the burial lena pov

"What you do in life, Echoes in Eternity." The System, who goes by the code name, Thirteen, defied the System God in order to give his previous Hosts’ the chance to change their Fates. Unfortunately, he was killed by his Father, the System God, and was sent to the world of Pangea to struggle like the Cannon Fodders that he fought so hard to protect. Armed with his knowledge as a System, Thirteen vowed to change not only his Fate, but the Fate of others whose destinies were tied up with him. In a world torn by power and corruption, a fallen System will bring out a symphony of change, or lead it to its destruction. ---------------- Join me in Discord: https://discord.gg/UesrNGmKWz

“Otherworlders… we beg you to save our world from ruin.” Rey and his classmates get summoned to another world, and they’re given Skills and Classes based on their limited Karma. Everyone gets multiple Skills and a decent Class in order to survive the new world. However, Rey decides to invest all his Karma on a single Skill, leaving him with the weakest Class. Unknown to everyone, though, he has the potential to be the strongest. ________ Original Character Arts of the characters are in my Discord Server, so please join to have access to them Link: https://discord.gg/5HRA6ZUa7y Join our Subreddit too: https://www.reddit.com/r/Magecrafspellcraft/s/jd6bWa6zsN I hope you all enjoy the story. Thank you!

"When you think everything is going well, the world will flip you the middle finger." __ A successful author. After living an ideal life ... a loving family, amazing friends, a stable job, and a bestselling novel that made his name known across the world .. he suddenly finds himself reincarnated inside his own story, written by his very hands. And worst of all... inside the body of the weakest villain ... Frey. A third-rate villain doomed to die in the earliest chapters. A worthless scumbag with trash talent ... hated by every other character in the story, with no redemption in sight. But he refuses that fate. He rejects the entire world. This author doesn't need the cliché of a second chance — he already lived the life he always wanted. "Spare me the second chance nonsense. One chance was enough. I’m the one who created this world… and I’ll be the one to destroy it if I have to. I will return — to my world… my family… my life. No matter the cost." Driven by a burning desire to return home, Frey begins his journey through a merciless world, one where his fate has already been written by godlike beings. And as if the world hadn’t played enough cruel tricks on him, it granted him a strange system .. one that toyed with him endlessly. Complete knowledge of every event in the novel, and the ability to create any talent or power he wished. They seemed like overwhelming gifts... but were they truly? how far can he go… and what will become of the world he once created? ... ... discord: https://discord.gg/uNrXRgS3Xb

"Lo que haces en la vida, resuena en la eternidad". El Sistema, que usa el nombre en código, Trece, desafió al Dios del Sistema para darle a sus anteriores Anfitriones la oportunidad de cambiar sus Destinos. Desafortunadamente, fue asesinado por su Padre, el Dios del Sistema, y fue enviado al mundo de Pangea para luchar como la Carne de Cañón que tanto se esforzó por proteger. Armado con su conocimiento como Sistema, Trece juró cambiar no solo su Destino, sino el Destino de otros cuyas vidas estaban ligadas a él. En un mundo desgarrado por el poder y la corrupción, un Sistema caído desatará una sinfonía de cambios, o lo conducirá a su destrucción.

The person whom the world revolves around. The person who defeats all of his opponents, and ultimately gets the beautiful girl. The sole existence all villains fear. That is the protagonist. What about me? As a failed author who had only one success throughout his whole career, I had reincarnated into my late novel. "This is it" I thought, as I tightly clenched my fist. Did I just get reincarnated in my own novel? Is this where I reincarnate in a novel and become the protagonist? No. Sadly it's not that kind of novel, as I reincarnated as a mob. The world doesn't revolve around me. The girls don't come flocking towards me. The cheat items don't come to me. "Phew" I let out a sigh of relief. "Thank god I'm not the protagonist" I joyfully shouted as tears streamed down my cheeks. Wait, are you curious as to why I don't want to be the protagonist? I did forget to mention the most important thing when I was describing a protagonist. That is... They are calamity magnets. I just died. If I learned something from that, it's that it really isn't a pleasant experience. If possible let me live a long stable life. Thank you, whoever reincarnated me. I would later come to regret these words... ======== Reader Disclaimer : Please read the *Read before reading novel* in synopsis. ======== Credit to _oinkchan for helping me find the previous novel cover Credit to Rengoku for his amazing edit of the new cover. ======== Discord : https://discord.gg/FK7ZQU3b9p Patreon : https://www.patreon.com/TheAuthorPOV

