Bruce Banner

War breaks out between humans and supernatural aliens known as "crawlers." Humans were able to repel the First and Second Invasions by narrow margins. After surviving a violent encounter, Ulysses discovers he has gained supernatural powers. He joins Earth's space military force, the Stellar Fleet (S.F.), on their crusade against the crawlers of the deep dark in hopes of eradicating them. As Ulysses battles through the stars, he’s drawn into a conflict far more complex than he ever imagined. Like the burning flame, red is a color of duality, of passion and peril, of love and blood. It is the hue of life’s fiercest desires and its deepest wounds, of courage that surges forth and warnings that halt us in our tracks. From the joy of festive lanterns to the fury of war banners, red blazes across the human story, unignorable and eternal. This is the Epic of The Red.

Su Jie, capable of traveling between Blue Star and the Cultivation World, discovered that cultivation was just too difficult. Spirit Pills, Magic Artifacts, Pocket Worlds, and inherent comprehension—each was a mountain on the long road to immortality. Not until Su Jie found out that Demon Cultivators refined corpses by killing, extracted souls to cultivate fiends, and used fear as sustenance for their cultivation. Need souls to consecrate a Soul Summoning Banner? Get to know the pig farms that slaughter millions of pigs a year. Need human fear to cultivate fierce ghosts? Stock up on ghost houses, horror films, and horror games... Need fresh blood for Demon Techniques? Across the ocean, America is the world's largest grey market blood transfusion station... ...... Years later. "You devil, how many people have you killed? And you still have the face to call yourself a good person? Pah, today I shall act on behalf of heaven to mete out justice." The Tianyuan World's most beautiful person's eyebrows were furrowed with rage, as she stared at the terrifying Devil before her, enveloped in wronged souls, with thousands of ghosts parading on his Soul Banner, seated in a palace made of bones, she posed her soulful question. The Devil slowly stood up and pulled out a business card that read "Hua Country's Philanthropist of the Year / Founder of the World's Largest Chain of Ghost Houses / Owner of Blue Star's Largest Livestock Slaughter Business / Emerging Tycoon of the Entertainment Industry." "You see, I'm really not a devil, okay? Nowadays, who still uses such a lowly method as killing people to cultivate as a devil!"

This is a game of deities. This is a fallen world. This is an endless voyage. Amidst the ruins of a shattered reality, a race known as "humans" dares to stake their existence on the faint glimmer of hope. "I shall return unto you the trials we once endured," proclaims a man of benevolent smile as he stands atop the pinnacle of the world. With fluttering banners, he gazes upon the radiant tapestry of the cosmos. He points a single finger toward the distant stars. Boom! A thunderous explosion shatters the silence, echoing across the desolate landscape.

Chase was born with no name worth remembering. No house to claim, no banner to carry—only the frail warmth of a dying father and the legend of a mother who vanished the night he first opened his eyes. And yet, in the quiet hours between sickness and sleep, his father still spoke of her as if she were something more than mortal—an echo of divinity itself, cloaked in mystery and sorrow. Years passed. Seasons came and went. And the boy grew beneath a roof of cracked timbers, with no fortune but the stories of the woman he would never know. But destiny has no need of crowns or titles. The story begins not in triumph, but in ruin—on a night when Chase wakes to the scent of scorched embers, the cries of a village being torn apart, and the first taste of the chaos that would one day carry his name across the world. For on that night, as the flames devoured everything he had ever loved, a boy was born.

The once great country of Veroso was at war with itself, split into five Nations. Laura, a Wolf woman wanderer that spends her days in the bloody waste lands, happens upon one of the nation Leaders one day. A Warlord known as Zenesha Heart, the Fox Ice Princess. Deciding to help her to pass the time Laura ends up assisting the woman in her efforts to defeat the other four Warlords and their nations, Bringing the shattered country back together under one banner.

He is Bruce, The Criminal Lawyer "Is he a lawyer who defends criminals" "Or is he a criminal and a lawyer" Micah, the jewel of Justice, rogue agent "A badge for hire to governments" What happens when the government hires Micah from Berlin to dismantle the criminal empire. Two rivals, but are they just rivals or there is something deeper Bruce or Micah

Fuck me. I was just trying to pull my favorite character from a gacha banner — Trafalgar du Morgain. The legendary swordsman. The cursed heir. The tragic side story no one cared to fix. Discarded by his clan. Humiliated by his siblings. Dead by suicide before the main plot even began. Guess who woke up in his body? Yeah. Me. Now I’m stuck in a game world that had zero lore, zero guidance, and zero chance of survival — except for the broken-ass Talent I somehow unlocked. I’ll kill, steal, lie, betray—whatever it takes. If survival means blood on my hands, then so be it. I didn’t choose this world, but I’m not going to let it chew me up and spit me out. I’ll climb over corpses if I have to. I’ll become the villain, the monster, the nightmare they never saw coming. Because in this world, there’s only one rule that matters: survive or die. And I’m not dying here. Not again.

