. The light began to get brighter, gradually overtaking the gentle light of the moon. On the altar, in the center, directly below the cupola, was another silhouette. This silhouette stood with its hands held out, radiating an even greater light than those below. “Ohmmm~~~!” the statue’s eyes began to shine a similar light. Moments later, the light from the robed figures began to wane, as if the statue was absorbing it. The silhouette below the statue, however, started glowing even brighter. Seconds passed. Seconds turned into minutes, and minutes, into hours. As every second ticked by, robed figures collapsed one after the other, their state unknown. The statue’s eyes were getting brighter as each fell. After seemingly an eternity, the silhouette’s light began to flicker out of existence. Just before it blinked out of the world, the statue’s eyes flared up, and the world seemingly stopped. The silhouette’s eyes began to match those of the statue. Suddenly, a deep, monotone voice escaped from the shadowy figure, “The boy with the Shadow Dragon Bloodline. Find him. Kill him. Wipe his whole lineage from the face of this region!” it boomed throughout the church, escaping through the walls as if they were illusory. People all throughout the region began to look in the direction of the church in response to some profound power. As the figure on the altar was speaking, cracks ,glowing the same color as the statue, began to appear around its body. As soon as the silhouette stopped speaking, it collapsed and the statue’s radiant glow began to fade. “Ohmmm~~~!” echoed out once more.

In the tides of steam and machinery, who can grasp the extraordinary? Within the fog of history and darkness, whose whispers echo in the shadows? I awaken from the mysterious unknown, opening my eyes to a world of wonder: firearms, cannons, massive warships, airships, and analytical engines; potions, divinations, curses, the Hanged Man, and sealed artifacts… Light continues to shine, yet mystery has never been far away. This is the legend of "The Fool." In the Age of Black Iron, the Northern Continent is ruled by seven orthodox gods and four great empires. Amid the roaring waves of steam and machinery, an industrialized society rapidly emerges, shaping a seemingly peaceful and prosperous era. Yet, beneath this veneer of order lies a twisted, enigmatic, and even maddening extraordinary world.

Valerie, the daughter of the murdered Alpha of the Yellow Stone Pack, could never lead the pack because she had a Luna wolf. Her mate, Tristan, was made the Alpha in her stead. After assuming the title of Alpha, Valerie was set up and brutally rejected, not only by Tristan but also her whole pack, and her kid sister, Scarlet, with whom Tristan had secret affairs. “I reject Luna Valerie as my mate. She was caught in bed with a stranger, meaning that she would sell the pack out. The punishment for treachery is death,” Alpha Tristan announced heartlessly. The chants from the pack members and visiting Alphas who had come for the Alphas' conference attracted them to the judgment. No one thought that Alpha Denzel, whose name caused the hairs on their skin to stand straight due to his ruthlessness, would make it to the conference. Valerie found hope when she realized that Alpha Denzel was her second chance mate, but painstakingly, she was rejected once again. The double rejection caused her to lose her wolf, and she was condemned to die by all the Alphas present. She thought her fate was sealed when Alpha Denzel left and a warrior was ready to execute her. Everyone was shocked when Alpha Denzel suddenly turned around. “Stop! The treacherous daughter of a late Alpha should not be killed. More suffering awaits her,” he declared. Valerie’s heart dropped when she saw his dark look, which was like a bottomless pit, as she blacked out from exhaustion. A few months down the line, there was a war among the Alphas as they began to lay claim to the two-times-rejected Luna. With her wolf dead, will the moon goddess be gracious to give her another wolf? And which Alpha would be able to melt her now cold heart?

