A Necromancer's Guide to Clearing a Game Like Tower

From the King of Earth and Metal, the Tyrant who controls flames and magma, to the Supreme King of the Supreme, Great, and Greatest Kingdom, or the Dragon of the World, the Dragon of Thousand Faces and Thousand Aspects... These titles are just embellishments on the crown of power of this red dragon. The world has changed because of him. Cultural thoughts and ideologies are his fluttering flags; Mage towers and floating cities are his war fortresses; Countless races and strange creatures are his soldiers; and countless dragons are his commanders; This is a civilization established by a dragon, a dragon kingdom that commands the entire multiverse. (this is a translation)

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Arthur Moreau disappeared during a live broadcast. No warning. No transition. No last words. One moment he was finishing a world event in front of fifty thousand viewers. The next, he was gone, and what arrived somewhere else was Gepetto: his character, his creation, the most feared Marionettist ever built in a game where power was the only language that mattered. The world that caught him is not new to collapse. Gods have existed here, and some of them have died. What stands now is only the latest arrangement of a cycle that never needed him. Elysion is a Republic in the way that a cracked foundation is still a building. The institutions function. The titles exist. But beneath the gas lamps and the steam columns and the elevated rails connecting district to district, the actual structure is simpler: those with enough power do what they want, and everyone else absorbs the cost. The working class breathes chemical residue and calls it employment. The middle class negotiates in a market that has stopped rewarding negotiation, trains for credentials that no longer open doors, and moves forward because stopping is worse. There is no king here. There are only people with enough accumulated weight to act as though the question of permission does not apply to them. The Church of the Solar God holds the whole thing together, which is not a metaphor. A population that does not share language, origin, or history requires something to organize around, and the Church understood this long before anyone thought to ask. The Solar God is not a symbol. He walks. He acts. He has reasons of his own. And now, Players have begun to appear. Not as heroes. Not as chosen figures. As variables carrying power without understanding the system they have entered. The world does not pause for them. It absorbs them, bends around them, and continues. Gepetto does not try to fight it. He studies it. While others assert themselves through force, faith, or the assumption that visibility equals strength, he builds something quieter. Not an army. Not a faction. A structure: distributed, patient, invisible until it is not. A web that does not need to be seen to function. The skills are real now. The strings are real. And what they touch does not reset. House of Puppets is a story about control, belief, and the cost of acting in a world indifferent to your intentions. It follows a man who does not seek to win, but to understand the rules well enough that losing becomes unlikely. Because the puppeteer pulls the strings. But in a world this old, someone is always watching. A word from the author: House of Puppets is built closer to a novel than a webnovel: each chapter accumulates, each arc tightens, and the end of every Volume is the destination of everything that came before it. The structure rewards patience. Tension builds and does not release until it is meant to. The ambition is simple to say and hard to earn: one day, a place among the works that defined what this genre can be. Lord of Mysteries, Reverend Insanity, ORV, Shadow Slave. I cannot promise we get there. I can promise I will give everything trying.

"Take me instead." Three words. Guinevere Lunaris trades herself and saves 300 lives. Tied. Gagged. Underestimated by a mile. They chain her to a tree in the snow. Mistake. While running for her life, she meets a stranger in the dark and tells him to hide so he isn’t killed. Twelve hours later, he walks into her father's hall wearing a crown. The man she just told to hide in a hole is Maddox Drakencrest, High King of Velkaris. Ruler of an entire continent. Maddox hears his dragon say ‘mate’ right away. But her wolf is silent. More and more Alpha Kings enter the hall. She catches the tail end of her father’s toast and chokes on her wine. "—leave here with a virgin bride." An auction for her hand turns into a full-out bidding war. Maddox wins. 750 million in gold, three dragon fleets, and an urn full of the bastard who chained her the day before. Every force in Velkaris is betting against a wolf on a dragon throne. The Elders say the queen must be a dragon rider, which is impossible for a woman without dragon blood. The king's half-brother agrees with them, but his solution is a civil war and taking the crown for himself. If his brother’s rebellion wins, Maddox dies and she belongs to him. If the elders win, she goes back to the father who sold her. Neither is happening. Her wolf calls Velkaris home. She's not giving it up. They expect Guinevere to behave like a good little wolf princess and play along with their political games. She says bet.

