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Da Lu Xuan vågnede, fandt han sig selv som en Almindelig Åndeplante Mester på det Løse Reparationsmarked, der sled for at klare sig på sin tre fjerdedele acre store Åndemark i Kultiverings Verdenen. Heldigvis gjorde han en tilfældig opdagelse, at hver gang en Åndeplante modnes, ville han modtage en ekstra belønning. For hvert Sværdgræs, han høstede, ville han modtage en Sværdpille. For hver Xuan Chong Vin, han høstede, ville han modtage en portion Skjult Stjernesand. For hver Underverdenens Forårsblomst, han høstede, ville han modtage en Underverdenens Flamme Eliksir Opskrift. ... Fra da af besluttede han sig for at leve et fredeligt liv, blive på sin plads og observere de tumultariske forandringer i Kultiverings Verdenen fra sin Åndemark. “Hvad har en Kamp Lov konkurrence, udforskning af Hemmelige Lande, søgen efter fe-formuer, erhvervelse af Magiske Skatte... med mig at gøre?!” “Jeg vil bare fredeligt dyrke min jord.”

In an age of blood, steel, and freezing spray, a Viking’s worth is measured by the swing of his axe. They are raiders. They are conquerors. They are the terror of the North. Ragnar, the eighteen-year-old bastard son of a starving chieftain, is none of these things. Just a month ago, he was a Senior Naval Architect in Seattle, designing high-efficiency cargo vessels. Now, he stands on a frozen fjord in 865 AD, facing a suicide mission to England that threatens to wipe out his village. Mocked for his refusal to raid and his obsession with "wizard words" like logistics and drag coefficients, Ragnar is dismissed as a coward. But they are all wrong. Where they see a longship, he sees a displacement curve waiting to be optimized. Where they see a storm, he sees wind energy waiting to be harnessed. They say his methods are madness. Soon, they will realize that while they are playing at war, he is engineering an empire. -------- Disclaimer: *Kingdom Building & Tech-Uplift: MC uses modern engineering to revolutionize the Viking Age. *Weak-to-Strong: Starts as a despised bastard, progresses to a wealthy tycoon/warlord. *High Detail: Detailed descriptions of ship-building and primitive industrialization.

"Pequeno coelho, pequeno coelho. O Lobo está FAMINTO!" A voz zombava de mim, seguida por uma risada maligna. "Corra, coelhinha. CORRA!" Um bramido monstruoso ecoou pelo céu noturno e invadiu minha alma como uma marretada. Pude sentir um arrepio percorrendo meu corpo e meu coração batendo forte no peito. Os ecos de uivos e risadas me seguiam por trás enquanto eu corria por minha vida. A vida de Elisabeth tinha sido mais difícil do que a da maioria desde criança - uma mãe distante e muitas vezes cruel e seu ciclo interminável de vício que tinha dominado sua vida. Mas naquela noite fatídica, algo muito mais sinistro estava à espreita na escuridão, pronto para afastá-la de tudo isso. Figuras enormes surgiram do nada, rosnando e provocando-a. Ela tentou gritar, mas nada saía; antes que percebesse, estava acordando em um mundo onde lobisomens Vikings governavam com misteriosas fadas ao seu lado. A cada cinco anos, eles viajavam para o reino humano, coletando dez garotas para sua corrida de acasalamento - e nesta noite, Elisabeth era uma delas. Com apenas um vestido branco e seus pés descalços, Elisabeth ficou ao lado das outras nove garotas enquanto as feras rondavam ao seu redor de forma ameaçadora. Uma adaga de prata perfurou o pulso de cada uma, sinalizando o início da caçada! "Honramos a deusa da lua; deixe seu sangue guiar seu companheiro até você!"

"Petit lapin, petit lapin. Le Loup a FAIM !" La voix me narguait, suivie d'un rire maléfique. "Cours, lapin. COURS !" Un rugissement monstrueux résonna dans le ciel nocturne et s'écrasa dans mon âme comme un coup de massue. Je pouvais sentir un frisson parcourir mon corps et mon cœur battre dans ma poitrine. Les échos de hurlements et de rires me suivaient tandis que je courais pour ma vie. La vie d'Elisabeth avait été plus difficile que la plupart depuis son enfance - une mère distante et souvent cruelle et son cycle sans fin de dépendance qui avait pris le contrôle de sa vie. Mais en cette nuit fatidique, quelque chose de bien plus sinistre se cachait dans l'obscurité, prêt à l'emmener loin de tout cela. Des silhouettes massives apparurent de nulle part, grognant et la narguant. Elle essaya de crier, mais rien ne sortait ; avant qu'elle ne s'en rende compte, elle se réveillait dans un monde où les Vikings loups-garous régnaient avec de mystérieuses fées à leurs côtés. Tous les cinq ans, ils voyageaient dans le royaume humain, collectant dix filles pour leur course aux compagnons - et ce soir, Elisabeth était l'une d'entre elles. Vêtue seulement d'une robe blanche et pieds nus, Elisabeth se tenait aux côtés des neuf autres filles tandis que les bêtes rôdaient autour d'elles de façon menaçante. Une dague d'argent perça chacun de leurs poignets, signalant le début de la chasse ! "Nous honorons la déesse de la lune ; que votre sang guide votre compagnon vers vous !"

Halfdan Magnusson, the man who raised the flag of the greatest viking nation in history. He was their greatest king to ever live and he was their idol.