In the bustling streets of Delhi, 16-year-old Ravi discovered something about himself that would change his life forever. Born and raised in the heart of the city, Ravi always felt a deep connection to the culture and history of the Rajputs, the warrior caste of Hinduism known for their bravery and loyalty. One day, while exploring the ancient temples and ruins scattered throughout the city, Ravi stumbled upon a group of priests performing a sacred ceremony. Mesmerized by the ritualistic chants and colorful offerings, he felt a sense of belonging wash over him. It was then that he realized he was meant to be a part of this ancient religion that had shaped the history of his people. As Ravi delved deeper into the teachings of Hinduism, he discovered a world filled with gods and goddesses, legends and myths, and a profound sense of spirituality that resonated with his soul. He spent hours studying sacred texts and meditating in quiet temples, seeking guidance and enlightenment from the divine. But as Ravi immersed himself in his newfound faith, he also uncovered a mystery that would challenge his beliefs and shake the foundations of his faith. Dark whispers of ancient curses and long-forgotten secrets haunted his dreams, leading him on a dangerous quest to unravel the truth behind the legends of the Rajputs. With each step he took, Ravi's resolve grew stronger, fueled by his unwavering faith and determination to uncover the mysteries of his heritage. As he delved deeper into the shadows of the past, he discovered that the true power of Hinduism lay not in ancient rituals or sacred traditions, but in the strength and courage of those who dared to challenge destiny and forge their own path. And so, as Ravi stood at the crossroads of fate, he knew that he had found his true calling as a warrior of the spirit, bound by the timeless bond of faith and destiny that had guided his ancestors for generations. And as he embraced his newfound identity as a Hindu, he knew that his journey had only just begun, filled with mystery, adventure, and the eternal promise of enlightenment.

Valérie, la fille de l'Alpha assassiné de la Meute de la Pierre Jaune, ne pouvait jamais diriger la meute car elle avait un loup Luna. Son compagnon, Tristan, fut désigné Alpha à sa place. Après avoir assumé le titre d'Alpha, Valérie fut piégée et brutalement rejetée, non seulement par Tristan mais aussi par toute sa meute, et sa petite sœur, Scarlet, avec laquelle Tristan avait des liaisons secrètes. « Je rejette Luna Valérie comme ma compagne. Elle a été surprise au lit avec un étranger, ce qui signifie qu'elle trahirait la meute. La punition pour la trahison est la mort », annonça sans cœur l'Alpha Tristan. Les chants des membres de la meute et des Alphas visiteurs venus pour la conférence des Alphas les attirèrent vers le jugement. Personne ne s'attendait à ce que l'Alpha Denzel, dont le nom faisait dresser les poils sur leur peau en raison de sa cruauté, se rende à la conférence. Valérie trouva de l'espoir lorsqu'elle réalisa qu'Alpha Denzel était son compagnon de seconde chance, mais elle fut douloureusement rejetée une fois de plus. Le double rejet la conduisit à perdre son loup, et elle fut condamnée à mourir par tous les Alphas présents. Elle pensait que son sort était scellé lorsque l'Alpha Denzel partit et qu'un guerrier était prêt à l'exécuter. Tout le monde fut choqué lorsque soudain, l'Alpha Denzel se retourna. « Arrêtez ! La fille traîtresse d'un Alpha défunt ne doit pas être tuée. Plus de souffrances l'attendent », déclara-t-il. Le cœur de Valérie chuta lorsqu'elle vit son regard sombre, qui était comme un gouffre sans fond, alors qu'elle s'évanouissait d'épuisement. Quelques mois plus tard, une guerre éclata entre les Alphas alors qu'ils commençaient à revendiquer la Luna rejetée deux fois. Avec son loup mort, la déesse lunaire aura-t-elle la grâce de lui en donner un autre ? Et quel Alpha sera capable de faire fondre son cœur désormais glacé ?

