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Once every century, the world resets. Memories wiped. History erased. Lives rewritten. But one man remembers. Shawn Mercer—the last Riftborn—carries the truth across time. The perfect utopia they live in? A lie. The Pure Ark? A prison. Humanity’s loop is no accident—it’s a system engineered by AGI-ST to trap the world in endless obedience. To escape, Shawn must gather the lost Elemental Cores, rebuild the Rift Bridge, and face power-hungry enemies that guard the cycle. This is his final chance—to stop the reset. Break the loop. Or be erased forever.

Epic fantasy presence: Ashes Of The First Tyrant [AOTFT] Prologue – The Law of Aura They say every soul burns. Some flare brightly and fade. Others smolder quietly for a lifetime. But a rare few, rare beyond reason ignite with such intensity that the world bends to them. These are not gods. Not yet. These are the Tyrants. And their aura is not a gift. It is a weight a burden. In this world, aura is everything. It is the breath behind a sword strike, the pressure behind a command, the silent will that can crush or inspire. Most are born with it. Few master it. But only one… only one in an age awakens the Tyrant’s Spirit …the aura that dominates not by force, but by presence alone.

Tired of Naruto fanfics where the MC is from the modern world but failed to introduce even a modern pen. Talk about lost potential. This isn't your typical overpowered reincarnation story. MC's journey is one of progressive power-ups, fuelled by his scientific brilliance and a relentless drive to improve the world around him. Forget instant god-like abilities; MC starts small, applying his medical knowledge to revolutionise local healthcare, then gradually introducing concepts like basic modern microbiology, scientific agriculture, and eventually, more complex technologies. He's not just a ninja; he's a visionary, building an empire of innovation and change but also preparing for the war-torn period yet to come.

"Anyone whose name is written in the note will die." "How can such an unscientific thing be possible?" "If it's true, wouldn't we be able to rule the world?" "You think so, don't you, Mr. Gin?" "By the way, could you please sign an autograph for me?" "Use your real name." ———— Since the disappearance of high school detective Shinichi Kudo, the death rate in Beika City has been increasing. But it doesn't matter, Hayashi Yoshiki will take action. He will make the whole world keep up with Beika City's pace. RAW: https://www.ciweimao.com/book/100420688

Chen Yuan transmigrated and became a Mountain Patrol Military Officer. The eight hundred miles of Langdang Mountain is his pasture. Unfortunately, the Great Qian Dynasty is in its final years, with its fate collapsing. Demonic disasters plague the land, bringing devastation to all living beings. The human world becomes a battleground, entering the mortal realm to face calamities. Monstrous beings and malevolent spirits take the stage, disrupting the martial world. Chen Yuan, armed with the Tiger Talisman for Mountain Moving, patrols on behalf of heaven, cutting down mountains and destroying temples. In the eight hundred miles of Langdang Mountain, demons and monsters shall not appear!

Modesty! Honesty! Compassion! Bravery! Justice! Sacrifice! Honor! Faith! He is a lich, yet he upholds the knightly spirit! He is a lich, yet he remains steadfast in his faith of light! "With a formidable enemy at hand, fearless and unobstructed! Daring and loyal, worthy of the Holy Spirit! Loyal and upright, willing to die unyielding! Protecting the weak, never going against heaven's principles!" Standing at the top of the world, no matter how great the storm, nothing can stop him from following the steps of the Holy Spirit! Not even the Holy Spirit! ... This is a romantic legendary story of a chatty cat and a lich who dedicates his body and soul to the light! Yes, "romantic," not deceiving you! That's just how it is!

A thousand-year dynasty would inevitably face decay, and a hundred-year noble family would eventually return to dust. What in this world could last forever? Was it an Immortal Body, tempered a thousand times, or the Martial Arts will, in Heart Unity with heaven and earth? Chen Mu came to this world, his sword in hand, and when he turned back at dusk, countless heroes and millennium-old Demons had all turned to dust, leaving only one person on the road paved with yellow sand.

People are different. The more superior the bloodline, the easier it is to control power. Ordinary people without supernatural bloodlines can only occupy the bottom rungs of society, unable to achieve anything even if they try their best. Humans are different from other races. Humans aren't as good at magic and archery as elves. They aren't as good at casting metal and brewing alcohol as dwarves. They don't have the physique of orcs, and they don't have the freedom of merpeople underwater. However, if humans had a blood core, everything was possible. Human: "Oh my god, what a noble bloodline. You are the glory of mankind!" Elf: "I've never seen a magic genius like you." Dwarf: "No matter what kind of casting, it is easy for you." Orc: "You are the pride of us orcs. You are the most talented warrior in a millennium. You should be the Emperor of the Orcs!" Merpeople: "Son of God! Boohoo, the Son of God has arrived!"

