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The gods did not abandon humanity. They were silenced. When the heavens went quiet, the world didn’t end in fire—it began to rot. Cities stand, but hope decays. Laws exist, but justice is a memory. In this collapsing reality, Kaelen survives by a single, bloody rule: Hesitation kills. He is a man who trusts nothing but his own instincts. He doesn't save people. He doesn't pray. He observes. But when a routine scavenge leads him to a forbidden archive, he uncovers a terrifying truth: The apocalypse isn’t random. The history of the world is being edited. Someone—or something—is deleting the complexity of human existence, erasing centuries of history into a "Void Era." Kaelen is no longer just a survivor. He is a glitch in the system. An anomaly that refuses to be deleted. Now, hunted by the entities "simplifying" the earth, Kaelen must do the one thing he swore never to do: Build a kingdom that the world cannot afford to erase.

Nox always had a dream, he wanted to see the sun without the hazy pollution fog that constantly hung above the slums, he also wanted a chance at becoming a Solar knight, the selected few that were granted a Helion Core and the chance to stand against the monsters known as Eclipsed. But for someone born and raised in the gutters of Aureum, dreams like that were nothing more than fantasies. The Academy, the shining heart of the Solar Confederacy, was a world reserved for the privileged — not for rats scraping through metal heaps for a handful of credits. Until a tier 2 Eclipsed suddenly attacked the slums and by some miracle, Nox found himself alive and in the hands of a crazy teacher at the academy. Now, under the watch of a definitely half-mad Academy instructor who seems far too interested in him, Nox finds himself walking through the gates of the Solar Academy — the very place he once thought unreachable. He doesn’t know it yet, but his survival wasn’t luck. It was the beginning of something far greater. Something that could change Aureum forever. *** Extra chapters and mass releases: 100 power stones = 2 Extra chapters. 50 power stones = 4 Extra chapters. Magic Castle = Mass Release for seven days (3 chapters per day.) Spacecraft = Mass release for 14 days (3 chapters per day.) Golden Gachapon = mass release for for a whole month (3 chapters per day). Note: Extra chapters can be stacked, but won't exceed 30 per week (including normal releases)..

In a world where the Heavenly Path is incomplete. Li Boyang, as an atypical Transmigrator, was born a non-crying baby. Compared to those ubiquitous Evil Gods and obscene rituals and live offerings, Li Boyang seemed somewhat out of place. However, He actually became the sole hope for the Spirit Monster Mountain People to continue surviving. From divination and hexagram crafting, scientific fortune-telling... To mastering hundreds of arts and the revolution of Qi Refining... Li Boyang brought not only hope to this world but also civilization and the Great Dao. ——Data Divination to measure fortune and misfortune, scientific breeding to create Pill Recipes. ——Artificial limbs forge the Golden Body, synthetic hormones cast a magic body. ——Machine guns and cannons are all Magical Treasures, satellites soar into space creating Tiangong. ——Absolute separation between heaven and earth, distinguishing Human Path from Divine Path, both are Great Dao.

It's daunting to even breathe before taking upon a task far grander than anything you have ever done. It really is. Maybe that's why I couldn't breathe when I came to.. Or maybe I couldn't breathe because i wasn't meant to. There was no way for me to know for certain. Afterall I am nothing more than a shadow. A shadow chasing after a dream. It's not even my dream. But i know it's a dream because everything is. All fairy tales are at one point a dream. So maybe this too is a fairytale.

