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A Sword Cultivator's Odyssey

This fanfiction is purely fictional with little to no relevance to reality! Synopsis: Born in a remote village of the Heaven Dou Empire, Li Cangyuan begins life with nothing—no noble lineage, no powerful sect backing, and no hidden talent. Orphaned at a young age and raised under the quiet protection of the village chief, his fate seems sealed the moment he awakens his martial soul: an ordinary sword, accompanied by a meager innate soul power of level three. In a world where talent determines destiny, he is marked as insignificant. Yet destiny is not absolute. On the brink of a life doomed to mediocrity, Li Cangyuan awakens the Interdimensional Adventurer System—a mysterious force that grants him the ability to traverse other realities, from distant worlds to unfamiliar laws of power. Each journey comes with perilous missions, unforgiving trials, and rewards that defy the natural order of Douluo Dalu. With every completed mission, he tempers his sword, sharpens his will, and forges a path that no prophecy ever foresaw. What begins as survival becomes ambition. What begins as a weak blade becomes a weapon capable of cutting through fate itself. From a forgotten village to the summit of the Douluo Continent to beyond, Li Cangyuan will walk the solitary path of the strongest—one world at a time. _________________________________________________________________________________ cover image credit: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/362258363798872071/
Nobody75 · 88.5k Views

BINGED: Reincarnated as an OP

“Freedom,” Ren cried, falling to his knees. “That's all I wanted. I wanted to be free, to live happily with Reena, to have a life… my life.” “I never wanted all of these! I never wanted to be special… or powerful or…” his voice trailed off. “I never wanted to fulfill any freaking prophecy! I never wanted to be everyone's target, having blades at my throat.” “I… I just wanted to be Ren. Nothing more, just simply living.” “We both want the same thing, Ren,” Faerin said, calmly, kneeling on one knee in front of him. She touched his cheeks and a golden aura glowed from it, “We can change that together, forever.” *** Ren, an orphaned slave working in the toxic particle mines of the Outliers, receives a death sentence when he turns Rancid and is on the verge of becoming one of the wild monsters known as Binged. Becoming a Rancid was the last thing anyone in his world would wish for; it was the very corruption that was spreading across cities like wildfire and turning them into demonic monsters. For some, it also came with a blessing—a chance to be Awakened with amazing powers. For Ren, it was a chance to change his life and find his sister, yet fate had other plans for him. Pressed by a purpose he knows nothing about, and gifted with the power of flaming cards, he becomes everyone's target, chased around the entire city for something far deeper than committing a crime. Everyone believes Ren had been marked by an ancient Seraph and was to bring destruction once again to the world. Yet, they do not know that Ren was being granted a very daunting purpose to end Rancidity, the very corruption that has eaten up the entire world and put an end to the monsters and demons taking over the world.
RayShadow · 5.3k Views

Warcraft: The Light alone cannot save Azeroth

The Light alone cannot save Azeroth. No one can. They whisper these words like gospel, like inevitable truth carved into stone. WHO decided that? Who appointed fate as our master? Who crowned despair as our king? I was once a prince who believed in salvation through obedience. Through the Light. Through duty to crown and clergy. Through blind faith in powers greater than myself. And I learned a bitter lesson: the gods do not fight our wars. The heavens do not bleed for us. But I have shed that weakness like a serpent sheds its skin. Azeroth does not need saviors who kneel and pray. It does not need heroes who defer to prophecy and hope for divine intervention. It needs those willing to seize POWER—the power of conviction, of will, of absolute determination—and wield it without hesitation, without apology, without the paralyzing doubt of lesser men. I have seen what humanity is capable of when we stop asking permission. When we stop waiting for the Light to guide us. When we decide that OUR strength, OUR choice, OUR sacrifice will be enough. So I say this to every soul that hears me: We will not be saved by distant gods or ancient prophecies or the benevolence of forces we cannot control. We will be saved by OURSELVES. By conviction. By the refusal to accept defeat as destiny. By the recognition that WE are the authors of Azeroth's fate. The question is not whether we CAN save Azeroth. The question is whether we have the strength to decide that WE WILL, and to become the warriors, the leaders, the sacrifice that this world demands. That is the path of a true prince of Lordaeron. That is our burden. That is our glory. Of Humanity! This is not the same translation as my other one, New Dawn of Lordaeron. 魔兽:圣光救不了艾泽拉斯
AinzOoalG0wn · 389.1k Views