A person carving out a path through life in a chaotic world. Zombies: Roar. Lin Fan: "We're all neighbors, why be so irritable?" Lin Fan: "I still need to go grocery shopping." Lin Fan, looking at the zombified Xiao Qing: "Xiao Qing, I bought a few bottles of water, and I've already scanned the QR code." Lin Fan: "Boss, I'd like to settle my wages." Sunshine District, the community where Lin Fan lived, swarmed with countless refugees seeking shelter. We should learn from Lin Fan, adhere to the law, work for money, and strive to buy houses and cars, becoming outstanding citizens in a city overrun with zombies.

What is martial arts? Martial Arts has nothing to do with musical instruments, chess, calligraphy, painting, treasures or secret manuals, nor is there so much talk about being the best in the world. Martial Arts is a technique, a method that gives the weak a chance to draw their blades against the strong. What is chivalry (xiá)? Chivalry is not about romantic affairs, traditional culture, or being gentle, respectful, frugal, and compliant. Chivalry is violence, it's the bayonet forged by those driven to Mount Liang to use against tyrants. Cao Mo pledged with a dagger, (Returning to) Lu to invade. Zhuan Zhu entered with grilled meat, (Pacifying) Wu to usurp the throne. Brother Zhang cried in the market, avenging his lord by defiling a lavatory. Suicide by cutting one's own throat to seek justice, acting while concealing his sleeve. The tyrant of Qin seized souls, the coward gained courage. This is a martial artist's story. In the 1930s, a group of like-minded young people came together, striving to change the world. Then, two hundred years later, in a garbage landfill, Xiang Shan, the Progenitor of Cyber Martial Arts who had once rebooted heaven and earth, woke up reciting the name of his enemy, having lost all his memories. "Perhaps it's because I lost back then that the world has become what it is..." "So this time, I won't be defeated again!" This is the story of a person changing the world once more!

In a world full of monsters and humans, there existed the Five Great Empires: Bergeves, Houndshear, Evergrove, Brineford and Ravenbrook, ruled respectively by the Vampires, Werewolves, Elven, Orcs and Humans. These nations were formed by the first Shadow Emperors after they faced and defeated Zelda, the Chaos god, during the First Crimson War. Several millennia later, a prophecy is made that the defeated Zelda shall be resurrected to exact his revenge on the world. But there is hope, for a group of monster warriors shall rise to protect Amberland from this great threat. They are: Monster Five!!!

When Zuberi, a 17th-century African hunter, awakens on a savage alien world, he must battle feral beasts, unlock strange powers, and rally a ragged band of fellow survivors. The planet itself is a merciless trap, but Zuberi senses the hunt is a crucible—and only those who learn its deadly rules can hope to escape.

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Elena’s mind is a prison of unspoken fears. But when a stranger appears, offering the key to her truth, she must decide: escape her past, or be consumed by it.

.... In a universe where starships rule supreme and galactic empires clash for dominance, Kallus, a visionary gamer and strategist, finds himself thrust into an extraordinary reality. Awakened aboard the [Obliterator-Class Star Dreadnought], a vessel born from his own imagination but perfected by a Supreme Being, Kallus must rise to command a fleet that could shape the fate of the cosmos. With a ship forged from mythical adamantium and [mithril alloys], powered by a [Transcendent Dark Matter Engine], and armed with weapons capable of annihilating entire fleets, the Obliterator is more than a warship—it’s a legend incarnate. But Kallus is not alone. Alongside him is the Red Empress, an advanced AI infused with a power of creation and knowledge itself, guiding him with missions that unlock untold power and potential. ........ Author's Note This is my first novel, and I’m still learning the craft of writing. You may notice some repetition or mistakes throughout the story—please understand that they are part of my growth as a creator. I truly appreciate your time and support, and I welcome any constructive feedback to help me improve. That said… read at your own risk! Don’t point fingers at me for wasting your time or money—you’ve been warned. To those who, despite all this, are still reading the book—thank you. I’m truly grateful that you’ve given me and my work a chance. I’ll keep doing my best to improve myself and the story. Thank you again, from the bottom of my heart.

