Why Lord Of The Rings Is A Masterpiece

In a world where people cultivate to be Immortal, In that world Su Yang is reborn in the body of a beggar who has no cultivation talent. In this world, he meets many people some love him some hate him, but when he knows why his parents abandoned him. Then he tried to find them but this path was not easy, he had many enemies that were trying to kill him and get the treasure on him that his parents gave him. So does Su Yang find his parents? Can he face the enemy? With his infinity cheat system.

Robin Burton is a young man who grow with everything anyone can hope for, immense talent for cultivation, sharp mind, a wealthy family that will stop at nothing to protect and nurture him. He had everything except the willingness to take them. "Why would I take the same route as my ancestors ? why should I become stronger? to beat this and compete with that..?! THAT IS NOT WHAT I WAS BORN FOR!!" Robin didn't want to compete with young masters, so he made an army and started invading planets.

Michael Aurelius, the young heir to the Aurelius family is a white-ringed mage, the weakest and most pitiful mage in existence. Capable of only performing chore magic, he is deemed worthless despite being born into the talented and respected Aurelius family. One night, after learning the Mana Spring that powers their city is drying up, Michael's father orders his servants to escort his family out of the Estate to safety before the riots begin. Unfortunately for Michael, this is the night where he loses everything. As a white-ringed mage, he is only able to watch as his mother is ambushed, ultimately leading to her death. With fresh scars, Michael runs away, vowing to exact revenge on the one's who took away the only person who cared for him in this world. But how could he, the weakest mage get revenge on these people? If you like weak-to-strong and an intelligent MC, this is the book for you.

The world is nothing but a giant chessboard—a game where only the cleverest pull the strings and walk away victorious. The court, its schemes, its endless facades… I quickly grew tired of it all. Too predictable. Too draining. So I chose a different game to play: the North. They say it’s a harsh land, wild and unforgiving, filled with scornful barbarians and savage beasts. Perfect. A playground worthy of me, a challenge that suits my talents. Banished by my own father, condemned by a council far too confident, here I stand—free. Free to weave my web, to sow chaos however I please. North, entertain me! And to the rest of you—be patient. When I’m done with my little vacation, I’ll be back.

~MATURE CONTENT~ Why Fate is a fantasy romance that takes place in the beautiful city Brasov, Romania. A city and country already shrouded in myths and legends about the supernatural. Stories of vampires and werewolves began here and I wanted to bring my own version of the supernatural realm to tell a story of my own. Nemia Bohdan is a 28 year old hybrid, or so she thinks. However as she digs up her past, and all the pain it comes with, she'll find nothing short of a heart stopping, mind numbing truth. Dorian Volkov is the Lycan King of the supernaturals in Romania and well respected throughout the entire world of supernaturals. He is generally kind hearted and beloved, but when he meets the most confrontational, and mouthwatering, woman at the first mandatory meeting of the decade... Everything changed. She finds out what she really is and he finds his long sought out for mate. Will Nemia be able to come to terms with who she is and who Dorian wants her to be? Will Dorian be able to get Nemia to accept the mate bond and make her see the great things she is destined for? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ALSO! This is my first time ever writing a novel and actually attempting to publish one in any way. I would absolutely love to hear feedback from any and every one of you that stumbles across this. Advice is also always welcome as well! I do so hope y'all enjoy!

With the appearance of the Title System, who wouldn’t want to rule the world, uncover the endless mysteries of the Dead Worlds, or become the new symbol of humanity? When the Great Distorted Cataclysm descended upon Earth, humanity received an answer to one of the most frequently asked questions in history. Is there life beyond Earth? And the answer was yes, as Distorted Gates began appearing all over the world, from which wave after wave of Distorted creature of various shapes and sizes emerged. These Gates concealed bottomless Dead Worlds, each filled with countless histories and secrets. And teenagers who had turned sixteen received a special Title System. Within this system, they were granted a random Title that determined their unique abilities. Shadow Assassin, Phantom Lady, Ethereal Entity… There were many Titles with cool names and strange powers. But Lin surpassed them all — he received the rare Title: Lord of the Time! Orphaned at the age of ten and forever driven by a thirst for vengeance, Lin embarks on a new path to gain the power he needs to fulfill his long-awaited revenge. "With this Title, I finally have the strength to take down the Matrix family and carry out my long-awaited revenge! Mom, Dad, rest peacefully in heaven… your son is going hunting!" This is the story of the birth of time… Wait a second — didn't time always exist?! —(WSA2025)—

