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The Librarian Who Accidentally Raised the Seven Calamities In a world where talent is everything, Cael von Reinhart was born a void. No mana, no potential, and most disturbingly—no voice. Abandoned by his father and exiled to the dustiest corners of the Great Duchy’s library, the world saw a useless mute. But they were wrong. Inside Cael’s mind, an ancient lock had clicked open: [The Great Archive of Ruin]. To the world, he is a fragile boy who cannot speak. To the System, he is the only Librarian capable of recording the end of existence. His task? To find and raise seven broken children who are destined to become the villains that destroy the world. "I don’t want to be a hero, and I certainly don't want to be a god," Cael thought, his face a mask of cold indifference. "I just wanted to read in peace." Little did he know, every time he turned a page, the world trembled in fear of the 'Silent Sovereign.'

Set in an alternate 1830s world of steam, machinery, magic and hidden horrors. Who truly holds power? Those who awaken… or those who are chosen? Felix Corwin wakes up with no memory of the past month, a mysterious stopwatch in hand, and a journal containing cryptic warnings. Beneath the surface of the industrial world, the Awakened walk unseen, bearing mandates that grant power at a horrifying cost that accompanies wielding it. Dragged into something he does not understand, Felix is forced through the fractured lives of others, reliving them, changing them, or being consumed by them. With each descent, his sense of self erodes, blurring the line between survival and madness. The deeper he goes, the closer he comes to a truth that has long been rewritten. He had already died once This time… it might stay that way. These are the records of Anonymous. * * * Weekly Uploads on Tuesdays and Fridays Feel free to join my official Discord server, where I post regular updates on my work and upcoming releases. https://discord.gg/nCRg3TY5fH

Warning: This fiction contains: Graphic Violence Profanity Sensitive Content Power is never free. It is paid for in blood, memory, and choice. Five hundred years after the fall of the God Emperors, a boy named Eklavya walks a path stripped of protection, inheritance, and certainty. He leaves behind clan safety not for glory, but for responsibility—unaware that his body carries memories his mind has long buried. This is not a light power fantasy. Cultivation here is brutal, political, and unforgiving. Strength is earned through loss, survival, and restraint. As ancient enemies stir and hidden truths claw their way to the surface, Eklavya is forced to confront a question greater than power itself: What kind of man survives long enough to claim revenge? Dark cultivation, slow-burning emotion, ruthless battles, and a tragic, escalating journey against fate itself. Read Against the Eternity—where survival is a choice, and eternity is the enemy. Note:  This is an original novel written entirely by me. It was first written in my native language and later self-translated into English, so you may notice slight variations in phrasing or flow.”

In a world where power means authority, everyone strives to become stronger. Wang Han is no different; he shares the same general goal: to grow stronger. But he's not exceptional, merely the nephew of a third-tier clan leader, with talent that wouldn't even be considered average by the standards of a simple empire. He has only one advantage, or perhaps two. He uses his intellect in a world where many think with their muscles, and he disregards the means to achieve his goals. Is it possible for someone like him to reach the top of the world as he hopes? Follow Wang Han's journey to the summit... or the abyss.

While reading novels have you wondered what would happen if you were to be put in one? I am sure you have, but let me ask you one more thing- will you survive? would the plans you have made work ? if they do will you be able to pay the cost?

On the continent of Af-Ri, nine kingdoms stand beneath one sovereign authority. Nine Salvador siblings. Nine rulers. Nine kingdoms. All bound under one man — Kaelion Salvador. They do not call him King. Because there has not been one since the age of Set. The throne sits empty by law. Only the one who awakens the Cry of the Ancestors may ascend it. Not by vote. Not by bloodline alone. By power acknowledged by the world itself. For two centuries the Cry has been silent. Until the night a child is born. His eyes bleed. The air fractures. Ancient wards tremble. And beyond Af-Ri's sacred Seal, in the dark where no living soul has stood in a hundred and fifty years, something that has been waiting finally stirs. Not in fear. In recognition. The Creeds were never extinct. They were patient. Watching. Enduring. Waiting for the return of what they were built to destroy. And one child's first breath has just told them — across every mile of stone and silence between them — that he exists. The nine rulers of Af-Ri must now stand as one. Because this is no longer a question of succession. It is survival. This is not the story of a boy growing stronger. It is the story of a continent that must hold together long enough for a king to be ready — and an enemy that has waited two centuries learning exactly how to make sure he never gets the chance. The Cry has spoken. The world has heard it. What comes next has been planned for longer than any of them have been alive

A cruel guy gets reincarnated into a merciless world, empowered with the power of the Sun, in the palm of his hands. This is the journey of a trainee-lunatic’s descent into madness as he does what Reincarnators do best in an open world. They cause chaos.

For thousands of years, the government lied, kept us hostage, and sold us unknowingly. Little did we know that these times would be the best for us all. The High-Bloods came through the firmament that veiled us in snow, and conquered everything. They shattered our false freedom, burned flesh from our bones, and feasted on us for sport. They enslaved us to be chained beyond Earth's soil—Hemorion, they call it their home. Now, we are forced into a society ruled by blood, where Kingdoms, slaves, and the deaths of beloved are as common as the light from Helios, one of their deities. Yet, whenever my eyelids close, I still see red—the light of us all stolen ... my brother’s and my own dying. But as my blood is red, my hope burns forever. I will kill them all. Note: this is a rewritten version of my already published first Volume, "Red Eclipse," of "Origins of Blood," and thus will be a revised edition with changes throughout the entire story, including prose, characters, worldbuilding, powersystem, and other elements.