myth

In a vast cultivation world where clans rise and fall like passing storms, Lin Fengyu—a modern man from Earth—awakens within the body of an outer-blood member of the prestigious Lin Clan, a family that forces its young to survive alone for three years as a coming-of-age trial. But unlike the others, Fengyu awakens a warm, gentle, and supportive Many-Children Many-Blessings System. He is immediately gifted with a mysterious divine realm—the Sanctuary of Myriad Blessings, a 10×10×10-kilometer cubic mini-world filled with spiritual forests, mythical beasts, biomes, seasons, and a holy spring and holy tree capable of evolutionary miracles. Time flows ten times faster inside, yet lifespan remains unchanged. The System grants him a mission: Build the strongest hidden clan in history. Create descendants who will shake the heavens. Gather loyal followers. And hide everything until the three-year trial ends. Anyone entering the Sanctuary receives a Divine Mark of Blessings, binding them to secrecy, unlocking teleportation privileges, and slowly forming a loyal force. Favorability increases rapidly around Fengyu, granting him OP rewards, treasures, cultivation boosts, and upgrades that grow the Sanctuary by 100× each level. Fengyu begins rescuing children, recruiting talented women, gathering abandoned geniuses, and creating a clan hidden from the world. The outside world simmers with danger, yet he walks safely beneath the protection of his growing forces and miraculous pocket world. By the time his trial ends, the world will never be the same— because a forgotten young man will return as the Patriarch of an unstoppable divine lineage.

Reiji wakes up in a forest. Naked, confused, and hunted. What begins as a nightmare becomes the start of a deeper discovery. Marked by an unknown symbol, awakened with a dangerous power, and stranded as a stranger in a world not his own. The truth about the land, humans like him are despised, magic bleeds into everything, and ancient beings watch from the shadows. A catastrophe is coming, and Reiji is somehow at the center of it. Now marked, hunted, and misunderstood by both humans and creatures alike, Reiji is forced into a role he never wanted. The one who must devour the legacy of the past to save the future.

World of Warcraft x ATLA. Rise of the Phoenix King, the Emperor Aenarion Septim. Story of romance, conquest, fluff and war! Not for the Horde! Death to the Orc!

After eons of imprisonment by his siblings, Adaceus, one of the first beings born from the void, escapes with the aid of a mysterious blue light. But the cosmos has changed—the worlds he once made lay missing in the universe and his history, all but forgotten, lost to the passage of time. In the unfamiliar world of Ediah, Adaceus embarks on a quest to uncover the truth about his siblings, the events during his exile, his tainted image as a villain, and the secrets buried beneath centuries of silence. As his ancient powers slowly return, Adaceus, joined by a group of companions and the unlikely enigmatic blue light guiding his path, faces countless perils and challenges across its continents, in hopes to reach the truth- or perhaps in vengeance for the ones who had him chained.

A man from modern Earth is reincarnated into baby Zeus. Arm with future knowledge of the Greek mythology even if it was little, it still covered major events in the world, he will make sure to be a better and more powerful version of the Sky Father.

In a lifeless, desolate region where the sun never fully rises, a solitary figure tends a humble farm. To the world, he is a simple man clad in black cloth, a farmer whose presence is imperceptible, whose aura cannot be sensed, and whose power remains unknowable. Yet legends whisper of crops that exist only in myth, capable of granting unimaginable cultivation potential, yet unreachable by mortal hands. He is Khaldrin, the Lord of the Evening, an entity whose spirit, soul, and body are perfectly synchronized, immune to all laws, gods, and mortals alike. His scythe wields reality itself, his black flames burn sin eternally, and his very existence bends life, death, and time to his will. No mastery, no law, no force can challenge him. For millions of years, he has lived in solitude, unnoticed by the world. But when a lost Sword Saint wanders into this cursed land, curiosity draws him to the farmer. He offers homage, food, and wine, yet all his senses fail to comprehend the man before him. The crops, the silence, the eternal black flames, and the aura of absolute authority remain a mystery. In a world where chaos, law, and cultivation define power, Khaldrin is beyond all understanding—a being who walks unnoticed, yet holds dominion over existence itself. The legend of the Lord of the Evening is whispered, feared, and revered…even as he quietly tills the soil, unseen, unstoppable, eternal. --- If you want, I can also write a shorter, punchy version for Webnovel or novel listing, to attract readers instantly. Do you want me to do that?

