As the Mightiest Magus, I Got Magic-banned at the Start?
“God of Time, God of Fire, is this the extent of your power?”
From high above, the outer god Zalath gazed disdainfully at the two mangled corpses below.
“Humans, nothing more than this.” With that, hundreds of Zalath’s eyes charged simultaneously, releasing beams of darkness.
Owen, clutching his staff, dragged his broken body forward and roared:
“Bastard!!!”
“Oh, I almost forgot about you, insect.” Zalath instantly extended countless tendrils, hoisting Owen into the air.
“Let’s see how you scream after this.” With that, a black aura surged along the tendrils, invading Owen’s mana core.
“Crack!” A sharp sound echoed.
[Ding, Host's mana core detected as shattered. Host will be unable to use magic.]
Just as despair consumed everyone, a dazzling white light enveloped the world.
...
“Where am I?” Owen asked, gazing at the endless expanse of white.
[Ding, detected time reversal to the human year 1033.]
[Ding, congratulations to the Host for obtaining SSS Talent 1: Gift of Time - The host's attack speed is extremely fast!]
[Ding, congratulations to the Host for obtaining SSS Talent 2: Infinite Firepower - The host's attacks do not consume stamina!]
Stunned, Owen said with a gloomy expression, "But I got magic-banned. What's the use of these talents now..."
“Who said that?” At that moment, a voice imbued with divine essence resounded.
Magic is not real.
Monster that defy logics should not exist.
Yet, I cannot refute what is before my very eyes. What my mangled body has told me through painful experiences. What my dying mind has comprehended with my last willpower.
The world that I have once lived in changed abruptly one day, and the new era dawned for the human race.
It is done by the hands of those who are known as Rulers. They call it mercy, but I know it is a game to them. If they truly wish to help the human race, then there surely a better way than sacrificing billions to uplift the selected few.
The Zoning Events was set in stone, and the dimensional barrier collapses, allowing the monsters that we could never hope to defeat with our current technology to enter our universe. Allowing horrifying worlds and landscapes to merge with our own.
And through blood, sweat, and fear, we understand that our science cannot truly surpass the natural law of the universe.
Only through magic, the human race might survive. Only through magic, a better future can be reached.
Everything has its price, and no price is too great for the second chance.
This is the story of the last Merchant. One Last Merchant.
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MC dies and is reincarnated in the unique world of MHA as Sasuke Uchiha as a ghoul, how will our flesh eating friend live in this sick and twisted quirk based society where the so called heros who abuse their title's authority in the shadows are idolized while the the quirkless are looked down on and seen as second class citizens and those with the so called 'villainous' quirks are discriminated against even if they are meer children so how will the society look at his 'monstrous' quirk that makes him the natural predator of humans. What does the Uchiha Ghoul think of all this well he absolutely LOVES IT!!!.....after all he knew full well what he had wished for.....how ever thought of those sheltered racists watching his cute child self devour humans like it is the most delicious thing in this world fills him with joy, just imagining the reactions on their faces as they gaze at his exquisite spotless seemingly innocent face stained with blood and his seemingly fragile child body covered completely in the insides and outsides of of their destroyed and mangled corpses makes him so excited a long lost feeling of interest in humans coming back.
Alea was once a soldier. However her life came to a tragic end during a mission. Lying in the target's desolate hideout, her body broken and mangled looking at the corpses of her comrades. She wished she could have one more chance to live.
It seems something answered her wish! But when Alea opened her eyes again she soon understood that she was no longer in her original world.
Follow Alea along her journey in this new world, where she has some "big" changes to accept about herself. Though I'm sure that her fiance will help her accept these changes.
Female Alpha x Female Omega
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In this book based on the story of five nights at Freddy and located in the second game here we show the character of toy foxy/mangle mindset and day to day before and after possession as well as the mysteries of Freddy’s this story will also show the povs of some workers and children read if you want
The Umbrae Lunae existed before man, beautiful abominations birthed in the nightmares of mad gods. They wait for humanity to misstep, for the angels to look away. For the moment when they can cloak the world in moon shadows once again.
But even horrors have children. Even nightmares must feed. One child, unlike the others, finds his way to a school for young abominations. Will he be a sheep cast before the wolves, or a terror that wears the skin of wool to entice the wolf close?
The flesh of his body was his only coin, strips cut to pay debts that never ended. Everyone has scars, stories in a life led, lessons learned, and licks taken. Luminous bodies touched by darkness. There are a cursed few that are the opposite, black shadows consumed by scars, twisted minds devoured by diseased hungers, bodies tortured misshapen works of gouged flesh, silver lines of blade thin cuts, ragged tears of teeth and glass. For them, the scars are marks of homecoming, the mangled wasteland the only place they feel at peace.