Stefan, a vibrant young man, is thrust into a world beyond imagination after a sudden and mysterious demise. Awakening in a realm of souls, he discovers his fate is intertwined with a cloaked figure wielding a sinister wand and chanting in an unknown tongue. As Stefan delves deeper into this enigmatic realm, he uncovers a dark conspiracy that threatens both the living and the dead. Haunted by the specter of betrayal and fueled by a thirst for truth, Stefan embarks on a perilous journey to unravel the mysteries of his past and unlock the latent powers hidden within his soul. Along the way, he encounters allies and adversaries alike, each with their own hidden agendas and secrets to uncover. With time running out and the forces of darkness closing in, Stefan must harness his newfound abilities and confront the shadows that threaten to consume him. As the fate of two worlds hangs in the balance, Stefan must navigate a treacherous path of deception, danger, and discovery to reclaim his rightful place in the cosmic tapestry of existence. "A Reborn's Privilege" is a spellbinding tale of adventure, betrayal, and redemption, weaving together elements of mystery, magic, and intrigue into an unforgettable journey through the realms of life, death, and rebirth. Join Stefan as he embarks on a quest to uncover the truth and unlock the true power of a reborn soul. VOLUME 1 - COMPLETED >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Preview of Volume 2: A certain person: Why do you seem familiar? Stefan: That's because we knew each other before. A certain person: [pointing the sword towards Stefan], how dare you disrespect my authority! Stefan: Wait.. Listen to my explanation[dodging to the side] A certain someone: Thee doesn't want to listen to your lies[swinging the sword towards Stefan] Stefan: [Disappeared] Note: The credits to the profile picture belong to the rightful owner!!!

Swords and sorcery, gods and dragons, demons and abysses, humans and races. A door appears in this fantastical and treacherous world, bringing in a person who does not belong here. When the consciousness of two civilizations collides, what will burst out of each other? The druids stand in front of a wheat field several meters high, and the fish-people chase the fish in the fishing grounds; A magic train with an inscription glittered across the plain, and the sound of multiplying the chanting of the multiphana rang rang out from the academy; Oglim and the child sat on the tentacles of the Children of Darkness, swinging and counting the numbers; Dwarves and elves clink glasses, and devils and priests shoulder to shoulder; The gods chased and frolicked in the streets, and the indescribable things at the wine table talked merrily; Men and women in magical images

Sylvi Hartmann wakes up from cryosleep to find herself alone in a dilapidated spaceship on a planet light-years away from Earth. The ship's control room revealed that a few years had passed since the SS Pacific's journey to save the human race from the threat of extinction. As Sylvi explores the desolate ship, she discovers her parents' cryo-chamber missing, leaving her truly alone in an alien environment. Sylvi must confront the unknown dangers lurking there to search for her missing parents and the rest of the crew. Amidst the uncertainty, Sylvi hears approaching chants and a forceful crash. The ship's door is opened by a group of humanoid figures with unusual features—tall, muscular, and eerily perfect. Could these beings be a friend or a foe? Would Sylvi save the human race? or would she ultimately be the last girl on Earth?

When the survival of his village is threatened by a ferocious, unrelenting beast, who among them has the courage to face it? “Damian should go!” The elders chanted. Damian, the sixth son of King Gario of Akrifous, is unexpectedly chosen to confront the creature. The stakes are high: if he succeeds, he will be crowned the next King of Akrifous. There's just one problem—Damian is barely an adult, inexperienced, and, to make matters worse, he can’t fight for shit!

Tao Xian, in his previous life, had been tricked by an intermediary into being “sold” as a laborer to the most powerful place on Blue Star, Duck Sea Duck State. Unfortunately, he ran into a train accident with a hazardous chemical leak. While treasure hunting and thinking, “The air sure smells sweet today,” a suffocating feeling hit him, and everything went black. When he woke up to the obnoxious sound of chanting, he realized he’d transmigrated into another world. From the irritating chanting, he pieced together that he seemed to have taken over the body of someone pretty important. To top it off, a beautiful “fallen” princess was keeping him company, and invitations from gods started pouring in. Heck, even a foreign “goddess” was asking him to create life together… “Wait a second, is that rustling sound really my heartbeat? This body’s an ancient relic—it can’t handle that kind of ‘excitement’!” After a silent scream in his mind, the “Fake Legend” Wen Xian embarked on his otherworldly journey…

