A university filled with students imbued by the power of the Greek gods... what drama could there be among the Greek gods... we follow our protagonist Roan the sole holder of Hades’ power

This is a collection of Greek Myths, Learn stories of various Gods, Goddesses of Greek Mythology.

 fantastical stories about gods, monsters, and warriors.

I own nothing, I was fascinated by Greek mythology that I decided to research it, and later decided to compile my research into the book.

all credits go to the Greeks and their interesting mythology.

Follow these Greek Gods on epic adventures, watch how their live play out in front of your eyes, see their wrong and their flaws, see the good and the bad, see them fall in love, back stab each other, trick and play each other, and of course smithe the mortals beneath their feet.

follow the fantastical trail of Gods, Monsters, and Warriors.

reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. sorry I'm bored anyways it's about the history of the greek gods but my verson

reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. sorry I'm bored anyways it's about the history of the greek gods but my verson, cover is not mine

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Warning: Bad grammar, English not my first language. 

Check the other stories of mine in https://www.fanfiction.net/~imboredsojustdoingrandomfanfic

AND DONE! The 4th of July, 2020 is when this fanfic is completed!

The next few days I settled into a routine that felt almost normal, if you
don't count the fact that I was getting lessons from satyrs, nymphs, and a
centaur.
Each morning I took Ancient Greek from Annabeth, and we talked about
the gods and goddesses in the present tense, which was kind of weird. I
discovered Annabeth was right about my dyslexia: Ancient Greek wasn't that
hard for me to read. At least, no harder than English. After a couple of
mornings, I could stumble through a few lines of Homer without too much
headache.
The rest of the day, I'd rotate through outdoor activities, looking for
something I was good at. Chiron tried to teach me archery, but we found out
pretty quick I wasn't any good with a bow and arrow. He didn't complain,
even when he had to desnag a stray arrow out of his tail.
Foot racing? No good either. The wood-nymph instructors left me in the
dust. They told me not to worry about it. They'd had centuries of practice
running away from lovesick gods. But still, it was a little humiliating to be
slower than a tree.
And wrestling? Forget it. Every time I got on the mat, Clarisse would
pulverize me.
"There's more where that came from, punk," she'd mumble in my ear.

The only thing I really excelled at was canoeing, and that wasn't the kind
of heroic skill people expected to see from the kid who had beaten the
Minotaur.
I knew the senior campers and counselors were watching me, trying to
decide who my dad was, but they weren't having an easy time of it. I wasn't
as strong as the Ares kids, or as good at archery as the Apollo kids. I didn't
have Hephaestus's skill with metalwork or—gods forbid—Dionysus's way
with vine plants. Luke told me I might be a child of Hermes, a kind of jack-
of-all-trades, master of none. But I got the feeling he was just trying to make
me feel better. He really didn't know what to make of me either.
Despite all that, I liked camp. I got used to the morning fog over the
beach, the smell of hot strawberry fields in the afternoon, even the weird
noises of monsters in the woods at night. I would eat dinner with cabin
eleven, scrape part of my meal into the fire, and try to feel some connection
to my real dad. Nothing came. Just that warm feeling I'd always had, like the
memory of his smile. I tried not to think too much about my mom, but I kept
wondering: if gods and monsters were real, if all this magical stuff was
possible, surely there was some way to save her, to bring her back.…
I started to understand Luke's bitterness and how he seemed to resent his
father, Hermes. So okay, maybe gods had important things to do. But
couldn't they call once in a while, or thunder, or something? Dionysus could
make Diet Coke appear out of thin air. Why couldn't my dad, whoever he
was, make a phone appear?
Thursday afternoon, three days after I'd arrived at Camp Half-Blood, I had
my first sword-fighting lesson. Everybody from cabin eleven gathered in the
big circular arena, where Luke would be our instructor.

