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Records of the Weakest Emperor

Calvin Villanueva was once heralded as the savior of the world. His might was unrivaled despite possessing the weakest class in Las Felipinas. But in a cruel twist of fate, his achievements were turned against him and in a span of a single night, he went from experiencing heaven to plunging into the deepest parts of hell. Captured and imprisoned by the Sucklings, an alien invader who came from a different realm. Calvin became their Scribe, the Keeper of History, and ultimately... He arrived at the peak of the weakest Writer Profession and became the Author of Fate. Unfortunately, it was already too late. The world was now in ruins and Calvin only had a single choice in front of him. It was death. He may have chosen death but he had proven before his death that he was indeed the true savior of humanity. Manipulating fate, twisting time and space... Calvin went back to the past for a second chance to turn things around! This is a story of someone who was once at the peak, striving to return to the summit while correcting his past mistakes, against all odds, and clashes against unscrupulous gods and the supernatural he shall once again find his own path to the top. Genre: Fantasy, Romance, Adventure, Action, Evil Gods, Evil Religions, Goddesses, Hidden Abilities, Industrialization, Mature Protagonist, Manipulative Characters, Mystery Solving, Mythology, Nobles, Time Travel Disclaimer: Reviews comparing the novel to scog will be deleted. Don't be so braindead to think that just because the mc has similar circumstances to the mc of that novel the novel is now a copycat of that awesome novel. By that logic, all isekai is a copy of the Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's court and all FPS games are a copy of Halo. Read on and if you hate the similarity then, move on. Thanks! Want to contact me? Come into my discord! discord.gg/sDjM5MB

TheAdventurer · Fantasía
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Origin of the Curse(3)

Snap!

The rope wrapped around the woman's neck had snapped as a dull sound rang out the moment her body struck the ground.

Then, she stood up...the vibe surrounding her made everyone feel as if she was a majestic Goddess that had just descended from her heavenly abode to the mortal realm.

However, she was most definitely not a Goddess.

The aura surrounding her was too sinister and undivine that no one would possibly think of her as a Goddess.

If she was to be described, then it would be deserved for her to be called as the Saintess of Death!

As if on cue and true to her nature, a change occurred at that moment.

The pungent smell of rotting flesh washed over through the entire village as Heisenberg and Ricardo did everything that they could to stop themselves from vomiting. They had to pretend that they were dead, and how could the dead still vomit? In fact, it was questionable if the dead had a sense of smell!