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The novel *“Endless Myth”* can be written by anyone. It is not limited to the main story; there is an infinite margin for derivative works and creative reinterpretations. Even if the world collapses, the story breaks down, the characters are fractured, gods appear, or real-life elements such as readers, authors, editors, or everyday life scenes are involved — all of it is acceptable. Fragments and side stories serve to expand this space of allowance. You may take one of these pieces as a starting point to create your own story. You may also turn it into illustrations, generate images or videos with AI, or create text. Fragments are a declaration of acceptance. ※I use AI tools in my creative work.

Karl Wagner is a disgruntled middle-aged instructor at the Bundeswehr Command and Staff College. He finds himself concerned about the direction in which the German nation is headed just as he is killed in a terrorist attack. Only to awaken and find himself reborn as an infant, Bruno von Zehntner, the youngest son of a noble family renowned for its part in the German war industry a few years after the founding of the German Empire. Bruno, as he is now known, desires to rewrite history and ensure the German Empire emerges victorious in the coming century. And in doing so, finds himself entrenched in a world filled with Blood and Iron!

On mid-6th Century, in the Eurasia region. The Turkic Tribes under leadership of the Ashina Clan had conquered vast plains that border the Caucasus Mountains region. Iltas a mere footman of the Gokturk Central Army are assigned to guard the empire's treasury and envoys to the East Rome. Avar Kingdom ambushed them. Remnants of their once sworn enemies, a vast confederation of tribesmans who fled when the Ashina rebelled. Now the Blue Turks as their name implied, are in the brink of collapse. Questioned by it's nomad and settler subjects. During the harsh journey, under merciless winter of 587. The conflict inside Gokturk administration reach it's boiling point. Civil wars on the young empire is inevitable. Iltas on the other hand, only want seek for the righteousness. Always longing for the ultimate path of truth. Iltas must fight to survive and endure so that one day he shall find the wisdom that he yearn for. -- 12+ Genre: Action, Drama, Philosophy, Military

Bound in chains yet yearning for freedom, Alpheo, a modern historian, finds himself enslaved in a land on the brink of chaos. As the empire of Rolmia plunges into civil war following the death of the emperor , his three ambitious sons vie for the throne. In the midst of this turmoil, Alpheo finds the chance to break his chain and escape, leading his companions into the ashes of war, trying to thrive in it, selling their swords to the highest bidder . But beyond the borders of Rolmia, hungry eyes watch as the empire's grip loosens. The Sultanate of Azania, ever the opportunist, sees a chance to expand its domain and influence , while to the south, neighboring principalities breathe a sigh of relief as the once-dominant giant stumbles and falters. In the sea, the confederation of the Free Isle finds their chance to restore their old maritime power , denied to them by an empire that is now crumbling beneath itself , lacking the strenght to stop them. In this crucible of conflict, where dynasties crumble and empires fall, Alpheo find his call and the chance to forge his own destiny amidst the ashes of empires. ---------------- Discord: https://discord.gg/p5y6GyghQ9

A NEW STORY LADIES AND GENTS, THIS IS A STORY ABOUT THE DANGERS OF ALCOHOL AND HANG AROUND BAD PEOPLE AND WELL BE RIGHT ON TIME IN YOUR HOME OR YOUR WIFE WILL KILL YOU ABD IF SHE IS IN THE HIGHER FIELD IN THE WORLD OF EDUCATION THEN HUNTING MONSTERS OF VERY MUCH MASS DESTRUCTION AND BUDDY BIRD OF ADVICE DON'T PISS THEM OFF.

This was inspired from movie of Heneral Luna 2015, where a man by named Douglas was spent his time watching a historical movie, Heneral Luna while driving, then a truck hit him and the moment he realized, he was been reborn as a new soldier under name of Valerian Osmeriana. Will he able to survive? Or not?