O POV do Autor A pessoa em torno da qual o mundo gira. A pessoa que derrota todos os seus oponentes e, por fim, conquista a bela garota. A única existência que todos os vilões temem. Esse é o protagonista. E quanto a mim? Como um autor fracassado que teve apenas um sucesso em toda sua carreira, eu reencarnei em meu último romance. "É isso" Pensei, enquanto apertava firmemente meu punho. Eu acabei de reencarnar no meu próprio romance? É aqui que eu reencarno em um romance e me torno o protagonista? Não. Infelizmente não é esse tipo de romance, já que reencarnei como um personagem secundário. O mundo não gira em torno de mim. As garotas não vêm em bando na minha direção. Os itens trapaceiros não vêm até mim. "Ufa" Deixei escapar um suspiro de alívio. "Graças a Deus não sou o protagonista" Gritei alegremente enquanto lágrimas escorriam pelo meu rosto. Espera, você está curioso para saber por que não quero ser o protagonista? Esqueci de mencionar a coisa mais importante quando estava descrevendo um protagonista. Isso é... Eles são ímãs de calamidades. Eu acabei de morrer. Se aprendi algo com isso, é que realmente não é uma experiência agradável. Se possível, me deixe viver uma vida longa e estável. Obrigado, quem quer que tenha me feito reencarnar. Eu mais tarde me arrependeria dessas palavras...

La persona attorno a cui ruota il mondo. La persona che sconfigge tutti i suoi avversari, e alla fine conquista la bella ragazza. L'unica esistenza che tutti i cattivi temono. Questo è il protagonista. E io? Come autore fallito che ha avuto un solo successo in tutta la sua carriera, mi sono reincarnato nel mio ultimo romanzo. "Questo è il momento" Pensai, mentre stringevo forte il pugno. Mi sono appena reincarnato nel mio stesso romanzo? È qui che mi reincarno in un romanzo e divento il protagonista? No. Purtroppo non è quel tipo di romanzo, dato che mi sono reincarnato come un personaggio secondario. Il mondo non ruota attorno a me. Le ragazze non accorrono verso di me. Gli oggetti speciali non vengono da me. "Phew" Lascio uscire un sospiro di sollievo. "Grazie a Dio non sono il protagonista" Gridai con gioia mentre le lacrime mi scendevano sulle guance. Aspetta, sei curioso di sapere perché non voglio essere il protagonista? Ho dimenticato di menzionare la cosa più importante quando stavo descrivendo un protagonista. Cioè... Sono calamite per le calamità. Sono appena morto. Se ho imparato qualcosa da questo, è che non è affatto un'esperienza piacevole. Se possibile, fatemi vivere una vita lunga e stabile. Grazie, chiunque tu sia che mi hai reincarnato. Avrei più tardi rimpianto queste parole... ======== Avviso per il lettore: Si prega di leggere il *Leggere prima di iniziare il romanzo* nella sinossi. ======== Crediti a _oinkchan per avermi aiutato a trovare la precedente copertina del romanzo Crediti a Rengoku per la sua straordinaria modifica della nuova copertina. ======== Discord: https://discord.gg/FK7ZQU3b9p Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/TheAuthorPOV