Drifting across the abyss was the soul of a celestial. Immensely loved by the universe yet bound by the chains of nihility, he was never able to leave his ruling realm due to constraints. Time passed, moments became days, days became years and years became eons. Did he even exist? He didn’t know the answer to that. Suddenly a bright light apeared in the abysmal darkness, he was overjoyed thinking that he might not have been alone. To his dismay, it was not another residue soul but instead a single page with letters incomprehensible. Upon reading the page, great pain struck his astral self shattering it and merging with the page. The pain was so great that he lost consciousness. On waking up, he noticed he was no longer in the void. In his first life he was the King of Fairies, in his second life he was a normal human in a parallel world. His arrogance and narcissism had toned down quite a bit due to becoming a powerless being. Still he didn’t give up hope! He was finally able to become a world renowned pianist. And a secret doctor in the underword, using his expert acupuncture techniques. Many thought that he was a chunnibyo because of how he talked, he ignored them all. Many women threw themselves at him, but he rejected them all. Even though he had become human he refused to even look at a human girl. Ugly! That’s how they looked to him. Him, who had seen world shaking beauties couldn’t even bare to look at human women. Hence many people thought he was gay and sent gay people to him to curry favor with. Result? He killed the bastards! In the end, his second life was like a joke. Choking on cup noodles his life came at an abrupt end. But the end is a start of another beginning. And this beginning would be the best one ever.…One thing is certain, beauties from all the realms, be it the Celestial or the Godly! All would fall in love with him!

IN THE WORLD OF IMMORTAL A BOY AWAKE A SYSTEM CAN HE RULE THE WORLD WITH THE HELP OF SYSTEM LET'S SEE

The demon lord is reincarnated in a new world as the fifth son of a bankrupt noble family. Struggling to fit into his new life, he must navigate the complexities of his family's fall from grace while desperately seeking a way to return to his original world.

Reality is crumbling. Writing is survival. Leo Samuel didn’t choose this world. When reality collapsed and fiction took over, he was thrown into The Story—a deadly universe where writers are warriors, and characters can kill. If he stops writing, he disappears. Now, Leo must survive plot beasts, corrupted narratives, and rival authors all fighting to become the Lord of The Stories. One mistake, one unfinished sentence—and he’s gone. Only the strongest story survives.

In a world governed by the Twelve Rings—powerful guardians of balance and order—one has turned rogue, casting a shadow over the planet and threatening a devastating return. In preparation for this looming threat, society is divided into ranks: Alpha, Beta, Delta, and at the very bottom—Zeta. Sage is a Zeta. Discarded. Overlooked. Until a cruel twist forces him into a forgotten lab—where something ancient wakes up. Now bound to a ruthless AI system with no patience for weakness, Sage is given a singular command: find the Elixir or be erased. No one believes the Elixir exists. No one believes Sage will last a week. The system disagrees. > “Vitals dropping. Emotional integrity unstable. Physical output: disgraceful.” “I’m trying—” Sage gasped, coughing on blood. “Trying is irrelevant. Survival is mandatory.” The system didn’t yell. It didn’t threaten. It simply administered pain—blinding, searing pain—until Sage screamed. “Pain increases adaptation. Adapt or be purged.” And somewhere in the agony, Sage understood: This thing wouldn’t make him stronger. It would break him until he had no choice but to be.