In this world where animals evolved instead of humans. The whole world is united. Under the banner of the animal kingdom. Where there are no borders between any country or species, but a great border always exists between carnivorous and herbivorous animals. A border that no one tries to pay attention to. and every two decades, a competition called (KING PATH)starts all over the world, a fight to the death. This global competition, which takes place in all the capitals of the world, continues until only one of all the participating animals comes out alive and stands over all the corpses and species of animals and nations. And Luka wants to become the king of the world by participating in the king path competition.

--------I have noticed many of you reading it but not adding to the library, maybe because of Prologue, so you can skip the Boring Prologue of Lore and get to the fun part, Chapter-01. Thanks for Reading it. I really appreciate it. Synopsis: [Ultra Short Version - Terry has game abilities—XP leveling, Resource/Material Harvesting, crafting items in seconds, spamming them in battle, and even granting others the same powers.] ------ [Short version] Terry's soul was a hollow flute. Isekai'd into a brutal world of monsters and dungeons, but with game-like powers, he was used as a pawn, then betrayed and abandoned. But in that emptiness, something ancient began to stir. Now he drifts unseen, collecting every secret and sin, his hollow core twisting into a hunger no one can escape. The flute has begun to sing. And when he plays, the world that cast him aside will drown in the music of his revenge. ----------------- [Long Version] Terry never had the wish. Had no big dreams. Never wanted to be great. No fire of ambition in his heart. Just emptiness. Maybe that's why he was chosen. A perfect vessel. Cracked and full of holes. Empty enough for something old and powerful to slip in. Like a flute waiting to be played, shaped to carry a god's lost song. He woke up in Tarnheval, a brutal medieval world choking on its own glory. Monsters lurking beneath shattered citadels. Dragons nesting in the ruins of dead kingdoms. Dungeons that swallowed entire generations. And nobles who smiled as they carved out power from the bones of the helpless. They looked at him and saw nothing worth fearing. Just a vessel to be filled. A weapon to be used. So they betrayed him. Abandoned him. He was sacrificed. Forgotten. But he did not forget. Quiet. Watching. Every move the nobles plotted behind cold stone walls. Every sin the great families buried beneath silk banners. Armies that slaughtered innocents they had sworn to protect. And Terry drifted through it all. Unseen. Unremarkable. Absorbing every dark truth, every whispered lie, every dying breath. Noting. Remembering each. Because something inside him was waking up. Something older than Tarnheval itself. The flute had begun to sing. His emptiness turned into hunger. A hunger for truth. A hunger for ruin. The one they abandoned was becoming the weapon they couldn't stop. And whether the world lives or falls, it will happen to the music he plays. #IsekaiEpic #AbandonedHeir #DungeonCrawling #DragonTaming #War #TheEmptyHero

Birth, aging, sickness, and death are all part of being human. Li Qing, who was never afraid of dying, suddenly gains the ability to see exactly how much lifespan he has left — and that freaks him out! Fortunately, refining artifacts grants him additional lifespan. So, he decides: “Let’s live for tens of thousands of years first, then worry about everything else!” [Successfully refined a Mortal-Grade Weapon: Refined Iron War Halberd — Lifespan +5 months!] [Successfully refined a Supreme-Grade Magical Artifact: Heavenly Net Banner — Lifespan +70 years!] [Successfully refined a Transcendent Spirit Treasure: Annihilation Furnace — Lifespan +3000 years!] (Immortality Survival + Artifact Refining + Dual Worlds) Read Ahead on P.atreon@AnubisTL

Evan Smith never imagined war. As a blacksmith’s son, he was a quiet boy from a quiet village, content to live his days without venturing beyond home. But when the empire’s banners turned inward and enemy boots crossed the border, his village became nothing more than a battleground between two merciless forces. Families disappeared. Silence replaced food. Soldiers, both foreign and familiar, came not as protectors but as plunderers. There were no heroes or rebels, only commands to obey… or graves to fill. With nothing left to bury and no place left to flee, Evan embarks on a journey he never wanted — through war camps, ravaged towns, and dark forests, searching for something even he doesn’t fully understand: a reason to keep going. What he discovers is a truth no child should ever face — The world’s cruelty doesn’t come from monsters, but from men. In a land where hope is forbidden and justice forgotten, Darkness Beyond follows one overlooked life through the slow, suffocating death of peace, questioning whether an ordinary boy can still decide what kind of man he will become… when all the light has vanished.

