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Shadows of collapsing stars, forgotten worlds, and an ancient war that eternally persists. A struggle spanning so long it strains most memory of it , stretching across galaxies and dimensions. Civilizations rise and crumble beneath the weight of these two warring species, as forces beyond comprehension lurk in the backgrounds waiting for pure silence to take hold.

You are more than welcome to join our Discord server! https://discord.gg/SCgAj3r ---- Connor, a teenager in the 21st century who enjoys spending time playing military and strategy games. He is now looking forward to a VRMMO game called "Warzone" that mirrors Earth where the players start as an ordinary soldier in one of two factions, Federation or The Empire, then rise through the ranks and manage their own armies. Connor, who was looking forward to playing Warzone, put on his VR helmet. Although unbeknownst to him, where he was sent to was not... Warzone. ----- This story is written on RoyalRoad as well.

Arnold, a geologist, tried to save a child from drowning in an ancient lake, but he himself was dragged into its depths. On the verge of death, an ancient magic formation lit up and helped him transmigrate. In this new world, he finds himself as a "trash" F-rank heir and an "Enhancer" who doesn't even know what to do with his life. Everything changes when he awakens a System... and a legendary class: Elementalist. How is he going to change his fate using his newly gained powers? Will he choose to be a hero to humanity in a world where dungeons, monsters, and hidden dangers lurk everywhere? *** "Victor! Stop... mhmmm, stop! Ris is just in the next room..." " He's with his grandparents..." "He won't mind if I prepare a little sibling for him with his papa..." Arnold looked dumbfounded at Victor. "Shameless!" Victor grinned and started biting his boyfriend's neck teasingly, then moved to his ears. Arnold moaned. He could feel Victor's racing heart beating in perfect sync with his own. They looked into each other's eyes, and with a fire igniting between them, they began to savor one another. Their lips completely entangled, they forgot about the countless dungeon raids and the endless battles they had fought, delving entirely into their own world. *** Victor held little Ris in his arms, looking worriedly at Arnold. Although known as the Sword Saint, Victor was completely helpless at this moment. Arnold had lost control, pushed to the brink by the monsters who dared to try and destroy his family. Standing high in the sky, Arnold’s eyes were cold. Space and time warped around him. His eyes glowed golden, and in an instant, a terrifying space-time power swept over the area. The monsters died without ever knowing what hit them. Their bodies turned into dust and disappeared in the void... This is the journey of our two superdads, saving Ris and becoming a true family. If you enjoy stories containing magic, swordsmanship, dungeons, and family, then this is the read for you! Warning: R-18 novel with explicit adult chapters. For mature audiences only.

Thet Hnin stands still, almost lost among the laughing crowds, but her presence is undeniable. The water splashes over her, but she doesn't react. Her gaze is distant, yet sharp, taking in everything, processing in silence. The noise around her, the joy, the chaos-it feels like it belongs to someone else, someone far removed from the woman standing there. Her hands are folded in front of her, fingers pressed together so tightly her knuckles are white, but her posture remains calm, poised, like she's always been in control. Her face is unreadable-no traces of sorrow, no hints of anger, just the stillness of someone who has learned to bury her emotions deep. A soft sigh escapes her lips as she watches the crowd, but it's not one of relief. It's the kind of sigh you make when you've long since accepted that nothing will ever be the same. The seconds pass quietly, and though she's just one face in the sea of revelers, there's something about her that feels out of place. Something beneath the surface that doesn't quite belong.

Di masa depan yang berteknologi ini. Para manusia percaya akan sihir-sihir. Dan setiap manusia memiliki 4 jalan sihir, Diantaranya adalah penganut agama Wiccan, pengaruh konsentrasi manusia, keturunan vampir,dan keturunan suku kuno. Karena manusia sangat haus akan kekuasaan,uang,dan nafsu tersendiri. Oleh karena itu manusia menggunakan sihir untuk memenuhi nafsu jahat mereka. Maka dari itu pemerintah juga menciptakan prajurit sihir untuk menjaga keamanan negara. Pemuda bernama Kris dan kakaknya yaitu Tsuba, keturunan bangsawan Oberon. Kris menguasai sihir cahaya yang diturunkan dari ibunya. Sedangkan Tsuba menguasai sihir penguatan fisik. Sebagai kakak adik mereka tidak akrab, namun mereka memiliki tujuan yang sama yaitu melindungi dunia dari kejahatan.

In her past life, Tang Mo accidentally lost her own Space Jade Pendant when the apocalypse began, losing her biggest golden finger. Afterwards, her superpower training went awry, she lost her loved ones, suffered from ostracization, and utterly ruined the good hand she was dealt, ultimately dying at the mouths of mutant beasts. Opening her eyes again, Tang Mo was reborn one week before the start of the apocalypse. None of the tragedies has happened yet! How will she seize the opportunity and walk her own path to becoming a powerful figure in the apocalypse?

Married to Mason Crawford for two years, Summer Thorne became the city's notorious jinx. As the legitimate Mrs. Crawford, she could only watch helplessly as her own family went bankrupt and her father was convicted, with no one willing to lend a hand. Mason Crawford looked at her coldly: "Summer Thorne, do you think anyone in Valois would dare to help you if I didn't give the word?" Everyone watched her hit dead ends everywhere, bruised and battered, standing by with cold indifference. Until that snowy night in the deep mountains, she was tricked by others and left to walk alone in the snow, when a man on horseback galloped over, pulled her onto his steed, and wrapped her in his embrace. * The first time they met, she lit a cigarette for him; The next time they met, he said, "Miss Thorne, how much are you planning to spend to buy me?" Timothy York, a gentleman from a prestigious family—upright, dignified, aloof, and noble, a man who had never made a single misstep, praised by everyone in Valois. Yet, on that one day, Summer Thorne was photographed leaving Timothy York's residence early in the morning. The entire city was in an uproar. The most unattainable flower of Valois had actually stolen another man's wife! * Everyone said Summer Thorne was a master of seduction, but they received Timothy York's four-word reply— "I initiated it." The wind rose in Sombren Forest, and snow fell into his arms. From the very beginning, it was he who initiated it.

After accidentally falling off a cliff, Faye Yardley finds herself transmigrated into a male-oriented sea survival novel she had read. Not wanting to become the cannon fodder character who shares her name, and determined to ensure her brother survives, she resolves to clear this sea survival game and leave the game world alive.

Before Feng Yi ascended the throne, no one wanted to marry this prince who lacked presence and was out of favor. After his ascension, the harem was filled with the daughters of high-ranking court officials. They were an eyesore to look at and vexing to deal with. He felt that even favoring them would defile his own dragon body. He decided to choose a woman with a fiery, arrogant, domineering, and jealous nature to enter the palace, to cast all this "trash" into the Cold Palace on his behalf. Song Yunzhao had transmigrated to ancient times for fourteen years, all the while laying low and just trying to get by. She was just waiting for the plot to begin, then she would transform into a villainess—arrogant, domineering, fiery, and jealous—so that she would be rejected from the selection and could then choose a husband to live a carefree and happy life with. Later, Song Yunzhao watched as His Majesty smiled at her with immense indulgence and said, "Zhaozhao, come here." Song Yunzhao immediately felt that something was terribly wrong, a chill running up from the soles of her feet. The damned Emperor wore a gentle expression, but his eyes were as cold as ice; he clearly wanted to use her as his blade!