Shivam was just a normal guy. A government employee finally living a stable life after surviving an orphan’s hell and fighting tooth and nail through every damn obstacle life threw his way. He love anime, web novels, and his one true obsession light novels. His favorite? Transmigrated as a Third-Rate Villain. The plot? Fire. The fights? Insane. The worldbuilding? God-tier. And the characters? Untouchable—especially Marcus Ardent and Daelen Vorcrest, the last heroes of mankind. But then came the final chapter. Marcus dead. Daelen gone. The entire continent, erased with a single, lazy keystroke. “ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!” “What kind of brain-dead garbage ending is this?! You killed everyone for shock value! You threw away the best characters like trash!” Shivam didn’t just hate-comment the author. He cursed them. Then went to sleep. And woke up as Ezra Celestrian. The most forgettable side character in the novel. A man who was supposed to be dead. Only… something’s wrong. Ezra isn’t weak. He never was. He was the strongest human side character in the novel—so talented, the author killed him early to keep the power scaling in check. But now Shivam is him. And the story is no longer in the author’s hands. “Why the hell do I keep talking like a noble?” “What the fuck is this ‘Divine Enemy’ trait!?” The world believes Ezra is dead. But Shivam’s done playing along. “You dragged me into your broken story. You killed my favorite characters. You erased everything I loved for a cheap twist.” “Fine. I’ll fix your mess. I’ll rewrite your story.” “And when I find you, ‘Author’—I swear to god, I’m gonna shove that ending down your throat.”

Allan and Nora are destined to be together. Nora restarts her life in Uxur with Mike her boyfriend, a town full of mystery. She meets Allan a fun and goofy boy whom is she attracted to. Both end up on adventures tackling mysteries of town and the people around them. A complicated romance with spine chilling adventures.

One of the seven sins, the sin of lust is in danger of going on the loose, its new lord must contain it, only he can prevent us from being devoured by our lust. Why he was chosen is a mystery how he will rule is one as well but he will not fail. probably, hopefully, dear god I hope not {welcome our dear lord of lust, let your training begin}

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My name is Riveron. This is my story. Concubine-born, scorned by my own blood, probably forgotten by name. In my last life, I clawed through a slum. In this one, I claw through a noble cage. Two different lives. Same goddamn suffering. I was born into a MARTIAL WORLD, where emperors rule with iron fists, where blades split mountains, and the words of the weak meant nothing. But none of that mattered to me. I only wanted one thing: ESCAPE. Escape this house. And so I chose the quickest path: Imperial Scholar. Rise through merit. LEARN, climb, climb, and climb. It was a good plan. It should have worked. But I was blind to a much bigger plan brewing behind the curtains. The day I left home, I thought I’d reach the capital. Finally, to walk the path of the sages. Instead, I was AMBUSHED. THEY BROKE ME. Limbs shattered. Hope erased. Pride reduced to screams. I survived only by leaping into the sinkhole beneath the lake. And somehow… I SURVIVED. An angel saved me. But that wasn’t the only miracle. I awakened a system. For every gift I give, I can trigger a critical return. Is this my second chance? My shot at carving a throne into this world? Fate's gift, maybe? But Fate will regret it. I’ve killed before. I’ll kill again. I’ve conquered once. I’ll conquer more. Back on Earth, I rose from the dirt. But here, in this lawless world? There are no rules to bind me. No laws. No morals. No social media cancel culture. Only power. And power… that answers to me. I will rise. I will reign. I will live unbending once more. How different can this world be? ---------------------------------------------- System | Harem | Action | Adventure | World Building | Cultivation | System | Martial Arts | No Yuri | No NTR Warning: Coarse use of language/ Detailed Blood and Gore ---------------------------------------------- The cover picture is mine.

