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Catalyst Cross Lesio

alexUnderTheStars
If Naph, a 17 year old, was asked what’s the value of a life? He may answer, “not much.” He would be lying. Extremely. Based on his own experience and his one true goal. Anaphol, aka, Naph, had just killed Bulwark. A 12 year old child designated as a terrorist in a world that is just around the corner to pass its established steampunk era. The bounty on her head? 10 million Tarna. With a condition, ‘bring her head back clean and undamaged.’ Money he wanted to collect for his goal of delivering justice in a place far away. But the consequence of killing Bulwark? A war of enormous proportion on the country that took him in, the very same country that put the bounty on Bulwark. As he began realizing the weight of the consequence, a ray of hope came from the very same light source of his morality. Don Extea gave him a message to follow and he followed it. The message entangling him further into the stories and fate of the world he did not want to become part of. “What a world, as if it is in fact a dark fantasy wanting to be a steampunk.” Remarked a noble referred to as the Duchess of Knowledge in the platinent Jhorime. That only entangled him further and further into what the world demanded out of his existence, pulling him away from the goal he wishes to complete and pushes towards his goal despite it all. Yet, despite everything that keeps happening, one word kept ringing in his mind until he learned its true meaning before he could complete his own goal, the word being: “Cata.” ---------------------------------------------------- Updates regularly with 1 chapter a day. ---------------------------------------------------- Genre: Modern, Urban, Fantasy, Steampunk, Sci-fi, Adventure ---------------------------------------------------- To read ahead of Webnovel and RoyalRoad become my patron on patreon.com, the handle is mentioned below! :) This story is also available on RoyalRoad.com with the same title "Catalyst Cross Lesio" with the username 'alexUnderTheStars'. My paypal is connected to it, so if you wish to help out a budding artist do go to my "Catalyst Cross Lesio" on RoyalRoad.com and hit that donate button! Thank you! :) ---------------------------------------------------- Instagram handle: @catalyst.cross.lesio Patreon handle: @alexUnderTheStars Discord link: To be announced!
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I Leash Emperors: The Dead Shout. I Smile

The dead scream for justice. They have been screaming for centuries. In my office on the 88th floor, the sound is indistinguishable from the hum of the paper shredder. I have twelve of history's most dangerous minds in my vault—Caesar, Cleopatra, Napoleon, Wu Zetian, and eight others whose names are synonymous with the word empire. I stripped them of their crowns and their divinity and left them with the only two things that survive death intact: greed, and memory. Then I put them to work. The boardroom is their new battlefield. Stocks are their arrows. Hostile takeovers are their sieges. The First Emperor runs my supply chains with the same draconian efficiency that built the Great Wall. The Queen of the Nile runs my PR division and calls it beneath her. Caesar rewrites the legal architecture of an entire financial district before breakfast and considers it a light morning. The rules are simple. The Emperor with the highest ROI earns twenty-four hours of full sensory restoration—taste, warmth, the burn of real alcohol, everything the synthetic body cannot feel. The Emperor at the bottom earns something else: a Hell Start. Reincarnation as a beggar, a eunuch, a sacrificial lamb in the next cycle. They know this. It keeps them focused. Every full moon, the tavern opens. The millions they killed in their lifetimes gather as my Jury—compressed into a medium that runs on pure hatred, sustained by a spite so concentrated it has proven, against all known physics, to be a measurable energy source. They vote. They decide which of their tormentors leads the next charge, and which of the most venomous among them earns a temporary body to return to the waking world. Wu Zetian shed her imperial robes to kneel at my feet and beg for a private review of her HR directorship. Arsinoe—murdered by her own sister two thousand years ago—spent six weeks haunting Cleopatra's servers and built a perfect weapon before she ever asked me for the body to deliver it. Cleopatra herself believes her beauty is a currency I will eventually accept. She has not yet understood that in this building, the only currency is performance. I do not need loyalty. I need sharp blades. I do not trade in mercy. I trade in ROI. They believe this is my game. They do not ask why I need to win it. Rules? I am the rule. Harem? The highest-tier spoils of a game they don't know the stakes of. Every arc is a different world. Every world is a wound that needs closing. The Emperors do not know this. They never do. Perhaps the last thing standing between their world and oblivion is a man who stopped caring about it long ago. Let the dead shout. I smile. I have to. Tags: #InfiniteFlow #DarkFantasy #HighStakesPolitics #DivineAutocracy #GrimDark #RuthlessMC #HistoricalFigures #DarkHarem Content Advisory: Heavy power dynamics, sensory manipulation, historical figures in morally compromised positions. MC is an unapologetic autocrat. No redemption arcs.
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