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The Forgotten Genesis Sect In a young multiverse growing on one of the leaves of the Tree of the Beginning and the End, a quiet man lives alone in a ruined library. He writes books. Thousands of them. He believes every single one is a failure. Ash Lionheart cannot remember his own name or face. Mirrors refuse him. Still water warps him. Descriptions collapse into static before they can settle. He remembers the war that erased his home, the laughter of a civilization that refused to kneel, the scent of burning Palace halls, and the faces of those who died smiling. He remembers everything except the man at the center of it all. For ten years he has repaired shelves, cooked simple meals, and filled page after page in a desperate attempt to reconstruct himself. The books he calls failures contain cultivation paths capable of rewriting multiversal law, war records that contradict five hundred thousand years of official history, and the living doctrine of a sect that once terrified Heaven, Hell, gods, demons, and emperors alike: "No being is born to kneel." One storm-black night, a wounded Holy Daughter collapses at his gate, hunted by vagrant cultivators. She screams for help. Ash opens the door. To the world, he is a quiet library master in the wilderness the Rain Scholar, the Master of Failed Books, the Nameless Gatekeeper. To the girl he saves, he is an unfathomable hidden expert. To the ancient powers that still remember the Great War, his existence is a cosmic insult. The First Heavenly Genesis Sect was supposed to be gone. Its Palace erased. Its doctrine buried under five hundred millennia of carefully maintained lies. Yet the library is not a library. The books are not books. And the broken man who cannot see his own reflection is the last living ember of the most feared, most beloved, and most thoroughly murdered civilization in creation. As disciples begin to gather crippled geniuses, demon-blooded outcasts, cursed princesses, beastkin exiles, and the discarded of a world that measures worth by bloodline and Heaven’s approval the ruined halls start to wake. Jade slips choose their readers. The Broken Bell trembles. And every “failed” page Ash writes pulls a dead age one step closer to resurrection. The world has spent half a million years believing the Genesis Sect was a cautionary tale of chaos and corruption. It is about to discover the truth was far more dangerous: They taught freedom so completely that even Heaven looked optional. And the last disciple is still writing.

Mientras disfrutaba de una partida de Elden Ring, un accidente doméstico acabó con su vida de la forma más absurda posible: una electrocución. Cuando abrió los ojos de nuevo, ya no estaba en su mundo. Había renacido en las Tierras Intermedias, en una época remota conocida como la Era de la Luna y el Oro, despertando por casualidad la Gracia del Sol de Escanor. El problema era que el sol de este mundo llevaba incontables años sin ejercer su verdadero poder. Y eso era solo el principio. La maestra Sellen aún no había sido exiliada. Ranni aún conservaba su cuerpo. Rennala seguía siendo la brillante reina de Caria. Marika y Radagon todavía eran dos seres separados. Y un escenario mucho peor que cualquier "inicio infernal" estaba a nada de suceder: La Fragmentación. Cuando la desesperación lo estaba por consumir, Reinhard pronto tuvo una revelación. ¿Quién dijo que el poder del Sol dependía del Sol? Los hechizos de lava del Monte Gelmir, las llamas de los Gigantes de Fuego, la Llama Frenética... Si algo irradiaba luz y calor, entonces podía convertirse en el Sol ¿Verdad?. Con una enorme sonrisa, agarró por el cuello a Shabriri. —Pequeño e insignificante ser... dime dónde se encuentra el origen de la Llama Frenética. A partir de ese momento, la historia de las Tierras Intermedias cambió para siempre. Reinhard alcanzó la cima, derrotó a Radagon y le arrebató a Marika, profundizó los secretos de la hechicería junto a Sellen, salvó a Malenia de la Putrefacción Escarlata y, finalmente, alcanzo la felicidad con Ranni, Marika y otras chicas. Años después, bajo su reinado, las Tierras Intermedias conocieron una era de prosperidad jamás vista. Un mundo donde la oscuridad retrocedía y el calor del Sol volvía a abrazar a todos. ¡El Sol es un astro magnífico! ¡Dejad que su gloriosa incandescencia os envuelva!"

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 not a standard webnovel. Not power fantasy. You won't get that constant power escalation hit or that achievement system satisfaction. What you get is slow burn, structured more like a novel than serialized content. Each chapter accumulates. Each arc tightens. Tension builds and doesn't release until it's supposed to. The work touches on philosophy, politics, economy, metaphysics, theology. Everything woven into narrative, not explained to you. If you've already read Lord of Mysteries, Reverend Insanity, A Song of Ice and Fire, works that trust readers to hold complexity, you already know what we're trying to do here. The ambition is simple and honest: get there. Write something that redefines what this genre can do. I can't promise we make it. I'm a beginner without experience and this work is experimental. But I can promise I'll give everything I have trying.