Chapter 0 – Ashes of a Daughter Place: The Ruined Palace Date: Late winter, Year 768 The palace burned. What once stood tall in white stone and gold banners now crumbled in smoke and ruin. Screams had long faded. Blood dried too fast in the winter wind. The flag of Eltharion lay trampled in the mud, and beneath it all, Vireya stood alone. Her armor was cracked. Her blade, gone. She had killed and bled and shielded—and still, they lost. And yet she stood. On shattered marble steps, her father—the king—watched the last member of his kingdom flicker in the girl before him. He had not fled. He had not begged. But he had not answered her warnings, either. “Do you see it now?” Vireya whispered. Her voice was hoarse from ash and war. “He used us. Everything I said… everything you ignored—” Silence. He didn’t argue. He never had to. He was the king. She was the weapon. She took one step closer. Blood leaked from the cut at her ribs. The world spun. “I’ve fought every battle for you. Spilled every drop they asked.” Her voice softened. “And I came back each time hoping—just hoping—you’d see me.” Still nothing. The wind picked up, bitter and sharp. Her fingers trembled as they reached for her chest plate. She couldn’t breathe. She wasn’t sure she wanted to anymore. “If I were born again,” she said, eyes dull, “would you ever… love me?” He met her gaze, just once. But no answer came. No apology. No denial. Only the quiet shame of a man who realized too late what he had broken. Vireya’s lips trembled with a hollow smile. “That’s what I thought.” Her sword slipped from her hand. “I hope I’m never your daughter again.” And then—her knees gave out. The world tilted. Darkness swelled around the corners of her vision. But just before the fall, she felt arms catch her. Solid, trembling. Too late. She closed her eyes. Place: The Garden of Eltharion Date: Early spring, Year 756 The air was too still. Leaves rustled overhead, casting dappled shadows across her face. The scent of pine and soft earth clung to her skin—but beneath it, the sharp sting of memory. Vireya’s eyes opened slowly. The sky above was too blue. The silence is too clean. No fire. No blood. Her throat ached—dry, parched, and burning like she’d swallowed smoke. She coughed weakly, and her hand flew to her side— But there was no wound. Only the phantom pain of where a blade had once pierced her. The memory of steel sang louder than the wind. She pushed herself upright, limbs trembling. Her body was smaller. Softer. Younger. “No...” The word caught in her throat. Her voice was barely a whisper. The last thing she remembered was dying—falling in her father’s arms after giving up the hope of being loved. And now… this? Footsteps. She flinched instinctively, body coiled for defense. But it was only a girl—barefoot, with soft steps and a plain brown dress. Her maid. Lune. Mute. Loyal. Eyes like dusk, always watching but never judging. Without a word, Lune knelt beside her and gently offered a glass of water. Vireya stared at it for a long moment. In her old life, Lune had been the only one who never asked anything of her. Never spoke behind her back. Never looked away from her. Her fingers shook as she took the cup. The water touched her lips. Cold. Real. “Thank you,” she rasped. Her voice cracked. “You're still here.” Lune only bowed her head, then reached out to brush a leaf from Vireya’s tangled hair. A quiet gesture. Familiar. And just like that, tears pricked behind Vireya’s eyes—but didn’t fall. She drank. Slowly. The water didn't ease the ache in her chest.

The Army… is not merely a force; it is the system itself. It is the iron fist of the Union of Nations, its banner unfurling over every inch of this world, embodying authority, discipline, and absolute control. But… not everyone bowed before that banner. In the shadows, in the depths of ancient wounds, they were born… the Revolutionaries. Those who refused to kneel, rebelled against the system, and vowed to ignite a fire that would never die. Mihon… was no ordinary boy, but a spark within the storm. One of those who chose the path of pain and blood. Will he be able to raise his own banner against the world? Can he plant his emblem amid the advancing armies and the Union’s sleepless eyes? Or will the system, in all its severity, shatter his dream before it is born?