Full Title, AZI: The History Shattering Burial of a Selfish Lunatic, Who Walked through Reincarnation for Two-Trillion Years Volumes 1-3 Synopsis: “Who?” Holding a lone gourd in hand the young man raises it to the Heavens with a single question. “Who wishes to accompany me? To stay by my side for an eternity, and to walk through the mountains, and seas?” May container spoilers below Volume 4 Synopsis: Weapon spirits, such is the nature of every single Sinner within the Leng Bing Realm. In other words, all of them are but tools, and a tool… “A tool has no right to choose their owner, and what a tool does is decided by their owner.” “…Cruel, how very cruel the laws of this world are. Even upon death, a soul may not rest.” Volume 5 Synopsis: “Surnamed Ye, if you had a choice between being a hero or a demon lord, which would you choose? Naturally, you can also choose to be a villager A or B if you wanted to.” “What kind of question is that? Hmm.” Contemplating for a bit, Ye Chen answers— “I guess, the hero? Since he always wins in the end?” “Hero, is it?” “And you, surnamed Long?” “I think, the role of the hero—is a role that should only be played by a masochist.” “The hell? Is this entire question supposed to be a way to diss me?” “The fate of a hero is to suffer. They’re constantly being pushed left and right. …While everyone else drowns in a sea of despair, a hero must stand their ground, and step forward—to guide the deadbeats along. They must become the shining beacon of hope that others may follow—towards a future, where they may survive. Tell me then, if a hero isn’t a masochist, then what are they?” The world is a game board, those who control the game board, and the game itself… What are they? Volume 6 Synopsis: “A lunatic near death has three options. One, they can choose to pass away peacefully. Two, they can choose to spend the rest of their remaining life to find a solution that will let them live. Three, they can drag an entire world down as a part of their burial.” ……… “The longer you live for, and the more you experience, the less you care about the things around you. Maybe, I’m just someone who has reached that point?” ……… “You’re right in saying that even if this world goes up into flames, I’d still be drinking away at my leisure. Why bother to care for a world that is completely foreign to me? The people who I had cared for, they aren’t here; hence, I see very little purpose in getting myself invested into this environment.” ……… The 46th prince of the Hong Xiao Empire was born between the emperor and the 114th concubine. He was born on a moonlit night, and yet, since his eyes were blind, his majesty—the emperor decided to name him Bujian Yue. “Did you know—that the more fearful a prey is, the tastier it is? At least to me, since I enjoy chewing on my food to savor the flavor.” “…?” Enlarging its stature, the black serpent abruptly snaps its head forward, and swallows the palace maid whole. Leaving a bite mark on the ground, the black serpent begins to chew, as the sound of meat and bones being pulverized comes from its maw. And eventually, the black serpent swallows.

"Now you see?" she shouted in a tone that was somewhere between annoyance and disappointment. "You can’t outsmart Scrients! They’re the most intelligent beings across the two realms!" "You’re right," I muttered, averting my gaze with a solemn sigh. "I made a mistake. I was arrogant to think a mere human like me could fool them." —BOOM!! "...Wh-What was that?" "Hmm? I’m not sure. Maybe you should go and ask the most intelligent beings across the two realms. Oh wait! You can’t. I killed them all." --- My name is Samael Kaizer Theosbane. On the last day of high school, I got into a fight with a kid I used to bully. It was a stupid and pointless scuffle. And in the middle of it, I tripped and smacked my head on a rock. That’s when the memories came flooding in… Memories of a different life. Memories of another world. Suddenly, everything made a twisted kind of sense. I realized two things. First: I was inside a game I used to play in my past life. Second: I was a villain. A villain! Not the cool, mysterious, tragic kind either! No, I was the worst kind of cliché — a spoiled, insufferable, and arrogant young master. The sort you'd find in those poorly written fantasy stories. You know the type! The one everyone hates. The one the hero would beat into the ground to show everyone just how strong and righteous he is. Yeah. I was that guy! My fate was to be a stepping stone for the main characters, be manipulated by a Demon Prince, and die a dog's death. And the hero? The hero was the same kid I’d been bullying all this time. The one I just got into a fight with. He was supposed to be the savior of this damned world. A world teetering on the edge of destruction, beset by wars, calamities, and a grim future that only I knew. And waiting at the end of it all was the final antagonist. The unbeatable nightmare. …The Spirit King. But could I even make it to the end? Could I really survive in a game where defeat was the only certainty? A game that had now become my reality? “Ah, fuck it.” I had no idea if I could. But I sure as hell was going to try. Extorting extras, manipulating main characters, altering the story to my advantage, stealing the hero’s cheat items, killing villains long before they could become threats — nothing was beneath me. Would the main characters be affected by my actions? Excellent! Would the story change? Even better! All I cared about was me. My survival. My life. My choices. “I’ll live this life with no regrets.” ...But as I soon discovered, fate wasn't so easily changed. And the price of rewriting your destiny was steep. ========== Discord Server: https://discord.gg/VjFQtDUaTR

