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Immortal Women In Science

The Blooming Blade-In a world where women rule

In his past life, Mo Liang  was born a commoner in a patriarchal martial world. He was a talented martial artist—disciplined, calculating, and destined for greatness. But the woman he trusted most, his senior martial sister and first love, betrayed him. She used his secrets to rise in power, left him crippled, and discarded him like broken pottery. Mo Liang died alone, despised, and consumed by bitterness. His final wish? "Let me never be fooled by a woman again." But fate has a twisted sense of humor.Mo Liang awakens in a foreign world—one where everything is reversed. In this land, women rule the martial world, inherit sects, lead armies, and cultivate with power. Men are ornaments, symbols of grace and purity, expected to obey and submit. The world reveres strength in women and virtue in men. He is now Sima Rin , a 10-year-old boy from the noble yet declining Sima Clan  of the Northern Murim Alliance. The clan was once known for its fierce female warriors and refined male courtiers, but now it stands on the brink of ruin—politically weakened, economically strained, and hunted by ambitious rivals.Rin is stunning—angelic face, porcelain skin, long flowing hair, and soft-spoken charm. Everyone sees him as the precious little son of a ruined clan: someone to protect, marry off, or control. But inside this fragile vessel lives the soul of Mo Liang—the cold, jaded cultivator who once survived hell. He refuses to live bound by silk chains and smiling lies. Behind his gentle eyes, he observes the matriarchal world with razor precision. He begins training in secret—drawing from manuals, abandoned techniques, and relics of a forgotten era where power had no gender. He will rise. Not as a “son” to be wed. Not as a pawn in political games. Not as a flower to be admired.
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Surviving A Women's World

When seventeen-year-old Lucien Haruto Maris — a socially awkward but brilliant prodigy with a mind built for strategy, games, psychology, and war theory — dies in an accident, he opens his eyes in a place far removed from anything he's ever known. He's no longer in his own frail body... but in the muscular, wounded shell of a dying man sprawled in a muddy trench surrounded by the scent of steel and blood. The world around him is medieval — swords, castles, horses, dirt roads, and politics steeped in steel. But something is very wrong. Here, women rule everything. Kings are Queens. Generals are Matriarchs. Knights ride in plate armor with long hair braided in the colors of their house. Men? They are property. Spoils of war. Breeders. Pets. Playthings. Rarely educated, often silenced. Their worth lies between their legs, not between their ears. Worse still: the body Lucien now occupies belongs to a rebel, a once-prized consort of a Duchess who betrayed the crown and paid the price. He should be dead. Instead, Lucien wakes up with a second chance — and in a world stacked entirely against him. Armed with only his genius, his virgin awkwardness,combat experience of his new body and a deep knowledge of human behavior, Lucien must navigate a world where a smile from the wrong woman can be lethal... and a clever lie can buy him power. He'll play the fool, whisper poison in powerful ears, seduce with strategy instead of strength, and build a following of dangerous women who believe they control him. They don’t. They’re playing checkers. Lucien is playing goddamn 5D chess.
BozleyLaZagne · 3.4K Views

Perfect immortal

Perfect Immortal: Chapter One — Birth in the Abyss Realm of Ten Desolations — Veiled Abyss Valley Thunder roared across the heavens. Beneath a black sky pierced by a triple eclipse, the mountains cried and the stars trembled. Amidst a storm of violet lightning and blood rain, a woman screamed—not in fear, but in defiance. Her robes were torn and stained with sacred blood, her long silver hair clinging to her face. She clutched her swollen belly, breath ragged, as a tear rolled down her cheek and sizzled against the burning ground. "Even the heavens fear him… You are destined to be hunted… But you will live, my son." The woman was Shen Liyue, last of the Void Oracles, hidden deep in the Veiled Abyss Valley. Around her, space itself trembled. Shadowy figures in silver armor circled from above, bearing the symbol of the Heavenly Vow Sect—a cracked ring swallowing a star. One among them descended slowly, face half-covered by a mask of bone. "You, Shen Liyue, have broken the Pact. That child must not be born." She spat blood, then smiled. "You sealed my husband’s fate. But this one… is beyond fate." Lightning struck as her scream echoed through the skies. The storm parted. A child was born—silent. No cries. No breath. No heartbeat. Yet, he opened his eyes, black as the abyss, glowing faintly violet. Space cracked around him. The masked man stepped back, trembling. "W-what is this aura…" But the woman was already gone. With her last breath, she whispered a name into the child’s ear and tossed him into the chasm of the Veiled Abyss. > “Xian Wuheng… never let the heavens write your path.” He fell—through space, through time, into the Void Beyond the Sky. Where no child should have survived. But he did. --- Years Later — Outer Mortal Realm A small village called Dustbone Hamlet lived in the shadow of a broken mountain. One rainy night, a boy in ragged robes stood atop the cliffs, staring into the dark clouds, eyes glowing faintly violet. He had no family. No name. Only an old whisper echoed in his dreams: “Never let the heavens write your path.
mondayadamu289 · 1.2K Views
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