An orphan boy is visited by a Ministry wizard and learns he belongs to a hidden world of magic. Hogwarts promises opportunity — and danger. He does not seek glory, friendship, or heroics. He seeks knowledge. Structure. Control. If magic responds to the mind, then the mind must be sharpened first. He decides to prepare himself for the world that he doesn’t really understand.Not yet.

(Chapters 1 to 40 are being edited right now) (Note: Reading Prologue is not necessary, hence why it's an Auxiliary Chapter) The Path to Immortality is elusive, and everyone wants to achieve it even if there's only a glimmer of hope. Tian Yongheng is a person who regained his past life memories after his family was brutally slaughtered. His extreme fear of death and desire to be undying have forced him to step onto this dangerous path of Immortal Cultivation. He is not a Chosen One who is the favored son of heavens, nor is he the reincarnation of a Immortal Emperor. Armed with a unique system of unknown origins and his obsession with immortality, he sets forth to carve a way of his own in this world where fate toys with one's very existence itself and cosmic horror-like beings devour universes for fun. However, can he really touch the illusory, eternal, and ethereal Immortal Dao that is everlasting and everchanging? Will he ever be able to reach the end of this grand path to eternity, establishing himself as a myth and beyond? or will he also drown in the long river of history just like many others? ------- The background settings and world building of this story are greatly inspired by Top Tier Providence, Secretly Cultivate for a Thousand Years. the main characters are also pretty similar, so if you like stories where the MC is a hidden powerhouse who, despite being hidden, is still known across the world, then you can give it a try. Please be patient while reading, as this is my first time writing a novel and don't hesitate to point out any mistakes I do in the comments. Also, I'm not a native of China, so there are probably going to be a lot of mistakes in names and history and stuff, please bear with it. Note: English is not my first language and the cover image is not mine. At the end of every week, Sunday GMT+8, 1 extra chapter will be released per 100 Power Stones, and at the end of every month, 1 extra chapter will be released per 10 Golden Tickets.

Li Xun, an ordinary man originated from the planet of earth find himself transmigrated into another world out of a sudden, while being transmigrated into a world of fantasy is a dream to many, Li Xun included, however, it turn out the world that he transmigrated into is a world of Cultivation, where being that can raze mountain, split the sea, and shatter the star roaming around without a care to the fate of the weak whom they kill in the millions by accident each day. The young man is already planning to write up his last will when he finds out that he doesn’t start his life in this new world from zero. Not only does he have some decent talent in cultivation and a nice family helping him back home, he also has a system transmigrated alongside him. The name of the System is The Ultimate Investment System. From then on, everything changed. "Junior brother, from the look of it, you are just one step away to breaking through the Qi Refining Realm, I happen to have a Spirit Yuan Pill here that can help you guarantee your success!" [Congratulations, Host, for your successful investment, you have gained twenty years worth of closed door cultivation QI!] "My dear friend, I heard that you have been fatally injured by your former ally and have your foundation shattered, thankfully, I have this Grand Dao Dao Golden in my hand, take this, this Pill here would be able to help you restore back your cultivation foundation!" [Congratulations, Host, for your successful investment, you have obtained an Emperor-Grade Weapon!] ........... After many years has passed since he transmigrated into this world, Li Xun, who is in need of dire help, got a lot of aid from those who he had helped in the past. Emperor of Taixuan Empire, once nothing but a poor beggar whom Li Xun found half dead in the middle of the street, brandished his sword toward his enemies and bellowed at them. "If it weren't for my friend Li Xun who saved me and gave me a cultivation technique back then, how could I have achieved what I have today? Whoever opposes Li Xun in the future will be an enemy of my empire, The Great Taixuan Empire!” Not less loud as the Emperor, a Black Dragon whose body stretched into thousands of miles, a publicly known Lord of the Forbidden Zone, let out a sky shattering roar. "Years ago, I was hunted down by my enemies to be turned into Elixir Pill, and I'm still alive right now all because of Li Xun who saved me, Here my decree you worthless maggot! From this day forward, Li Xun's friends are my friends, and Li Xun's enemies are my enemies!"

fallen between where a abnormal think exist think that can't be explain by science, chakra, mana. races which was strong and mythology.

