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He held her hand placing it on his chest looking at his hand on top of hers. "I give you my heart Zillah, lead me" . " Stop" she finally bursted into tears. Still being able to hold her breath from making sounds. She was drooling all over and he drew her even closer to her and hugged her like never before. She cuddled underneath his arms crying seriously but he stroked her gently until she was able to calm down. How did he manage to bear all this type of pain. How much was he going through that leaves him to no other decision than to want to change from who he was. He called her name softly "Zillah…" "I love when you call my name" she spoke like a baby with a cracked voice because she cried a lot and her hands folded and he pulled her away and looked at her with a smirk. "But you… " he was ready to call her out for what she said earlier but she placed her finger on his lips knowing what he was about to say next. His smile widened when he observed something. He moved his fingers to her neck and felt where he pierced her neck and felt the injury and blood. He held her neck tenderly healing her slowly. "This part could be more painful" he warned while healing her. She winced lightly and he stroked her face. "You've got to dominate, and I don't care if you're the seventh mundane or not". She spoke with intense gaze rooted on him "Am I?...." "You are the Crown's Mundane". Alvah, the soul of Celestial, son of First Chamber Empyreal of Fire Deivigan Vimal because the first ever infernal who lived anonymously and as the Seventh Mundane. Zillah will be the mediator between Alvah and Tartarus. Costing her life will have to be the priority if Elysian has to be saved but what if Alvah takes the risk instead?. This is a realm of the conflict between Elysian and Tartarus.

Train fifteen hours a day? Check. Go on dangerous missions to polish your skills? Check. Work hard until you got to the top and earned all the benefits? Check. Then speak brazenly because you were at the highest rank in magic? Check. Zenith Ichiban had a plan to be on top, and eventually, he reached the top and no villain was thrilling enough to fight. He enrolled as a teacher in a magic school at twenty, believing that teenagers, in the spring of their youth, would entertain him. Yet, these teenagers weren't thrilling enough and couldn't bear his honest opinion about how lame their magic was. Zenith Ichiban thought he would spend the rest of his life looking for some spark... Until those FIVE students reared their heads, and the villains caught wind of the return of the Prodigy Mage. Chaos ensued, and Zenith struggled to keep his quiet life while keeping his students from danger. Disclaimer: The MC started out quite selfish, but he experienced genuine relationships that shaped him for the better. This story didn't only revolve around him, but it centered on him as the protagonist. I hope you enjoy it.

The title pretty much says it all. This is the journal of Jane Brown. Each journal entry may be very short or very long. Entries may be close together or far apart. It depends on when and if Jane decides to or remembers to update her journal. If ever. Just like most of the non-diary or journal writer keepers out there - or uninspired authors. Yep. Warning: VERY SLOOOW updates. This is a story written on a whim. Let's see how long the inspiration will last for. This style of writing is somewhat experimental. Disclaimer: This is a work of FICTION and is not based on any one person. Any portrayal of real people or real events (excluding some major world events) is entirely accidental and coincidental. It is in not in any way, shape of form meant to be a commentary on anyone or anything, even less on current issues in society. This is literally meant to be boring (hence the ordinary title) without being too boring. It is just about (and meant to be about) the average slow paced life and interests of an average person. The aim is to keep this for general audiences and not go down the romance route, so that my little nieces and nephews can read this as an example of how to write rubbish - uh, I mean fiction. Unfortunately, my imagination and brain keep running away with the plot and taking it down the adult fiction route... So, sorry, my little nieces and nephews. You won't be reading this version of the story. No way. Your parents might decide to silence me and then you would no longer have a fun aunty to teach you useless knowledge. Unfinished - likely dropped - don't know if I will return to this story. It has too many issues.

Qin Yi used to think that cultivation was all about a peaceful mind and the indifference towards fame and wealth. He is ready to abandon all mortal desires and enjoy eternal solitude when he later realizes that he is a human after all, and on the lonely cultivation path, he could really use the warmth of another pair of arms… Of his companions, the prince wants to rebuild his kingdom; the princess is looking forward to her heroic life; the priestess needs to experience the secular world; the “dumb snake” could use a confidence boost; and his “clubbie” wants a human form. But would everyone get what they wanted?