This is my take on 1 of the novels related to Karna in Mahabharat (i hope i don't get banned for this one) Lend me the power of Power Stones so i can upload more chapters & i can know that all of you appreciate it

When Bailey dies saving the lives of two children, he is transported across the boundary between worlds. Bailey inhabits the body of Amos Aquila - a seemingly insignificant farm boy - unknowingly expelling the soul of the previous occupant. Follow Bailey/Amos as he progresses through a world where magic powers are determined by the zodiac, science mutates mana, and the forces of Gods toy with the fates of mortals. UPDATES EVERY THURSDAY & SUNDAY

Zane Ling never knew his life would suddenly undergo a drastic change when he picked that coin. Before gaining the ability to travel dimensions, Zane Ling was only a gang lackey, hiding behind a mask in a backwater gang. No power. No future. Just a mask, a few crushed dreams, and a gig economy life scraping coin to keep his father alive. But fate doesn’t knock—it drags you screaming. The moment he picked up that golden coin, reality fractured. And so did the rules. Now? He’s bartering with demon lords for war relics, outsmarting space-time auctioneers, selling cursed wine to dying gods, and dodging Dimensional cops who want his soul gift-wrapped in chains. Zane isn't a hero. He’s an adventurous hustler—trading across Realms, running gigs in dream worlds, flipping magical debt, and breaking laws mortals don’t even know exist. From psycho cultivators who’ll kill over a single glance, to knights who believe in "honour by bloodshed"—Zane’s making bank... and enemies. They call him a criminal. The most notorious in the universe. A deviant. A cosmic anomaly. But he knows the truth: He’s just getting started. Discord: https://discord.gg/munPYx2C7Q

Discord: https://discord.gg/9BbeXfhT7 The official sequel to the legend of januza return of the Devourer Renji Kurogane’s awakening began slowly born not from revelation, but from suffering. Each time he fell into despair, each time death brushed against him, something ancient stirred within his soul. Pain acted like a key..... Agony like a whisper..... And every moment he fought to survive unlocked a small, fractured piece of the power he had forgotten. But it was always incomplete scattered memories, unstable strength, glimpses of a life that wasn’t supposed to exist. Everything changed the day his closest friend, Choji Namikaze, died in the battle against the king of the generals , an apostle of the azerin And everything transformed the moment Choji was reborn. That miracle shattered the final seal inside Renji. In an instant, a surge of divine awareness erupted through him, tearing apart the identity he believed he had His full memories returned not human memories, but the memories of Januza, an ancient being who once went against gods and shaped the foundation of existence . The truth hit him like a tidal wave: he had not been gaining new powers… he had been reclaiming what was originally his buy only in fragments With his awakening came clarity. The looming catastrophe the world had feared, the one the gods of creation had warned about, was built upon a lie. The hunters themselves were preparing for the wrong war. The threat was never about them. Renji’s memories as Januza were never meant to awaken unless his brother did so first. And now, Azerin had risen. Azerin, the God of Corruption. A cosmic being who existed far above the gods of creation, a force capable of corrupting universes with a thought. Renji realized with horror that the true battle wasn’t divine against mortal, or creation against destruction no it was something else it was brother against brother corruption against destruction Azerin had awakened first, and with him came a wave of corruption powerful enough to consume existence itself. His intention was absolute: wipe away all life and rebuild the universe in his twisted image. Only Januza could stop him. And Renji Kurogane was Januza reborn. No longer believing himself a mere vessel, Renji accepts the truth.his human life was a fragment, a quiet reincarnation meant to keep him hidden until the right moment. That moment is now. To face Azerin, Renji must reclaim the full power he once possessed, mend the shattered pieces of his identity and despair and must now rise once more as the being he was always meant to be. The fate of every world hangs on whether Renji can become Januza again and regain his full powers before his brother’s corruption consumes the universe forever.

Jesus tells God to touch grass, and the consequences that follow across the cosmos.

For eleven years, Ishaan Reed wrote a novel no one read— a world of labyrinths, monsters, and gods who toy with fate. Then the sky split open… and his forgotten story became reality. The “protagonist” he once created, Kael Arathis, now leads the charge—brilliant, powerful, and shining like a hero. Beside him, Ishaan should have been nothing more than a background character. Until a line appeared before his eyes: [Sentence: Ishaan Reed died here.] [Rewrite? Y/N] Now, reality itself is his manuscript. Every death, every defeat, every ending can be rewritten. To the gods, he is just another pawn. To Kael, he is a fraud stealing victories. But to Ishaan, this is the one story he refuses to abandon. Titles will be earned. Rules will be broken. And the script written by the gods… will be shattered. Can the Script Breaker survive until the final chapter—or will even his rewrites be erased?