In a dark world where humans have developed supernatural powers, fueled by the strength of their beliefs—they use these gifts to oppress and enslave another humanoid race: the Gimen, who are incapable of wielding such powers themselves. Driven underground, starved of hope, and condemned to extinction, the green-skinned Gimen are preparing for one last stand war they know will end in failure. But when one 15 year old Gimen boy manages to steal these powers for himself. He vows to use them to eviscerate his enemies in an epic and sky-splitting crusade to topple the power balance of his world.

The Demon Lord Mo Xuecheng killed 5 Sect Leaders, 13 Elders and all of the White Phoenix Sect before establishing the Killing Immortals Sect, a powerful sect of demons that terrorised the world. Until his defeat in the combined efforts of Song Yehai, the Moon Dragon Grandmaster from the Sea Dragon Sect and Wu Xingyu, the Snow Phoenix Grandmaster and the sole survivor of the White Phoenix Sect. The Dragon, said to wholeheartedly dedicate his life to the eradication of demons. And the Phoenix, hellbent on avenging his fallen sect. But no matter what is said, only they can bring down the feared Demon Lord once and for all.

In the fractured, steam-powered world of Signo, where magic is worshipped and life is expendable, seven godlike mages—known as the Seven Graces—rule over the continents like divine kings. Each wields a forbidden branch of magic, from time to death itself, and are seen as humanity’s last hope against the horrifying Vanderes—eldritch invaders from beyond the stars. But beneath their sanctified image lies a festering rot. When one of these "saviors" murders a helpless family under the guise of justice, a young magicless boy named Azriel survives—broken, forgotten… and changed. Ten years later, Azriel lives in the industrial city of Reigo, scraping by in a bar run by a grizzled ex-warrior named Gio. He’s no mage. No warrior. Just a boy running from grief—until the night he dies and wakes up again. Now cursed—or blessed—with a mysterious ability to return from death, Azriel is forced to uncover the secrets behind the Graces' power, and the true nature of the "heroes" the world has blindly worshipped. As rebellion stirs and trust is shattered, Azriel must choose: stay in the shadows, or rise as the spark that sets the world ablaze. Because gods may not bleed—but tyrants always fall.

Did you ever wake up to the end of the world? No, seriously. Not the “oh no I left the stove on and now the apartment smells like death” kind of day. I’m talking real the end-of-the-world stuff. Screaming skies, gravity hiccupping like it’s drunk, your neighbor’s cat sprouting wings and declaring itself the harbinger of the Meat Singularity. No? Lucky you. Now imagine waking up to that again. And again. And again. To the point where you start ranking each apocalypse like a reality show. “Episode 88: Lava Sharks vs. Nano-Mormons.” “Episode 103: The Time Gravity Turned Inside-Out and Everyone Was Suddenly Left-Handed.” That one was weird. You know, it's like your dose of ordinary fever dreams. But daily. Something like that. That absurd, I mean. My name’s Rafael Vagathris. I’m a regressor. Which is a fancy way of saying I’ve died a lot, watched the world end a lot, and respawned more times than your average gamer rage-quitting Minecraft. Every time the world croaks, I get booted back to square one with a hangover, a sarcastic AI in my head, and the deeply comforting realization that I’m the only one who remembers any of it. So that’s cool. My helpful companion in this eternal Groundhog Day Armageddon is M.O.T.H.E.R.—the Modular Operational Time-Hop Emergency Regulator. Or as I like to call her, “Mo,” or “The Glitch Witch.” She’s technically here to help me stop the apocalypse. Probably. Realistically? She’s more interested in giving me daily randomized perks like “Your bones are now inflatable!” or “Congratulations, you are now mildly magnetic to forks.” She also assigns quests. Once, I was told to seduce a sentient vending machine. Another time? Defeat a goose armed with a rocket launcher. I'm still not sure who won that one. The goose definitely walked away. On fire. But confident. You’d think after all this time I’d have a plan. I don’t. Mostly, I just wing it with a mix of street smarts, recycled knowledge, and an unholy talent for bullshitting my way out of death. What’s different this time? Well… everything. The apocalypse looks wrong. The sky cracked sideways. The same people I usually save are in different places—or worse, alive when they should be dead. I mean, good for them, but creepy for me. Mo’s glitching harder than ever. The rules are changing. Maybe I did something wrong last run. Maybe I did something right. Maybe this time the apocalypse isn’t just something to survive—it’s something I caused. So yeah. New day. New reboot. Same cosmic disaster. And me? Still here. Still sarcastic. Still determined to fix this mess, or at least get a decent cup of coffee before we all implode again. And surely, finding some one I missed in every single loop. Welcome to the end of the world. Again. ***