We started with basic stabbing and slashing, using some straw-stuffed
dummies in Greek armor. I guess I did okay. At least, I understood what I
was supposed to do and my reflexes were good.
The problem was, I couldn't find a blade that felt right in my hands.
Either they were too heavy, or too light, or too long. Luke tried his best to fix
me up, but he agreed that none of the practice blades seemed to work for me.
We moved on to dueling in pairs. Luke announced he would be my
partner, since this was my first time.
"Good luck," one of the campers told me. "Luke's the best swordsman in
the last three hundred years."
"Maybe he'll go easy on me," I said.
The camper snorted.
Luke showed me thrusts and parries and shield blocks the hard way. With
every swipe, I got a little more battered and bruised. "Keep your guard up,
Percy," he'd say, then whap me in the ribs with the flat of his blade. "No, not
that far up!" Whap! "Lunge!" Whap! "Now, back!" Whap!
By the time he called a break, I was soaked in sweat. Everybody swarmed
the drinks cooler. Luke poured ice water on his head, which looked like such
a good idea, I did the same.
Instantly, I felt better. Strength surged back into my arms. The sword
didn't feel so awkward.
"Okay, everybody circle up!" Luke ordered. "If Percy doesn't mind, I
want to give you a little demo."
Great, I thought. Let's all watch Percy get pounded.
The Hermes guys gathered around. They were suppressing smiles. I
figured they'd been in my shoes before and couldn't wait to see how Luke used me for a punching bag. He told everybody he was going to demonstrate
a disarming technique: how to twist the enemy's blade with the flat of your
own sword so that he had no choice but to drop his weapon.

Ryjin was now the undisputed Lord and ruler of all of Greece and also the dragon isle's his army was now heading home to griffon citadel and the Greek lords where now Also following due to many going to be rewarded for there participation in this war the now empty lands of Macedon would be granted to lords who gained Merit and did great deed's Odysseus would sort that out Ryjin had plans to make and a trip and army to kit out his next Target in mind was the FAR EASTERN LANDS china and most of all the land of the rising sun Japan he wanted to take a states worth of land around china and also get a small Piece of land on japan for later use in the future.

as they returned home Ryjin gave the entire Imperial army Gold and wealth for them to have 7 days R&R and to have fun for there amazing Deeds this inspired and made the entire army heartfelt gratitude a funeral was held fro all the dead soldiers of draconis and all ash was buried In a huge Piller in the central area of the palace courtyard where any may come and pay respect to the fallen brothers and sisters.

Ryjin was now discussing with  Odysseus about his plans to head Far east and start another Citadel there and to gain more lands and people and culture to say Odysseus was upset was understated he really wished to come to explore to venture out in to the unknown Ryjin saw this and knew he could not keep Odysseus locked down like this so he stated that Archie can take over as duke of the east and Odysseus could accompany him and Achilles to explore and make there names known in the world These words said in the presence of all lords and even Archie was a bomb going off Many lords then requested for there Young to accompany his majesty on his ventures of course Ryjin agreed Archie was actually crying and sobbing Ryjin walked to him and Pulled him up and Pulled him to a man hug as Archie started sobbing shouting he was guna miss his friend and Lord but said with determination and resolve that he would safeguard and protect the eastern lands.

Ryjin hugged him as a brother and said he would miss Archie to but with Archie here he know the lands where in good hands this perked up Archie Ryjin then stated to all the Greek lords the once known lands of Macedon shall be gifted to the Children of the lords who attained great deeds in this war to help them learn to govern and rule any who wish to accompany me shall spend the next year undergoing Brutal training in fighting and horsemanship you will be trained and drilled in all forms of weapons and combat.

Also as of now the lands that the eastern area of draconis holds shall from now on be know as The Griffons Lands all the names of your lands remain just the land as a whole changes :3

The lords where surprised then Ryjin started the Rewarding along with having the newly Brewed Whisky vodka and scotch brought out food was a plenty and the Dancers and entertainment was also aplenty and the children where tough new games by Ryjin such as 

European Football 
American Football 
Baseball
basketball
Cricket
Ping-pong
Tennis
Golf

all of which these had all the equipment made for the games all the kids loved trying the new games and the festive mood went on for 7 days as the party lasted for 7 days the entire Citadel was alight with festive mood and Cheer The Trojans had sent Hector and ambassadors to congratulate ryjin for his victory and they also partook in the festivity's even in the games.

