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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 · Fantaisie
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Bring Her With You

Thud!

A dull thud echoed from behind.

Bruce had collapsed on his knees as his teeth chattered unceasingly.

Ron Samuel quickly took a vial of essential oil from his pocket and he crushed the vial in his hands before chanting...

"The hearts of men are with the Goddess, their body is her temple, and thus—we are under her protection." A burst of divine light enveloped the oil in his hand as Ron Samuel splattered it onto the others.

When the oil landed on Bruce's body, it sunk deep into his skin, and the fear that gripped his heart mysteriously vanished.

"Thank you, Captain..." Bruce said apologetically as he calmed his nerves and prepared his fighting stance.

"What's with this Specter, Calvin?" Ron Samuel asked, "Could it be that you have gone mad?"