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The Lord Of The Rings Is A Fantasy

Legacy of a Benevolent Lord

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.
RefinedPoison · 40.8K Views

The King of Faries is now a Demon Lord

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!
_oinkchan · 2.1M Views

The Server's Chronicle: A Fantasy Of Faith

Senior Server Felix stood at the front of the church, his voice steady and solemn as he greeted the congregation. “Our help is in the name of the Lord,” he intoned. “Who made Heaven and Earth,” the people responded in unison, their voices matching his reverent tone. “Today, we initiate new members into this divine and holy Order,” Felix continued. “Today, we welcome new brethren into the bosom of our Lord Jesus Christ.” At the back of the church, Louis sat on one of the few single chairs, his posture slightly slouched as his focus remained on a sheet of music in his hands. The title read, "Brightest and Best – Key of A-flat." 'Why didn’t Gramps give me an F or G? A-flat is so difficult, and I only have three days to finish it,' he grumbled silently, his brow furrowing in frustration. But he dared not voice his complaints. He could already imagine his grandfather assigning him even more difficult pieces—F-sharps and endless A-flats—as punishment. From the front of the church, a serene voice called out, “Harry! Step forward!” Louis glanced up, momentarily pulled from his inner musings. His eyes landed on a girl stepping forward from the pews. She had black hair neatly styled in a bun and striking green eyes that seemed to shine with warmth and composure. Dressed in a modest brown dress and black sandals, with a rosary resting gracefully around her neck, she exuded a calm, dignified presence. Her tanned skin and graceful demeanor only added to the aura of reverence surrounding her, befitting an Altar server. 'Sigh,' Louis thought as he brushed a hand through his white hair, his blue eyes softening with a mix of admiration and envy. 'I wonder what it’s like to be an Altar server. They all seem so pure and divine… and powerful.' Just as he returned his attention to his music, a calm, gentlemanly voice spoke beside him. “You could also be an Altar server, if you’re interested.” “Huh?” Louis blurted out, snapping his head to the side. But no one was there. “What in the name of Jesus is going on here?” he muttered, glancing nervously around. “At least you know my name,” the voice replied again, seemingly amused. “What?” Louis whispered, his heart beginning to race. "I'm certain you will be a good server," the voice said, calm yet enigmatic. Louis narrowed his eyes, still searching for its source. "Who are you?" "I have many personalities. I have many names," the voice replied with an air of mystery. "It’s your choice which one you accept." "You’re not making any sense," Louis muttered, growing more unsettled. "Blessed are those who have not seen but believed…" Before Louis could respond, his vision blurred, and the world around him seemed to melt away. He jolted awake, gasping for air. His hands clutched the crumpled sheet of music, its corners bent from his restless grip. His head teetered precariously over the edge of his bed, a faint ache in his neck reminding him of the awkward position he’d been in. "Holy Mother of Jesus!" he exclaimed as he lost his balance, tumbling off the bed in a heap of blankets and scattered papers.
JuniKelv_ · 31.4K Views
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