[SCENE START] "Get the fuck out of here, you broke-ass, miserable Mandorian piece of shit!" the wealthy DI'an resident sneered, aggressively adjusting the cuffs of his ridiculously expensive suit. "Get the fuck out of our country, you bottom-feeding peasants!" The man in the poorly dressed uniform stood his ground, glaring right back with pure defiance. "I am not poor, and I am not going anywhere! I'm a legal resident of this shithole just like you, so take your elite corporate entitlement and shove it straight up your tight fucking ass!" "Oh? You wanna play hardball?" the DI'an resident laughed, a dark, cartoonishly evil grin spreading across his face. "Let me show you what a real corporate beatdown looks like, you pathetic broke fuck!" "And... CUT! Cut!" a director yelled from the background. "Beautiful! That was absolutely perfect. Exactly the scene I wanted!" [SCENE END] I instantly dropped my evil smirk, let out a heavy sigh of exhaustion, and looked right at the screen. Yeah, aren't you? I am talking to you. Mr. Reader, or Mrs., or... whatever it is. Just—look, Reader. Listen up. Let me properly introduce myself. I am the actual Narrator of the story you are about to read. Yeah, I just took a minor acting role in this cheap propaganda ad because I needed to scrape together some extra revenue on the side. The economy is absolute shit right now. Now, you are probably staring at your screen, looking at our tags, and thinking, 'Oh boy, they placed this story into the Fantasy category! Is it a standard fantasy story?' Let me stop you right fucking there. No. There won't be any majestic dragons, no pointy-eared elves, no generic magic systems, and definitely no standard-issue Demon Lord waiting at the end to get punched in the face. So why the hell did we choose the 'Fantasy' tag then? Well, let me explain the logic. The events in this story are entirely disconnected from real life, taking place in a completely different world with its own strange rules, massive scale, and alternate dimensions. We couldn't exactly throw this into 'Realistic Fiction' or 'Urban.' But honestly? The platform simply didn't have a better box for us to check. If I had the power to accurately name the actual genre of this novel, it would be a Pseudo-Corporate, Geopolitical Comedy. I know. It sounds ridiculously long, incredibly stupid, and a bit ridiculous. But it is whatever the fuck it is. We didn't have any other options. So, look. This story might not be exactly what you were expecting when you clicked that tag. You have a choice right now: you can either jump into Chapter 1, or you can get the hell out based entirely on what I am telling you right now. And yeah, yeah, I know it has literally been six months since we launched and we are just now updating our old, horribly vague synopsis. I have been busting my ass writing the main chapters, okay? I know this story is vastly different from the usual fantasy novels you see in this category. Some people might not click with it, and that is completely fine. But it's up to you. You can give it a try, or don't— AHEM. A loud, highly pointed, aggressively fake cough echoed from off-stage. I rolled my eyes, glaring at the Author. Alright, alright, I get it! The synopsis ends here. I am going to write the new chapter now before this guy fires me. Byeeeeee.

After dying in an accident, Julian thought his story was over. Instead, he wakes up in a medieval fantasy world, ruled by steel, filled with magic, and crawling with monstrous beasts. Reborn as Darion, the bastard son of an emperor, he is thrown into a life of mockery and scorn. As an illegitimate noble, he holds no power, no respect, and no future. Until Awakening Day. In this world, only the children of noble families awaken a Class: an ability that determines their status and role. Some become Dukes for awakening classes that summon mythical beasts. Others rise as Commanders, wielding magic capable of dominating entire battlefields. Darion awakens… nothing. Laughter erupts across the ceremony hall. Declared classless and a disgrace to the imperial bloodline, he is cast off as a mere baron and exiled to a dying territory—barren lands, starving knights, and graves of fallen soldiers who died defending a domain the empire long abandoned. Darion is left with a single, bitter question: What is a classless lord supposed to do with dead knights? [Ding!] [Late Awakening Detected] [YOU HAVE AWAKENED: NECROMANCER] With no gold, no allies, and enemies closing in, he decides to build his kingdom the only way he can… By raising an immortal legion from the battlefield. [First Undead Knight Raised] [First Undead Wolf Raised] [Legion Formation Initialized]

