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Dragon Genesis: I Can Create Dragons

‘Is this shit actually happening to me?’ That was Kael Carter’s first reaction when he saw a bunch of priests kowtowing in front of him, worshiping him as the ‘Hero.’ For a good while, he actually thought it was just another one of his dreams, until reality hit him. It was real… He was actually summoned to a fantasy world where magic exists. A world of Beast Tamers. A world where Humans and Magic Beasts grow stronger together. A world he, as its supposed Hero, was meant to protect. His response? “Fuck no!” How was he supposed to protect an entire world when even opening a jar of pickles was like a life-or-death battle to him? He was no Hero. And to prove it, he decided to place his hand on the ‘Orb of Resonance’ that was supposed to ‘confirm his identity as the Hero.’ But then, [Ding!] He heard a sound. [Talent Awakened.] [Talent Name: Dragon Genesis] [Talent Rank: SSS Rank] [Description:] [Power to turn any beast with even the slightest trace of Dragon Blood in them into a full-grown Dragon.] ‘What in the hell…? I... I can create Dragons…?’ Kael couldn’t believe what he was seeing. In a world where Dragons were living Legends—creatures of unparalleled strength, wisdom, and power, In a world where entire Kingdoms tremble at the sight of just one Dragon. He could create… an army of them? ... AI-Generated Cover. ... Discord: https://discord.gg/qZHRTHGdZG If the link does not work for some reason, DM me: SleepDeprivedSloth
SleepDeprivedSloth · 2.7m Views

Pureblood's riftbound bride

For generations, the Southern Sun-Realm has lived in the golden warmth of the Starwind lineage. But as the sun begins to dim and the ancient "Void" stir in the corners of the world, a terrifying prophecy emerges: Only a Spirit born of Sun and tempered by Frost can hold back the Great Dark. Elissa Starwind, the youngest Princess of the South, is seen by her court as a failure. Unlike her siblings, whose light is a roaring furnace, Elissa’s "White Flame" is a mere flicker—pale, cold, and seemingly useless. When the prophecy demands a union between the Sun and the North, her father sees an opportunity to discard his "weakest" child. Elissa is sold as a Tithe to the Witch-Kingdom of Aethelgard, wed by blood-contract to the most feared predator in the frost-lands: Alistair D’Valtheron. Alistair is a Pure-blooded Vampire Prince, a being of refined hunger with crystalline, incandescent blue eyes that prove his mastery over his own monstrous nature. As time passes Alistair discovers that Elissa’s "weakness" is actually a different kind of power: a purity that doesn't just burn shadows, but heals the very fabric of reality. As the Moon moves to smother the Sun, the "Weakest Princess" must become the North’s greatest weapon. To save her brother, her husband, and her kingdom, Elissa Starwind must decide if she will remain a flickering candle or become the bonfire that consumes the darkness—even if it means losing her humanity in the process.
scorpion_sh · 14k Views

Sandata

────────────── PROLOGUE — IN THE BEGINNING, THERE WAS THE FORGE ────────────── A lone torch flickered in the cavern, its flame trembling like a star suspended in ancient dark. Light crawled across stone marked by ages, while shadows clung like scars. The silence felt armed, as if the world waited for something to wake. A hooded figure stepped forward. His eyes carried the weight of centuries. He listened to the cavern breathe, to the earth shifting far below, and to the pulse of something older than both. The cavern spoke. “In the beginning, there was the Forge.” The voice vibrated through the rock, layered with storms and broken prayers. It felt like an ancient verdict. “Before flame. Before tide. Before the written word. The Sandata relics were mine.” The torch flared, revealing a vast mural of spirals and sigils glowing awake. The figure traced the runes, each one pulsing with echoes of past wielders. The Forge had never created from mercy. It created for balance: a blade to heal, a blade to destroy; a shield to save, a scythe to end. The ground shuddered. A heartbeat echoed once, twice, then vanished. The silence that followed felt like the moment before a battlefield erupts. Something had awakened in the absence of sound. The Forge had spoken. Its reckoning had begun. ────────────── THE ORIGIN OF SPIRIT BREACHES ────────────── Spirit Breaches appeared long before relics found wielders. They formed where divine wrath once struck the earth, leaving thin places between realms. Echoes emerged from these wounds, shaped by grief, rage, or memory. Early babaylans held them back with chants and blood, but centuries of war widened the fractures. Echoes learned to gather and then to kill. ────────────── THE CONVERGENCE AGE ────────────── In 1999, construction beneath Quezon City uncovered Baul ng Diyos - The God's Locker, a sealed chamber of relics forged from obsidian alloy, volcanic glass, and voidsteel. At its center rested a dormant war bracer. When touched, it awakened in violet light. Kamay ni Bathala had returned. The Republic launched Project Simula. Scientists, engineers, and babaylans merged glyph logic with technology. Myth-tech entered military doctrine. Nations raced to keep up. As relics stirred, Spirit Breaches multiplied. Power remembered its origin and demanded an answer. ────────────── THE ORIGIN OF THE SANDATA UNIT ────────────── Deep beneath Queson City, Project Sandata began. The military attempted to bind relics permanently to human wielders. Hundreds of orphans were exposed to raw relic energy. Many died or lost their minds. Five survived: Gregorio Aguilar, Marian Dela Fuente, Agosto Santos, Renato Ramirez, and Maximo Imperial. Their bodies bore scars deeper than flesh. Their relics recognized them. Their bond formed from shared survival. For a decade they operated in silence, sealing breaches and fighting Echoes no civilian ever saw. Then came the Basilan Breach of 2013. They stopped it at unbearable cost. The program was erased. The five were sent into civilian life under surveillance. The world moved on. The Forge did not. Every buried story returns.
Ryann_Provido · 76k Views