[Ancient Tunisia • murky mythologies • false prophets • a doomsday cult • Eldritch horrors] If the echoes of secret histories herald the end of the world, would you dare stake your fate in the hands of a lone child? ---------- There lies a marble temple in the eastern banks of Cape Furina in the Gulf of Tunis, overflowing with harvest, beaming with the visage of a winged man, and silenced by the hummings of a gigantious toad lurking beneath the undergrounds—both of whose origins are as murky as the temple's very own. ---------- > Updates 1-2x a week (2000-4500 words weekly) > non-Eurocentric grimdark set in an alternate Northwestern Africa ---------- Also available to read on ROYAL ROAD Readers can expect: fanaticism, ritualistic cannibalism, and a disabled child protagonist navigating the mysteries surrounding a brotherhood he must attempt to save from plunging into doom.

In modern India, Vihaan Roy, a 28-year-old workaholic businessman running his family’s sprawling import-export empire, dies in a tragic car crash. Obsessed with Indian history and trade, he regrets burying himself in work, yearning for a life of joy. As he fades, he wishes for a second chance to truly live. Reborn in 1600 Surat as Jai Vora, son of a middle-class spice merchant, he awakens with the Emperor System, a mystical interface granting stats (Power, Stamina, Endurance, Health, Wisdom, Agility, Perception, Luck, Charm), starting with Wisdom=100 and Charm=1, and the Ability Detector to scan others’ stats and loyalty. Jai spends his early years savoring life’s pleasures—market games, street food, family warmth—in his bustling port city. But when the East India Company’s ship Hector docks in 1608, his past-life memories flare: these foreigners will plunder his homeland. At age 8, with Charm=7 and a knack for rallying allies, Jai vows to roast the EIC with wit, trade, and sabotage, building an empire to rival theirs. The Emperor System fuels his rise, offering quests (e.g., recruit followers with stats above 10), stat-stealing (with risky backlash), and loyalty perks (x2 learning at +10 loyalty, system benefits at +50). Normal folk have stats of 8-10, elites hit 20-25, prodigies boast 40-100, and nobles range 20-80, but Jai’s stats can soar un-constrained, marking him as a legend. From charming street kids to outsmarting Mughal nobles, Jai grows from a clever boy to a trade titan. He faces cutthroat rivals, EIC schemers, and rare prodigies (like a Power=80 warrior), using his Ability Detector to recruit or steal stats. Quirky moments—like “branding” spices or tossing modern slang into Mughal courts—clash with heartbreak, as betrayals and losses (family, loyal allies) test his resolve. By his 20s, Jai commands trade routes, influences emperors, and battles EIC fleets, his Charm and Wisdom turning foes into followers. Will he rewrite history, balancing joy and duty, or will the system’s temptations (stat-stealing’s cost) doom his dream? Reborn to Roast the East India Company with My Emperor System is a thrilling blend of historical intrigue, game-like progression, and swaggering defiance, as Jai Vora becomes the GOAT of India.

Though it may be a dream weathered, crumpled, and fading to dust. I held on without looking back. Through each repeated day, I ran toward tomorrow’s light. Becoming a knight, resolute and bright.