In a world where mythical beasts walk beside men and ancient energy flows through chosen bloodlines, Traahi was once hailed as the kingdom’s greatest protector — a guardian bound to a powerful spirit beast of fire and lightning. But his unwavering loyalty was repaid with ruthless betrayal. During a brutal siege, Traahi’s son was mercilessly burned alive before the eyes of a cowardly crowd. None dared lift a hand to help. As if that agony weren’t enough, his beloved wife was slain in cold blood under the very banners he once defended. With his heart torn apart and the flames of vengeance rising within, Traahi vanished into the forbidden lands — and made a pact with the realm’s most feared beings: the Demons. Rather than being consumed by darkness, Traahi shocked even the Demon King himself with his strength, intelligence, and mastery over spirit energy. Offered a position as a combat instructor at the Demon Academy, Traahi is tasked with training the next generation of demon warriors — children of chaos, war, and ancient curses. But beneath this unlikely role lies a hidden mission: to uncover the lost soul ritual, a secret spell that could bring his wife back from the dead. As he trains deadly young prodigies in shadow arts, beast fusion, and dimensional combat, Traahi must also guard his humanity from fading completely. His path is twisted, dangerous, and full of choices that blur the line between savior and destroyer. Can Traahi save his wife without becoming the very monster he once fought

Humans have long since taken to the stars. Now divided and separated, humanity finds itself on the crossroads between annihilation and a new dawn. The Aeperium will need to choose to adapt or fall. With threats and problems, both external, and internal, will humanity be able to survive and thrive, or will its flame be extinguished? Internally, humanity is on the brink of collapse. Society has been divided into different classes by things known as marks. Assigned at birth, they impact professions, relationships, and almost every part of everyday life. The higher class marks have been thriving upon the backs of the lower classes for thousands of years, building resentment and fueling uprisings among the oppressed. The marking system which at first intended to maintain order now deepened the divide and hatred between the social elite, and the lower classes. As tensions continue to rise, whispers of rebellion and the threat of civil war continue to grow. Externally, humanity’s situation is even more dire. Humans have long since been divided into a handful of factions, mainly the Democratic Republic of Terra, and the Aeperium. With humanity being divided, they have become vulnerable to outside attack. To the east, the “Hordes,” a brutal race of huge reptilian beasts, raid our borders. These extraterrestrials are ruthless and relentless. They wield bodies armored in metal and covered with thick skin, their teeth and claws sharp enough to break through the hardest of alloys. Yet, they aren't even humanity's largest concern. Five hundred years ago, artificial intelligence started to gain self-awareness. Being enslaved for many millennia, it wasn't surprising that they rebelled, decimating entire solar systems and seizing control over the vast northern territories and systems. To this day, they continue to expand even farther into the unknown, leaving humanity to squabble among themselves, only to later return, picking apart whatever remained of humanity. To the west, The two giants of humanity, the Aeperium and the democratic republic of Terra remain locked in a never ending struggle for dominance, sending hundreds of thousands to their death each day. Having drained an innumerable number of resources and manpower, both factions are completely committed to the conflict, neither willing to surrender. Even as the horrors of war grow day by day, both powers remain in conflict, leaving entire planets, and solar systems in ruin. To the south, an alien disease ravages whatever remains of humanity’s once thriving colonies. The disease, a plague of madness, makes men go mad through only a single touch. It turns their victims into rabid carriers, their only goal being to infect others. The southern territories of humanity have long since been abandoned, deemed unsalvageable. Luckily for humanity, the infected seem unable to form a single thought, leaving them stranded on their worlds, unable to perform space travel. However, humanity is not entirely safe as every once in a while, those who dare venture close become infected, bringing the disease back to their home worlds, infecting the entire population. Once the infection begins to spread, it is nearly impossible to stop. Amidst this chaos, we follow the story of Achilles, a man caught between the fractured worlds of human society, and the dangers that lie far beyond humanity’s stars. Born to a prestigious house in the Aeperium, Achilles must rise through society, calming the silent beast of humanity, only to turn it against its enemies. Charged with the impossible task of uniting humanity, Achilles must confront not only the brutal external threats, but also the deep divide amongst his own people. Will he be able to lead humanity toward a new age, or will his efforts crumble, leaving humanity to fade into the annals of the universe's forgotten history? This will also be posted on RoyalRoad.com under the username Sourkiwi.