Some people perform joy so completely that nobody notices they’re drowning until the water is already over their head—and Riyura Shiko has turned that performance into an art form. Fifteen years old, purple-haired, red bow-tied, and explosively cheerful in the specific way of someone who learned early that being cheerful was safer than being honest, Riyura arrives at Jeremy High not as a normal transfer student—but as a walking thunderclap in a school uniform. Officially, he’s there for a “fresh start” after an incident involving pudding, a ferret, and one tragically heroic trampoline. Unofficially, he’s there because wherever Riyura goes, normality quietly packs its bags and leaves. Jeremy High is no ordinary school. Founded in 1876 under impossible circumstances—three suicidal teenagers, letters from a descendant who wouldn’t exist for a century, and a foundation built as much on suffering as it is on survival—it attracts the broken, the chaotic, and the unexplainable. Riyura fits in immediately… and completely disrupts everything anyway. From shouting greetings at trees to challenging athletes to dribble pineapples, from staging lunchtime operas about dumplings to turning every hallway into a stage, he floods the school with a kind of absurd, relentless energy that feels almost supernatural on its own. But beneath the chaos is something quieter. Something fragile. Because Riyura isn’t just trying to be seen—he’s trying not to disappear. Over the next four years, what unfolds is everything. Not just the ridiculous, high-energy nonsense of flying fruit and social disasters, but corruption networks, government conspiracies, psychic abilities tied to Edo-period bloodlines, time manipulation, preserved souls, and a brother who dies… and comes back? Government agents become allies. Truths unravel. The very sanctuary that saved them reveals the cost of its existence. And still—beneath all of that—the people matter most. Yakamira, sharp and analytical, alive against all odds. Miyaka, opening her pencil case every morning as an act of quiet defiance. Subarashī, scars catching the light as he declares himself to the world. Jisatsu, holding steady, fourteen months without a crisis. Pan, baking at 4 AM not because he has to—but because he chooses to. None of them are whole. All of them are trying. And together, they form something stubborn and unbreakable: a family built not from perfection, but from the refusal to let each other drown alone. Then comes graduation. Osaka. Cherry University. Cherry blossom seasons that feel too soft for everything they’ve survived. And the slow, difficult realization that surviving and living are entirely different skills. And many more characters in the main stage at that as per-usual. Riyura Shiko isn’t just the loudest person in the room. He’s the one most afraid of silence. His absurdity isn’t there to make you laugh—it’s there to overwhelm you, to push past the limits of what “normal” even means, to prove that being alive isn’t about fitting in, but about refusing to disappear. The humor isn’t clean, or even traditionally funny—it’s chaotic, excessive, and sometimes deliberately irritating. Because this story doesn’t aim to be funny. It aims to feel. Loudly. Uncomfortably. Honestly. This is the complete story of Riyura Shiko. From a teenager hiding behind a crooked bow tie and a perfectly rehearsed smile… to someone who slowly, painfully learns what genuine laughter actually feels like. From impossible walls to open skies. It costs something. It leaves something behind. Neither cancels the other out. THE NAMES… RIYURA SHIKO! - RATED MA26+. Still here. That’s always been enough. Because this series has the worst humor you could ever wish for. >;)

To break the gods, he must become worse than them. Raen Valor was once a nameless orphan, a shadow in the alleys of a dying empire. Now, reborn by the will of a forgotten Demon God, he walks a path of blood, betrayal, and stolen power. In a world where true power lies in Names—the sacred truths that define reality—Raen becomes a Thronedead, a forbidden being who devours the Names of gods, rewriting the laws of existence itself. But every name taken eats away at his soul. Every god slain brings him closer to madness, and the throne he seeks to destroy whispers temptations of its own. Alongside Lyra, a girl bound by forbidden magic and a haunting past, Raen ventures into cursed lands, unearths buried truths, and confronts horrors born from divine lies. Together, they will challenge the very foundation of the world. But can a man who devours identity remember who he truly is? Brutal. Philosophical. Unforgettable. Thronebreaker: The One Who Devours Names is a dark fantasy epic that weaves psychological depth, unique worldbuilding, and a power system unlike any you’ve seen before. ___________________________________ Join the Discord for updates, character art, announcements, and more: https://discord.gg/J9VsU5d7

The modern world of magic has moved on. Magic of old no longer allowed in the new age. Deemed too barbaric for the contemporary world, magic skills and formulae have taken the country of Idraver by storm and with their arrival, heralding in a new age of magic. Decades later, a young man named Keldon, born without the ability to use skills, begins to experience strange dreams, and with them came the return of an ancient magic. Given an impossible task, what do his newfound powers mean? Or is their return merely a signal for the beginning of the final end.

In 898 AD she wasn’t just from another land. Wrecking a marriage is generally no problem for the divorce obtaining, Lady Malice Mallender. But she faces a dilemma when she’s asked to ruin her own. Just how businesslike should she remain when the marriage was never consummated and kissing her husband leads to Sin--a handsome Viking who wants her for a bed slave in name only? She came from another time. Viking raider Sin Gudrunsson wants one thing. To marry his childhood sweetheart. Only she’s left him before, so he needs to keep her on her toes, and a bed slave, in name only, seems just the thing. Until he meets Malice. One kiss is all it takes to flash between two worlds But when one kiss is no longer enough, which will it be?  Regency London? Or Viking Norway? Will Malice learn what governs the flashes? Can Sin? Where worlds collide can love melt the iciest heart

Genre: Dark Supernatural Psychological Thriller / Tragic Romance Protagonist: Kaito Sena, 19 Setting: Kūro-shi — a fictional mid-sized Japanese city built across a river delta, where old industrial districts rot next to glass towers, and the fog never quite burns off before nightfall. Core Mystery: A girl was murdered in an alley searching for someone she had no reason to know. The next morning, she walked back into the world wearing her own face — and didn't remember dying at all.