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In an alternate world, a demon disrupts dynasties, harvests souls, and refines a banner of ten thousand souls. Under the heavenly tribulation, his body and soul are destroyed, but the Ten Thousand Souls Banner protects his undying spirit. Unable to possess a body, he's countered instead. A laid-back young man in society, wielding the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, roams the human world. With the Ten Thousand Souls Banner in hand, I refine a Golden Core with good deeds. A slice-of-life story with no ambition for conquest, helping the departed fulfill their wishes, gaining merit to repair the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, and enjoying a laid-back life.

Hadrian never expected to die—let alone wake up in another world as the frail, sickly son of a duke. Tasked by a god to unite humanity and destroy the monstrous races threatening its survival, Hadrian initially dismisses the divine mission as irrelevant. But when personal tragedy strikes, he embraces his role with a burning resolve, determined to forge a path of vengeance, innovation, and unrelenting ambition. In a fractured world where humans are teetering on the edge of extinction, Hadrian must navigate political intrigue, familial bonds, and the looming spectre of war. Armed with memories of his past life and a mysterious system that grants him knowledge and power, he begins introducing revolutionary changes to his dukedom—from crop rotation to matchlock muskets—all in preparation for the battles to come. [sorry guys, I did already rite 16 chapters for what I thought this story needed to be, but it was too slow paced for me, I could've called that a prologue that's how far away it was from the main story i had planned for this novel, so this is attempt two, it gets straight into the kingdom building, but don't worry, there's still a bit of tragedy, as that is life isn't it, hope u enjoyyy.]

Auren's world shatters the day a noble's blade takes his father's life. Fueled by vengeance, he sets foot on the Trails of Honor, seeking strength to strike down those who wronged him. But as he carves his path through blood and battle, he comes to a bitter truth—vengeance is hollow. Left with nothing but the echoes of his past, Auren turns his gaze forward. If justice cannot be found beneath a banner, then he will forge his own path. Not for revenge, but for those who cannot fight for themselves. In a world ruled by power and chains of fate, can a man without a banner stand against those who would break the world? Copyright Disclaimer: This novel is an original work written by me. It is also published on multiple platforms under my authorization

Bruce was reincarnated as Bruce Wayne in a new DC Universe. Can he stop fate in a world that doesn't follow canon. WARNING: CAN'T PROMISE STABLE UPDATES! EXPECT MASS UPDATES ONE DAY OUT OF A MONTH!! I WRITE FOR FUN AND WOULD LIKE TO SHARE A STORY!!!

Warning: Mature Content (In every sense of the word) If you're not ready for mind-bending body vibrations and cataclysmic naked tremors, then this book is not for you. "I'd like to think there's no better way to eat it than naked." "Fuck margaritas. You’re looking delicious enough to make some cherries pop!” "...did not relent in his quest to discover all the sensual triggers that sat still on her body, as he felt her legs shiver within the water and her breath became the object of his pleasure." C'mon! You're aroused already. That's all the convincing you need. Read the book.

Alistair Vilsette, the feared Lord Enforcer of Wythria, is called to suppress a rebellion in Winstet and its neighboring towns, just days before the Grand Unification Day of Wythria. What begins as a simple deployment soon turns into a complex puzzle, revealing forces beyond Wythria's borders. Suspicions are confirmed as a global war erupts, engulfing the world in chaos. As casualties rise and loved ones fall, divine elements come into play. Judgement sets its sights on Alistair, while The Circle orchestrates every move. "A part of everyone's soul is empty from within when they start out, but this emptiness can be filled when one's soul grows or another completes it." Invisible bonds break, flags are raised. Demon turns angel; retribution and redemption are within reach. New alliances are forged in the anvil of war, heated and molded by the flowing, scorching blood. A familiar face greets Alistair, "Everyone is a coin, two-sided. But it's up to one to decide whether they embrace their second side or not. Things are not what they always seem." ___________________________ This revamp contain: • Improved writing. • Slight changes to character • Medium changes to Storyline • Major changes In the world of the novel. Author's note: Hello, I hope you read this. This is naught but genuine thoughts I have. I write this novel for my peace and satisfaction, I probably won't enter contracts. I simply want to create content for the WebNovel community to enjoy. I know this most certainly seems like a 'Give me your damn attention look at how I cry wahh wahh' thing but, I simply want to create content. Thus, I hope you read my Novel that I put my time and effort into, bombard me in the comments with your criticism. It's welcome.

Rener helms across the remnants of the once great Americas, in search of a former scientists lab that possibly holds the secret to ending all suffering in the post-apocalyptic world of 2148. Higher civilisation has collapsed into the former cave-man era of greed and war as privileged folks become egocentric set and the rest poverty-stricken. Hostility between countries heighten as each each country tricks, murders and steals for natural resources as the Earth steadily dies.

The adventures of a mischievous boy and his friends

"Give me more painkillers!" "But sir—!" This is the daily argument echoing from the minister's chamber in the Mage Tower. Henisin, the reincarnated second son of the late emperor, is a genius among mages—feared, respected, and utterly broken. Every spell he casts wracks his body with unbearable pain. His only relief? The sweet embrace of alchemical painkillers. Oh, and his so-called genius? It might just be the magic library inside his head—an infinite archive of every spell he’s ever seen, with secrets even he has yet to uncover. But with his brother determined to unite the world under one banner before the day the sun burns blood red and the moon turns as black as the void… Henisin has no choice but to endure, grow stronger, and—hopefully—find even stronger painkillers. After all, what’s a little addiction compared to destiny?

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