The surrounding lands had all sent ambassadors to request none aggression treaty's and alliance's and trade Ryjin had also sent a trade vessel to Carthage and had set up a good trade deal with them so now all of draconis had a great trade with Troy and Carthage this made all lords and all the lands Flourish and prosper Ryjin was looked at by his empire as a God emperor for his acts and such Great kindness to his people however Ryjin shook the entire Empire with an announcement 1 in which Draco and Sys had come to agree on due to talking with said other party.

It was announced 7 days in to the festivity's that Apollo and Ares would be adopted in to the Draconis Godly pantheon This shocked all as this effectively meant they had Left the Greek pantheon and joined a new 1 this was unheard of But all the lands rejoiced as in each land Temples to these gods already existed and all Empire Gods had there temples taken care of by the Empire so they had the greatest care The Greek pantheon was Fuming mad at the fact ares and Apollo had left them but where shocked at how powerful they both became when they joined the draconis Pantheon there power had literally increased by 20X that was unbelievable Apollo and ares had even undergone a evolution they had changed and become more godly then anything Hell Apollo Alone could take on the Greek pantheon and hold his own against them all That was how powerful he had become now also according to Ryjin a very special god had become interested in Draconis pantheon GAIA she was like the universal god and she had become interested in his empires pantheon this shocked not only him but all 4 other gods and even his own True Priests.

for the next 2 years during that time Rose had come and seen him for months at a time Ava and Ragnar had also come they loved seeing the culture of the eastern lands and they also took the New gods back to dragon isle with them erecting great temples to the 2 new gods with the 2 years passing Ava and Ragnar where now around 13 years of age to 14 -Sorry all i could not remember the age forgive me- With this Ryjin believed it was Time for Ragnar to accompany him on his next journey and to start to learn to rule and to war and to talk this order and also the new's another gods was now among the draconis pantheon Gaia had joined and a Great temple shall be built for her in dragon isle too was sent to Dragon citadel months later Ryjin was stood before a Tired Ragnar and Ava seems when Ava found out about Ragnar going she Stated i am going to NO DEBATE so ryjin took her to avoid a headache HAHAH.

With this the time for the Adventure to china was nearing closer and closer Riley had sent messages back and Riley was EXCITED in china it was the time of the 7 states so and it seems this worlds China was the same as from the Manga KINGDOM Ryjin was sooooo excited he literally let loose a Giggle that Ava and Ragnar picked up on and from that day NEVER let him live it down hahaha.

about a fella who loved Total war and its games while playing a game of total war warhammer 2 he lost his main army due to a ambush while streaming and he in rage threw a cod style Tomahawk at his wall in anger but it rebounded and hit him square between the eyes thus ending his life while streaming    many will clip that for generations as the best self tomahawk after his death   he awakes in a strange world with no cloths on or any items axcept his tomahawk :HAHAHA: and a system never seen before see how he steps in this unknown world

[3rd P.O.V]
In the kingdom of Suburg lived the Gods of this world. At first, there was only AO the creator God he stood 7ft tall and he took the regular human form you would expect a God to have he also wore a toga and a Golden crown to show his authority.

When he created the world he felt lonely so after a few years of searching the earth, he found a human he liked. Her name was Ziva she had white skin and long black hair that ended at her back she wore a long white dress that fluttered a bit In the wind.

He was hypnotized by her beauty so he began to court her. At first, Ziva was startled but over time she fell In love with AO. As the years passed Ziva and AO had their first child It was a boy who looked more like AO. They named him Luke he was the first demigod and the very first child of AO.

After a few more years Luke grew quite arrogant he would bully other kids and he would snap at poor people. Despite Ziva telling him to respect them he wouldn't listen.

Eventually, AO was afraid that Luke and Ziva would both die so he imbued them with divinity and they both ascended to Godhood. Ziva got the healing domain while Luke got the war domain.

