the kesh temple hymn

Update Daily! 9 AM PST ---------------------- John Foster, a top expert in a certain gaming studio, who once offended a trust-fund baby. As a result, he was framed and bound with the worst talent-"Sacrifice", in the new game "GODSLAYER" upon the game's launch day. John was the only one among the sacrificed who insisted on not deleting his character. Supposed to be sacrificed to The Devil, John persisted in his quest. After being killed multiple times, he still charged towards The Devil with his flesh and blood! [Ding: You have been killed, losing 10 points of Weapon and Equip durability.] [Ding: You have been killed, losing 10 points of Weapon and Equip durability.] ... After multiple failures, John was surprised to find that his skills and Exp were improving rapidly as he fought The Devil! A few months later, when players worldwide were busy leveling up, a system notification struck like thunder: [Ding: 'Anonymous Player' successfully killed the World BOSS - Devil 'Azazel', earning the First Kill reward!] ---------------------- WSA 2023 Entry! Please show your support if you enjoy the story! How can you show your support? Gift Power Stone! 150=1 bonus chapter 200=2 bonus chapters 500=3 bonus chapters Bonus release will drop the following week!

``` Mise à jour quotidienne ! 9 h PST ---------------------- John Foster, un expert de haut niveau dans un certain studio de jeux vidéo, qui a un jour offensé un enfant de riche. En conséquence, il a été piégé et attribué le pire talent - "Sacrifice", dans le nouveau jeu "GODSLAYER" dès le jour de son lancement. John était le seul parmi les sacrifiés qui insistait pour ne pas supprimer son personnage. Supposé être sacrifié au Diable, John persistait dans sa quête. Après avoir été tué plusieurs fois, il continuait à se ruer sur le Diable avec sa chair et son sang ! [Ding : Vous avez été tué, perdant 10 points de durabilité d'Arme et d'Équipement.] [Ding : Vous avez été tué, perdant 10 points de durabilité d'Arme et d'Équipement.] ... Après de multiples échecs, John fut surpris de constater que ses compétences et son XP s'amélioraient rapidement alors qu'il combattait le Diable ! Quelques mois plus tard, alors que les joueurs du monde entier étaient occupés à monter de niveau, une notification du système a retenti comme le tonnerre : [Ding : 'Joueur Anonyme' a réussi à tuer le BOSS Mondial - Diable 'Azazel', obtenant la récompense du Premier Tueur !] ---------------------- Participation WSA 2023 ! Merci de votre soutien si vous appréciez l'histoire ! Comment pouvez-vous montrer votre soutien ? Offrez des Pierres de Pouvoir ! 150=1 chapitre bonus 200=2 chapitres bonus 500=3 chapitres bonus La publication bonus aura lieu la semaine suivante ! ```

In the small city of Haverfall, lived Caspian, a renowned detective. He was just an ordinary person until one day, a mysterious incident happened. "Can you please move out of the way?" said Caspian as the crowd moved to let him pass through. He parked his car and entered the house of the incident. As he entered the room of the crime scene, he could only gasp at the sight, "What the f—" It was a bloody mess. Guts were all over the place, even the ceiling. As he looked at the body, he saw that the torso of the victim was utterly obliterated. There were no clues... not a single one. But Caspian is a stubborn man, so he tries to find everything and comes across a mysterious group. He warned them not to move, or he'll shoot, but without a care, they didn't listen. Caspian shot, but to his surprise, one of them even laughed. He didn't know what had happened, but he was knocked out. Just after that day, his mother, an agent from an unknown organization, told him to stop investigating and that they'll handle it. He was angry, but he knew he couldn't do anything about it, but he planned on investigating regardless of the consequences. A few more murders happened, and Caspian eventually got caught investigating something without proper permission and was suspended. That's where it all happened, an encounter with the unknown, something that didn't die no matter how much he tried to kill it—the encounter with the supernatural. Mysteries begin to unsolve as the dark secrets of the world hold true. The fate of the world bides within him... the oath sworn by the apocalypse. This is the path of the Condemned. (It's pretty light-hearted, so you don't have to worry. No NTR, No cuckoldry, No UB, No bad tags. Just good old harem with a plot instead of pure harem. Small warning though, the MC won't be immediately strong since that would make no sense storywise. He will still need to train to be able to reach the strength everyone else has. [I could just make him gain a power-up but that would be too easy, LMAO]. Also, English is my third language, so I'm sorry if I have a lot of typos/grammatical errors.) Uploaded Rate: 3-4 Chapters per week Upload Schedule: M-T-T-F Words per Chapter: 1500 Minimum Disclaimer: The cover is not mine, so if you own it, please inform me, and I'll gladly take it down.

Hello! I’m currently in the process of rewriting (The hymn of Vivshi) I’m sorta half way done. So if you want the canon chapters just read up to chapter 70 of currently! more chapters will be updated as time goes on. Freedom exists in many forms. Each person has their own perspective on Freedom. One might say Freedom is the ability to go and do whatever you want but what comes after you do whatever you what? The interpretation of Freedom is endless and due to all of these ideas of what Freedom could be, Gods called Aeons are born. In this story you will witness fairytales about conservation, passion, rejuvnation, fear, joy, nihility, serenity, dexterity, desire, remembrance, breakage and guilt.

