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Cedric, a legendary crusader and hero of the holy campaign to reclaim Jerusalem, met his end at the hands of a deadly assassin—a blow struck in the very moment of his triumph. But death was not the end. By what he believes to be divine will, Cedric awakens in a strange, heretical world—a realm where demons hold power, false gods reign, and humanity nearing the edge of destruction. The land was corrupted, its kingdoms twisted by dark forces and evil rulers, demanding a righteous purge. With newfound strength and a divine purpose, Cedric rises once more. Blessed by God, he wields power beyond mortal means, ready to crush those who stand in the way of divine order. “Lord, You brought me here for a reason. I will not fail You.” Armed with holy conviction and an unyielding will, Cedric embarks on a brutal quest to cleanse this land of its impurity. The righteous will be delivered, the wicked destroyed, and God's glory restored. *** Join Discord community: https://discord.gg/FKE5BeWYWc Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/Okram333 Disclaimer: While inspired by Christian themes, this story is a work of fantasy and should not be taken as a theological statement.

In the rain-slicked megacity of Neo-Tokyo, where neon canyons hide ancient rifts and the line between human and divine has long since blurred, 19-year-old courier Ren Ito makes one wrong delivery. A black-silk package meant for no one in particular cracks open inside an abandoned shrine, flooding his veins with the essence of Kurogami—the primordial demon of chaos and shadow born before light itself existed. Overnight, Ren becomes a Pagan: one of the demon-possessed outcasts branded heretics by society and hunted by the Purification Order, a ruthless organization of Miracle vessels who channel angelic power to “cleanse” the corruption. Ren doesn’t want to be a monster. He just wants to survive another day of debt collectors, late-night deliveries, and a tiny 6-tatami apartment. But Kurogami’s voice in his head is amused, ancient, and patient. The power grows with every fight, every absorbed essence crystal, every near-death moment. Shadows bend to his will. Wounds close faster than they should. And the more he uses it, the louder the demon becomes. Then he meets Aoi Mizuki. A university student by day and secret Miracle vessel by night, Aoi carries the seraph Luminara inside her. She is trained to hunt Pagans like Ren—yet the first time their eyes meet across a rain-soaked rooftop, something ancient and forbidden stirs between their opposing essences. Light recognizes shadow. Heaven brushes against chaos. And neither of them can look away. What begins as a hunter-and-prey dance quickly spirals into something far more dangerous: a partnership. A bond. A love that defies every doctrine of both the Purification Order and the infernal syndicates that prey on the city’s underbelly. As Ren’s power climbs—level by brutal level—and Aoi’s faith fractures under the weight of her own heart, they become fugitives together. Hunted by Saint Kurosawa’s kill-squads, coveted by the seductive crime lord Blood Lotus Mei, watched by the gray-market alliance called the Current, and drawn toward the sealed Eclipse Shard—a relic that could permanently fuse their opposing powers or erase their individual selves entirely—Ren and Aoi must decide what they’re willing to sacrifice. Their humanity. Their love. Or the fragile hope that balance between light and shadow is even possible in a city that thrives on choosing one or the other. In Neo-Tokyo’s endless rain, two impossible souls stand hand-in-hand between heaven’s spear and hell’s maw. And the city is watching. Neon Pagan is an urban action-romance progression fantasy about forbidden love, slow-burn power growth, faction warfare, and the desperate search for a third path in a world that only believes in two. Some bonds are holy. Some are damned. Theirs is both.

Jason, a modern man beset by a cascade of personal tragedies, finds his life in tatters after the political upheaval of a military junta in his country. Losing his job, home, and, most painfully, his family, he succumbs to despair. In a moment of profound grief, he attempts to end his life, only to be given a second chance by a mysterious force that transports him to a vastly different world. Jason awakens in the Pagan Empire during its twilight years, reincarnated as Prince Aung, a young royal in a kingdom teetering on the brink of collapse under the rule of its last tyrant king. With memories of his past life intact and a magical system that offers guidance and power, Jason must navigate through a labyrinth of ancient magic, political intrigue, and cultural conflictsWill he become the savior of the Pagan Empire that go down to the annals of history? Or will he be remembered as the tyrant who reshaped history with a blade? (Disclaimer: This is the work of fictional no character or story reflect and represent on the real historical figures and history.) I changed the title because it is too long.

As a former weapons manufacturer, what would you do if you slept for a hundreds years and woke up to a dystopian world where most technology has been destroyed, and the remnants are monopolized by a ruling church? That's right! You'd make guns, fight your enemies, build an army, and create your own kingdom. After a centuries of cryogenic sleep, Sizwe awakens to find the world he knew gone. In its place is a post-apocalyptic dystopia where the Citadel of the Eternal Remnant, a powerful church, controls all remaining technology. To the believers, the Citadel is a savior, but to the heretics, it is a tyrant. With his extensive knowledge of technology, Sizwe embarks on a mission to restore the old world and build his own kingdom, even if it means challenging the might of the church.

One day fate decides to smile on Brennus.<br><br>He’s hunting in the woods when he is almost seen by a group of Roman soldiers returning to their encampment. He hides until they pass, then decides to bathe in the nearby stream. Naked, he finds a mossy rock on which to lie while the sun dries and warms him.<br><br>It isn’t long before his instincts tell him he isn’t alone. He discovers a soldier watching him and leaps to his feet, ready to fight. But fighting is the last thing Cyprian, the handsome Roman soldier, has on his mind.<br><br>Over time the men become lovers, finding happiness in a world gone mad. They agree to meet regularly and for a time, they do. Until one day Brennus is captured by the Romans.<br><br>Where is Cyprian? Didn’t he see his handsome soldier as he was being led into the encampment? Or will he ultimately be betrayed?

A collection of Short Stories about the Pagan Gods from the Fantasy Roleplay Server Shinseina World. Told from different points of view per chapter, with no specific order. All information is canon.

Reincarnated in a mysterious, medieval fantasy world, Mara woke up in the middle of nowhere and struggled to find her way out of there, until she encountered an old lady. Once she received directions from the woman, she was excited to arrive there. As soon as she made it there, she found out there was a trap in that town and now planned to escape from it, facing danger along the way as a defenseless woman. How will she be able to accomplish her goal? Will she even survive it to the end during her flight? I will be posting this story on Royal Road.

“You are the lucky chosen one.” The woman said, putting forth a hand to her. Who was she? Abhilasha wondered how could she breathe so well under water? The lady smiled and held her hand, “come to me. I know where you must go. Let me lead." ------------------------------------------ “I dreamed once again of that man. I think now I can only meet him in a dream , that is where we might as well be better. There are some loves, who don’t have name, shape or even existence in your reality—but they are just as much real to you. No one expected me to get up and speak and smile and work as I once did. Neither did I expect to be back in this world. A world that has snatched away everything I possibly once held precious for.” --------------------------------------------- Abhilasha had grown up disliking this river, but this river—the river had taken her to depth of life. She can’t tell now, after waking up from her long sleep. Looking around her, the life had been on race. Time had passed. She was not here, she was somewhere in this big world. A world that was as real as hers—but now she can’t tell weather it was all just a dream or was there something more in this. Did she really travelled across the universe, or was it just her mind?

Barnabas is a young French photographer stranded in Alaska during the turn of the century where he meets a beautiful and mysterious Inuit two-spirit shaman who takes him on an adventure.

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?"