AO and Ziva had twins after a few more years they were named Atlas God of Weather and Sun and Aria Goddess of Night, Moon, and love. Ziva and AO were overjoyed with their growing family so they gave each of the kids their very own divine weapon.

After a few years, Luke was smitten by Aria so he asked her to come to his room, and when she did he seduced her and had sex with her on his bed. Later her parents found out that she was pregnant the were furious at them both but they forgave them as long as they promised to never do this again. They promised and after a few years, Aria gave birth to Golrikk the God of terror, and Alice Goddess of Harmony.

After the birth of the two new Gods, AO and Ziva had four more kids. Loros God of Light, Ueus God of Death and Life and Graxnja Goddess of wisdom, wine and poerty and Physton God of speed, messages, trade, and thievery.

The family was growing quite fast and since the kids were old enough AO permitted them to start their own religions and he gave them their new responsibilities.

After twenty more years the Gods have spread their religions throughout the realm and they were great at their jobs that their father/grandpa gave them. AO and Ziva decided to have one more child so they went to their bedroom.

When Ziva gave birth It was a strange sight the child was not like the rest. The other children looked human while this child was a humanoid lion covered In fur with a Majestic mane and a long lion tail he even had two majestic wings. After seeing this AO was disgusted and avoided all contact with the child all together he even said that he was a bastard to the kids and they started to avoid him as well.

Ziva still loved him and she named him kurtesh. After a few years, she saw his domains and she gasped he was the God of Madness, Chaos, Nature, Monsters, Greed, War, Sky, Fire, Creation, Pleasure, Knowledge, Forge, Sleep, Dreams, Weather, Death, Life, Sun and Healing. She told him to keep this a secret from everyone else and she just said his domain was Nature when AO or her kids would ask.

Kurtesh began to exercise and thanks to his war domain he became muscular. After several more years, AO finally had enough of having Kurtesh around so he banished him from his kingdom and told him to never come back. This angered both Ziva and Kurtesh so she made Kurtesh wait so she could gather materials they would need and once she did Kurtesh made threats and promises to his father and his other family saying he will be back and they better watch themselves.

[Kurtesh P.O.V]
I was furious how could that bastard do such a thing "HOW COULD HE!!!" I roared In anger. My action caused the whole world to shake I was about to let out another roar but I felt a warm hand touching my shoulder. It was my mother she smiled softly "Kurtesh It's okay you will never be alone." Mother said In an attempt to calm me down "Mother why would father do this?" I ask through clenched teeth I did nothing to him so why the hell would he do this does he really hate me that much?

"I-I don't know Kurtesh maybe one day we might be able to find out but for now we can't stay here." she said with tears In her eyes "I know I know how about we head to the dread lands?" I asked while we continue to walk.

"No, I mean In this Universe."

"Do you remember when I told you about the other universe ruled by other Gods?" Mom asked with an evil grin on her face to which I replied "Yeah I wanted to check them out why?"

"Well, I have enough power to carry us both to either the world with the Greek Gods or the world with the biblical God." Mom said as we both came to a stop.

"Can we go to the world with the Greeks?" I asked knowing that the Greeks were weaker than the Christian God.

"Of course sweetheart." Mother said with a grin on her face "If you want to get revenge on your father you need to grow stronger so the greek world Is the best choice since most mortals there don't worship the Greeks." as she said this she waved her hand and a rift appeared.

"Are you ready to grow stronger?" She asked as she took my big furred hand In hers "I'm ready." I say showing all my large sharp teeth. With that, we stepped through the rift.


A man from Earth by the name of Bernard was reincarnated into a world of swords and magic. He reincarnates into the world as a God thay will shake the very foundation of the world.

With no memory of his past life Bernanrd decides to gain more power to become unstopable. Watch as the main character walks down the road to power. How will the world react to another Evil resurfacing can they stop him before he completes his goal

1. I ACCIDENTALLY VAPORIZE MY PRE-ALGEBRA TEACHER

Look, I didn't want to be a half-blood.

If you're reading this because you think you might be one, my advice is: close this book right now. Believe whatever lie your mom or dad told you about your birth, and try to lead a normal life.