A forgotten temple hidden beneath the heart of modern India was never meant to be opened. For years, Aarav Varman lived as a failure — buried in debt, haunted by his father’s mysterious death, and struggling to survive as a disgraced archaeologist. But everything changes the night he discovers an ancient underground shrine sealed for centuries beneath a collapsing temple site. The moment his blood touches the forbidden door, the temple awakens. Symbols begin appearing on his skin. Shadows move where none should exist. Powerful secret organizations start hunting him. And deep beneath the city, something ancient stirs once more. As Aarav uncovers terrifying truths linked to forgotten mantras, hidden relics, and a lost order sworn to guard the Ninth Temple, he realizes the legends were real. The temple was not built to protect humanity. It was built to imprison something. And now… the seal is breaking.

I am posting this novel on RoyalRoad.com as well. Alternative title: 'I Sell Ghosts for a Living in Thailand'. Science can’t explain everything. I didn’t believe in ghosts—until I started selling them for a living. From the shadowed counters of Thailand’s black-market amulet trade, a veteran dealer breaks his silence. This is the uncensored truth behind Thai amulets and Kuman Thong—the forbidden rituals of powerful Arjans, the deadly art of Gong Tau curses, ancient witch gu, and the restless spirits bound into sacred powder and oil. What the temples won’t tell you. What most dealer.

Bored in class, Ivaim suddenly transmigrates into a world plagued with Fractured Realities. A century ago, Reality Masters suddenly arrived— bringing a wave of terror over the planet. Just as the people despaired, they began to discover "Threshold Items" which allowed them to enter the domains of these Reality Masters. They had two options starting from there : One, to become a Reality Walker— a person marked and blessed by a Reality Master, fighting by their side in order to defend against other Reality Masters. Or to become a Reality Ruiner— A person who kills Reality Masters, directly consuming and taking over the powers that they posses! However, to Ivaim, he seemed to have taken on a different path. As he looked towards his own body, he sighed as he realized that he was neither a Reality Walker, nor a Reality Ruiner. —He had somehow become a Reality Master. ... [Volume 1 : The First Fall] (Completed) [Volume 2 : The Temptation] (Ongoing) 10 Golden tickets = Extra Chapter

A remote island on Taihu Lake, with only a few dilapidated rooms in a Daoist temple. A great practitioner travels through time and space, only to find that they lack even the qualification to offer incense.

To save her empire, they gave the Saintess Ilia to the Abyss. They thought they were sacrificing her to a place. They were wrong. The Abyss was not a place. It was him. Zephar. A fallen god of ruin and sorrow, imprisoned in a cathedral of shadows. His beauty was a sin, his voice was velvet and venom, and his eyes held the light of dying stars. He was everything she was taught to fear, and everything her soul secretly craved. He offered her a deal, not with a handshake, but with a brand upon her soul. He would spare her world, and in return, he would own her. Her every prayer, once for heaven, now belonged to him alone. He was her cruelest tormentor, delighting in shattering her fragile faith. Yet, he was also her most obsessive protector. When the world that sacrificed her dared to hurt her, he would wrap her in shadows and command with the thunder of a jealous king: “Tell me who made you cry, so I can unmake them.” In the arms of the one being she was meant to fear, Ilia found the only truth in a world of holy lies. She was meant to be his prisoner, but she became his obsession. And he, the monster from her nightmares, became her only sanctuary. Now, her faith is dead. Her devotion is his. And to save her fallen god, she will not just defy heaven. She will become the heresy that brings it to its knees. “Fall for me, Ilia,” he commanded, his voice a promise of beautiful ruin. “And I will be the only god you ever need.”

In my city, the rich don’t go to court. They go to temples. I was a nobody—drowning in debt, watching my mother’s hospital bills pile up like a death sentence—when a man from the Rathore family offered me a “miracle.” One night. One ritual. One marriage. Marry their cold, untouchable heiress in an ancient temple, accept a silent contract, and my family would be saved. I should’ve run. But the moment the priest smeared vermilion on my forehead, the oil lamps went out… and something ancient woke up. [TEMPLE CONTRACT SYSTEM ACTIVATED.] [GROOM OF THE CURSED HEIRESS — CONTRACT SEALED.] [COUNTDOWN: 30 DAYS.] That marriage wasn’t a celebration. It was a funeral waiting to happen. Her uncles wanted her dead so they could split the empire. Her “holy” priest wanted her blood to feed the temple. And the family elders smiled as they pushed me forward like a disposable husband. They thought I was a poor boy they could buy, use, and bury. They were wrong. Because the system doesn’t grant blessings—it grants contracts. Every contract demands a price… and pays back in power: leverage, money, influence, fear. If they want a scapegoat groom, I’ll play the role. I’ll take their dowry. I’ll take their secrets. I’ll take their throne. And when the last bell rings in that temple, the Rathores won’t be deciding my fate anymore—