Generic PLOT Our MC is above average at everything well almost as his I.Q was higher than his peers with over 200 before, giving his life a second chance now let's be with him throughout his journey as a ruler P.S. this is a Fan-Fic hehe~ first time making it hehehe~ P.P.S this is an system,summon so please don't read it if it's not to your liking ;P
[WSA 2022 Entry - War and Military] Update every 12pm afternoon (Beijing/Hongkong/Malaysia timezone) He was once known as the almighty War-Emperor across the hundred realms. Nothing could stop him from making up his mind, whether to reshape the continent or put worlds together. A simple hand wave from him would summon a billion soldiers to do his bidding. Known simply as Chang Sheng, the one and only War Emperor who defeated countless realms' overlords. Reigning supreme with over a hundred domains in his grasp allowed Chang Sheng to build a stable foundation and establish his own Legacy. The Legacy which so huge that it made even the god jealous. This jealousy gave birth to countless wars, which continued for a few millennia. The number of death is unaccountable, to the point their blood alone could fill a realm, and the bones could hold a world. The flesh can even become the foundation of all the planets in a milky way. Still, Chang Sheng was just a mortal. Although his comprehension of immortality was practically unmatchable, he was still a mortal in the end. He breathed his last on his 8,888-year-old birthday, in the middle of the war against the coalition of hundred realms. After that fateful day, the titles of War Emperor, Chang Sheng, and the Divine Legacy of Eternal Golden Empire were eliminated with the gods' intervention. Once bitten, twice shy. The gods wouldn't allow a second "Chang Sheng" to exist in this system. The wheel of fate stood still from that fateful day onward and only started to turn again at the birth of an infant named "Hespar" by his parents. He lost everything, but not the lingering memories, regrets, and attachment to the battlefield. "I don't know what happened, but I feel that my rightful place is not here, where I was born. It should be on the battlefield, on one where I could slay the gods," said Hespar. ===== This would be another serious book of mine for the WSA competition. Please consider voting for me with your power stones, review, and comments. Gifting would greatly help too. Trending Targets (Weekly) Top 50 seasonal: 1 Extra Chapter on Sunday Top 25 seasonal: 2 Extra Chapters on Sunday Top 10 seasonal: 3 Extra Chapters on Sunday Subscription Targets (Monthly) Above 10 Subs: 1 Extra Chap once target achieved Above 50 Subs: 2 Extra Chap once target achieved Above 100 subs: Daily updates increases to 2 chapters per day / 14 chapters a week (I hope readers would understand this as my chapter is minimum 1600 words and above)
In a world with magic and swords excels and many different races lives, for million years Ruler after Ruler they kept raising wars between them. After many sacrifices, betrayals, disputes, 6 rulers stand at them top of each race creating a peace-treaty relationship thus forming the united flag of the races (U.F.R) that represent's them along with a dark sun in the middle of them that represent's the dark history of them. Due to creating such a treaty they had to find a way so that no one will repeat the past mistakes. They created a tournament which every six years all races participate in a match that determine their ranks from 1 to 6 and their proper treatment and access to resources. Now having passed thousands years the human race have lost countless times and always ranked last having nothing left from resources they are forced to perform a summoning of six individuals from other worlds to help them stand again. After many tries, many rulers they finally succeed in summoning but instead of six people nine appears.
A new Earth, a new world, a new life. Humans have surpassed their limits and develops their own potential. Mechanics create machines more complex than humans themselves. A boy embarks on a path to become a military officer, yet is shunned by his peers as a second-rate talent. But with the imminent threat of war, his desire to become a successful captain only continues to increase.
2000 years ago, the prophet Elijah fought and destroyed an evil demon-god by the name of Baal, and his followers on Mount Carmel. Elijah's sword was never mentioned again, until now. A bloodlust for revenge has taken on a life of its own in the hearts of the descendants of Jezabel, creating a desire to release the demon-god once more. In this epic tale of good versus evil, both sides have collided to claim the might sword of Elijah, if they can find it. In doing so, both sides have released heavenly angels and a demonic horde of strongmen and the mighty fallen angels of old. The small town of Harvest Hills has become the battlefield and both John and Doug O'Neil have been thrown in the middle of a fight that never believed existed until now.
They look like us, talk like us, and even die like us. But they're not of our kind. No, they're monsters! On that day, the Centrials appeared, and took everything from humanity. Seventy years on, and the resistance takes hold. The battle to take back the earth finally begins.
Keith was all alone in the world. He was bullied for being an orphan and being weak. His life shifted when creatures from another world known as Ethers attacked the planet. Otherworldly beings known as Zodiacs hosted 88 humans to fight off these creatures, they were thereby known as Espers. He was one of them, gaining the power of Ophiucus, the forsaken powerless Zodiac. Or so they thought. Little did they know, Keith had the ability to harness an Ether's powers but on one condition. He must eat their core. Follow Keith as he tries to save the world with his power while discovering the secrets to the Ethers and Zodiacs.
The Kain family and the Mori family, perfect and the two strongest Tribes in existence, but behind the glorious marriage of the two most powerful people from both Tribes lies a dangerous secret, the Mori family member took to her grave. Orian, Yuki and Miku are sisters, one dead and the other two on the run. Yuki will stop at nothing to keep her younger sister Miku from their father, while on living in their grandma's old house that is in Yuki's name, they hoped to blend in. But the small town they ran to has a few tricks up its sleeves. Yuki's off to the high school with new friends but she knows that the battle she and Miku left behind in Seoul would soon reach them again in the U.S "Miku?" "Yes Onnee-chan?" a sickening sound came from behind them. "Run away!!-"
Toren was born in the middle of a great war. While everyone expects men to join the battle, Toren wishes to become someone else, doing what he wants. In the midst of this conflict, he found a magical blue flower that he felt could grant his wish.