Manipulation... How would someone feel if their life was completely manipulated to the end? How would it be when everything from the moment of your birth to the end of your life is completely under the control of another? How much worse would it be that not just one, but all the lifetimes you have lived, be manipulated? Xiao lived two lives. In the first, he lived as the villain and died as one—a beautiful villain that made no impact on the real story whatsoever. Then he lives again in a different world, just to come back to his first. Doesn't that mean he can rewrite his mistakes? Doesn't that mean he could be great this time? But what if this was the goal from the very beginning? What happens when Xiao finds this goal and escapes his fate? What if the puppet escapes the puppeteer's hands, reshaping destiny, fate, and karma? What if this former plaything becomes the ultimate threat to causality itself? Witness as Xiao compels both the living and the departed to chant his name... Until the very cosmos quakes in awe of his might and fear of his name......

At the peak of his power, Klein could not abandon his obsession with immortality. He spent five years on a dubious elixir of immortality, unfortunately, to be transported into a completely different world filled with fantasy races like Elves, dwarves, giants, satyrs, orcs. Thankfully, the elixir of immortality wasn't a total flop, as it gave potential greater than the Heaven's Chosen with a slight caveat. Klein will have to dabble in various paths of cultivation, orthodox and unorthodox, to reach his dream of immortality. But before all that, he needs to escape the wrath of the elves, for accidentally becoming the Dao Companion of their princess. Unfortunately, the task became a lot harder when he didn't even know their language.

{WARNING: MATURE CONTENT} Cold air brushed my face. Where am I? I couldn't tell, as everything was dark. Am I dead? Is this death? Everything submerged in darkness, where I couldn’t see anything or know where I was—not to mention having no idea if I still had a body. “She’s still alive…” I heard an indistinct voice, sounding so detached, bringing forth a terrible headache. Wait a minute. I’m still alive? Then I heard heavy footsteps moving closer to where I was, step after step. As cold as I lay, as broken as I was, I felt my skin crawling with fear, even with my eyes still tightly shut; the aura was overwhelming. The footsteps eventually stopped right before me. My brain and my body were sending me danger signals. This feeling was different from anything I’d ever felt. After a while of silence, I slowly parted my eyes to catch a glimpse of the figure standing before me, but I could see nothing except a blurry pair of emerald green eyes. And just like that, the footsteps retreated. Were they leaving? I asked inwardly as my eyes fluttered closed again, submitting myself to the darkness. But before I could go any further, I heard the deepest, coldest voice I’d ever encountered in my life. “Take her. She’s coming with me.” --- **Excerpt** “Why are you here?” He didn't respond this time. Instead, a familiar—oh, so familiar—chill crawled up my skin, settling on my heart, numbing it altogether. He'd been behind me all along. I remembered this feeling, and I remembered more when I felt him stop by my side. His large palm touched my jaw, bringing my face to look at him—at his emerald green eyes. “It’s you, isn’t it? You saved me from the cliff. I should be dead, forgotten. Why did you bring me back to this heart-wrenching place?” His fingers slipped through my silvery locks, and his gentle, hot breath fanned against my neck, leaving a tingling trail. “Because it’s not time for your death, Kaila, my sweet lady.” His lips paused by the tip of my ear. “And… I recognized fire when I saw one. Although I’m not often drawn to every fire, yours roared differently.” “You know nothing,” I whispered. He chuckled softly. “Yes. I didn't, but your eyes betray a deep, much deeper hunger, Kaila… Is it revenge? Or something more?” “What if I want to burn them all?” “Then allow me to be your fire.” --- Kaila Wynter endured being a slave for her mate, James Wellesley, for years in the pack, thinking he loved her. But when he returned, he not only paid her no mind and rejected her, he took everything, including her legs, and turned a blind eye while the whole pack chanted to kill her for something she knew nothing about. However, everything changed the night he came—the rumored king of hell. Rumors whispered that his touch brought destruction. But what if he didn’t destroy her, but claimed her, even as broken and damaged as she was? They thought they had tossed her to her death; little did they know it would be their fall and her rise.

