Skyrim Executioner Armor

Waking up inside the ruins of an orphanage, Alexander finds himself chained and sold to slavery. A modern metallurgist, trapped in ancient times, watch as he tries to play with the cards fate dealt him. He will make plate armor, invent paper, build roads, teach governance and many more, as he tries to carve a place for himself. But how can such things not attract jealous eyes? The naval superpower- Cantagena, The unstoppable army of- Exolas, The superpower of the east- Adhania, The mercantile confederation- Sybarsis, The religious fanatics- Iyizarid, And the ever-present- Barbarians of the Barren Forrest, All want something from each other. In this ocean of sharks, follow a small carp as it struggles to leap through the dragon gate and establish a dynasty to outlast them all. The cover is not mine. If you are the owner of this cover, comment and I will remove it.

As soon as he opened his eyes, Li Ming was plunged into these tumultuous interstellar spaces, where countless civilizations held their shotguns at the ready, eyeing everything in the universe with covetous intent. For him, the most crucial issue at hand was solving the problem of food and warmth. Fortunately, he could control special items and gain special ability bonuses— 【Thunderclap Armored Exoskeleton—Grade D】 【Control Effect: Power Amplification—100%】 【Control Ability—Armored Four Arms: Develops four mechanical arms to aid in combat, and amplifies control by 50% with Thunder Element.】 He could even evolve it— 【Electromagnetic Power Engine】→【Cold Nuclear Reactor】→…【Stellar Furnace】 ……… An evolutionary path with no boundaries in sight, a supreme arsenal spread across the galaxies, and a grand expedition fleet casting endless blood and fire. When Li Ming unfolded the prism wings that covered planets and fired the super-range photon lasers, and the Stellar Furnace in his chest blossomed with a brilliance far surpassing the sun’s, supported by computational power from the Quantum Photon Calculator... In the universe, countless life forms exclaimed, "Flesh is weak; ascend through machinery!" Li Ming helplessly said, "but this really isn't mechanical ascension..."

Bai Xiao descended, lifting his head to not only see the bizarre and magnificent world but also the professional modifier he had downloaded before crossing over. "Drain all experience from my sub-occupations, 'Biological Mecha Master', 'Mystic Explorer', 'Special Hypnotist', transforming it into one million potential points, all enhancing my main occupation, 'Fighter'!" "I... have obtained the golden ultimate occupation, 'God of Martial Combat'!" The largest urban agglomeration in the world, a night of torrential rain. On the ground, countless Killing Ghosts and Fighters fought to the death, while hordes of metal Mechas and Biological Armors exploded and self-destructed. Blood and flame intertwined, plunging everything into primordial violence and chaos. Atop a high tower, Bai Xiao stood silently amidst the rainy darkness, like a stiff and terrifying statue. His crimson eyes looked down below, restrained yet bloody, cold yet hiding madness. He leaped down with his trench coat wildly dancing. The God of Martial Combat descended upon the final battleground! A cold voice echoed across the city skyline. "Next, I will kill everyone present! If you have the ability, try to stop me..." A modern city of extravagant luxury, an era of entertainment and consumption supreme. Beneath seventy years of peaceful façade, lied another mad and bloody Inner World. Fighters, masters of their martial traditions, and Killing Ghosts, controlled by combat modes, engaged in a frightful, relentless slaughter. Metal Mechas with terrifying energy and Biological Armors extracted from monstrous cells commenced a brutal struggle between old and new technologies. In this era infested with machinery and altered by external entities, to proclaim the power unique to humans might be an unimaginable romance...

Five years have passed since the Elves invaded Earth. The poor and criminals of the Republic of Ascaria are forced to join the ranks of the soldiers on the front lines while the rich and high-ranking government officials hide behind walls. Erend Drake is a young man who must go out and fight so his family can live in a squalid shelter within the walls. One night in the battle Erend had to die because he was killed by the Elves. But suddenly he wakes up the next day with a mysterious power. [Congratulations, you have been chosen to be the holder of Systema.] [Please choose the available skills] [ Dragon Armor ] [ Dragon Claw ] [ Dragon Eyes ] [ Dragon Wings ] [ Fire Breathing ] Erend did not expect that he would become a Dragonborn. The strongest race was feared by the Elves and the humans. Even feared by all Gods. (DISCLAIMER: THE COVER FOR THIS BOOK IS NOT MINE. PLEASE DM IF YOU WANT THIS REMOVED.)