“Director Matou, the magical effects in your fantasy film looked incredibly realistic! How did you pull them off?” “They were real magic,” Shinji replied without missing a beat. “Director Matou, your historical drama was praised for its uncanny accuracy. How did you manage that?” “I had direct consultation from the people who lived in that era.” “Director, in your tokusatsu films, why does the Ultraman-like hero always use Bajiquan in combat?” “Well, that’s because the actor playing him is none other than the founder of Bajiquan himself.” “Director Matou, why do the female leads in all your films look so… similar? Especially all those Arturia actresses with the same name and face?” “That, my friend, is a long story. And it all begins with a certain mushroom-headed man—” “......” . . . . . Shinji Matou. A prodigious talent in the world of film, a renegade magi who defied the orthodoxy of the Clock Tower, and an eccentric summoner who had long since stopped pretending to get along with his own Servant. A director who blended modern cinema with ancient magecraft. A magus who saw the silver screen as a new kind of reality marble. He stood boldly before a press conference filled with journalists, film critics, and confused magi alike. “I am the greatest Master among Directors—and the greatest Director among Masters!” He declared it like a line straight out of his own movie, with all the pomp and confidence of a man who had rewritten the rules of both cinema and sorcery. The hall fell into an awkward silence. And then, in perfect unison, a thunderous cry echoed from behind the curtains— “SHUT UP AND GET LOST!” ×N A chorus of exasperated Servants, all fed up with his antics. Shinji didn’t flinch. He simply smirked, adjusted his director’s beret, and turned back to the flashing cameras. "Good! Now let’s roll the cameras! Scene one—reality itself."

Once, a body alone ruled the Three Realms. No techniques. No divine arts. Only the absolute peak of Body Cultivation. They called it the Supreme Immortal Body. Then it vanished without warning, leaving the heavens confused, the worlds unsettled, and countless experts arguing over whether it had ever truly existed. It should have remained a forgotten legend. Unfortunately, it did not.

In a near-future city where machines can listen to human memories, Liam works deep underground as a silent observer. His job is to monitor The Listener, a technology designed to read emotions buried inside the human mind. Liam never asks whose memories he hears. Until the machine speaks to him. One night, The Listener offers him something impossible,the voice of the girl he lost. A voice that knows his name. A voice that should not exist. As Liam returns to the machine again and again, the line between memory and reality begins to blur. The Listener no longer just listens. It remembers. It answers. And it wants something in return. Trapped between grief and technology, Liam must face a terrifying question: Is the machine using his memories… or is it becoming one? The Listener is a science fiction novel about love that refuses to fade, memories that should stay buried, and a future where technology knows the human heart better than humans themselves.

The greatest enemy of mankind, an Arch Deofol that reads a future like a book, read it to a vain noble, Rotsard Vallhall. The story was about a great hero who would save their world, but in that story, Rotsard was only a third-rate, stepping-stone villain who died in shame within two years. After finishing, the Arch Deofol mocked Rotsard. If he changes the main points of the story and saves himself, mankind is doomed. If he chooses to save mankind and not interfere, his own life, his very soul, will be forfeit in the most pitiful and shameful way. What it wanted to do was to throw Rotsard into despair that would sweeten his soul, the Arch Deofol would then devour. What it didn't account for, was how spiteful the young noble was.

What if GT Goku was reborn in the Z timeline... and casually revealed Super Saiyan to Vegeta on Day 1? "Krillin... you're my best friend." Goku's seen Krillin die. Yamcha die. Piccolo die. He's watched Earth burn and his granddaughter grow up fighting monsters he created by overusing the Dragon Balls. Then he sacrificed everything to stop the Shadow Dragons and died for good. Except he didn't. He woke up on Snake Way in Age 762. One year before Vegeta arrives. Thirty years before everything goes to hell. This time's different. He's not letting anyone die. Gohan gets to be a scholar. Vegeta's getting his pride shattered early. And those Dragon Balls? He's leaving them alone. Problem is, this isn't his timeline. Old Kai tells him about Beerus—a God of Destruction who makes the Shadow Dragons look like jokes. He'll wake up in 20 years. Goku needs his tail back. He needs Super Saiyan 4. He needs to become stronger than gods. P.S: Goku is not the only reincarnator in the series! For Advance 100 Chapters head to my Patreon! pat reon.com/AlphaSenatus This is a translation project. I do not own anything! Raws: 龙珠：超六悟空