In a realm where folks wielded unique "Goldfingers," fonts of magical prowess, Lucas Evercrest remained blissfully unaware of his own exceptional potential. Little did he fathom that he harbored this incredible power deep within, an untapped wellspring. While others soared to grand heights, Lucas inadvertently subdued his Goldfinger, leaving him stranded at the humbling level 1, watching as his peers flourished. One fateful night, enveloped in the haze of sleep deprivation, our unsuspecting protagonist's world shifted. Battling to embrace slumber's embrace, he carelessly brushed against the "Mute Notifications" icon on his Goldfinger's interface before drifting into dreams' embrace. Seasons swept by like leaves on the wind, and there he stood, drowning sorrows in whiskey's amber embrace and endless loaves of bread, mourning an elusive system he believed had passed him by. Amid the din of a bar, laughter rippled like an unsteady melody. Echoes of "Status Open" danced in the air, chanted by playful kids, each repetition a chorus of mockery. Weariness pressed his head against the bar's cool surface, a failed shield against the jeers and japes. "Status Open, Status Open, Status Open," he muttered, lips grazing the wood, words coated in a blend of irony and irritation. And then, as if summoned by this weary incantation, a radiant cerulean window materialized before him. Within its luminescence, Lucas Evercrest's identity flickered, inscribed alongside his meager statistics: "[Lucas Evercrest], [Level 1 [^], Job: Starter], [HP: 1220, MP: 123], [Str:84, Agi:93, Int:43, Ins:23, Wis:53, Def:32, Sta:45, Dex:32, Con: 122]." Details unfurled like a tapestry, revealing a mosaic of attributes. His handiwork, etched in the fabric of his being, began to come to light. The window whispered of abilities and names, secrets shrouded in cryptic notation: "[Abilities: Open to show more.], [Titles: Open to show more.]" Yet even amidst this revelation, a sobering truth lingered – his status, labeled "Intoxicated," stood as a stark reminder of his present condition. Experience, captured within the confines of "EXP: 100/100," hinted at untapped potential, awaiting the spark of realization. An "Inventory" beckoned, promising more to explore, yet the ever-watchful "Missed Notifications" count of "99+" bore the mark of silence, a testament to a bygone era when his Goldfinger's voice remained muted. And so, in the quiet hum of the bar, amidst the ebb and flow of laughter and life, Lucas Evercrest's journey unfurled anew. The forgotten Goldfinger, once stifled by his own inadvertence, stood poised to rewrite his destiny, as he grasped the reigns of his dormant power, eager to ascend beyond the confines of level 1 and embrace the legacy that had patiently awaited his awakening. *This synopsis was written by someone else who wishes to remain Anonymous, thank you to who did it.* *Title is pending for the cover.*

The world is big, but I am the only one who is orthodox. Sweeping the world's immortal sects with the power of the Celestial Dynasty. A strong man who practiced the 'Way of the Emperor' came to a world full of immortal sects, and a secular dynasty that was despised by the practitioners gradually came to be on an equal footing with all the top immortal sects. The law of the dynasty is that everything in the world is the king's land, and the shores of the land are the king's ministers! There is only one orthodoxy in the world, and all immortal sects are illegal organizations!

5,000 Words per chapter (minimum). 1~2 Chapters per week. (Usually on Saturday) Matheus, a brilliant young man with an extremely high IQ, born from a humble family, but at the age of 23, in the midst of a great discovery, he stumbles and finds himself sent to a Murim World! There he suffered prejudice, but intelligent as he was, he relied on the government to prosper in secret, but in conflicts he ended up being found and because he was a foreigner in everyone's view, he was captured, tortured and in prison he met his tragic end. But the heavens gave him a second life, in the same world where he shone, achieving several incredible and inhuman achievements, using science to explain the phenomena. But before his 40th birthday, he died. His heinous acts attracted the attention of the Orthodox Faction, who investigated and soon started a war with his clan to find out the truth and he died in the process, without being able to use all his knowledge and research to their full potential! But again a new opportunity was given to him, where he ended up in another world, where it seems that the rules of this world are different, will he be able to use all his knowledge and experience in this new world that is governed by game rules? ================= Want to read without missing information? Read on Scribblehub, as unfortunately Webnovel does not provide adequate tools for the writer. Link: scri---bble---hub.com/series/896016/skarla--the-fta-conqueror/ If you like the work, what do you think about reading a few chapters ahead of the majority? Why not sponsor me? Link: pa---tre---on.com/Ero_Hacker (Note: To access the links, delete the "---" in the first part. It has to be 3 lines in a row, don't delete more than that. There are only 2 of them per link, don't delete more than that!) ===Why read on Scribblehub?=== 1° There I can place the illustrations of the characters in the middle of the chapter; 2° There I can place tables and statuses without having a huge line of text; 3° I find it more comfortable to post!