Hell is a place. It's made of concrete, steel and glass. It's the sounds of starving kids crying themselves to sleep, huddling into small balls as creepers come and take their due of innocence and tender meat. It's eating rotten food and carrying ticks in your hair. It’s having no one and nothing while surrounded by everything. It's the life of a street kid. What abomination was birthed in the corrupt womb of man’s cast-off shit?
Pretty people don't know the power of ugly. They can't see the strength in a broken soul or the power in a calloused heart. Those secrets are for the discarded alone. Only the broken understand the grace of darkness. The blessed folds that hide scars and tears, the protection of its concealing umbra.
WARNING: COLD MAIN CHARACTER
Amadeus Devereux was born into a rich and powerful household. But he did not pursue power like his brothers because of his love for art, flowers, and poetry.
Until one day, a servant arrived in the garden to see Amadeus smiling as if he was looking at a flower. Only this time, Amadeus was looking at the mangled corpses of two gardeners.
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Set in a fantasy world where creatures and powers of all kinds abound, follow Amadeus as he sets out into the world on a journey of self-discovery.
This is a novel that I wrote because I got tired of all the tropes that had transmigration, regression, deus-ex machina, etc. where everything that makes the main character reach the top is left to luck.
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I will try to keep a release schedule of one chapter per day. But it may vary to one per two days at times.
Fifty Power Stones- One extra chapter.
To the pawn lead on a trail of blood, mystery was an unfair game. Being placed in the body of a supposed murderer, moments after the act, is not a typical situation. And to prove one's innocence after the fact isn't a simple ordeal, not when the meaning of guilt is twisted, used as a dagger to plunge into the heart of any defiance.
Is Jun the only fool? The disposable pawn replaced at the first sign of failure? His consciousness swapped out for mine, dragged in from another plane of existence. My doppelganger, is he the only fool? Or was this his escape?
Am I not a fool?
In an age of churning gears and steam engines that billowed columns of smoke high into the sky, one would think a murder would not require a supernatural cause. A revolver, would be enough. But why is that not the case?
Why did Jun feel the need to run?
If it was that simple, I wouldn't be this. This monstrous creature. This mangled, disjointed hound. Fueled by chaos.
But alas, my role is to entertain.
Do not be misguided, for this is not the legacy of the fool, but his replacement, the jester.
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Bulka, a young Orc who lives in the Mossy Boulder Tribe, is about to become an adventurer in the post-apocalyptic fantasy world of Mangle.
On the day of her sixteenth birthday, she is given a mysterious gift by her late foster father to prove herself to the village of less intimidating races.
With this ancient power she can summon the most promising theif-class hero ever to exist. When the moment comes for her to bring forth the hero from another world, what she finds herself with is a...goose?
A young Isha finds himself being washed along a forsaken coast, surrounded by the mangled wreckage of what appears to be a ship. However, he soon discovers that this beach is not so forsaken.
Filled with hostile creatures and beings, this world will demand excellence if he is to survive.
Guts and gore galore! American Sideshow is a bizarre, macabre, and intense dark thriller. War and poker brought them together. Robbing banks with chainsaws will tear them apart! Follow this trio on their path of bloodshed.
Travis Madden took a blast from an RPG and lost an eye and a leg. He is a scarred up and emotionally mangled mess.
Sue "Godkiller" Grant is a homicidal maniac with an insatiable need for intensity, and to feel alive.
Olivia McNamara is an assistant bank manager looking to change her mundane existence, the mastermind.
Detective Diego Cavalera will stop at nothing to hunt this mentally depraved trio down, and bring them to justice, with the help of the law or not.
Amadeus Devereux was born into a rich and powerful household. But he did not pursue power like his brothers because of his love for art, flowers, and poetry.
Until one day, a servant arrived in the garden to see Amadeus smiling as if he was looking at a flower. Only this time, Amadeus was looking at the mangled corpses of two gardeners.
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First Novel Alert
This is a novel that I wrote because I got tired of all the tropes that had transmigration, regression, deus-ex machina, etc. where everything that makes the main character reach the top is left to luck.
The action kicks off starting from chapter 8 so I hope you at least read till then!
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I will try to keep a release schedule of one chapter per day. But it may vary to one per two days at times.
A young village boy named Nishio ventures out into the forest one evening and ends up being caught in a storm. He arrives at a drowned meadow, a blood-covered maiden dressed in white sitting in the middle, a warm mangled body keeping her company. This is the story of a naive boy's first love and the scars it leaves.