On the border of a kingdom named Caradel in a deep and great forest a man could be seen running, being chased by a group of men wearing armor as arrows flew in the air. One striking true to its target striking the man in the shoulder nevertheless the man continued running. The man named Baranor, a young man who had orange eyes black hair and tanned skin with a slight scruffy beard was running for his life while thinking to himself. 'How did this happen?!' Baranor running out of air feeling exhausted, and the blood flowing from his shoulder running down his back mixing with his sweat, Baranor stared in front of him only to see a drop off nearly 100 meters in front of him. The men behind him also seemed to notice that Baranor was running out of time, as nearly every single one of them let out a grin, as they approached the edge Baranor slowed to a halt, as did the men behind him. "Give up prince! Just accept what's to come, after all the throne is no longer yours to inherit!" Said the man leading the soldiers "I will never! Not after what you did to my men, not after what he did to my father!" Baranor replied "Hmph! So be it, I offer you life just for you to accept death" The man stated "Life? Life! you offer me death now or later, do you really think i'd be stupid enough to hand over the throne after witnessing your coupe against my father!" Baranor replied "Hmm, it seems your unwilling even till the end, Very well, Archer's! Fire!" The man commanded Baranor was now stuck between a rock and a hard place either jump off the cliff to a seemingly doomed fate or accept the fate that the man in front of him was offering. As he thought what he should do he heard the command the man spouted feeling the stress of the situation and his adrenalin nearly running out he decided. He'd rather die by his own hands than give the man in front of him that satisfaction! As he thought this he immediately took a step back falling to his doom. The man not expecting this looked rather confused only for his face to twist into a grin. 'Finally! Good riddance my dear prince!' The man said as he looked as the boy fell through the tough branches of the trees below Baranor looking up at one of the men that betrayed him thought to himself 'Is this how i really die? Well what can i say, i tried, i gave it my all.......' As Baranor was accepting his fate he thought back on his life only to be filled with rage 'No! I refuse to accept this laying down! Quintin I will come for you! I will come for all those who dare raise their sword to their king! No matter what! even if i have to accept a deal from the devi-' that was the last thought Baranor had before he hit the ground When Baranor hit the ground he didn't even feel the pain, just the shock, as it traveled through his body as his eyes slowly blurred he built up all his will to not pass out 'I refuse! I have to keep moving!' Baranor thought as he turned his body over back up When Baranor was starting to lose hope he started to hear faint whispers as he looked at the direction the whispers came he saw a cave, almost as if the whispers were drawing him in he forced himself to crawl and keep crawling, no matter what Baranor refused to stop crawling. Finally when Baranor arrived to where he heard the faint whispers they became louder almost screaming in his head as he saw it, a ring, resting on what looked to be an ancient place holder for it. Baranor grabbed the ring and lay on his back as he gathered his strength and said "My Fate! Is my own!" As he slid the ring on his finger. -------------------- -Author here Just a quick disclaimer! This novel is heavily inspired by lord of the rings if you couldn't tell also it's because i only ever saw one other story on a ring.

This is the story of Kir, who has to thwart the will of Heaven, Hell, and his parents in order to survive, protect the people he loves, and achieve happiness. He just has to make it through life at a magical academy and survive to find his birth mother, the lost Daughter of Heaven. If not, he will be forced to take his place at the side of his father, a Duke of Hell bent on destroying Heaven itself. It's a lot to handle for a quiet, brooding angel boy. Fortunately, he has company. A succubus, a foxkin girl, and a half-angel boy to start. And Kir has his own secret: knowledge from another life. ---- ************ Content Advisory: Sex of the pansexual variety (lots of it after chapter 50) Adult-Oriented chapters will be titled with * ************ PS: Thank you so much for considering my novel! I invite you to consider my other works if you are interested: https://www.webnovel.com/profile/4323849251 If you're interested in joining a forum for my books, or interfacing with me as the author, please use this Discord link: https://discord.gg/ksJ8dJup4d If you like what I have written, please comment, collect, and review, and I'll do my best to respond! Humbly, ~Haizao

One-line summary: He uses various methods to seek her affection, but she remains unmoved. Synopsis: Si Qingyu is a doctor who has saved countless lives and enjoys tranquility. Luo Shaoxuan is ruthless, deeply scheming, and the top young master in the capital. He admires Si Qingyu. Luo Shaoxuan: I want to be the only one in your eyes and heart. Features a cold and calm female lead vs A noble and scheming male lead. There will be both sweetness and torture towards the male after their marriage. Content tags: Sweet Story

Since a young age, Lucifer Morningstar had lived in suffering due to a deadly cancer that slowly consumed his body and soul. There was no hope, no future—until, in the final moments of his life, a mysterious light brought him into a new birth in another world: Eryndor, a magical land filled with ancient creatures, elemental powers, and buried history. In Eryndor, Lucifer awakened in the body of a 15-year-old teenager, still carrying the memories and pain of his past life. He was saved by a legendary dragon named Velgarion, one of the seven great guardian dragons of this world. Velgarion had raised him for years and possessed the Ring of Power, one of the Ten Infinite Rings—ancient artifacts that grant limitless magical energy to their bearer. However, those peaceful days came to an end. Velgarion is now dying, his soul being devoured by an ancient curse. In his final moments, the dragon bequeaths the Ring of Power to Lucifer and leaves behind a message that will change the fate of the world: the other nine rings are scattered across Eryndor, and if united, they can unlock absolute power... or bring about ultimate destruction.