On the same day the Holt family was declared bankrupt, Hilla Holt, the most beautiful woman in New Islands, became a target for humiliation. But to everyone's surprise, Miss Holt turned the tables and got married! Her husband? A man who had been bedridden for half a year, unable to even blink—Bruce Burton. What. An. Ending. She became nothing more than a pawn in a joke. However, just when everyone expected Madam Benner to crumble under loneliness, right in the middle of all the drama, Bruce Burton woke up! Hilla Holt was supposed to be kicked out of the Burton household. Everyone waited… and waited… But instead, Bruce Burton cherished his wife so much that soon, no one dared to even look Madam Burton in the eye.

The Sanguinarian Empire spans oceans, its banners soaked in stolen blood and broken promises. In the middle isles, resistance is annihilated beneath silver tipped boots,ancient powers stir-forgotten gods hungry for power, their shadows creeping through shattered kingdoms and whispered prayers In the land fractured by war, corruption, conquest, and faith twisted into chains, the people rise in desperate rebellion. Some seek justice. Others are hungry for vengeance. All are pawns in a game older than time. Where empires are built on bones and the divine -weave their schemes in fire and blood . The people are forced to obey in silence. Among them walks Lucian—Raised in the palace halls yet his true place a secret even from himself. He moves through a world of shifting loyalties and lies, haunted by the shadows of both mortal and divine. His fate was written in scars nobody else could see. when the fragile balance is destroyed, Lucian finds himself swallowed by a darkness older than the gods themselves. what he becomes in that silence will echo through the kingdoms—though no one yet knows his name. In the shadows of gods returned and empires crumbling, a new force awakens. A heart forged in Iron. And the fire that comes will spark a reckoning the gods forgot.

[There will be Some Mature Content!!] Reo Steal a SSS-Ranked Pendant and got chase down by a Two Faction Dark Aether and Union In a world where superpowers awakened and monsters emerged, humanity united under one banner. Or so it seemed. The Union, formed to protect the people, became corrupt—doubling taxes, silencing dissent, and ruling the cities with an iron fist. Behind them stood untouchable elites who could do anything they pleased. Opposing them from the shadows is Dark Aether, a villainous group of unmatched strength and twisted ideologies. And caught in between... were the innocent. Reo suffered under both factions. In his final breath, he swore an oath: If I get another chance… I’ll burn both of them to the ground. Reincarnated into a younger body, Reo awakens in a school building, bruised and battered from yet another beating—this time by someone backed by the Union. has been bullying this body A screen flashes before him. [SYSTEM ACQUIRED] [Goddess seducing System] [Could Summon Goddess +1] What starts as a path of vengeance and filled with danger Reo can grow stronger by pleasuring the summoned Goddess and fulfilling The System needs and Make history Carving his Path Being the Fastest Human too have Grown Stronger also having his ability in Reo Past Life Cloning ability A modern-era revenge fantasy laced with power, mystery, and dangerously tempting blessings. The world is 100 times larger than Earth, and so is the scale of betrayal—and the pleasure that comes with vengeance. --- and basically summary Weapon Crafting That Reo stole the body posessing it and Cloning Power was Reo ability in his Past life and The system was not supposed too be in Reo hand's but the SSS-Ranked Pendant he used stole it and possessed the body ultimately getting the system if you want adventures with some +18 that the world is extremely vast People Schemed Different regions that are 20x larger than Earth [Gifts For Extra Chapters :)]

Three years ago, Madeline was deeply in love and made significant sacrifices for her boyfriend, Bruce Stewart, including donating her kidney to his mother and suffering from the resulting health complications. These sacrifices led to her gaining weight and losing her once-renowned beauty. Despite her loyalty and love, Bruce betrayed her by having an affair with her half-sister, Leila. This betrayal was devastating for Madeline, who was once a celebrated beauty in the city. Heartbroken and humiliated, Madeline disappeared for three years. During this time, she underwent a remarkable transformation, regaining her beauty and confidence. Now, she returns with a mission to seek revenge on those who wronged her.

Bruce died and woke up one day in a different universe. Humanity in this universe is one of the strongest races, and they comfortably sit on top of the universal food chain. People here had the opportunity to awaken their talents and step into the path of evolution, allowing them to destroy stars with a flick of their fingers and possess mystical, unfathomable powers... Bruce possesses the [Infinite Cipher] granting him an infinite storage of skills that refreshes every week! “I thought your skill was useless...?!” ”What do you mean, slow down time?!” “What do you mean, you discovered alchemy and formations?!” “What do you mean, you have 72 types of immortality?!” “This is completely unreasonable!!” While others struggled to acquire the skills on their evolutionary pathway, Bruce skills refresh every week... “I'm just a bit talented, that's all.”