When gods and Asuras move their war to Earth, humanity awakens. Aarav Sharma, a college student from Haridwar, awakens S-Rank Lightning—but that is only what the world sees. Ancient families plot, Asuras corrupt reality, and fragments of a divine Trishul begin to resonate with his soul. As Earth becomes the battlefield of Dharma and Adharma, one boy’s awakening may decide the fate of time itself. Please reader share your thoughts and let me now if I'm wrong and make it more interesting. I'm open for comments.

A Chess Grandmaster preparing for the biggest match of his life never imagined that his world would end before the first move was played. When he wakes up, he is no longer on Earth. He is Serin—an illegitimate Imperial Prince in a foreign world where gods are real, empires rise and fall, and a single name can be enough to get someone killed. With no magic talent to rely on and no powerful backing to protect him, Serin has only one thing he can truly trust: the mind he honed through years of high-level chess. In a world ruled by schemes, faith, and quiet cruelty, every decision becomes a move on an unseen board. Just as despair threatens to swallow him, a strange voice echoes in his mind. “Congratulations. You have been chosen for the Divine Arena. Would you like to enter?” In a place where gods grant blessings to those who reach the top, and where all power is stripped away except for one’s ability to think, chess is no longer just a game. It is a path to power and influence, it is a lifeline for the poor. and a theatre for the Gods behind the shadows.

In the mist before GENESIS, Fate and Chance and Others cast tolls upon their names, while the chalice did burn and churn whose crown should be. And he that won strode through the mist unto YOD-VAV-HEH and cried: “Lo, wake upon the mist and create the heavens and the earth and make gods for me, for I have won over the crown and thy mist is mine to rule.” And so as the cry was heard Fate and Chance and Others bowed, But whether it was Fate or Chance or Another that won the cast of the tolls before GENESIS—none-knoweth. .............................................................. Welcome to Gods of Pangaeos. ​This work is a reimagining of the creation myth, written as a stylistic marriage between the liturgical structure of Genesis and the high-fantasy, rhythmic prose of Lord Dunsany’s The Gods of Pegāna. ​In this world, the Creator is a sleeper, and the world we know is merely a "Game" played by smaller, whimsical deities during His slumber. You will find echoes of our own earth’s deep past—Pangaea, Panthalassa, and Gondwana—woven into a tapestry of myth and "The Word." ​A Note on Style: The text uses archaic phrasing and repetitive structures to mimic ancient holy books. If the gods seem cruel or indifferent, remember: to them, we are but the pieces on a board. ​I hope you enjoy the "Game." ​Art Disclaimer ​Cover Illustration: "MANA-YOOD-SUSHAI" by Sidney Sime (1906). ​ ​Note on the Artwork: The illustration used for this cover is a masterpiece by Sidney Sime, originally created for Lord Dunsany’s The Gods of Pegāna. As this artwork was published over 100 years ago, it resides in the Public Domain. ​While the image originally depicted the deity Mana-Yood-Sushai, it has been chosen for this work to represent the Great Stillness of YOD-VAV-HEH. I use this art as a tribute to the golden age of mythic illustration that inspired the tone of Gods of Pangaeos.