Doomed to die! Facing such a fate, Ian Cloud, the crippled genius, has to make a choice… Either to wait for his impending death while decaying slowly, or to run into its embrace head-first for a chance to struggle and live on! Follow Ian as he enters the astonishing world of ‘The Lost Realm’, a super realistic VR game where danger lurks everywhere and getting logged out equals death. Will he manage to survive now that he is no longer restricted by his physical flaw? Or will he lose his last chance to fix his broken reality? ~~~-~~~ Disclaimer: This is purely a work of fiction and its events are completely made up. ~~~-~~~ - Check out my other novels: = Only I Am A Reader = My Plot Armor System (Current Release Rate: 7Ch/Week) (Current Gift Event: 1 Castle = +2 Extra chapters) - Discord: https://discord.gg/E7kYDhB

[Warning: Mature content R-18 ] My tags: Smart Mc - Harem - Milf Hunter- Op Mc - Cold and cunning Mc - edgy-Op-Mc, NO YURI, smut- romance-massacre. As flames scorched the land and blood painted the soil, a lone figure stood atop a mountain of fallen demigods and chosen apostles, his blade—a masterpiece of folded steel—dripping with the blood of those who dared to invade. The gods had taken everything: his clan, his love, leaving him with nothing but wrath. They had made one critical mistake, however—they had crossed into Makaiyama (魔界山), the sacred mountain of Ryukoku’s most feared legend: the Heavenly Demon. Beyond the veil of space and time, celestial beings gazed in shock. “Impossible…” one god whispered, watching as the Heavenly Demon, armed with nothing but raw skill and a dark aura, felled three divine kin. Rage flared across their ranks as they saw their immortal kin fall to mere mortal swordsmanship, untainted by magic. Even as the Heavenly Demon staggered, weapons lodged deep into his body, he fixed his gaze forward, crimson eyes blazing with defiance. His obsidian katana, blood-soaked, pierced the peak of Makaiyama like a stake driven into the heart of heaven itself. His voice echoed in the darkness between life and death, and there, in the chasm of despair, a metallic whisper resonated: “[Project God Executioner has been activated.]" "[Accept?]" the voice asked. With a heart ablaze, he swore vengeance. He would rise—not as a puppet, but as the gods' executioner.

A man with a lifelong martial arts background, raised in Asia due to his family's profession, moves to the US for education and work. He discovers Historical Medieval Battles through a colleague and becomes deeply passionate about it. He trains hard and becomes skilled enough to represent his country. During a competition, his armor fails, and he's struck in the head with a two-handed axe, seemingly dying. But is this truly the end?"

In the era of humanity's cosmic expansion, an unprecedented threat emerges: hostile, interdimensional combat organisms invade, unleashing catastrophic destruction across the solar system. To counter these enigmatic beings, humanity develops formidable technologies, including battle cyborgs, enchanted armor systems, and bio-parasitic light warriors. Yet, while the external pressure propels humanity's technological prowess to its zenith, it also fractures humanity's ideals and unity, plunging civilization into deep division. A tale of survival, innovation, and the cost of progress unfolds in the face of an existential crisis.

So to begin, this is technically a skyrim fanfic. Why isn't it in the fan-fics then? Simple! It's based on a game and I don't feel that counts as a fan-fic. Second, I've read like a few skyrim stories here lately. I liked them, as a bethesda fan boy... Well, now I need to take a crack at it. I literally start a new game of skyrim every new year. Its my tradition, so I felt I had to do this. If its bad, ah well. If its good, GREAT! Overall though, I feel we need more skyrim based stories or fan-fics. It has the perfect setting for the transmigration genre. Now read at your own risk.

In the tides of struggle and power, who can reach the ultimate? In a world of factions and species, who can attain power? In a land whose past is obscured by the naivety of the present, who can uncover the hidden? Karl lives in a world of species and evolution, his path thrust upon him without his consent. Cannons, rifles, shard armor, legions, knight cities, and hive cities. Injections, grace, blood, evil, and ruinous gods... The world has forgotten a soul. A soul whose coming is unpredictable but sure like the mist. Karl has awoken, and what path will he leave behind? Would it be the same?... Like before? This is the story of the "Son of the fallen empire" or is it the living error? Or perhaps...The reaper!