Being a half-blood is dangerous. It's scary. Most of the time, it gets you killed in painful, nasty ways.

If you're a normal kid, reading this because you think it's fiction, great. Read on. I envy you for being able to believe that none of this ever happened.

But if you recognize yourself in these pages—if you feel something stirring inside—stop reading immediately. You might be one of us. And once you know that, it's only a matter of time before they sense it too, and they'll come for you.

Don't say I didn't warn you.

My name is Percy Jackson.

I'm twelve years old. Until a few months ago, I was a boarding student at YancyAcademy, a private school for troubled kids in upstate New York.

Am I a troubled kid?

Yeah. You could say that.

I could start at any point in my short miserable life to prove it, but things really started going bad last May, when our sixth-grade class took a field trip to Manhattan— twenty-eight mental-case kids and two teachers on a yellow school bus, heading to the Metropolitan Museum of Art to look at ancient Greek and Roman stuff.

I know—it sounds like torture. Most Yancy field trips were.

But Mr. Brunner, our Latin teacher, was leading this trip, so I had hopes.

Mr. Brunner was this middle-aged guy in a motorized wheelchair. He had thinning hair and a scruffy beard and a frayed tweed jacket, which always smelled like coffee. You wouldn't think he'd be cool, but he told stories and jokes and let us play games in class. He also had this awesome collection of Roman armor and weapons, so he was the only teacher whose class didn't put me to sleep.

I hoped the trip would be okay. At least, I hoped that for once I wouldn't get in trouble.

Boy, was I wrong.

See, bad things happen to me on field trips. Like at my fifth-grade school, when we went to the Saratoga battlefield, I had this accident with a Revolutionary War cannon. I wasn't aiming for the school bus, but of course I got expelled anyway. And before that, at my fourth-grade school, when we took a behind-the-scenes tour of the Marine World shark pool, I sort of hit the wrong lever on the catwalk and our class took an unplanned swim. And the time before that... Well, you get the idea.

This trip, I was determined to be good.

All the way into the city, I put up with Nancy Bobofit, the freckly, redheaded kleptomaniac girl, hitting my best friend Grover in the back of the head with chunks of peanut butter-and-ketchup sandwich.

Grover was an easy target. He was scrawny. He cried when he got frustrated. He must've been held back several grades, because he was the only sixth grader with acne and the start of a wispy beard on his chin. On top of all that, he was crippled. He had a note excusing him from PE for the rest of his life because he had some kind of muscular disease in his legs. He walked funny, like every step hurt him, but don't let that fool you. You should've seen him run when it was enchilada day in the cafeteria.

Anyway, Nancy Bobofit was throwing wads of sandwich that stuck in his curly brown hair, and she knew I couldn't do anything back to her because I was already on probation. The headmaster had threatened me with death by in-school suspension if anything bad, embarrassing, or even mildly entertaining happened on this trip.

"I'm going to kill her," I mumbled.

Grover tried to calm me down. "It's okay. I like peanut butter."

He dodged another piece of Nancy's lunch.

"That's it." I started to get up, but Grover pulled me back to my seat.

"You're already on probation," he reminded me. "You know who'll get blamed if anything happens."

Looking back on it, I wish I'd decked Nancy Bobofit right then and there. In-school suspension would've been nothing compared to the mess I was about to get myself into.

Mr. Brunner led the museum tour.

He rode up front in his wheelchair, guiding us through the big echoey galleries, past marble statues and glass cases full of really old black-and-orange pottery.

It blew my mind that this stuff had survived for two thousand, three thousand years.

He gathered us around a thirteen-foot-tall stone column with a big sphinx on the top, and started telling us how it was a grave marker, a stele, for a girl about our age. He told us about the carvings on the sides. I was trying to listen to what he had to say, because it was kind of interesting, but everybody around me was talking, and every time I told them to shut up, the other teacher chaperone, Mrs. Dodds, would give me the evil eye.