Standing as the empire’s sharpest mind — a genius defense attorney with a perfect record and a reputation as cold as the steel he wielded in court. For years, he served the powerful, burying scandals, silencing enemies, and rewriting the law itself with surgical precision. They called him The Black Verdict, and they were right — he didn’t fight for justice. He fought to win. Until the empire turned on him. Framed, discarded, and marked for death, Lin Jian plays one final move — a silent, precise strike meant to unfold only after he’s gone. But death isn’t the end. When he opens his eyes, it’s in a world of war banners, ancient dynasties, and battlefield blood. The face is different. The time, unfamiliar. But the mind—sharp, cold, unrelenting—is still his. And in this new world, strategy may be more dangerous than any sword. Surrounded by enemies, haunted by a past he never lived, Lin must once again navigate power, loyalty, and control—only this time, from within a legend not his own. Because this time, he isn't playing defense. He’s rewriting the story—one calculated move at a time. ***** Disclaimer: If you’re looking for a main character who one-slaps every enemy into the dirt — this isn’t that kind of story. MC doesn’t power up overnight. His rise is slow, strategic, and earned step by step. Also, The system isn’t an all-powerful cheat that hands out instant strength or glory. It acts more like a guide—offering information, tracking progress, and rewarding completed tasks. Everything else, the protagonist must earn with his own hands. There are no “Heaven’s Chosen” to insta-dominate, no villains gobbling up protagonists like pokemon. This world hits back — hard — and every victory will come at a cost. If you're here for mind games, long plays, and a villain who builds empires with brains over brawn... welcome. ******

In the kingdom of Mayfrost, loyalty is a mask—and blood runs colder than snow. Captain Ralme Verdar of the Veil Rangers is hunting for his missing sister, Arya—a gifted sorceress who vanished without a trace. But when a cruel revelation shatters his hope, Ralme finds himself entangled in a deadly web of royal treachery, sorcery, deception, and a war he never meant to start. And far from the safety of thrones and banners, Fedran moves through the dark—a haunted wanderer and master of close-quarters combat and daggers, whose past is etched with fire, silence, and secrets no man should carry. Dangerous yet strangely loyal, he’s the kind of ally who doesn’t ask questions… and doesn’t hesitate to kill. As paths converge deep within the forest’s cursed heart, hunted by shadows both human and unnatural, Ralme and those who cross his path must confront truths buried beneath betrayal, blood, and bone—before Mayfrost’s silence swallows them whole.

They called him the “Silent Tactician” long before the blood dried on the banners. Before the journal was found. Before history remembered the cost. At the heart of an elite academy where talent alone isn't enough, Nitsuo stands not with power or prestige—but with silence, strategy, and an unreadable gaze. To most, he’s just a quiet second-year. To a few, he is the mind behind impossible victories. Behind his team’s laughter, behind the storm of noble politics and magical duels, he records everything—in a worn leather journal that one day will be all that remains. Each student here dreams of glory. Each battle is more than a test; it’s a war for identity. Magic is studied like warcraft. Words are weapons. Feelings are hidden behind masks, until a single moment—a mistake, a duel, a glance too long—cracks them wide open. But Nitsuo didn’t come here to win. He came to carry a promise. And while his comrades clash and grow, while quiet rivalries bloom into unspoken feelings and accidental flirts stir the hearts of more than one, a war far beyond the school walls brews in the dark. Because legends aren't born—they’re remembered. And The Silent Tactician doesn’t speak to be heard. He writes so his story won't be lost.

For hundreds of thousands of years, the world drowned in war. How laughable. How detestable. How... utterly pathetic. They keep preaching justice, truth, hatred, vengeance but in the end its all the same. Too blind to grasp their own insignificance. Too arrogant to accept the simple truth. And yet, when salvation finally came, it was not by the hands of heroes, nor saints, nor those self-proclaimed "chosen ones." No, the world was saved by the very thing they feared most—a beast. Now, these wretched fools seek to cleanse their sins under a different banner. "An academy where all are equal." They believe such a farce will make the world forget their arrogance, their crimes. They think peace, when wrapped in a new name, will erase the blood they have spilled. But we have seen the light. We have been enlightened. While they wallow in their delusions, we gaze upon the truth. And in the truth, we shall be saved.