The white lotus, a legendary artifact rumored to contain the very secrets of the soul, granted unimaginable power to its wielder. Countless Magi from across the universe waged an epic battle for it. But when the dust settled, the lotus vanished, awaiting to be inherited by the destined one. Adam dreamed of escaping poverty, yearning for a life of riches and comfort. Yet, in a world ruled by arcane spellcasters, achieving such a dream meant becoming one himself. But learning magic was a costly pursuit, one that required talent and resources he did not possess. Until one day, everything changed when he stumbled upon a mysterious white lotus... *** Discord: discord.gg/w4vACWwfSv Ko-fi: ko-fi.com/esenel

Ding! [Rejoice, Host! You have been chosen to wield the legacy of Mecury] Henry blinked at the golden screen that had suddenly manifested in his line of sight. “Mecury? Who the fuck is that?” But all he got in response was another prompt. [Congratulations, you have received the Celestial (God of Speed) System] Henry blinked. “Huh? What’s a celestial system.” But if only he knew, his new life was about to get a lot more complicated. …….. Hey there, don’t listen to that eccentric narrator. My life didn’t get complicated, it got a whole lot better. Let me introduce myself properly; “My name is Henry Myers, and I’m the fastest man in the universe… No, that’s not right.” I’m the fastest living creature in the entire multiverse. And it all began with an accident, one that got me reincarnated into another world. A world of infinite possibilities. A utopia of both advanced technology, magic… and gods. But in this new world, the strong preys of the weak. Literally. And unfortunately for me, I fell under the category of the latter… but not for long. With my mysterious system, my undying will, and my charming looks.. I will dominate this new world. Because I am… the God of Speed. ********* Hola! Eccentric author/narrator here. This is a remake of my original work, and I promise you it’s a whole lot better. As expected, it has the speedster and superhero vibes you love so much and a splendid mix of sci-fi and magic&myths. So if you didn’t get enough from ‘the Flash, then prepare yourself for the ultimate run. Because I plan to explore the deeper depths of speedsters in a way the writers of the Flash couldn’t. So check it out, I promise you immersive satisfaction. NGL https://discord.gg/kATuVbxaAb Join my discord server for more info on my work… or if you just wanna hangout and talk about Marvel/DC/WW3. Have a great day and thanks for checking this out. Garcias!

I died, and ended up meeting three goddesses. They gave me the chance to reincarnate and also gave me three wishes. Maybe I will become a king? or maybe something bigger? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Rewrite

A college student, raised by his uncle after the tragic loss of his parents, lived a quiet, ordinary life focused on his friends and studies. But fate other plans in store. One day, he awoke to find himself reborn in a world resembling Greek mythology—yet not as a god, but as a Titan. And not just any Titan, but the firstborn son of Kronos, the tyrant King of the Cosmos. His new name: Aetherion. Confusion gripped him. He had studied Greek myth, but never once had he heard of a Titan called Aetherion. Why was he reborn as someone who shouldn’t exist? Why was he here at all? Questions would have to wait, for danger came first. Kronos, fearing the prophecy that one of his children would steal his throne, sought to devour him. To survive, Aetherion must first escape his father’s hunger—and then embark on a perilous journey to save his siblings from this cruel fate. This is the story of a Titan, born outside of prophecy, who will rise against the tyranny of his own father… and carve a destiny that even the gods could never foresee.

Renjiro wakes up not in his apartment, but at the gates of Orario, the labyrinth city where gods walk among mortals and adventurers risk their lives in the Dungeon. Except he didn’t arrive empty-handed. Somehow, he brought with him the “Genshin System” a cheat-like power that lets him transform into Aether, summon Lumine and Paimon, and even bring to life the characters and weapons he sketches. His very first mission forces him to choose a Familia… and the only options are the villain ones: Freya. Soma. Ishtar. Hermes. Apollo. Ikelos. Ares. Every single path is a trap. Every choice could mean slavery, death, or worse. But refusal? That means immediate annihilation. Armed with nothing but wit, Genshin knowledge, and a burning will to survive, Renjiro has to gamble everything in this dangerous game between gods. Each step pulls him deeper into schemes, temptations, and rivalries far beyond what he bargained for. And when even the goddess of beauty herself takes an interest in him… he learns one thing fast: In Orario, sometimes the only way to live….is to kneel, bluff, and bite back harder than anyone expects.

Join the story of five new gods and their creation, as they try and navigate and understand their universe while making sure their own world is safe from any outside danger. Disclaimer: If you expect things should just work out for the main characters, this isn't the novel for you. My antagonist are people with thought and their own plans, they are capable of adjusting if things don't work out their way. Have a fun time reading.