100000 years in the future, an age of spaceships and intergalactic empires rises. In the dark, endless void, unknown horrors await ready to vie for dominance of the universe. Waking up as a poor child, a man is reincarnated in the far future where he finds a universe filled with aliens, energy weapons, starships, power armor, as well as gods, magic, and rituals. Follow him as he becomes entangled with the various entities that dominate the void while he gains more power, and searches for a way back home. Inspired by Wh40k, starcraft, and lord of mysteries

The hero returns to the empire a dragon’s corpse dragged back. Armor askew. They trudge their way back body tired and broken. Home. They expect gratitude. They expect many things like a higher title. What they did not expect was to become the Royal Guard for the First Princess of the Ixmtaraza Empire. Isabella Desdemona. The hero is pulled into confusing politics and relationships within the castle walls. While without the empires converge and allies are made that could break the Ixmtaraza Empire. 18+ for excessive violence and other triggering content.

In a world ruled by chaos, endless wars, and untamed magic, a warrior emerges, determined to continually refine his own body, transforming it into an armored and lethal weapon. Painting the ground with rivers of blood at every step, Draco forges a path of destruction and glory, leaving indelible marks on a world teetering on the brink of collapse. ... Power Stones Campaign! - 100 Power Stones = 2 chapters - 500 Power Stones = 5 chapters - 1000 Power Stones = 8 chapters - 3000 Power Stones = 10 chapters ... Gift campaign! - 20 Golden Tickets = 1 chapter - Magic Castle = 5 chapters.  - Spacecraft = 15 chapters.  - Gachapon = 20 chapters.

In Ravenshire, Kyros, a ruthless warlord, seeks to conquer the town of Brookville. When Jael returns to rescue the children away from it's ruins, Kyros' anger is fueled by the memories Jael's presence brings and he orders her kidnap. As Sandra and her friends are left behind in the ruins of Brookville, they realize they are the only ones that possess the power, capable of confronting and destroying Kyros and his cult. With the fate of Brookville hanging in the balance, Sandra, Tony, Lissa, Ray and Anaia must choose between standing in the gap for the redemption of Brookville or cowering away like the others. But as the battle for Brookville rages on, Kyros' true intentions threaten to destroy the very fabric of reality. Can they prevent catastrophe, or will Kyros' will prevail? Would they be prepared to put on their armor and withstand the evil day? Ephesians 6:12-13

A young worker sees his end on the tracks of a train. He prays to an entity to have a second chance and it grants his wish. And he is reborn in a fantasy world of magic and mechas called Armor. But to his misfortune he is living in a game world where he is the VILLAIN. Can the young man named Rudel survive in a world where the world wants him dead for the sake of the protagonist?

What is this amazing sword!!?? This Shield too!? Even The Armor!? And This Staff Has A Lot of Magical Energy Into it!? That's what the customers said to me I'm a legendary Blacksmith In my new Life selling armors, shields, swords, and even mage staff.

In the cozy confines of a quaint café, 22-year-old Alissa spends her days serving warmth and hospitality alongside her best friend. Her life is a perfectly brewed blend of friendship, love, and laughter. That is, until the day Seth walks in. At 24, Seth is the world's youngest billionaire, with a reputation for being as ruthless as he is wealthy. His icy demeanor and razor-sharp tongue can freeze blood in its tracks. He's a master of manipulation, using his vast power to bend the world to his whim. When Alissa and Seth collide, their opposing worlds spark a tantalizing tension. As they engage in a battle of wits, Alissa begins to chip away at the fortress surrounding Seth's heart. But will she be able to penetrate the armor of a man who has built his empire on emotional detachment? Or will Seth's growing feelings for Alissa remain locked behind the walls of his frozen heart, threatening to destroy them both?"