The world is torn apart by bloody war, people are dying left and right, kings and powerful mages only care for what they can gain. In this world a new emporer will be born, Ver, a common foot soldier will gain power to shape the world, one step at a time.
After the 3rd Great Orizzonte War, the Sinistram Kingdom fell from grace after losing the last known King. Years had passed and the kingdom remained Kingless, the humans lived in peace not until the Dragorius Clan tried to take over the kingdom. Luckily, the Archibolt and Berserke Clan stopped them, the three Clans made a deal in the process. They seperated the whole Kingdom into 3 Factions: Lawful, Chaotic and Neutral. The Archibolt Clan led the Lawful Faction, Dragorius Clan led the Chaotic Faction and Berserke Clan was the only one who joined the Neutral Faction. If whoever wins, will have the opportunity to rule the whole Sinistram Kingdom and gain the ability to enter the Magic Council. 7 Clans joined in the War that lasted for decades, Dragorius, Archibolt, Berserke, Luckmore, Ravenscroft, Questeur and Blacklocke. Each clans have their own battle-style, a one's strength can be the other's weakness. Suddenly, another Clan made up of one Knight joined the War, representing the Rosenthal Clan that went extinct after the 3rd Great Orizzonte War. The Knight has his dream, and that is for the salvation of humanity. Will he achieve such dream?
An evil alliance of nations governed by demons threaten the freedom and liberty of our nation, Verstuos and our species itself. Come and read as our brave protagonist fights against hordes upon hordes of vicious and violent demons whose goal is only to kill humanity. * * * Author's Note: I know it sounds generic but it's meant to be that way as I plan to have a tremendously humongous and shocking plot twist nearing the end of the series. I'm not exaggerating. It's actually gonna be huge.
2000 years ago, the prophet Elijah fought and destroyed the cultists that followed the demon-god, Baal on Mount Carmel. Elijah's sword was never mentioned again, until now. A bloodlust to destroy the Order of Elijah has emerged and the demon-god, Baal, has been summoned by the descendants of the once thriving tribe of the Canaanites. In this epic tale of good verses evil, both sides have collided to claim the mighty sword of Elijah and in doing so, have thrown the world into chaos, especially John O'Neil's who has never believed in angels or demons until now. Protagonist- John O'Neil Antagonist- Baal and Cultists Anti-hero-Doug O'Neil Anti-hero- Heaven Jorgenson
Humans...They think themselves as the superior race, they invade and take our lands then enslaved our kin. They consider us as savages who are deemed unworthy to live freely. They call our way of life as crude and barbaric, they say that they are saving us from our savagery and vile nature but they put collars on our necks and treated us like livestock. They abused our strength and treated our kind badly, they force us to do physical labor and reward us with whips instead of food. There cities...forged by our kind with our sweat and blood... but we...we lived in dark gloomy prisons where we are all stuffed together with barely enough room to move. The elves??? Bah!!! we can't count on those fragile creatures...they are also treated unkindly by humans... but they have it better than us... There women are considered as prized treasures of the wealthy... The humans use them as targets to unleash their carnal desire and since elves were cursed with low fertility, they like them more. And if ever they get pregnant...easy...just execute them... Humans consider having a child with another race as a great offense against there kind. Even elven males aren't spared by human defilement by those who have strange tastes since elves are naturally beautiful. Our women were spared...since they are fearless and feisty by nature...and alot of humans have fallen victim to their feisty nature but we the male weren't so lucky, some human women have a thing for our huge muscular builds and humongous weapons not to mention how wild we can be. We once have seen hope when other group of humans fought with our enslaver...they gave us food and weapon...and we fought with them against our enslavers...we finally tasted freedom...we were natural born warriors...we never shy away from combat...we are warriors and a warrior's rightful place is a battlefield...and we proved this to them...but alas... our freedom was short-lived...after the long struggle we finally defeated those who have mistreated us...but our supposed to be allies backstabbed us...they herded us as cattles and put back the collars on our necks...and from one master to another...our race continued as slaves. After that event...we never trusted humans again...they are all the same...they never stay true to their words...they always think they are superior than us. We were oppressed more than before and finally we can't take it anymore...we rebelled and killed them...our kind made a horde and razed some of their cities...we we're winning...we were stronger than them and in a battlefield we always overpower them...even with their magic we still defeated them...we had our warlocks to deal with them...we finally thought that we can drive them away from our lands but alas...the gods seemed to favor them...they wielded a new weapon into battle...a stick that produces smoke and spits fire and metal...these strange weapons changed the tide of war...a lot of our warriors fell before even engaging their frontline...we hurled spears at them as a retaliation but their sticks always prevailed. We would have won...the humans who once fought against each other united after the rebellion and our kind were driven to the mountains. We soon isolated ourselves in the mountain for many generations...our numbers replenished...but the new generation seemed to have forgotten the injustice that their ancestors suffered and waged war against each other...the once mighty united race was fragmented to different tribes...each fighting for their own...the only consolation was that they still hate humans as their ancestors...humans entering the mountains were always attacked by our brethren of the different tribes. No humans have ever managed to stay long in the mountains and remained alive...with relentless assaults our kin remained isolated from the humans...we lived freely in the mountains despite no longer united...I hope to see my kin united once again before I leave this lands and join my ancestors.