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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 · 奇幻
分數不夠
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An Encounter in the Middle of the Night

Calvin's eyes were grim as the golden quill in his hand shone in a dim light that served to illuminate the darkness around him.

He rushed to the old woman's wooden hut and kicked it open.

Brandishing his golden quill forward, the light from the quill fell onto the old woman.

There, she sat on her stone bed, curled in a ball, and continuously trembling from fear.

"M-Madame, are you okay? I came here to save you!"

"D-D-Don't come closer! I don't want to... I don't want to fall asleep!" The old woman shrieked like a banshee.

"Why do you not want to sleep? Isn't it easier if you just fell asleep? Why don't you just follow the urge to sleep?"

"No... I can't... I don't want to sleep. I don't want to go with them... I don't want to sleep!"

The old woman trashed on her stone bed. She was inexplicably strong, as she moved around, cracks would spread on her bed every time she smashed herself on it.

Calvin's expression turned serious.