"So, you're telling me I wrestled three cyclopes last night and... won?" Dr. Alexander Matthews, a myth-obsessed professor, never expected his latest research trip to Greece would lead to actually becoming Hercules. After stumbling upon a cursed diary, Alexander wakes up in ancient Greece... only now he’s got bulging muscles, an olive-wood club, and a to-do list that includes slaying the Nemean Lion. His body is built for heroics, but his mind is still very much a coffee-fueled academic. Between dodging centaurs and managing way too many injuries, Alexander struggles to keep his cool. With ancient monsters to fight, divine drama to dodge, and the constant realization that he's really bad at ancient Greek armor, Alexander must somehow survive Hercules' legendary labors — all while trying not to faint from pain... or embarrassment. "So, about the Nemean Lion... any chance it just needs a hug?"

You were the most beautiful under the heavens, a peerless beauty that could topple cities and nations, acclaimed as the most beautiful woman of the age. Did you think no man was worthy of you? You were wealthy enough to rival nations, with power that soared to the heavens, second only to none and above tens of thousands, standing at the very pinnacle of the world's order, where no one dared to meet your gaze? My name is Chen Dong. I could save your lives or take them just as easily.

A Girl ran through a forest shrouded in a deep fog. She was a young swordsman with long blue hair flowing behind him as she moved. Above his hempen clothing, he wore light iron armor and an iron forehead protector. The sword in his right hand, though somewhat small, was sturdily made. Why she was running and who is she a great mystery just started.

Everyone has their perceptions of Knights. The most common ones are found in storybooks. Shining armor, a gallant steed, glistening weapons, a coat of arms, exacting justice. Don’t make me laugh. It was all buttered up the way they wanted it to be, and I was just as foolish as to believe them until I saw. The atrocities they committed that went against the code of honor they swore upon. And because I saw, they came to me. The ones who wanted to fix this dastardly system with their hands and fix this rotten empire. And so I accept the realization that chivalry is dead. *This is not a LitRPG story! For all of you folks that like secret identities and masked protagonists, this is it! *No harems, no sex scenes, no power of friendship (or dues ex machine) *I do not own the cover art. All credit goes to the artist.

Amid a joyous Christmas celebration, friends Jayson and Nikolai along with their workmates, find themselves in the middle of a storm. Jayson woke up inside his friend's video game, which he soon found out was with him in a cell next to his. They were rescued by Malik, and joined the Imperial Legion, reuniting them with familiar faces, their co-workers and boss: Francis, Nica, and Oscar. Together, they find out that they shared the same last memory, and discover they've been transported to Skyrim in different times. Under the guidance of Oscar and Francis, Jayson and Nikolai venture on exhilarating adventures led by Malik. The Civil War looms, testing Malik's loyalty when Olly, a friend of Malik, and a Dragonborn, enters the scene. A tragic confrontation ensues, resulting in Malik and Oscar's demise and Olly's sudden departure after succeeding in eliminating General Tullius. In the cold landscape of Winterhold. Porcia sends Glenn, Maricar, and Erica on a quest to Pyeath Shadowthorn, unveiling Olly's emotional turmoil. Meanwhile, the mischievous Sheogorath weaves chaos for his amusement. A new vampire lord emerges, thanks to Sheogorath. Sheogorath unites Miraak and the vampire lord. The group of Jayson, Pyeath, and Olly himself embarks on a quest to unravel the truth, guided by the Elder Scroll of Ethereal Harmony. At the iconic 7,000 steps, tensions escalate between Olly and the groups of Pyeath and Jayson. Sheogorath soon reveals his orchestrations, warning of an imminent uprising by Miraak and the new Vampire Lord. In response, the "Frost Fall Alliance" is born, uniting the group against the looming war in Skyrim. They face challenges, mysteries, and internal conflicts, striving to maintain harmony amidst the chaos.

