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In the age before time, King Vikramaditya swore a blood oath to capture the ghost known as Betaal. But every tale the ghost tells brings him closer to madness — and the truth that the real curse lies within his own soul. In a land where myths breathe, forests bleed, and gods whisper from the dark, one king will walk through endless nights to uncover who he truly is… before the story devours him. A dark retelling of the Vikram-Betaal legend — filled with horror, divine guilt, and forgotten history.

The Famous Indian Folk-tale... Vikram-Betaal

如果青平知道自己会因为有一天在家里打游戏就穿越的话，大概这辈子都不会再碰游戏了吧 穿越就穿越吧，一睁眼就是一个漂亮的小人儿战战兢兢地跪在地上，等待他这个清尊的训示——据说已经跪在地上等他醒，等了两天了…… 青平发誓，他绝对不是故意的。

Viking is a tale about a modern man who is forced into a Medieval world where he becomes a Viking. Adopted by a small village.

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Tired of the endless loop of modern life, Chris Duela wanted one thing: for the world to end. ​Every day was the same—office, screens, exhaustion, repeat. He hated the greed, corrupt politics, and ruthless ambition of humanity. So when a blinding light swallowed Earth and dropped him into a pristine, breathtaking paradise free of skyscrapers and pollution, Chris thought God had finally answered his prayers. ​He was wrong. Humanity hadn't changed; it had just traded suits for superpowers. ​In this new realm, power is everything. Four elite factions lord over the world: ​The Sevanam: Immortal cultivators commanding ambient energy. ​The Mayava: Masters of destructive arcana and magic. ​The Samvi: Blessed wielders of rule-bending "Systems." ​The Ativi: Warriors with earth-shattering superhuman strength. ​At the very bottom are the Beromas—powerless humans squeezed dry by exorbitant taxes (Sulka) and treated as disposable trash by the elite. ​When Chris stumbles into a terrifying monster cave on his first day, he discovers something unexpected. A mysterious yellow light ignites within his eyes—an absolute command that forces even a giant, deadly beast to bow as his loyal companion, Mike. ​After spending months hiding away and mastering his strange, absolute authority, Chris is done watching history repeat itself. The world might be full of magic and gods, but Chris is about to bring down the system—one faction at a time.

Daily Chapters! Novikova is a dark fantasy tale set in a reimagined 1985 Earth, where magic and technology coexist under the shadow of The Order, a totalitarian regime. The story follows Tenjin, an orphan from the slums of Noval, who unknowingly harbors extraordinary abilities.

Some people were never meant to meet.. A mistake!

The cold stone hall was dimly lit with flickering torches. Shadows stretched long across the floor. At the far end of the room, the King sat high on his throne, surrounded by High Lords, Generals, and Counselors. Silence hung thick in the air as the Ice Viking entered. He stood in the center, arms at his side, eyes forward. “Viking,” the King called from his seat. Varnok didn’t move. “Yes,” he replied flatly. One of the High Lords stood up in anger. “In the presence of your King—you kneel!” The knights draws their Swords. Varnok stayed still. “You’re not my king,” he said calmly. The King raised a hand. The knights lowered their swords. “Let him be,” the King said, leaning forward. “Ice Viking… step forward.” Varnok walked slowly across the cold stone floor. “There is war between the Vikings and this kingdom,” the King said. Varnok kept walking. “It’s your kingdom,” he answered. “That has nothing to do with me.” The lords murmured in outrage. “You think they’ll stop there?” the King asked, raising a hand for silence. “You know what those animals are like. Vikings… they don’t stop until they’ve burned everything to ash.” “And yet I’ve protected the village just fine,” Varnok said. “Without your help. Like it’s always been.” “Without my help, there’d be no village to protect,” the King snapped. “There is a village,” Varnok said, meeting his eyes. “And not once have you offered it your help.” “King... please. What an excuse.” The king nodded toward the general standing beside him. Without hesitation, the general stepped forward and struck Varnok across the face. Then a second punch to the stomach. Finally, a heavy kick to the leg. Varnok dropped to one knee. “Good,” the King said, tipping his goblet and pouring wine over Varnok’s head. “Like the animal you are.” Murmurs filled the hall. > "What an animal." "Fits clearly—a dog." "All Vikings should just die." "Disgusting things." The King laughed with joy as he was Pleased by the words of the people. He leaned forward again, with his voice low. “Maybe we should start with your wife… and child.” The room fell into a deadly stillness. Varnok’s eyes snapped open—glowing bright, ice-blue. A shiver cut through the entire hall. The ground began to vibrate. Goblets trembled. Torches flickered lower. Then came his voice—cold, deep, inhuman. Like the cracking of ancient glaciers. “If a single breath so much as brushes their skin…” “I will bring down such ruin upon this kingdom that even the crows will starve for lack of flesh. I will freeze your rivers. Silence your bells. And watch your palace rot from the inside—As your screams echo in halls no one dares enter. Pray your tongue forgets their names… before I remember yours.” No one moved everywhere was silent. Even the air seemed too afraid to stir.

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?"