Commissars - or Ministorum Priests of War - are the soul of any Astra Militarum regiment. They lead by example and hold the absolute standard. A soul from another world inexplicably takes up the role of probationary commissar in the grim darkness of the far future. His world is a brutal death-world battlefield. His regiment has been surrounded by Chaos traitors and is fighting for survival. Duvette looks at the System before him called "Soul of the Legion" and makes one decision: he is going to live. "What do you mean an Astra Militarum soldier ripped a Chaos Astartes' head off with his bare hands?!" "You're saying you have three hundred thousand mortal troops as powerful as the Custodes?" Guilliman looked at the man before him. "No. Stronger." A hundred years later "I am the Emperor's will. We are the hammer that crushes the xenos. We are the blade that pierces Chaos. We bring eternal death to the enemies of mankind, and mankind shall know true victory." Eternal Imperial Warmaster, Lord of the Sun, Humanity's Sole Consul, Augustus, Guardian of the Galaxy, Marshal Duvette. Progression: Commissar — Senior Commissar — Lord Commissar. Then: trophy worlds, legion-building, power fantasy in the grim darkness of the 41st Millennium.

Before you stands, the Sword Saint of Bohemia, the Rogue of Burgundy, the Sword of Heaven, the Grand Commander of the Templar Order, the Grand Commander of the Yoms Pirates, the Count of Glamorgan, the Conqueror of Anatolia, the Lord of Egypt and Cyprus, the Great and Formidable, the King of Gold and Blood, Eric Outville! Transmigrated as the second son of Robert Outville, the Conqueror of Southern Italy in 1066. However, his old man sent him to a monastery, not even granting him the title of a Baron. The Norman monk begins his adventure with 【Celestial Salvation System】. 【Novice Pack, Basic Master Strike, two pairs of lock picks, qualification as a Junior Priest of the Lucifer Servant Society】 【Steal an apple, Agility +1】 【Defeat three robbers, Power +1, Points +6】 【Redeem 5000 points for Nuremberg Plate Armor】 【Complete the resolution to establish the Man Island and its Archipelago Kingdom】

Zhao Feng is reborn as a soldier in the Qin state during the Warring States period, exactly when the legendary Emperor Qin Shi Huang is annihilating the other six kingdoms. He is assigned to the Logistics Army, responsible for clearing the battlefield and carrying corpses. But for Zhao Feng, there's no better job than this. Touching a corpse. 【Picked up 1 point of strength】, 【Picked up 1 point of speed】, 【Picked up 1 point of constitution】, 【Picked up 1 point of spirit】, 【Picked up 1 point of lifespan】. Touching an elite corpse. 【Picked up 5 points of strength】, 【Picked up 5 points of lifespan】. Killing an enemy, attribute pick-ups doubled. 【Picked up 10 points of strength】. 【Picked up 10 points of lifespan】.

Second book of RTSSIA Series. Read Book 1 through here: https://www.webnovel.com/book/34280531508761905 --------------- Commander Hans Flemmens is no longer just a survivor. With the Construction Yard deployed and a functioning base established, he now commands an army that does not tire, does not falter, and does not run out of ammunition. But a base is only the beginning. Beyond it lies Grefort City, a hundred-kilometer expanse occupied by millions of infected, with Hives within its streets and more than a few secrets hidden within. As Hans pushes farther into the city, captures Strategic Facilities, and expands his army along the way, what else will he uncover inside Grefort, and the cities that lay beyond it?

Lin Kuang, originally from the Wild Wolf Special Forces, left the military due to an accident and secluded himself in the city. To protect the daughter of a close, elderly friend, he stepped into the business world. What he thought was an ordinary business environment turned out to be full of deceit and broad connections, its dangers comparable to a battlefield! "Dear passengers, congratulations. Your flight has been hijacked."