On the continent of Fung Tan, power is divided: the Empire in the west, the Murim Alliance in the center, and the Demons in the east... But in the far south, the unassailable Supreme Court holds power. Fan, the heir to the Court and its future lord, has never stepped outside its walls. He was born there, lived there, and knew nothing of the real world... or himself. A year before his coronation, Fan decides to break free and embark on a journey to discover himself, his origins, and perhaps the family he's never known. Will he uncover his unknown past? Will he be satisfied with what he finds... or will the truth be harsher than he expected? "Lord of the Court" — An epic Asian fantasy novel about power, identity, and destiny.

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Un pasado marcado con sangre y un destino incierto, Alex un mercenario de una de las peores bandas es mandado a otro mundo luego de sufrir un accidente, en aquel mundo descubrirá cosas extraordinarias y vivirá grandes aventuras con el Black Ring el tesoro del universo. Aunque no esta solo, ya que su pasado lo perseguirá para pasarle factura de lo que alguna vez le hizo a muchas personas.

What if a mentally ill person was embodied in the novel of one of his victims? Although he is mentally ill and a serial killer, he does not harm women.

Cain had lost everything—the will to live, the strength to fight, and the belief that life held any meaning. Burdened by an abusive past and a lifetime of suffering, he made the ultimate decision to end it all. But death was not the end. Instead of fading into nothingness, Cain awakens in an unfamiliar world—trapped in the fragile body of a newborn. Yet, his memories remain intact. Every scar, every ounce of pain, and every moment of despair from his past life lingers within him. Reborn into a commoner family in a world of magic, power, and ruthless ambition, Cain soon realizes that fate has granted him a second chance. But this world is no paradise. Dark forces lurk in the shadows, and cruelty thrives just as it did before. Now, he stands at a crossroads: will he allow his past to haunt him once more, or will he rise above it and carve out a new destiny? Armed with the knowledge of his past life and the potential for power in this one, In a world where strength dictates survival, Cain refuses to let this life be wasted—no matter what it takes.

In a dying kingdom where faith rots in the temples and crowns are rusting on old heads, one boy is given a second chance—reborn into the crumbling noble House Aldercrest. Theodric was once a modern man, a brilliant mind suffocated by grief and a world that no longer held meaning. But now, in a realm of swords, subtle magic, and ancient bloodlines, he awakens as the only heir to a doomed duchy. With nothing but the memories of his past life, the love of his new parents, and a lion-headed crest barely clinging to honor, Theo makes a vow: he will not live quietly. Six years later, the world begins to stir. Armed with the knowledge of finance, innovation, and manipulation, Theo overturns tradition, challenges kings, builds watches to fund revolutions—and uncovers corruption rotting from the throne to the altar. And when the blade of betrayal falls... it is not Theo who burns. A dragon hatches. A god awakens. A new empire begins. As foreign nations whisper his name and allies grow uneasy, Theo does not blink. For he is no longer just a duke. He is the storm behind the banner, the fire behind the throne. He is the Dragon Duke. In a world that forgot the future, one man will forge it from steel, gold, and flame.

Allan Drake lived all of his life with his mother Helena and his brother and sister as a regular person until one day the whole world changed. The ressurgency of magic energy started, both humanity and nature went through an envolution process, everyone awakened mystic talents, while plants and animals evolved, gaining not only wisdom on the same levels as humans, but magic abilities as well. Empires made by beasts that were once simple animal rose from the ground. The planet expanded by 100 times, giving birth to new unexplored continents, ruins and dungeons. All Humans gained a talent with the ressurgency of this energy, some lucky ones gained two, but Allan is an anomaly. To his surprise he gained not one, not two, but ten talents and all of them were of high ranks. Now coupled with the power to create avatars and have a return on what they gain by 10 times and 8 more talents. What will Allan do with this newfound power? Will he become the new ruler of this world? Or will he become it's saviour?