I Built A Guild of Monsters To Babysit My Daughter

The God of Death has made a return, not to dominate the world, but to change a diaper. Raiking, once the supreme cultivator capable of obliterating civilizations with a mere thought, has emerged from years of isolation to discover that the only mortal he ever cherished is dead. She left behind only a final promise and an infant daughter named Faye. Confronted with the terrifying duty of raising a child and utterly at a loss for how to begin, Raiking seeks the guidance of his legendary Guild members: • ​Ezmelral: A sentient Divine Sword that tackles rocking the cradle with the precision of a military operation. • ​Libinea: A dethroned Phoenix Queen simply trying to manage the ensuing chaos. What mortals perceive as the onset of an apocalyptic conflict is, in fact, a god's frantic quest to obtain: Ordinary milk? No, my daughter deserves only the finest. The Heavens possess the best Celestial Milk? Then we must seize it. She needs a bed? There are whispers in the tavern about a dungeon, locked away for a thousand years, that is soon to be unsealed. Mortal sects are vying for the legendary artifact inside? How unfortunate for them. That Ice Bed is the only thing that can keep her comfortable, so I will claim it. Babies need toys? Then the Dwarven Kingdom must ensure their finest blacksmiths are on the job. Yet, beneath the humor lies a deeper narrative. Raiking’s actions send ripples through the world, drawing the attention of old foes, estranged allies, and a former wife who still believes that fragile human lives hold a significance he has long dismissed. As the child, Faye, grows, she becomes both anchor and enigma: evidence that even the God of Death might be transformed, not by fate, but by the quiet, ordinary moments he once considered trivial. --- This is a slice-of-life comedy about an overpowered dad who tackles parenting dilemmas with excessive force.
Roeyachi · 14.8k Views

Lustful Way to Immortality, From Primitive Boy to Immortal God

In a primitive world where strength is the only law and survival is a brutal calculation, Fuyu who was widely considered a mama’s boy—a quiet, unassuming youth who spends most of his days providing the family by cultivating the field with crops. But beneath this docile exterior lies a burgeoning inhuman. Guided by the lust to be powerful beyond heaven, and with the help of ancient spirit Vasana, Fuyu had begun a journey of forbidden cultivation, opening the hidden Nadis (energy veins) of his body to achieve a power that transcends human limits potential making him powerful enough to transcend the mortal and primitive world of his. ​Fuyu’s path to divinity is paved with moral ambiguity. To fuel his transformation, he must harvest the unique energy of the world around him, leading him into a web of libidinous secrets and manipulative power plays. As he begins to shed his weakling persona, he orchestrates the downfall of the village’s strongest warriors not with brute force, but with the cold, mercenary efficiency of a seasoned strategist. ​However, the greatest threat to Fuyu’s transcendence isn't the monsters in the wild or the rivals in the arena—it is the suffocating atmosphere of his own home. He finds himself at the center of a volatile storm of female obsession: Be a part of his beautiful yet dangerous journey, of this Mama's boy. Synopsis won't do justice read the chapter yourself and determine. Read at least 20 chapters before deciding. Well it's in updating phase so sorry for inconvenience in reading. NOTE- The real story of absolute manipulation and power dynamics will start from when Mc would get reincarnated in immortal world, until then enjoy the primitive setting and ignore if you find something illogical because it was primitive world not modern
FengShaoEatsbrain · 544.2k Views