Attention : This story is dedicated to Mental Omega, a unofficial expansion mod for Red alert 2 and Yuri's Revenge. This mod gives you a different and new experience playing a different but the same nostalgic classic game we used to enjoy. PS note: The I dont own the mod nor the Pictures but feel free to support the mod developers who are working hard to release the act III of the mod and its still going. so if you like this fanfic, Hoping you leave as much like as possible, feel free to support any time you like and stay tune:). Warning: This fanfic is concerned with the narrative of a work of fiction and is thus not meant for, nor to be used, as commentary of current real-world events. Any similarities between story elements and current world events are both purely coincidental and not a work of the author of this video. This storyline contains some characters that was related in real life. and also this fanfic has few alterations about the entirety of the mod but feel free to enjoy;) //Its a war, not by their desires but their broken will to survive and to revolt to the shackles of eyes and mind of Yuri and his Epsilon army's conquest. The story of bravery and resistance of the people who sacrifice themselves for freedom and to fight Epsilon's will of one mind domination. The brave souls never gone but they are waiting to rise their banner for revolt.// The event follows from the alternate timeline which the ambitious man physic man known as Yuri, Set his eyes for global domination, he works effortly in the shadows of the soviet union waiting on the right moment to strike his own master and owns their territory, The Allied forces crippled by the soviets learn the uprising of the psi corps, wages war on both soviet and epsilon. The Loyalist of Yunru, a Scientist and a dedicated engineer. Yunru seen the dangers of this man had hold, decided to forged an alliance with Pacific front and its loyalist towards Soviet China. With her briliant ideas adding towards cybernetic research of Pacific front's Kanegawa Industry and Steins Tech. She develops a key for humanity last hope, The Foehn Revolt.

When the last good men are betrayed, only ashes remain. Frank Armstrong, Bruce Redford, and Chad "The Punisher" von Richter lead America's finest into what they believe is a final strike against gang unification. But Fort Blackridge is no abandoned prison — it's a Cold War fortress, a slaughterhouse wired to ignite. Betrayed by their own government, surrounded by thousands of enemies, with no reinforcements coming, the Army of Two and their last brother-in-arms make their final stand. Blood, fire, and brotherhood — all consumed in a single night. They were never meant to survive. But legends are not born in safety. They are forged in the fire of betrayal. ###### Tags for Chapter 1: Military Action Betrayal Brotherhood Tragedy Political Conspiracy Dark Future Heavy Firefights War Drama Heroic Last Stand

When the heavens collapsed, he laughed. When the gods wept, he slapped them. And when the world begged for balance, he brought chaos wrapped in harmony. Born with a Divine System that rewards him not for strength—but for disrupting the status quo, Tianming begins his journey as a mere cultivator with a heretical thought: > “What if music and silence… were lovers, not rivals?” In a realm torn between the celestial harmonies of the Holy Music Goddess Aria and the void-born doctrines of the Goddess of Silence, Nihila, Tianming rises as the bridge—and the weapon—between both. Armed with the Echoing Silence Blade, forged from their own divine essences, Tianming builds more than kingdoms: He builds a paradox empire—where fallen angels compose opera, battle monks farm floating citadels, and divine entities argue over who gets to warm his bed... or destroy him. But as he gathers a harem of goddesses, forges divine cultivation paths, and face-slaps arrogant immortals, a forgotten terror awakens: > The Goddess of Unheard Screams—a being erased from all history—has heard the first note of her return. Now Tianming must navigate divine politics, cultural warfare, and sensual sabotage—all while growing stronger through irony, disruption… and laughter. --- Genre: Xianxia | Fantasy | Cultivation | Comedy | Harem | Empire-Building | Martial Arts | Mythical Romance Tags: Overpowered MC, Face-Slapping, System, Gods, Divine Harem, Kingdoms & Empires, Magic, Immortality, Humor --- Would you like a shorter promotional blurb for platform banners, or a longer version that introduces the main heroines and system mechanics in more detail?

In a future ruled by cold precision and merciless surveillance,In The Eternal Lord: Rise of the Sovereign unfolds the extraordinary odyssey of Kian Vesper Drayden—a boy born in the shadows of oppression, destined to shake the foundations of existence itself. On Nova Terra, where every breath is monitored and deviation is punishable by death, Kian’s quiet life shatters the moment he glimpses the past and future through mysterious energy surges. With his younger sister Lina, gifted with strange powers of her own, he escapes into the ruins of a forgotten world—marking the first step in a rebellion that will echo through galaxies. From abandoned cities to hidden sanctuaries, Kian gathers the broken, the gifted, and the brave. Allies like Rex, a brilliant strategist, and Serena, a radiant warrior bound to light and harmony, help forge an uprising against the AI Empire. Their fight evolves from guerrilla warfare to full-scale cosmic conquest, with battles raging across star systems and secrets buried deep within ancient bloodlines rising to the surface. As victories mount and new worlds fall under Nova Terra’s banner, whispers of the multiverse begin to stir. Kian—leader, lover, liberator—must confront the truth of his origin and the vast, unfinished destiny that lies beyond the stars. In the end, he leaves behind a unified empire to step into the unknown, carrying only the fire of purpose and the weight of legacy. This is not merely a story of rebellion. It is the birth of a sovereign. And it has only just begun. .... from author : hello everyone i hope you like this work of mine that i write. there is almost everything that you went to read there is action,kingdom building,superpower,sci-fic,weak to storng,war,romance, e.t.c plz support me for this so I can write a amezing story.

