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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

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The Ones He Shall Miss...

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—Centuries Later—

*Clack* *Clack* *Clack*

The sounds of footsteps on the polished floor of a massive hall could be heard as a figure approached the head of the hall and ultimately approached the one seated, on a throne, at that side of the hall.

"Your majesty," said the new arrival into the hall to the frowning, gruff-looking monarch on the throne but the respectful greeting was backed by the most disrespectful tone possible.

"Be as creative with your insults as you please but don't be so condescending... It's beneath you, I think," said the man seated on the throne, and upon further inspection, he appeared a bit uncomfortable as he leaned back into the high back of his throne and tried his hardest not to strain/move his neck.

The figure before him brushed all that aside with a smirk,

"You are a God-king, are you not? Sovereign over this world?" he said.