"Vê agora?" ela gritou em um tom que estava entre irritação e decepção. "Você não pode ser mais esperto que os Scrients! Eles são os seres mais inteligentes nos dois reinos!" "Você está certa," murmurei, desviando o olhar com um suspiro solene. "Cometi um erro. Fui arrogante ao pensar que um mero humano como eu poderia enganá-los." —BOOM!! "...O-O que foi isso?" "Hmm? Não tenho certeza. Talvez você deva ir perguntar aos seres mais inteligentes dos dois reinos. Ah, espere! Você não pode. Eu matei todos eles." --- Meu nome é Samael Kaizer Theosbane. No último dia do ensino médio, entrei em uma briga com um garoto que eu costumava intimidar. Foi uma briga estúpida e sem sentido. E no meio dela, tropecei e bati a cabeça em uma pedra. Foi quando as memórias começaram a inundar minha mente... Memórias de uma vida diferente. Memórias de outro mundo. De repente, tudo fez um sentido distorcido. Percebi duas coisas. Primeiro: eu estava dentro de um jogo que costumava jogar em minha vida passada. Segundo: eu era um vilão. Um vilão! Nem mesmo do tipo legal, misterioso e trágico! Não, eu era o pior tipo de clichê — um jovem mestre mimado, insuportável e arrogante. O tipo que você encontraria naquelas histórias de fantasia mal escritas. Você conhece o tipo! Aquele que todos odeiam. Aquele que o herói espancaria para mostrar a todos o quão forte e justo ele é. Sim. Eu era esse cara! Meu destino era ser um trampolim para os personagens principais, ser manipulado por um Príncipe Demônio e morrer como um cão. E o herói? O herói era o mesmo garoto que eu estive intimidando todo esse tempo. Aquele com quem acabei de brigar. Ele deveria ser o salvador deste mundo amaldiçoado. Um mundo à beira da destruição, assolado por guerras, calamidades e um futuro sombrio que só eu conhecia. E esperando no final de tudo estava o antagonista final. O pesadelo invencível. ...O Rei Espírito. Mas eu conseguiria chegar até o final? Eu realmente poderia sobreviver em um jogo onde a derrota era a única certeza? Um jogo que agora havia se tornado minha realidade? "Ah, que se dane." Eu não tinha ideia se conseguiria. Mas com certeza ia tentar. Extorquir personagens secundários, manipular personagens principais, alterar a história a meu favor, roubar os itens de trapaça do herói, matar vilões muito antes que eles pudessem se tornar ameaças — nada estava abaixo de mim. Os personagens principais seriam afetados por minhas ações? Excelente! A história mudaria? Melhor ainda! Tudo o que me importava era eu. Minha sobrevivência. Minha vida. Minhas escolhas. "Viverei esta vida sem arrependimentos." ...Mas como logo descobri, o destino não era tão facilmente mudado. E o preço de reescrever seu destino era alto.