a battle of divine proportions where two sides of the same coin clash ideals

The Book of Becoming — Before gods had names, before death had a meaning, Cain broke the first law. He defied Heaven, murdered his brother Abel—then resurrected him. That single act of rebellion shattered the equilibrium of creation, birthing sin, memory, and consequence. Abel returned, no longer mortal. His rebirth was incomplete, a soul rewritten by divine paradox. Now he walks the multiverse as Necros-Babel, the Almighty’s Eternal Witness, Shepherd of Endings, and Paragon of Death—the first Reaper, the shadow by which all others measure their silence. Even gods fear him, for he remembers what they have chosen to forget. Ages later, as time circles back upon itself, the Nine Ascendants rise—each embodying one fragment of the divine equation lost when Abel died: light, flame, shadow, will, void, genesis, mind, flesh, and judgment. They are not heroes. They are the unresolved ideas of gods long dead, summoned by the universe itself to restore balance to a world collapsing under the weight of its own perfection. But deep beneath the ocean floor, in the cathedral of bones that was once Eden’s foundation, Cain sleeps still—his blood crystallized into the Seal of Dominion, binding Heaven, Sea, and Void together. Should the seal fracture, his awakening will not be a resurrection but a rewrite—the unmaking of existence so it may begin again in his image. The Ascendants’ light cannot save creation without first confronting the oldest truth: to ascend, one must consume their own divinity. Each must descend into the heart of their paradox, where their virtues become their devourers, and the shadows of Cain whisper the law of all flesh—that to know God is to inherit His hunger. The final prophecy speaks of the hour when Fire meets Stillness, when the Nine stand beneath a bleeding sky and remember their mortality. In that instant, the heavens will collapse inward; time will fracture; the rivers of light will flow backward; and the sky itself will scream. And at the center of it all, Necros-Babel—Abel reborn, the first and last witness—will decide whether creation deserves to begin again… or end forever.

In a world where death revives and heroes never die, one boy refuses to accept the cycle

In a world where humanity controls only a quarter of the land, survival is not a right—it is a gamble. Beyond the kingdom’s borders lie the Outer Lands, territories ruled by demons, dragons, and forgotten gods. Those who enter return rich… or not at all. Rexor de Strauss is the son of a fruit merchant—born a commoner, armed with nothing but a blade and a technique created to survive, not to conquer. Trained by a father who once walked the Outer Lands, Rexor learns early that strength is never free. But he is not alone. Among priests who abandoned the weak, nobles who rewrote history, and a kingdom that exterminated an entire family out of fear, hidden sins begin to surface. Ancient gods watch silently, bound by contracts they cannot break—waiting for humans desperate enough to meet their conditions. As demons stir, bloodlines awaken, and betrayal seeps into every alliance, one truth becomes clear: The world is not broken. It was built this way. And when the Outer Lands finally consume the last human borders, no god will come to save them.

This is the story of about a veteran solider who died in peace. His death is not end, it's an new beginning. He teleport to another choas for unknown reasons and reborn as Hades, who crowned in the realm of death. From soldier to sovereign. From death to dominion. His legend begins where life ends.

In the ashes of the 1,999th universe, something impossible stirs. Born of silence, cradled by the void, a being awakens - not a god, not a monster, but a question. His name is Qaritas. In a shattered cosmos ruled by Ascendants and haunted by the First Evil, even silence must take a side. But when the god of Nothingness begins to want something... the universe holds its breath. Told by the death-masked mistress of a theater of corpses, this is a myth drenched in blood, starlight, and dreams.

In a future where magic belongs to mortals and gods are dismissed as dead myths, a powerful mage uncovers a forbidden relic that hurls him back into the First Dominion, an age ruled by living gods. Here, magic is not learned but granted, every spell subject to divine permission. Struggling to survive in a world where miracles are controlled and faith functions as law, the mage’s greatest challenge is not the gods themselves, but a calm, brilliant heretic who refuses to kneel. This antagonist believes gods are not creators, but administrators and that divinity can be defeated without rebellion. Each encounter between them ends in reversal, as victories unravel and defeats reveal hidden intent. As miracles falter and prophecy fractures, the mage realizes the truth. The antagonist is not trying to destroy the gods, but to make them irrelevant. Forced to choose between restoring history or allowing a world where gods fade naturally and magic becomes a conscious human inheritance, the mage must decide whether the future he came from deserves to exist at all.