the sea of ashes

This world is sick, and it must be cured with swords and forged with iron and fire. To slay tyranny, to cut down the unrighteous. To overturn heaven and earth, to mold the human world. All shall begin with the sword in hand. ====== When the Innate Wisdom Bearer An Jing received aid from the ancient Sword Spirit, allowing him to traverse various realms, he knew that his future would inevitably lead him down a path full of hardships and difficulties, hard to be understood by others, yet capable of changing this wretched world. And on this path, he would also crush many deserving scum underfoot. “Heh heh, the Myriad Tribes of this world shall greet the birth of this epoch-making giant like me with fervent wishes. World, I'm coming to save you!” Noble Officials/Demon Sect/Heavenly Demon: “Alas, is reconciliation possible?” Elements: Chaotic times of Martial Arts, cyber cultivation, gates between two worlds

Lorenzo Holmes, who arrived in Old Dunling six years ago, now mingles in this city of steel and steam as a private detective. Here he has encountered a strange case. "So, there's something wrong with Wol's body?" "I pierced through his cervical vertebrae... His carotid artery ruptured, massive internal bleeding ensued, and he quickly died, but the bizarre thing happened then." "He should have died... he definitely died, but his heart was still beating, beating wildly. You could say his brain was dead, but the body was still alive, extracting fresh blood from the bullet holes."

That day, the breath of the great whale dispersed the fog, and a new era arrived. Chen Qi accidentally transmigrated into the steampunk-apocalyptic game world of 'New Sun,' starting with the monstrous talent "Deep Sea Affinity," where ancient deep-sea creatures saw him as one of their own. Although he possessed the talents of a monster, as a transmigrator, he still maintained the original intentions of humanity, striving to level up with the firm resolve to become a world-renowned Monster Hunter. Finally, after his relentless efforts, the popular Dove Times sharply commented: "From the ancient deep sea, a scoundrel with evil bloodlines who threatens witches with tentacles, the arrogant lone Emperor of the Fifth, who aims to conquer the Witch Sea!" False news, blatant false news! Even though he grew tentacles, threatened witches, raised sea dragons, collected tolls, and sang the death chorus with sea monsters. He was truly not of any Deep Sea Ancient God's bloodline but a dedicated and responsible Hunter. Chen Qi cut down the fleet before him and earnestly clarified.

In her past life, Shen Xi always longed for love and validation from her parents, members of the wealthy Su family. Unfortunately, the attention that she yearned for was stolen by the family’s fake heiress – her elder sister, Su Ruowan. As a result of Su Ruowan’s evil plans, Shen Xi was crippled, disfigured and eventually died of leukemia. However, in a surprising turn of events, Shen Xi was reborn. Returned to the time when she was a seventeen-year-old teenager, she’ll set things right and get her revenge against the Su family.

In her previous life, her mother suffered heartbreak and betrayal from her father, who misplaced his trust and met a tragic end. After a cruel twist of fate, she was exiled to a remote village for 19 years and ultimately lost her life at the hands of the Hampton family. Now, given a second chance at life, she vows to avenge her mother and herself. Fueled by fierce determination, she embarks on a mission to dismantle the treacherous scumbag and the deceitful white lotus who betrayed her. Along the way, she finds herself in an unexpected, sweet relationship with her seemingly "cheap" husband. The world is shocked and confused by her return. "Isn't she the village girl who was exiled for 19 years and killed by the Hampton family?" they whisper. But powerful allies emerge from her past: Her Uncle, a powerful corporate president, declares, "That's my precious niece." Her Second Uncle, a top celebrity, states, "I'm here for a discussion." Her Little Uncle, a champion in electronic competitions, stands ready to support her. And then there’s her husband. Known to many as a disabled man, he surprises everyone by saying, "That's my wife." When questioned about his disability, a knowing smile spreads across his face. "I'll only be crippled in front of her," he reveals, his mysterious aura hinting at hidden depths and formidable strength. Together, they form an unbreakable alliance, ready to dominate the world and take down anyone who dares to stand in their way.

The vast seas are filled with abundant resources but are also home to numerous sea demons, making it a place difficult for human cultivators to tread. One day, Lu Li crosses into the vast and boundless sea realm of immortal cultivation, carrying with him a magical beast-refining pot that can transform into various sea monsters, allowing him to roam the seabed. While cultivators on the islands struggle for a single spiritual herb, Lu Li has already built an underwater spiritual farm base. Watch him strategize step by step, leaving a footprint with every move, as he grows into a top-tier power in the world of immortal cultivation. Looking back after countless years, the days spent fighting sea demons, refining evil spirits, and treasure hunting in the deep sea remain vivid in his memory...

[Dúo fuerte + Aplastar al canalla + Mimos dulces + Drama de persecución de esposa + Protagonista femenina con identidades ocultas] Después del divorcio, ella se transformó brillantemente, con identidades ocultas por todas partes, convirtiéndose en presidenta de la noche a la mañana, blandiendo un bisturí y asombrando al mundo con sus habilidades quirúrgicas. Para su sorpresa, su ex-marido estaba bastante entusiasmado en perseguirla. Cuando fue cuestionado por una loto blanca, el hombre se burló: "¡Ella no tratará tu tipo de neurosis!" Rodeado por medios de comunicación chismosos, el hombre amenazó con dominio: "Si no quieres ser incluida en la lista negra, mantente alejada". "El que debería irse eres tú", dijo ella, llena de desdén. La consecuencia de rechazar sus avances fue quedar atrapada en un rincón, incapaz de moverse. Él presionó contra su nariz, casi besándola: "Cariño, ¡volvamos a casarnos! ¡No me importa ser un padrastro!" Noelle: ... Ahora la pregunta es, ¿debería seguir permitiéndole ser un padrastro, o decirle que el bebé en su vientre es en realidad suyo?