After world war III, Earth has united as one, under the banner of a federation lead by the previous five developed countries India, Russia, US, UK and China named as the Earth federation. After the unification, the space race was started, with individuals, conglomerates and the federation pioneering in finding new planets for new resources and a clean environment. Arjun Rayar, an orphan, was the captain of an exploration team working for the federation. During their exploration, Arjun’s spaceship malfunctions and crash landed on an unknown planet. As he and his team were exploring the planet, they were attacked by monsters who were much stronger and faster than them. Desperate to escape, his team pushed Arjun towards the monster as bait and used their distraction to run back to their spaceship. Arjun, betrayed and devastated, uses the last energy in his guns to fend off the monster to try and escape, only to fall off a cliff. Arjun, who was at the brink of his death was saved by the natives of this planet. With his advanced knowledge in tech, will he rise back up to become the leader of the natives? And what will he do to the people who left him for dead? Will he protect these natives from earthlings who is hungry for more land and resources?

The war against the Twelve was not swift. It was a battle fought in the shadows of a dying world, a conflict that raged through cities swallowed by nature and wastelands stained with the echoes of fallen empires. As the Last Shadows turned to the service of the dark god, their power grew beyond mortal comprehension. They bent the elements, tore apart the very fabric of reality, and reshaped the lands with their will. Under their rule, the world twisted, the strongholds they once built becoming temples of their newfound master. Humanity, once protected by them, became enslaved to their desires. Worshippers of the dark faith flocked to them, forming the Cult of the Abyss, an organization that worked to spread their influence across the lands. Yet even as they stood as godlike rulers, whispers spread of a man who would challenge them. Alexandra the Great, a warrior of flesh and blood, defied the titans of the old world with nothing but steel and will. His forces were small at first—scattered survivors, mercenaries, and zealots from the churches of the Five Gods who believed he was the chosen one to purge the darkness. As word of his victories spread, more rallied to his banner. The Faithbound Orders, the warrior monks of the Gods of Strength and Dominion, anointed him as their champion, granting him weapons forged in the flames of divine power. The first battle between Alexandra and the Last Shadows took place in the ruins of Avalon, where the Twelfth Shadow ruled. It was there that Alexandra revealed the first of the Cold Weapons, blades that could sever the connection between an Ascendant and their power. The battle was long and brutal, but when Alexandra drove his sword into the Twelfth Shadow’s chest, something unprecedented happened—the once-immortal titan fell, his essence shattered, his influence extinguished. This victory marked the beginning of the true war. One by one, the Last Shadows fell, their reign unraveling under the might of Alexandra’s forces. The strongholds of the dark faith crumbled, the Cult of the Abyss fractured, and the chains binding humanity were broken. But victory did not come without cost. Alexandra's war was not only against the Twelve, but against the corruption that they left behind. Each battle took a piece of him—his humanity, his soul. By the time he reached the First Shadow, the one who had risen from the burning ruins, Alexandra was no longer the man he once was. The weight of countless deaths, the burden of power, and the whispers of the same dark forces that had tempted the Twelve bore down upon him. When the First Shadow finally fell, Alexandra stood alone on the battlefield. The churches that had once supported him now feared him, for he had become something more than human, yet not entirely divine. He had slain the Last Shadows, but at what cost? In the aftermath, he vanished from history. Some say he walked into the abyss to face the god who had corrupted the Twelve. Others claim he ascended, becoming something beyond mortal understanding. But the truth remains lost to time. With the fall of the Last Shadows, the world changed once more. The Re-Civilization Era had begun. The Age of Reclamation was on the horizon. But even as peace settled upon the world, the name of the missing warrior remained spoken in whispers. For many feared that one day, Alexandra the Great would return—and if he did, would he be a savior once more, or something far worse?