I finally got this idiotic thing working. I have been trying to get the Thought Logger to work for the last two weeks.  Well, I guess that I should not waste my time anymore and just introduce myself. (I don't know how long I can keep this activated.) My name is Anthony Sevenstars, and I am a formation mage.  I know, I know. It is rare to see formation mages associated with the guard corps. We guards are supposed to be diplomats first and foremost, as quick with praise as with threats. We are supposed to be as cool as a cucumber.  It is hard to imagine me as any of those. I am the guy you meet with when you have a fort to blow up. (How I got my position as a guard is a long story in itself.) I guess I should speak about the mission. I will be honest, I have not been able to learn much about the mission. (Don't blame me. I have been busy keeping our ship flying.) All I know is that we are dealing with the Snowwind Empire. Let's just say that some things have happened in the last year, and they are on the verge of becoming our enemies. All I know is, I am supposed to maintain diplomacy with them (I should manage this.), prevent them from becoming our enemies (this is something that I am dreading.). In the process, I might get to blow up a few of our enemies. (I will do this very well indeed.) Damn it, why is th.. Connec...... Brea.. No.. note 1- my publishing schedule is going to be Monday-wednesday-friday note 2- if you like my work, you should check out my patreon. i don't have any tiers ready yet but any membership will boost my motivation to work on this. this is my patreon link - patreon.com/tengen1410 note 3- I am significantly ahead on royal road webpage. so if you like my work you can go there and check out what is going on.

I crossed into the world of Type Moon and, for some reason, the Root itself recognized me. As long as I die an abnormal death, I can ascend to the Throne of Heroes and become its lord, an existence stronger and freer than even the Seven Grand Servants. So, in order to die, I started acting like a complete fool across the Nasuverse. I cursed Gilgamesh to his face in Uruk, challenged almighty Zeus in Greece, openly kidnapped Skadi in Northern Europe, proclaimed in Israel that Solomon was a demon god instead of a holy king, and even stood at Morgan’s side in Britain. Yet for some reason I am still alive. By 1994, Fuyuki City, history has given me a ridiculous list of titles: the third friend of the Most Ancient King, the first prime minister of Mesopotamia, the man favored by the Greek gods, the king of giants in Northern Europe, the incarnation of God who awakened Solomon’s humanity in Israel, the miracle worker supported by Prince Camelot. On top of the Fuyuki Bridge, a young yet world weary Lovi sits on the railing, staring at the city lights and sighing. “Tell me, what exactly went wrong? Or you could just kill me here and let me finally ascend to the Throne of Heroes. Please.” Kiritsugu Emiya lights a cigarette, glances at Artoria holding the Holy Spear, at the treasury of the King unfolding beside Gilgamesh, at the crimson spear tip reaching out from the distant Kingdom of Shadows. The cigarette in his hand trembles slightly.

#Gold Tier Winner of WFP26; Setting in the fictional world of Gaia, where special individuals can awaken certain powers within their souls. They are called Arcana Masters. Some awaken beasts, some awaken weapons, while some awaken the power of plants. Some people train to become stronger so that they have the power to protect loved ones, some wish to use it for revenge, some wish to live longer, while some want to be free and use their power however they wish. Yet, there exists a clan, where the descendants only exist to grant death to others so that life and death remain balanced. Follow the journey of Azrael Garcia, the heir of the cursed clan of Death, as he forms friendships while facing betrayals, meeting love, and cutting down enemies in the process. ************** Note: Author isn't born in an English-speaking nation and has no editor either. So, please be understanding if there are any grammatical errors. ************** Author's other contracted novels: War Online, Weapon Seller in the world of magic Author's other notable works: The Last Slytherin, The Sharingan Hyuga, Prince of Kpop ************** You can also support the Author through Patreon or buy a coffee on Ko-fi.com https://www.patreon.com/snowstar https://ko-fi.com/snowstar5061

"The Sun is both a creator and a destroyer, nurturer and tyrant, order and chaos incarnate. His light gives life, but his heat burns; He’s adored and worshipped, yet too blinding to ever be truly seen. A God whose touch shall never bring warmth, only destruction. He shall never be able to be close, only able to love from afar." In this 510th Divine Game, Will Solatin finally become the Loving Sun He Wishes to be, or will He fall back into Madness and Destruction?