On a normal tuesday, the world broke apart, the sky started cracking and from the firmament above nightmarish creatures started descending. The ground split and from the depths, humans greatest fears rose above But Humans are known to be adapteable and hard to kill, adapting and spreading, just like a virus. Brought down to the bottom of the food chain, they were forced to adapt and that they did. Hunting down those creatures and even creating things like armor and weapons out of their carcasses. One brave human found out you could use their heart to enhance your body, by consuming it, simultanously onlocking a screen that recors those enhancements. twenty years after the day the world was turned upside down, humanity finally created their own foothold in the world once more and moved up the food chain. This isn't a story of struggle though, but more of a story of two friends just fooling around and somehow dealing with the consequences

"Alright, listen up, you ungrateful peasant readers. Yeah, you, sitting there, thinking you know better than me about my story. Just because I threw in a little—just a little—plot armor, everyone loses their minds. Like, come on, you dumbshit! It's my novel. If I want my characters to survive an apocalypse by tripping over a conveniently placed banana peel, then so be it. Go ahead, call it lazy writing. Call it bullshit. But I know you love it. You can’t get enough of my endless, godlike creativity. And don’t you dare pretend otherwise." That was what I just typed in a fit of rage before pressing enter and sending it out as an announcement. They will rage, I knew. They will be infuriated, obviously. But I was living for that. However, then… this one weird comment pops up, it says, “Wanna change the storyline of billions of novels with your plot armor?” "Great, another joker." But whatever. I’m intrigued. So I click. And, holy hell, my computer screen goes haywire, flashing like a rave in a mental asylum. A shadowy figure appears, all mysterious and ominous, like it's ripped straight out of one of my more “experimental” chapters. And before I can blink, it says, “Welcome to the Plot Armor Agency. Your services are required. Your task: Rewrite reality.” Plot Armor Agency Server : https://discord.gg/bZJ5v6jA8B Also on RoyalRoad.

Yr **21; In one of the United Galaxy's most secured solar systems, a ship battle was happening near the's solar systems sun. The battle ended with the victor being Kid Denote Origen and his father. After a series of events, Kid had gotten teleported to *******, USA with a maid, a bird made of completely energy, and a suit of armor, Let's see how the story evolves together, shall we? ------ Heyo! peeps I'm a noob author that is working by a click so plz go easy on me. Also if u have any comments, suggestions, or anything else just tell me. Also soon I'll be asking for numbers from 1 to 100. This picture wasn't mine, https://magicartworld.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/07/6417db71f5b1e512f96e9120ec95bac0-736x585.jpg, if you own this then pls tell me if you want me to take it down.

I am an imperial bead, a bead designed only to kill Now what if I am known as a traitor, a traitor to the empire?

"Gosh, you and your Divine-Level items, you are so cocky, yet you are still garbage amongst other garbage compared to me." I said, looking at my agonizing enemy. "Yo- You just got lucky!" He screamed. "AHAHAHAH," I finally had gone insane after all these years. "LUCKY? FUCKING LUCKY?! DID YOU EVEN LOOK AT WHAT ITEMS YOU HAD? THOR'S HAMMER, HERMES'S BOOTS, THE SWORD OF ARTEMIS, AND THE ARMOR FORGED BY HEPHAISTOS! WHILE I HA- No, you know what, forget it, you're better off dead." "UnLuck", VR Novel, Author: ZeroKip.

In a dark night a skinny male walks out of a house shaking with iron armor on and a long diamond sword he walked forward and began scavenging with a torch in his left hand his with people in black robes with crossbows in their hands and a banner with a weird symbol in it follow this man closely i watched intently as i reported it to a gang located in a warehouse.

"Hello X news here today we are interviewing the family related to the perpetrator that carried out multiple armored attacks throughout the city and land eventually trying to start his country on a uncharted island" the reporter speaks firmly and clearly... "Missus and Sir what are your thoughts on your son?" He held the microphone to the fathers mouth "Well for one i think that piece of shit is finally doing something in his life finally something than being cooped up in his room as a good for nothing!" The fathers wife held his arm even more tightly "How could you! he is our son... Son if your seeing this please be safe we love you and your father just wants the best.." -The noise suddenly cuts off "Supreme leader your actions have finally spread through out America happy?"

In a world where weapons and armor no longer decided the outcome of war, a very few select people had the ability to manipulate Soul Energy; a very rare but powerful ability. The ability to manipulate Soul Energy was known as Soul Magic, an art practiced by Soul Magicians. One such Soul Magician was a young boy - Angelo. He was by no means special nor powerful, however, he had one thing that no one else had; He had passion, he wanted to explore the world he inhabited and find out the secrets left behind by the past. But one day, everything for Angelo had changed completely. The day he found out of his bloodline, and his relation to his father, Lucifer, the most powerful Soul Magician, and the most malevolent.