In times of peril, the overlooked Ninth Prince, Qin Wudao, steps up to hold the collapsing empire together, commands the six armies, carries out the sealing ceremony, and establishes an era of abundant prosperity. "Ding, congratulations, the check-in system is now in place!" Once awakened, the world becomes aware, who does not recognize this sovereign?

In times of war… What is a Battle Mecha engineer expected to do? Are they expected to do research and realize their imagination? How about a Battle Mecha pilot? Are they expected to enter battle with their mechas as they display their exquisite control through bizarre and bewildering techniques? What about a member of the special scouts? Are they expected to infiltrate deep into the enemy lines as they use stellar unarmed fighting skills to suppress the enemy with a single move? Or are they expected to make use of disguises and stealth techniques to take out the enemy? And what about a military officer? Are they expected to analyze the outcome of a battle? Or are they expected to create brilliant strategies to triumph over the enemy through a miraculous move? For someone who excels in human psychology, deceit, assassination, and disguise, what happens when that person is merged with all those professions? This is the story of a cowardly, wretched, and despicable fatty.

If you're not sitting at the table, then you are definitely lying on the menu. If you have nothing, then your life is your only capital. Song Heping, compelled by life to make a fortune in a warzone, accidentally got swept into the war and, in a confused state, was promoted by a bunch of Da Maozi to be the boss of a Defense Company. In this day and age, who still becomes a mercenary! I want to sell arms, I want to sell coffee cups worth a few bucks for over a thousand US Dollars. I want to sell a 9-dollar socket for the price of 299 US Dollars. I want to sell goats, the kind that costs millions of US Dollars each... Don't ask, and don't come auditing, whether you're from the Audit Office or the CIA, I'll send you all off... My name is Song Heping. I came, I conquered, I reign as the king. Don't call me the "Lord of War," I love peace, I am here to deliver "peace".

The Super Soldier in the City, the invincible champion who strides across the urban landscape, wanders through day and night.

"Listen up, my obedient disciple, it's time for you to descend from this mountain. Your master has arranged a marriage for you with a stunning beauty, and it's quite a steal!" With those words, the master absconded with the dowry, leaving Lin Chen feeling both aggrieved and furious. Determined, he descended the mountain to find his betrothed. However, fate had other plans, as he was waylaid on the road by a captivating woman who insisted he play the role of her fake boyfriend. To make matters even more bewildering, this woman bore an uncanny resemblance to his intended bride!

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.

Beneath a sky of iron and omen, when the sea roars and the heavens answer, a bloodline rises. Rome does not see it at first. It begins as all great things do—not with certainty, but with a whisper. A sign carried in stormlight. A mark etched not in flesh alone, but in fate. From the depths and the thunder, a child is named by forces older than the Republic, older than the gods Rome dares to name. The Eagle is born. It spreads its wings not in triumph, but in burden. For every victory carved into history, a truth is buried beneath it. For every triumph sung in the Senate, a silence festers among the ranks of men who bled to make it so. And as the Eagle rises—through war, through fire, through the shaping of empire—so too does the weight of what is unseen, unspoken, and unforgiven. Generations pass, yet the storm does not. Fathers become echoes. Sons become fractures. The blood remembers what Rome would rather forget. Prophecy does not guide—it demands. And when truth begins to slip its chains—when soldiers speak what should never be spoken, when the voices of the many drown the will of the few—the pillars of order tremble. The Senate, once the keeper of Rome’s story, finds its words turning to dust in its own mouth. For truth is a sharper blade than any forged in war. The Eagle, once a symbol of dominion, becomes something else entirely—an omen of reckoning. A question carried across generations: Is destiny a crown placed upon the worthy… or a chain that binds the unwilling? In the end, Rome will not fall to its enemies. It will face something far more dangerous— The truth of what it has become.