Previously, it was called Reincarnated as a Supernatural Horror Entity. Jack, a content creator for mystery, horror, and conspiracy stories, died and was reborn as a formless ghost. He acquired the system-panel like ability to get stronger. He could earn new supernatural traits. And he could even evolve and gain new incarnations. The problem was... he was now in an alternate Earth. The one that was still in the Industrial Revolution Era. The one with cursed steam engines, monster-infested sea exploration, mysterious pirates, supernatural powers, mythical creatures, demonic entities, and completely different geography. Jack had to adapt and survive. Thus, the legends of the Circle of Jacks appeared in that world. Transcendent incarnations of Jack made their impacts in this new world... o Jack Mystery, the mysterious specter, o Judge Jack, the rakshasa of judgement, o Jack Night, the steamrune engineer and treasure hunter, o Racer Jack, the kamaitachi speedster vigilante, and o Jack Lantern, the devil puppet who decided to be a bizarre puppeteer. I will also be posting this story on RoyalRoad.com: https://www.royalroad.com/profile/36721/fictions If you, dear readers, enjoy the story and are willing to support my work, please visit patreon.com/Alkrishna. It should be about 15 chapters ahead there.

After her death, Lilith awakens in a world where fourteen billion players struggle for survival, power, and the right to continue existing. Over Ten million of them have become Demon Lords, each building their own race, their own territory, and their own army. Demonic Dragon Knights command vast legions, Vampires rise to build empires, and Lords of Catastrophe leave nothing but ruin in their wake. Yet Lilith enters this world as the Primordial Succubus Monarch - and quickly realizes she cannot walk the same path as the others. Instead of endless armies, she is given only three succubi, each unique in their own way, and the system permanently seals her ability to summon more. In a world where power is measured in numbers, such a gift feels more like a death sentence than a blessing. If she wants to conquer this world, she will have to take armies from other Demon Lords, grow stronger despite her limitations, and prove that a demon of desire is not meant only to seduce - but to fight. And above them all stand the Heroes… beings created for one purpose alone. To hunt and kill Demon Lords like her. And Lilith would soon realize… that neither Heroes nor Demon Lords were the true predators of this world. *** You can support me on Patreon: https://patreon.com/TorqQ

House of Hidden Secrets is a gripping tale about a young woman named Roxanne, in her mid-twenties, who purchases a farmhouse in the nearby town of Sugar Creek. Little does she know that the house is shrouded in dark secrets from its past and that these secrets will significantly impact her life. Despite this, Roxanne is inexplicably drawn to the property as if it were calling out to her. The house has a sordid history of its own, as the Catalano family, who originally owned it, vanished without a trace, leaving behind a mystery that has never been solved. I will be posting this story on RoyalRoad.com. Click the link Https://www.royalroad.com/profile/862919/fictions

Reincarnated into the HP world. Granger's brother. - - - - - - - - - This is a translation; the original title in raw format is: Целитель

I clarify that this is written in English with the translator, because I wrote the original story in Spanish. If it has more errors than I already had, I apologize, I do it at the request of some readers, I hope you enjoy it. ------- After dying and getting the opportunity to reincarnate in the world of Harry Potter with some abilities, our protagonist is reborn as Ron's twin brother, being the most discordant Weasley within his entire family. With his particular way of being, he will live in this strange world Warning: Harem, incest, +18 I only own the characters I have created, all others belong to their respective owners. This is my first Fan-fic, I'm sorry if it's not a masterpiece and has several mistakes. ------ Warning: The MC's personality changed drastically from one moment to another due to some reasons, so at one point you're going to see him go from one extreme to another in personality. It doesn't make much sense, but at first I did this to try things without knowing if it would have a future, and only after a while did it take shape.

HI, So I guess I should greet you, or should I greet the energy behind you first? So I am Adi, who can see spirits since childhood, and I was not pretty proud about that fact, but surely now it is my life, so a greater kind of mess is about to happen in my life.