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Una novela histórica de sangre, lealtad y destino Año 57 a.C. Roma se prepara para conquistar la Galia. Julio César, procónsul ambicioso y carismático, forma una nueva legión: la Legio XIII. Sextus, un joven romano nacido en la península itálica, deja atrás una vida de miseria rural para unirse al ejército. No lo impulsa el patriotismo ni la gloria: solo la necesidad. Reclutado justo cuando nace la Legión XIII, Sextus es arrastrado a una maquinaria de guerra donde los débiles no sobreviven y la muerte es una certeza cotidiana. Desde las ásperas tierras del norte de Italia hasta las oscuras selvas galas, Sextus vivirá el dolor del entrenamiento, el miedo del primer combate y el peso de la sangre derramada. Pero también encontrará hermanos de armas, forjará su lugar entre los hombres… y crecerá bajo la sombra de un general que cambiará la historia. Acompaña a Sextus en su transformación, desde recluta temeroso hasta soldado veterano de una legión destinada a la eternidad. Porque en la Legión XIII, una cosa está clara: Memento Mori — recuerda que morirás.

A historical novel of blood, loyalty, and destiny 57 BC. Rome prepares to conquer Gaul. Julius Caesar, an ambitious and charismatic proconsul, forms a new legion: Legio XIII. Sextus, a young Roman born in the Italian countryside, leaves behind a life of rural poverty to join the army. He is driven not by patriotism or glory, but by necessity. Recruited just as the Thirteenth Legion is formed, Sextus is thrown into a war machine where the weak do not survive and death is a daily certainty. From the rugged lands of northern Italy to the dark forests of Gaul, Sextus will endure the pain of training, the fear of first battle, and the weight of spilled blood. But he will also find brothers-in-arms, forge his place among men, and grow under the shadow of a general who will change history. Follow Sextus in his transformation—from frightened recruit to seasoned soldier in a legion destined for eternity. Because in the Thirteenth Legion, one truth remains: Memento Mori — remember you will die.

Acompaña a XIII a través de sus viajes y experiencias /no soy el creador de muchas características o poderes que se originan de otras obras/ /soy nuevo intentaré hacer lo mejor posible/mucha violencia no leer si eres sensible Etiqueta:futari, reencarnación, System, sucubo, incubo, anal, viaje dimensional./ lo hago por diversión la historia será según yo quiera

Final Fantasy XIV: Black Ishgard is the first season of a 4 season story known as Final Fantasy XIV: Other Chronicle, which tells the tale of Eniro, a Lalafellin Rouge who was exiled from his guild after being framed for a murder he never committed. Eniro is found by an Au Ra named Cyprus who offers to clear his name, and the two of them alongside many other allies work to retain the Scions Of The Seventh Dawn's reputation and restore hope to Eniro's future. This story will contain spoilers for all of Final Fantasy XIV. A majority of the characters in this story and all of the art shown are the property of SQUARE ENIX respectively.

1662 was a time of change before Versailles and Newton’s rise. Power was growing, trade was expanding, and new ideas in science were taking shape. Thinkers like Newton, Boyle, and Hooke were beginning to stand out. It was a busy and important time in history.

Shot out far deeper into space than anyone being should go, the protagonist wakes up and is swept away by his new friend TRISK to explore a new world full of gods, god slayers and horrors unlike anything he has seen before.

Who could have foreseen the chaos that would erupt 20 years after high school? Former classmates, once merely acquaintances, are now tangled in a web of mystery, deceit, and betrayal. When one of them turns up dead, the reunion turns into a crime scene. Long-buried grudges resurface, hidden secrets claw their way to the light, and trust is a luxury no one can afford. Friendships may have faded—but motives have not. The blood is on someone's hands, but who?

Mechs, spaceships, magic, cultivation, swords, martial combat, mythical beasts,...… A whole new world was opened to John when he finally agreed. When he decided to become Agent XXVI DISCLAIMER The cover photo isn't mine

What are they hiding? What is the whole point of this? Is there a point? "The skies fake, the water’s fake, my blood's fake. Am I fake?" The world as they knew it was under the control of a higher group of individuals who had a plan... a vision for the world. A vision they didn't feel the need to share with the public. 26-year-old John Billoway was a part of this vision, tied ever so tightly to it in a way he couldn't comprehend and each time he gets so close to breaking out of the fabricated world- he hears a thud and then a reset.

Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"