Mrs. Dodds was this little math teacher from Georgia who always wore a black leather jacket, even though she was fifty years old. She looked mean enough to ride a Harley right into your locker. She had come to Yancy halfway through the year, when our last math teacher had a nervous breakdown.

From her first day, Mrs. Dodds loved Nancy Bobofit and figured I was devil spawn. She would point her crooked finger at me and say, "Now, honey," real sweet, and I knew I was going to get after-school detention for a month.

One time, after she'd made me erase answers out of old math workbooks until midnight, I told Grover I didn't think Mrs. Dodds was human. He looked at me, real serious, and said, "You're absolutely right."

Mr. Brunner kept talking about Greek funeral art.

Finally, Nancy Bobofit snickered something about the naked guy on the stele, and I turned around and said, "Will you shut up?"

It came out louder than I meant it to.

The whole group laughed. Mr. Brunner stopped his story.

"Mr. Jackson," he said, "did you have a comment?"

My face was totally red. I said, "No, sir."

Mr. Brunner pointed to one of the pictures on the stele. "Perhaps you'll tell us what this picture represents?"

I looked at the carving, and felt a flush of relief, because I actually recognized it. "That's Kronos eating his kids, right?"

"Yes," Mr. Brunner said, obviously not satisfied. "And he did this because ..."

"Well..." I racked my brain to remember. "Kronos was the king god, and—"

"God?" Mr. Brunner asked.

"Titan," I corrected myself. "And ... he didn't trust his kids, who were the gods. So, um, Kronos ate them, right? But his wife hid baby Zeus, and gave Kronos a rock to eat instead. And later, when Zeus grew up, he tricked his dad, Kronos, into barfing up his brothers and sisters—"

"Eeew!" said one of the girls behind me.

"—and so there was this big fight between the gods and the Titans," I continued, "and the gods won."

Some snickers from the group.

Behind me, Nancy Bobofit mumbled to a friend, "Like we're going to use this in real life. Like it's going to say on our job applications, 'Please explain why Kronos ate his kids.'"

"And why, Mr. Jackson," Brunner said, "to paraphrase Miss Bobofit's excellent question, does this matter in real life?"

"Busted," Grover muttered.

"Shut up," Nancy hissed, her face even brighter red than her hair.

At least Nancy got packed, too. Mr. Brunner was the only one who ever caught her saying anything wrong. He had radar ears.

I thought about his question, and shrugged. "I don't know, sir."

"I see." Mr. Brunner looked disappointed. "Well, half credit, Mr. Jackson. Zeus did indeed feed Kronos a mixture of mustard and wine, which made him disgorge his other five children, who, of course, being immortal gods, had been living and growing up completely undigested in the Titan's stomach. The gods defeated their father, sliced him to pieces with his own scythe, and scattered his remains in Tartarus, the darkest part of the Underworld. On that happy note, it's time for lunch. Mrs. Dodds, would you lead us back outside?"

The class drifted off, the girls holding their stomachs, the guys pushing each other around and acting like doofuses.

Grover and I were about to follow when Mr. Brunner said, "Mr. Jackson."

I knew that was coming.

I told Grover to keep going. Then I turned toward Mr. Brunner. "Sir?"

Mr. Brunner had this look that wouldn't let you go— intense brown eyes that could've been a thousand years old and had seen everything.

"You must learn the answer to my question," Mr. Brunner told me.

"About the Titans?"

"About real life. And how your studies apply to it."

"Oh."

"What you learn from me," he said, "is vitally important. I expect you to treat it as such. I will accept only the best from you, Percy Jackson."

I wanted to get angry, this guy pushed me so hard.

I mean, sure, it was kind of cool on tournament days, when he dressed up in a suit of Roman armor and shouted: "What ho!'" and challenged us, sword-point against chalk, to run to the board and name every Greek and Roman person who had ever lived, and their mother, and what god they worshipped. But Mr. Brunner expected me to be as good as everybody else, despite the fact that I have dyslexia and attention deficit disorder and I had never made above a C– in my life. No—he didn't expect me to be as good; he expected me to be better. And I just couldn't learn all those names and facts, much less spell them correctly.

