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Rise of the Cosmic_Emperor

There are three realms in the multi verse; The Cosmic, the Mortal and the Nether realm. Hal grew up in the mortal realm with no idea whatsoever of who his parents were. His love for relics, adventure and the occasional danger would aid him in finding a genie's lamp. Rubbing a genie's lamp should grant three wishes, but Hal is struck by lightening instead and eventually arrives in the Cosmic realm with a large book in his mind space titled; The Primordial Cosmic Grimiore, that apparently holds all knowledge for a perpetual reign. And so Hal's journey begins in a little city called Salmon city, in the body of a 17 year old boy also named Hal but was sold into slavery by his own father. Hal finds out who his mother (prior to reincarnation) whose bloodline now flows unmixed in his new body is.... Join Hal as he battles mortals, Dragons, phoenixes, Gods and many more together with his harem of Beauties for the complete subjugation of the three realms. --------------------------------- So this is an original novel and I am giving it my all and I hope you give it a chance. The First twenty chapters (more or less) were not quite good but that is because they were the first I ever wrote so please read till chapter 30 at least before deciding if it is not for you. It really gets better quickly. P.s The cover Is not mine

Nate_Quinn · Eastern
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A Rematch.

As Devon watched the detonation, he did not bother to hide his scorn as he frowned,

"Sickening. Sacrificing your own people. Absolutely sickening" he said with his voice imbued with cosmic energy so that it boomed out over the noise of battle all the way to the Grand tent of the Dystopian camp. Inside which the General and her commanders still were.

That's right, they were yet to make an appearance.

But now they walked out of the tent with the General smiling in amusement, 

"Sickening? Is it really that different from the effects of your traps which saw to the death of your own men. At least our plan does not kill one of our own. I'll do all I can to win.

And in case you have not noticed..." The General said as though she was  enjoying an inside joke and she gestured to the transformed Dystopians, 

"... They are not Dystopians" she revealed.

Devon's eyes widened, 

"What?" He asked in incredulity and the General chuckled,