In the ruthless, magic-dominated world of Aethelgard, an ordinary young woman named Elara is overlooked by society due to her meager magical talent. However, she refuses to succumb to fate, instead relying on her exceptionally cautious mind and strategic application of alchemy and arcane power to embark on a path of ascent, fraught with hardship and marvel. The core of the story lies in how Elara survives and thrives in a cruel world where might makes right, magical resources are scarce, and major magical organizations are locked in ceaseless conflict. A fortuitous discovery provides her with unexpected aid, enabling her to gain an advantage in the fierce competition for resources. She will face severe challenges from the external world: scarce cultivation resources, warring mages' guilds, deadly trials in ancient magical ruins, and threats from other dimensions. Simultaneously, she must constantly struggle and grow, torn between her relentless pursuit of ultimate mystical knowledge and supreme power, and her deep-seated human emotions. This is an ode to the underestimated, profoundly exploring the theme of free will versus destiny, demonstrating that even those born with limited arcane talent can achieve greatness through intelligence, perseverance, and calculated risk-taking. The novel discards the "chosen one" stereotype, employing a grimdark-lite, realistic tone. It blends classic Western high fantasy elements with a logically consistent, almost economics-based magic system, depicting an epic journey of how a down-to-earth protagonist, in a challenging fantasy environment, outwits powerful foes, accumulates resources, and unravels conspiracies to gradually grow from a rural novice into a formidable arcane master. Her story is filled with foreshadowing and reversals, and may eventually touch upon the essence of magical power and the secrets of immortality. Yet, the path of pursuit is endless, foreshadowing unknown challenges in a vaster universe and inevitable sacrifices. This work aims to attract mature readers tired of predictable narratives, who instead seek to explore logically consistent magic systems, vast and detailed world-building, and morally complex characters.

The absolute being of existence itself, where the Quote " Anything that exists is with my consent and without my consent nothing can exist" can be applied to. This is the story of their adventures in various worlds created by his creations. "Master, why are you smiling and waving that way...Is there good food in that direction?" "Ahahah...I am just welcoming our dear readers who want to experience my simple life." "!!!???...eeehhh?" (I am using "they" in synopsis because, as a boundless entity, they are gender neutral. But they would be male for most, if not, all of the time.) (I plan to expand omniverse level or beyond if possible in the adventures, so expect various worlds ranging from magic, cultivation, beast masters, etc.) "Ohh!?....you are still here?....go read already, shuu shuu" " Master!!!...please ask them if they have good food" "Go away! you glutton"

Kai has had a crush on Lara ever since childhood, he was sure she will be his mate. Imagine the shock when he finds out his mate is not only a male but a human! The Wolf Goddess definitely hates him

The world didn't end. That's what everyone keeps saying. Three years ago the sky tore open, monsters poured through, and mana flooded the earth like a broken dam. Twenty percent of the population died in the first wave — bodies that couldn't handle the influx, people who convulsed and bled and never got back up. The rest either awakened to extraordinary power or learned to navigate a world that had been restructured entirely around something they could access. And then there were the mundane. The untouched. The ones mana passed through and left exactly as it found them. Claude is twenty three years old and cleans a graveyard on the night shift. In a world where mana determines your worth, your rights, and your place in the hierarchy, he sits at the very bottom of it — invisible, underpaid, and in some corners of the world, not even legally considered a person. The apocalypse came and went and the only thing that changed about his life is that it got worse. Then one night, after a long shift and a hot bath and the kind of boredom that only comes from having nothing left to lose, he finds an app on his phone he doesn't remember installing. A golden sun for an icon. Three words for a name. The Sun's Advent. What begins as a game quickly reveals itself as something else entirely. Claude can't fight. Can't move pieces on the board or control outcomes directly. All he can do is watch — and occasionally, when a prompt appears asking if he'd like to intervene, say yes. Each yes costs divine essence. Each yes changes something in the world below him. A dying knight becomes a holy warrior. A praying countess becomes a saintess. A forgotten mundane becomes, without fully understanding how, a God. But Claude isn't the first person to find the app. The seven Monarchs — the beings who warned humanity about the apocalypse, who stood at the top of the world's hierarchy and held the line when the sky broke — have been playing their own versions of the game for years. Claude is still figuring out what divine essence is for. As his following grows — from seven believers in a battered city to something that begins to draw attention from people far more powerful than him — Claude must navigate a world that has already decided he doesn't matter, while quietly becoming the kind of thing that rewrites the rules entirely. He can't tell anyone what he is. He doesn't fully understand it himself. And somewhere out there, the other players are going to notice that a new god just entered the game. The world didn't end three years ago. Something else is just beginning.

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?"

Amelia Lockhart has one mission: make the top idol Ethan Quinn fall in love with her, then break his heart, so that Ethan Quinn can successfully pass his tribulation and return to his position as a High God. There's just one problem: as the most hated woman on the internet, Amelia is the last person anyone would pair with the nation's golden boy. But when she lands a spot on a dating show alongside Ethan, she sees her chance. She does all the heavy lifting and is dependable enough to make him see her differently. As a result, Ethan starts pretending to be weak. The fans are confused. Their untouchable idol is... blushing? Getting clingy? Calling her "jiejie" in that voice? "Sis, I surrender." "Sis, you can only spoil me like this." Amelia is losing control of the plan. She was supposed to seduce him and walk away. So why is he the one coaxing her to stay, and why is it getting harder to say no?