Before the world burned, there were three... The King of Slayers The Child of War And The Savior Who Never Was. History called them killers. Tyrants. Monsters. The ones who brought the end. But what if history lied? King of Slayers: “I am Victor Zefar, King of the Slayers. I come to you as judge and executioner. Eleven years ago, I met the woman you called queen. I helped her while knowing why you sent her.” She had been sold to me as a slave, sent as an assassin, but my truth set her free. When she realized I knew her mission, she never begged for herself. No… she begged for you. “She begged me to spare you disgusting savages — traitors — demons in human flesh! How did you repay her? How did you reward her loyalty? Tell me, people of Oma… how did your queen die?” Child of War: “I hid in the den of snakes, awaiting the monster who killed Father. He had waged war on my people and won. He loved to claim all that lived. He especially wanted Mother. Only death freed her from his grasp. Now he was after me. I had one mission: kill the monster, or die trying.” Savior Who Never Was: “I lived among the Immortals for a millennia. I was told tales of humanity’s salvation but watched them destroy each other every century. One tyrant in particular was granted blessing and power from the Heavens themselves. I watched him end a race and walk away with their prince,  a mere child — as his trophy. I dared to defy Paradise to get to Earth. I had to end that tyrant’s reign even if my home and people: Haven and the Immortals, were against interfering. What would happen if I left without their consent? Would they fight me? Could they stop me? Well… only the Spirit behind Adam's eyes knows the truth. Was I ever home, or in prison?”

Hundreds of years have passed since the Promotion Star Games System spread across the stars. Since then, almost every facet of life has been gamified and turned into a competition. Victor was born on a planet unaware of the Promotion Star Games, so his life changes drastically when his mother figure leaves him, and he discovers that his world is an experiment created for some unknown purpose. Follow Victor as he battles across the blood-soaked stars and participates in strange, deadly games, all in order to discover the secrets of his birth and protect his friends.

This is the war between humans and the Ancient God Clan, tracing back to Ancient Times, extending into the future, spanning the river of history, and composing an epic. The Ancient Gods invade reality with a shattered world. Secrets from timeless mythologies reveal the truth. Ascenders traverse the gaps of time and space, journeying between two realms. Reality and transcendence, blade and sword, blood and fire. When the apocalypse arrives, the Ancient Gods awaken from their long slumber. The curtain rises— My father once went missing while investigating the resurrection of a certain God, and his fate remains unknown to this day. I am anxious, but not entirely distressed. Because that resurrected God— Is me.

Li Qingming: "Uncle Master, lend me your Purple Gold Eight Trigram Furnace to study alchemy!" Taishang Laojun: "..." Li Qingming: "Master, lend me your Pangu Banner!" Yuanshi Tianzun: "..." Li Qingming: "Uncle Master, lend me your Zhou Xian Sword Array for research!" Tongtian Jiaozhu: "..." Sanqing: "Qingmingzi, return my Eight Trigram Furnace (Pangu Banner, Zhou Xian Four Swords and Formation Diagram)..." Li Qingming: "Waga ga, let me study for a million years, then I'll return them to you!"

Ji Cha's classic novel 'Chaotic World Book' has now officially published on WebNovel！ About its Copyright: The copyright of 'Chaotic World Book' fully belongs to qidian.com. At the same time, being the international branch of qidian.com, WebNovel has the official authority and consent to publish the English translated version of 'Chaotic World Book'. --------------------------------- With a sword in hand and wine in tow, he roams the martial world; her slender waist is light as a feather in his palm. The young man strides forward with a long blade slung over his shoulder and a flask at his side, yet the world of martial arts he seeks remains elusive. As the chaotic world book turns a new page, decades of relentless nights in the martial world pass by. Suddenly, he looks back and finds he has already shattered the mortal realm.

Standing before you is the Quicklime Martial Saint, the founder of the Taiyang Fist, the Flower Folding Master of Dinghu, Half-step Master Invincible Under Heaven, the First Sword of Xuanmen, the Judicial God, and Taiyi. ... After the end of the Dharma, a time of grand corruption descends, the world devoid of spiritual essence, and the system of Dao fruits takes precedence. Embracing Dao fruits, ascending step by step, thereby possessing the power of gods and saints, transcending the ordinary to achieve holiness. 'Just like this,' Jiang Li said while summoning a dog, 'Heavenly Dog, bite him.'