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=== WSA 2025 - Silver Prize Winner === Discord: https://discord.gg/3q2GJdk27D ============================ Way before I was even born, my world was invaded. Actually, not just my world, my entire damn universe was overrun by another, led by a single race that called themselves the Eternals. And they were prepared. Very prepared. Every life we lost in the war against them was used by them. They didn’t just kill people, they captured their souls, forged them into Phantoms, and used the souls to twist beasts into Abominations. Our dead became their army. Three hundred years later, I was born. A guy with way too much energy. Sitting still? Impossible. Taking it slow? Not happening. I was always moving, always ready to burst into action. Then I awakened, and got a talent too. My Talent's Name Was Generator. Because of it I never ran out of energy. Ever. My muscles? Supercharged. My healing? Faster. My stamina? Please, I had no idea what being tired even felt like. So if the universe wanted to throw an endless war at me? Fine. I’d throw everything I had right back. I wasn’t born a hero. Never wanted to be one. But this war? It wasn’t just my universe’s fight anymore. It was mine. The Eternals made sure of that when they took my parents' souls.

=== WSA 2025 === Lange, lange und sehr lange bevor ich überhaupt geboren wurde, wurde meine Welt überfallen. Eigentlich nicht nur meine Welt, mein gesamtes verdammtes Universum wurde von einem anderen überrannt, angeführt von einer einzigen Rasse, die sich selbst die Ewigen nannten. Und sie waren vorbereitet. Sehr gut vorbereitet. Jedes Leben, das wir im Krieg gegen sie verloren, wurde von ihnen genutzt. Sie töteten die Menschen nicht nur, sie fingen ihre Seelen ein, schmiedeten sie zu Phantomen und nutzten die Seelen, um Bestien in Abscheulichkeiten zu verwandeln. Unsere Toten wurden zu ihrer Armee. Dreihundert Jahre später wurde ich geboren. Ein Typ mit viel zu viel Energie. Stillsitzen? Unmöglich. Es langsam angehen? Nicht möglich. Ich war immer in Bewegung, immer bereit, in Aktion zu treten. Dann erwachte ich und bekam auch ein Talent. Mein Talent hieß Generator. Deswegen ging mir nie die Energie aus. Niemals. Meine Muskeln? Aufgeladen. Meine Heilung? Schneller. Meine Ausdauer? Bitte, ich hatte keine Ahnung, wie sich Müdigkeit überhaupt anfühlte. Wenn das Universum also einen endlosen Krieg auf mich werfen wollte? Fein. Ich würde alles, was ich hatte, zurückwerfen. Ich wurde nicht als Held geboren. Wollte nie einer sein. Aber dieser Krieg? Es war nicht mehr nur der Kampf meines Universums. Es war meiner. Die Ewigen stellten das sicher, als sie die Seelen meiner Eltern nahmen.

=== WSA 2025 === Jauh sebelum aku lahir, duniaku sudah diinvasi. Sebenarnya, bukan hanya duniaku, seluruh alam semestaku dikuasai oleh alam semesta lain, dipimpin oleh satu ras yang menyebut diri mereka Para Abadi. Dan mereka sudah siap. Sangat siap. Setiap nyawa yang kita hilangkan dalam perang melawan mereka dimanfaatkan oleh mereka. Mereka tidak hanya membunuh orang, mereka menangkap jiwa mereka, menempa mereka menjadi Phantom, dan menggunakan jiwa-jiwa itu untuk mengubah binatang menjadi Abomination. Orang-orang kita yang mati menjadi pasukan mereka. Tiga ratus tahun kemudian, aku lahir. Seorang pria dengan energi yang terlalu banyak. Duduk diam? Mustahil. Bergerak lambat? Tidak mungkin. Aku selalu bergerak, selalu siap untuk beraksi. Kemudian aku terbangun, dan mendapatkan Bakat juga. Nama Bakatku adalah Generator. Karenanya, aku tidak pernah kehabisan energi. Selamanya. Ototku? Bertenaga super. Penyembuhanku? Lebih cepat. Staminaku? Tolong, aku bahkan tidak tahu bagaimana rasanya lelah. Jadi jika alam semesta ingin melibatkanku dalam perang tanpa akhir? Baiklah. Aku akan memberikan semua yang kumiliki sebagai balasannya. Aku tidak dilahirkan sebagai pahlawan. Tidak pernah ingin menjadi pahlawan. Tapi perang ini? Bukan hanya pertarungan alam semestaku lagi. Ini pertarunganku sendiri. Para Abadi memastikan hal itu ketika mereka mengambil jiwa orang tuaku.