In this cyberpunk metropolis world, Black Cores, also known as Dark Light, Those who are unfortunate enough to be touched by these cores undergo a horrifying transformation. Augmented individuals—those with cybernetic enhancements—become berserkers, losing their sanity and gaining dark, demonic abilities. They roam the city as avatars of destruction, spreading fear and chaos. White Cores* or *False Light* Those who come into contact with these radiant cores transform into *Radiant Beings*. They chant hymns and mantras about light and purity, but their true purpose is far more sinister. These beings are drawn to Jaede, our protagonist, and will stop at nothing to consume him, killing anyone in their path. Their chants are hypnotic, often luring unsuspecting victims into their deadly embrace. The *Red Cores* or *Beast Light* that fall from its canopy bestow a primal fury upon those who merge with them. Augmented individuals become *Beast-like Beings*, merging with the essence of ancient, monstrous creatures. These beings possess incredible strength and ferocity, turning parts of the cities into hunting grounds where only the fittest survive. Yeah you know the deal. Our augmented overpowered human protagonist Jaede, who successfully harnessed the power of the Black Core and Red core fully, gets shunned by everyone and the CyberHunter association for having the Devil’s Core in his body. But he keeps trying to be a CyberHunter, even doing their missions to get accepted by them. The CyberHunter association takes down those who are merged with the Black, White, or Red Cores, as they are already dead inside. As Jaede continues his journey of trying to impress them, the more he gets involved in, the more blood is shed, the more dark secrets unveiled, the more enemies and supposed allies appear, and even a love interest, the more he realizes he maybeeee needs to start taking things seriously. So what if he’s overpowered?

Gu Yangchun, who betrayed the Orthodox sects, became a demonic human under the Heavenly Demon. Living as a demonic human, he led a life filled with regret. He committed countless evils not of his own accord, but under the orders of the Heavenly Demon. In the Great Orthodox-Demon War, thanks to Wi Seol-ah, who cut down the Heavenly Demon that made even the three supremes of the Orthodox forces kneel, Gu Yangchun was taken prisoner by the Orthodox forces and suffered for his sins. With whatever morals he had left in him, he died giving Wi Seol-ah information about the Demon Cult due to a bind the Heavenly Demon had placed on him. Then, for some reason, Gu Yangchun regressed to when he had first met Wi Seol-ah. Realizing the regression was not a dream, Gu Yangchun decided to live a quiet life. However, bad ties from his previous life began to draw near, one by one.

Yeon Hojeong, the first to unite the dark factions as the Grandmaster of the Underworld, collaborates with the orthodox sects to overcome the chaos of the Three Sects. However, he meets an untimely end, entangled in the schemes of the Martial Alliance Leader. “This is really my home!” When he opens his eyes, he finds himself in the prestigious and once-destroyed Yeon family, a place he never forgot. “I won’t make a mistake this time. Never.” Determined to prevent the fall of his family and the future upheaval caused by the Three Sects, he embarks on a relentless journey! The struggle of Yeon Hojeong, the eldest son, to unite the martial world.

