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ARKSTORM

"Was he a man dreaming he was a butterfly? Or a butterfly dreaming he was a man?" For a century, the continent of Laurasia has been a sepulchre of ash. What was once a tranquil expanse of kingdoms and emerald forests is now a Demonic Hell, usurped by the Demon Legion. Skeletons and carcasses are the only harvest in lands where humanity once thrived. Now, the few remaining bastions of mankind flicker like dying embers against an encroaching, eldritch night. In the heart of this chaos, within the high walls of the Capital, lies the Sanctus Sanctum—the supreme echelon of Mageia and the iron fist of the Magis' Guild. Seraph was the Sanctum’s ghost. A lowly orphan whose family was slaughtered by the swarm, he lived as a frail Acomage, bullied to the brink of death by noble-born magis who used "Mageia duels" as a veil for cruelty. After a ruthless assault left him broken and coughing up poisoned blood in a desolate infirmary, the boundaries of the multiverse fractured. A mysterious soul from a dark dimension—ancient, cunning, and lethal—has merged with the dying youth. Two fates, forged into a single, unstoppable entity. Now, the boy who once fled in terror has awakened with eyes that see the hidden truths of the world—one Gold, one Azure. He possesses a knowledge of the Macrocosmic that defies the ancient laws of the Magis' Guild. Seraph is no longer the victim cowering in the shadows. He is the master of a power that even the Demon Legion will come to fear. From the blood-stained halls of the Sanctum to the frontlines of the Great War, he will not just survive. He will become the cataclysm that ends it. The butterfly has awakened from its dream. And it has brought the Storm. (⌐■_■)
TDMarches · 13.1k Views

Shadow Sovereign Of The Broken Realms

In the year 2047, Earth is dying. Mana rot devours the oceans, cities sink into black sludge, and humanity clings to survival like rats in a collapsing cage. Kael Eze is nobody. A Level 1 Scavenger. A corpse hauler. A man who drags the dead for scraps while the world ends around him. Then the sky rips open. A cold, mechanical voice echoes in every surviving soul: [Final Calibration Complete] [Earth: UNSALVAGEABLE] [Sovereign Selection Protocol — Activated] [1 candidate chosen out of 8.4 billion…] Kael is selected. Not as a hero. Not as a savior. As the lowest possible thing: a Sovereign Candidate with 0.0001% authority. Thrown into the Infinite Staircase — the Throne of Ashes — where death is permanent, mercy is myth, and the first floor alone is rated ×7 difficulty. He awakens as an infant in a crib of blackened ribs. A six-winged nightmare calls him “little calamity” and laughs as ash-eaters scent fresh sovereign flesh. But something broken inside Kael wakes up too. [Hidden Trait: Soul Devouring Gluttony (EX)] Devour anything. Become anything. Regret nothing. From the weakest newborn king at the bottom of infinity, Kael begins a ruthless climb. He consumes gods, steals bloodlines, devours worlds, and carves his name into the fabric of broken realities. Betrayed by fate, hunted by ancient horrors, cursed by the very throne he claims — he doesn’t seek redemption. He seeks dominion. Because if the universe decided he was trash… then he’ll become the monster that devours the trash-heap entire. Weakest start. Highest stakes. No mercy. No limits. Only ashes… and the sovereign who rises from them. Will the last candidate become the Last Sovereign — or just another forgotten name in the void? Tags: Dark Fantasy, System, Weak-to-Strong, Ruthless MC, Anti-Hero, Multiple Worlds, Face-Slapping, Ancient Bloodlines, Betrayal, Overpowered Growth, Apocalyptic, No Harem (yet?), Soul-Devouring, Throne Conquest Drop a heart if you’re ready for Kael to eat the multiverse one bite at a time.
Bloodrush · 28.8k Views

SSS Fusion: Idle Life of a Retired Hero

[FANTASY, RPG ELEMENTS, ACTION, ADVENTURE, COLD ML, STOIC ML, OP ML, ANTI-HERO, NO HAREM, WAR] Dante had lost count of how many worlds he’d been yeeted into. Chosen by the gods alongside a bunch of overpowered protagonists, he was snatched from his original world and forced to help save countless realms. But while the so-called "main characters" basked in glory, he was stuck in the background like an unpaid intern. As a Fusion Master, Dante’s job wasn’t to swing swords or hurl fireballs—no, he was the guy who crafted the legendary weapons, combined rare artifacts, and made sure the real heroes had all the shiny loot to look cool while saving the day. And what did he get for his tireless work? A pat on the back? Nope. A share of the rewards? Ha! Not even a participation trophy. World after world. War after war. Zero recognition. And finally, Dante decided: screw this. When he got transmigrated yet again, he took one look at the new demon-infested world and said, "Nope. Not my problem." This time, he wasn’t making swords. He wasn’t upgrading armor. He was going to live the dream. He was going to start . . . a farm! He was a farmer’s son and finished culinary school in his original world. Why risk life and limb fighting demons when he could be fusing super potatoes and legendary eggplants instead? Let the heroes save the world—he’d be over here, growing crops, living stress-free, and eat delicious food.
MiuNovels · 12k Views