She died saving a world. She woke up in a body that couldn't save itself. Sixty years of war. A rebellion built from nothing. A detonation that freed thousands and erased her from existence. Commander SN1068 didn't expect to wake up. Reborn on Doha — a world where cultivation determines your worth and power decides who lives — Jayde carries a lifetime of military experience in a body the world labels Voidforge. The lowest of the low. No cultivation. No value. Her family discards her at six years old. Her mother dies, calling her a monster. By nightfall, she's in the slave pits. She survives ten years of darkness with nothing but a dead soldier's instincts and the stubborn refusal to stop breathing. Then her blood touches something ancient, a library explodes, and the world notices her for all the wrong reasons. Jayde runs. Into a forest that should kill her. Into alliances that shouldn't be possible. Into a power she doesn't trust — because the last time she had power, she used it to destroy herself. Now she's building again. Quietly. Ruthlessly. Accumulating debts, allies, and enemies in a world where prophecies have a habit of choosing the people least equipped to survive them. She doesn't want to be chosen. She wants to build water purifiers and be left alone. Doha has other plans. Across realms, a demon king feels a bond he thought was severed ten thousand years ago. Ren has searched for his truemate across millennia — through wars, betrayals, and a grief that nearly unmade him. His jade pendant is warming. She's out there. Alive. And he will burn through anything that stands between them. He just doesn't know she's a sixteen-year-old girl in a disguise, building irrigation systems and pretending to be nobody. --- Weave of Ashes is a multi-POV cultivation fantasy about a reincarnated soldier rebuilding from nothing in a world that runs on power she was born without. It's about found families forged in blood rather than sentiment, a slow-burn romance that spans realms, conspiracies that reach back millennia, and the stubborn conviction that the world doesn't have to be this cruel. --- Dark worlds. Fierce love. No shortcuts. --- Content Warning: This story contains depictions of child abuse, slavery, trauma, violence, death, and dark themes, including horror elements. Reader discretion advised. 300+ chapters published. Ongoing. Updated daily. ONLY available on Webnovel

This is a story of a guy who loses everything, and then gets it back. Same old new world story, just a different kind of story teller. *** They took away our hunter tags. They had us grow our hair. They gave us a new brand, when we were over there. They staged us out of Dragur, East of the Olim Horn. I guess they call us Slaves, but no one calls us much anymore. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. Karn brought Sorrow. Pookie brought Fear. Milk brought the fly boys. They did work in Undia. I worked mostly clandestine. Some Legends I should not say. We played with better wands. I could use the extra pay. Did Mara give the order? Did venom pay the way? They said we were slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. This was before HALO, and Codex was king. Hej atop the rider, he never felt a thing. When our rider caught a spell, and both the mages killed. It pitched us over sideways on some cold Sylph hill. My back felt like it was broken, my legs I could not feel. I kept on slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I never did heal up right from injuries sustained Officially in Torin, unofficially we train. I remember all their faces. They dream about me still. I guess I'm slaying demons, but it's kind of hard to tell. There no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I speak the cold logistic, that old boys speak so well. Veni, Vedi, Vici. I'll see you in Hel. Maybe it's bravado, or an unspeakable guilt. That village, they were demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't wanna to do it anymore. I've done plenty. What is one more? -Corb Lund *** Come guess me this riddle. What beats shire leaves and fiddle? What is hotter than pleasures touch, and whiter than cream? What best wets his whistle? What is clearer than crystal? What is sweeter than honey and stronger than steam? What will make the lame walk? What will make the dumb talk? What is the elixir of life and philosopher's stone? And what helped Pookie-Baba dig up a tunnel, that runs from Shalamanda to West-Torin? When you are digging a crater, It is the best thing in nature, for sinking your sorrows and raising your joys. Sometimes I wonder, if lightning and thunder, is made out of the plunder, of the reddest hiski and oils. *** If you can keep your head when all about you, are losing theirs and blaming it on you. If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too. If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise. If you can dream, and not make dreams your master. If you can think, and not make thoughts your aim. If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster, and treat those two impostors just the same. If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken, twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build them up with worn-out tools. If you can make one heap of all your winnings, and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss and lose, and start again at your beginnings, and never breathe a word about your loss. If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew, to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you; Except the Will which says to them ‘Hold on!’ If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, nor walk with Kings, nor lose the common touch. If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you. If all men count with you, but none too much. If you can fill the unforgiving minute, with sixty seconds worth of distance, run. Yours is the World and everything that’s in it, and which is more you’ll be a Man, my son. - Rudyard Kipling

"You will suffice." That's what something whispered in Raizen's mind before a Nyx dissolved into shining ashes at his feet — right after it slaughtered everyone he ever had. He doesn't know what he's "sufficient" for, what spoke to him, or why it led him to an unconscious girl with no memory. He only knows his world is gone, and the only place that'll take him now is the Underworks — a rusty undercity beneath Neoshima's walls, where survival is never guaranteed. His only way out: the Lotus Academy, where he can learn about Nyxes, the ruined world's dark history, and how to wield Eon. Train hard enough, and he might become a Vanguard — the elite that hunts down humanity's worst nightmares. ...But the voice hasn't spoken since. And the higher Raizen climbs, the clearer a dark truth becomes: the thing that saved him, and the darkness that has haunted humanity for centuries... Might just be the same thing.