Chen Fan transmigrerer til en Kampkunstverden genoplivet af Åndelig Qi og får et kampkunst-panel. Ikke alene kan det forbedre kroppen, men det kan også øge færdighedsniveauer, låse op for færdighedsspecifikke træk og kontinuerligt opgradere. Grundlæggende Bueskydning Niveau 1, Træk: Styrkelse af Kroppen Niveau 1, Overmenneskelig Armstyrke Niveau 1, Langsom Skydning Niveau 1 Grundlæggende Bueskydning Niveau 3, Træk: Styrkelse af Kroppen Niveau 3, Overmenneskelig Armstyrke Niveau 3, Langsom Skydning Niveau 3, Bereden Bueskydning Niveau 1 Grundlæggende Bueskydning Niveau 6, Træk: Styrkelse af Kroppen Niveau 6, Overmenneskelig Armstyrke Niveau 6, Langsom Skydning Niveau 6, Bereden Bueskydning Niveau 4, Hurtigskydning Niveau 1 Fra Grundlæggende Næveteknik, Grundlæggende Trinsteknik, til Tai Chi Næve, Xingyi Næve, Otte Trigrammer Hånd og Yi Jin Jing... Skridt for skridt stiger han mod verdens tinde.

Den kolde vind hyler hen over den Nordlige Ødemark, og Louis Calvin strammer sin ulveskindskappe, mens han står alene på toppen af en isklippe. Som søn af en Hertug blev han kastet ud i denne evigt frosne ødemark under dække af 'pionerære'. Da han troede, han var i en blindgyde, blev det Dagligt Intelligenssystem aktiveret: [Syvogtredive isbundne sultne ulve lurer i den sydøstlige dal og planlægger et angreb på territoriet i nat.] [Ved daggry vil et lig af en Ældgammel Gud dukke op fra Issøen, og dets hjerte har bevaret vinterens guddommelighed.] [Guldfinkekirken vil anse dig for at være en blasfemiker, og Den Hellige Flammes Ridderorden er draget ud på en nordlig ekspedition.] [En bølge af udøde vil skylle hen over kontinentet, og menneskehedens antal vil svinde ind til mindre end en million.] ...

I den Universelle Opvågnens tidsalder på Azursfæren sameksisterer et utal af racer og guder. Djævle, mørke guder og monstre stiger ned til de dødeliges rige, kun for at blive mødt af de Vækkede. Howard opdager under sit Opvågningsritual dobbelte talenter — F-rangs Mana Genoprettelse og det ypperste talent: Højeste Syntese. Han holder lav profil og skjuler sig som en 'almindelig magus'. Gennem utallige synteser smeder han ypperste artefakter, ypperste færdigheder og ypperste klasser! Ildkugle-syntese... Ding! Syntese vellykket, opnår D-rangs færdighed — Ildslange! Ildslange-syntese... Ding! Syntese vellykket, opnår B-rangs færdighed — Fire Python! Fire Python-syntese... Ding! Syntese vellykket, opnår S-rangs færdighed — Drageild! Da djævle invaderer, og mørke guder stiger ned, taber de kæben over Azursfæren foran dem. "Nej, det her er en fælde... en fælde forklædt som en simpel cupcake!"