I mumbled something about trying harder, while Mr. Brunner took one long sad look at the stele, like he'd been at this girl's funeral.

He told me to go outside and eat my lunch.

The class gathered on the front steps of the museum, where we could watch the foot traffic along Fifth Avenue.

Overhead, a huge storm was brewing, with clouds blacker than I'd ever seen over the city. I figured maybe it was global warming or something, because the weather all across New York state had been weird since Christmas. We'd had massive snow storms, flooding, wildfires from lightning strikes. I wouldn't have been surprised if this was a hurricane blowing in.

Nobody else seemed to notice. Some of the guys were pelting pigeons with Lunchables crackers. Nancy Bobofit was trying to pickpocket something from a lady's purse, and, of course, Mrs. Dodds wasn't seeing a thing.

Grover and I sat on the edge of the fountain, away from the others. We thought that maybe if we did that, everybody wouldn't know we were from that school—the school for loser freaks who couldn't make it elsewhere.

"Detention?" Grover asked.

"Nah," I said. "Not from Brunner. I just wish he'd lay off me sometimes. I mean—I'm not a genius."

Grover didn't say anything for a while. Then, when I thought he was going to give me some deep philosophical comment to make me feel better, he said, "Can I have your apple?"

I didn't have much of an appetite, so I let him take it.

I watched the stream of cabs going down Fifth Avenue, and thought about my mom's apartment, only a little ways uptown from where we sat. I hadn't seen her since Christmas. I wanted so bad to jump in a taxi and head home. She'd hug me and be glad to see me, but she'd be disappointed, too. She'd send me right back to Yancy, remind me that I had to try harder, even if this was my sixth school in six years and I was probably going to be kicked out again. I wouldn't be able to stand that sad look she'd give me.

This might be late but, Merry Christmas to all of my horny weeblets and readers! Unfortunately all of you have been bad kids by not given suggestions for my story, so no chapter for you!

Onto other matters, I've been getting complaints about Luxion getting nerfed. And you're all probably thinking, 'How the shit do you nerf a god?'

Well it's actually pretty easy if you consider that he is still a newborn god who doesn't even have his divinity yet and is still relying on Liz, The System.

I'll be making some changes though.

1. All the gods and goddesses currently known (like Origin, Selene, Time and Death) shall be changed into Embodiments. I'll be going back to every chapter and fixing it, don't worry 

2. I've decided to pick up the pace for the Potterverse, because I can't wait to move onto other worlds. So I'll be fusing Year 3 and Year 4 into a single volume.

3. This is related to the Embodiment thing. Luxion will stay as a Primordial Chaos God and not 'Primordial Chaos Embodiment', because frankly, that's just dumb. There is a difference between gods and Embodiments in my novels omniverse. There can be MULTIPLE types of the SAME god, but there is ONLY ONE type of each Embodiment. For example, there are gods that rule over certain domains in different religions. 

For example: Nut, the Egyptian sky Goddess. Zeus, Greek sky God. Jupiter, Roman sky God.

Do you all understand? There will be gods from different religions that rule over the same domain.

But there will be only one Embodiment! It is and always will be impossible to have more than one Embodiment of the same kind/type. So unfortunately, Luxion won't be an Embodiment... for now.

So this will be all the changes. Stay safe and enjoy your Christmas, for those who haven't yet.

Luxion was a lonely 15 year old, who unfortunately died. Luckily for him, he received the opportunity to reincarnate with a few wishes. Unexpectedly, the catch was that he had to marry the daughter of the Origin Embodiment, Lady Fate herself.

-Note-

* MC will be OP
* MC will be goofball
* MC will have harem
* MC is Chaotic-neutral and will be kind to friends/family, but ruthless to enemies or anyone who will directly antagonise him. 
* MC won't start attacking someone for stupid reasons and will not directly fight unless he's friends/family are threatened.
* MC will do stuff on a whim, even if it's considered evil or unorthodox to others, but this will rarely happen.
* If you don't want MC who can solve most problems with ease, then leave.
* There will be times when the MC is nerfed at important events in order for plot development.

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