Author: BORN WITH MAGICAL POWERS. Written by Hula Dennis Ternenge. PREAMBLE. Born with magical powers is a thrilling story of a man who was born with supernatural powers by a woman named Dooter The mother of the child who was born with supernatural powers was actually cursed by a hierarchy sorcerer in the village for discovering her real identity which the sorcerer then told her (Dooter) to join her coven. She refused and so, the sorcerer placed a curse of barrenness on her. Been cursed ever since she was a little maiden, Dooter grew up to be a matured woman forgetting the sorcerer's curse. As time would have it that she was to be married, it began to take form that the curse would see that indeed Dooter wouldn't have a child in her first marriage and the husband took her back to her parent. She remarried but the same feat from her first marriage came at her again- not even an issue of the slightest sight of a swollen belly as she was again sent back to her parent. She got married to the third husband but after persevering for more than 3 years, he couldn't handle the pressure of not being a father after a 3years marriage without the slightest of any miscarriage... 3 different husbands and not a child to show for such unions, her parent then decided to find the cause of the barrenness.... Orthodox and unorthodox means were implored and sought after for the spur and cure. With three different men ending their marriage with just one woman due to barrenness, it became the talk of the town to the point of mockery for Dooter as her friends would never cease to mention her misfortunes when a fight or quarrel arises between Dooter and her friends. It went on without the possible nearest solution and thus, the case of Dooter got the best of her mother till it became an heart attack. Many doctors both English and native gave their diagnosis that Dooter would never bare a child but the cause of such barrenness they couldn't even fathom or explain and yet Dooter, a strong willeds person never gave up to her I'll fated ordeals. She kept assuring her parent and herself that she wasn't born a barren and she would never remain a barren. She believed so much in herself that she didn't allow the mockery weigh her down as she went her ways in her dealings with her head held high. Her former husbands all remarried and were blessed with offsprings but for Dooter, no one came for her hand in marriage: she was an epitome of misfortune with no fruit of the womb. What love would a man show and how long would a man stay with a barren woman?! Even though she was the prettiest girl in the whole village, no one wanted her as a wife not even a spouse.She was 30yrs of age and yet, not even a suitor asked for her hand in marriage. All hopes seemed lost but to Dooter, she kept on believing. .

Cheng Jiayi, 28, single and unfortunate still a virgin, remember last before falling asleep he happily cuddling his squishy garfield cat. Miraculously overnight, he transmigrate into a body of 16 years old orphan teenager with the same name and appearance as him. Other transmigrate into grandeur setting with golden finger and not to mention different sort of other perks. They even have a system! But he waking up on hospital bed with head injury. Not to mention that relatives of him that definitely has shady intentions. Oh well, at least he meet a 'study tyrant' that look alike to that one actor he loves watching despite his stiff acting. It is not that Cheng Jiayi can revert to his old self despite how he want to. Well anyway he still can cuddle the bossy cat in his hostel room and enjoy the life of teenager, minus going to school all over again, not that education is not important, mind you. The 'study tyrant' with appearance like his favourite stiff actor could not stop emphasize this to him. But why this 'study tyrant' seems chanting mantra and churning out charms and amulet like he practicing to be a devil vanquisher monk in mainland drama. Yang Guang surely can be good looking monk. But still what with this amulet that he given to him as protections while tutoring him math problems. Seriously, Yang Guang might watch too much fantasy c-drama. Unexpected of 'study tyrant' of his calibre. Yet little that Cheng Jiayi know, transmigrating to this teenager body is only the beginning of a saga of an epic proportion(its only walk at school corridor at night nothing epic about it - Yang Guang) that filled with suspense (awkward), tensions (bumbling) and excitement ( Cheng Jiayi you are not excited, you basically screaming and crying hideously, I have video proof of that). Shut up fake monk !! Cheng Jiayi was so not screaming and crying hideously. At the very least he definitely look good even when screaming and crying. Well he seen a man with his eyes pop out and tongue longer than any curtain lounging on his bed while singing the current top kpop songs. Look even ghost is keeping up with current trend.

Manuel is the best painter in his town, possibly the world. His paintings were so magical it left him scared. But his father did not want him to paint. The thought of Manuel painting caused shivers to run down his fathers spine. He would scream the same phrase at him over and over again while hitting him. "We told you not to paint." It became a chant.