Exhausted with life, Dakota tries to end his -- only to be saved at the last moment by his friend Terrell, who then drags him into a world of magic and intrigue that's always been right there, hidden beneath the surface.<br><br>Powerful magic users are steadily pulling the planet into a violent war, and evil forces will stop at nothing to take the talismans possessed by Dakota and his newfound family. Dakota soon finds himself deeply in over his head ... with love, with family, with fighting for all their lives.

On December 31, 2090 … at 11:59 pm A large meteor comes hurtling into earth. But, contrast to what was expected, it was destroyed even before it lands. At the same time… Over 1 million of humans obtained the 'log-in system', where they can access the game called " World of Luck", and have a chance to travel and explore a fantasy-like world! Soon, 4 years had passed, Adam, the protagonist of the story, was walking along the road and was soon dumbfounded by what appears before him… 'Ding' [ You received an invitation to enter the 'World of Luck' ] [ Do you want to accept it or not? ] [ Yes/No ] ' ehh?! ' ------- Warning! MC is a 15 years old boy, so he's pretty dumb at first and will soon grow as novel progresses. AN: English is not my native language ,also, I initially wrote this book so I can work on my grammar and vocabulary. So, dont expect my grammar to be that flawless, hope you bear with it tho. Thanks! The story can be fast paced or slow paced at times. The protagonist is super duper OP, but will still experience hardships at times, specially when faced with others unique skill. Ps. The book cover does not belong to me, if the creator wants it gone. just message me… Btw, if you were to write a criticism/negative reviews or rate it two stars or three or one, just make sure that it make sense or at least make it constructive. I f***ing hate it when you rate it like that but with just only one sentence or it doesnt make sense at all. Btw, Im open for corrections. You can join our discord at: https://discord.gg/FHtaKWpH24 Support me on my Patreon: patreon.com/khier_author

Lucas Martin had never been so tolerant since his transfer to White Day High after being expelled from Aspho. He would recklessly use his newly-discovered Fire Starter skills to protect himself, but always been stopped by his cousin Moon Martin. But his misconception about him not needing anyone made him drove Moon away as he always did. When he learned about the news of an upcoming Tournament game, he started to partake and hoped that he will be selected to be a part of the school's group. He will soon realize how bad his transfer into White Day High had gotten after the Aspho Principal, Mister Vacio, insisted on his approval to either transfer back to Aspho High or stop participating in the White Day's group. Lurking with this dilemma wan an identity that said to be Lucas' past self that he didn't know if it's true or not. But as he continued fighting over his stay at his school with the rage of everyone and the aim to defeat Aspho High, he started to pick up pieces of information regarding the past self he was told while the tournament slowly come. Those intricate circumstances left Lucas with no other option but to defeat Aspho High with the hatred he has for Mister Vacio who kept getting onto his ways. The Division Skills Tournament was about to confront what its nature has only hinted from hearsays and its danger no one dared to whisper. The life-or-death fight over the victory of his school has a lot to hide than anyone anticipated.

Humanity has been cast into a hostile alien realm—an endless survival trial where death is the only certainty for the unprepared. Every pair awakens inside a fragile wooden cabin, forced to scavenge and claw their way toward survival, endlessly upgrading their shelter against horrors that should not exist. Ethan’s so-called safeguard? The fragile beauty of his school belle—hardly the ally one hopes for when facing the abyss. This world festers with unspeakable things: aberrant creatures, deranged cultists who worship the Old Ones, and whispers of horrors older than memory itself. Nature itself conspires against them—winters that plunge to -50°C, summers that scorch to 70°C, and hailstones that fall like the fists of dead gods. Their only hope lies in transforming their wretched cabin into a bulwark, standing against both the cruelty of nature and the madness beyond the veil. Together, they must gather, build, plant, and tame… yet every tree felled, every pit mined, every step forward may draw the attention of something lurking—watching. In this land, survival is not victory. It is only a delay of the inevitable.