DEMON RINGS Power was never meant to be bound. When ancient pacts shatter, only one bearer of the flame stands between salvation and annihilation. Dexter, a half-demon warrior cursed with the blood of the Nine Hells, never asked to be a hero. But after a warlock’s betrayal hurls him into a realm of shadows and fire, he uncovers a terrifying truth: the Demon Rings—once forged to imprison the most powerful beings in existence—are awakening. And they are choosing sides. With Tulopia, a seer whose past is older than stars, and the Seven Sons of Flame—elemental warriors forged in forgotten wars—Dexter must face corrupted legions and battle PRIMAL, the last demonic titan of flame. As kingdoms fall and realms collide, Dexter must confront the monster within, master the forbidden power of the rings, and make a choice that will either save the world… …or set it ablaze.

The room was thick with the smell of wine. January 2025, Aezren leaned against the couch with wine in his hand, His eyes red like the sun during an eclipse, while his hair a chaotic Blonde framed his face with eerie elegance, hoping not to be disturbed by the screams of people. He was the Grim Reaper and the cause of people’s misfortunes, so it was only natural that he was embraced by screams day and night. Without a moment’s notice, he heard another person cursing him. “Not this again…” he groaned as he got up. He sipped his wine as he watched the drunk woman cursing him from the reflection on his wine. Lavinia stood on the parapet wall with high heels, ready to fall at any moment. Her red lipstick messed up, her skin a shade of bright olive, her hair had faded black hair dye, her eyes a shade of deep green, reminiscent of the forest. Her movements came out unstable as she screamed out, “Seems like all doom is attracted to me!” she laughed, tears rolled down her face. “I’m really not,” Aezren scoffed as he rolled his eyes. His eyes blew into saucers at a closer look at her face. “That face, it’s her!” he exclaimed. “I can’t let her die,” he pleaded with desperation as his “heart” raced. Aezren put his glass of wine back on the table with telekinesis as he stood up and teleported to Lavinia. However, it was already too late and she jumped off. Aezren jumped off of the terrace and held her in his arms as he floated in the air. He quickly took her back to the terrace before anybody could notice. Lavinia shut her eyes tight, hoping for the worst to happen—her death. She opened her eyes soon after she realized that she was on solid ground. “What is it,” she smiled, “Am I in heaven or hell?” she walked as she wondered. She was in her own world. “You’re in none,” Aezren told her, about to crash out at her obliviousness. But of course, she was half rat — drunk as hell. He let out a deep sigh. She didn’t listen. He recited some sort of spell, his index and middle finger pointed at her. Since alcohol has similar affects to being dead, it was easy enough for him to get her to be sober. She blinked in surprise. “Wh…Who are you?” she stammered, taking steps back defensively. “Be my muse.” He asked her. He has been searching for a her for over 4 centuries now. Having been living for so long, he has started making paintings to pass time. He has her face like a fuzzy faded painting in his head, and he has always struggled to capture her in his paintings. Finding her was a dream come true for him. She couldn’t die. Not before he painted her. Lavinia’s breath hitched. She was hit with nausea and dizziness. “Please.. please leave me alone!” She begged, her voice came out louder than she wanted it to. Aezren stared at her, his expression unreadable. “I didn’t save you because I care about your life,” he said, voice low. “I saved you because you have a face that doesn’t belong to this era.” Lavinia’s breath hitched again, her head spinning, “What the hell does that even mean…?” “I’ve seen you before. In dreams, in sketches, in brush strokes I never finished.” He sighed, “Centuries of searching. And suddenly, you’re on a rooftop, yelling about doom like some half-broken opera.” “You’re insane,” she whispered, backing away. He didn’t argue. “Probably,” he said with a shrug. “But I don’t care what you believe. You’re here. And I need to paint you before you disappear again.” Lavinia blinked, confusion and fear wrestling inside her. But something about him—his tone, his posture, the weird mix of detachment and obsession—made her pause. Her stomach flipped. The room still spun, but she wasn’t sure if it was just the wine anymore. “Okay,” she said slowly, swallowing hard. TW: Might include topics or references to Self harm. Reader discretion is recommended.