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He was arguing that free will exists when the world ended. One move from winning. A stone between his fingers. His oldest rival across the board, insisting that nothing anyone does is truly chosen — that every step of a man's life was laid down before he took the first. Then the room skipped, and Shen Huang woke facedown in black water on a world that had never heard of Earth. He did not panic. He counted. Wrong cold. Fog the color of a bruise. A crowd above him, waiting. Two seconds, and he understood he was dead, and elsewhere, and here on purpose. The third second was the one that should have frightened him. He was interested. In this world, power is inherited. The Vashari are born holding it — fire that follows the eye, minds that bend memory, futures read like a page. Everyone else is Nuun. The empty. The severed. Cattle with names, herded into a drowned frontier nobody else wanted. Shen Huang has no power. He will never have power. He has something worse. He has four thousand years of a dead world's warcraft locked behind his eyes — every siege, every betrayal, every annihilation history ever recorded — and he has landed among a people who have never seen a single one of them. They will call him the Nobody. Then the general. Then the King of the Empty. And when they finally find a word for what he is, it will not be a title. It will be a curse, whispered in a language older than their gods, for the thing that moves without being moved. He has done this before. He does not remember losing.

(I made the title page in googles slides, pretty cool right. NOT going to use a freaking ai covers.) In a world where different time periods are shoved together in different kingdoms..... When a god is thrown into the human world by an evil organization; now powerless, he must learn to survive. Then he realizes how bad of a god he was, not realizing the ignorance he once held. His plan goes from survival to making things write a fixing the world, starting with the evil organization. When he realizes he does not have nearly enough power to do anything himself, he needs the help of others, and finds a group with a common goal, but he does not realize what he's getting himself into.

A bastard named Li Jihan fights in an underground fighting establishment to make a living. In his spare time, he bets all the money he earns. Exhausted by this life, Li strives to get out of it. Li is a young adult in a life full of mistakes and frustrations. With the help of his teacher, he finally seizes a chance for redemption. Now, contacted by a mysterious man, he sets off for a new world, aiming to improve himself and fight against the dark forces plaguing Erebus. This is the story of how Jihan, who came from nothing, ended up in Erebus, a fantasy world haunted by dark forces. Will the boy survive and reach the top of this new world?

Have you ever read a novel with such a terrible ending that you wished you could rewrite the story and give the characters you loved the happy ending they truly deserved? I was just another failed author, writing stories that nobody read and that never sold. Seeking to improve my craft, I picked up the most popular novel of the time, “Solo Player”, hoping to learn what made it so successful. Yet as I read, frustration grew inside me. The story’s development was promising, but its ending was truly awful. Then, quite bitterly, the moment I finished the book, I found myself transmigrated into its world. Did I become the protagonist? A villain? Or perhaps even an extra? No. It was far worse than I could have imagined. I had become the most worthless character in the entire novel, someone nobody ever cared about. A character readers saw only as fuel for the protagonist’s growth, his greatest burden, and the person every reader hated. “I’m the protagonist’s sister…” However, with my complete knowledge of the novel’s events, my worthlessness was about to change. I had decided not only to become the strongest but also to rewrite the story’s terrible ending. “I won’t let you go inside a dungeon. It’s too dangerous.” …As long as I could get this incredibly corny and overprotective brother out of my way. And for some reason, the Constellations would not stop bothering me. [The Cosmic Throne {Butterfly That Flies Across The Universe} seems interested in your tenacity!] [She has sponsored 1,000,000 Plot Points and the [Demon of Calamity Transformation Technique (SS)] Skill!] [The Cosmic Throne {Monkey that Dances in Chaos} finds your chaotic nature amusing!] [He has thrown the [Umbral Chaos Stone Necklace (S Rank)] at you!] [Not enough? He launched the [Immortal Heaven Peach (SSS Rank)] right at your face!] There was clearly something wrong with the Constellations this time. [The Cosmic Throne {Jester Filled With Lies} is happy that you’re bringing despair to your victims!] [He has gifted you the [Jester’s Last Laugh (S Rank Privilege)] and the [Master of Manipulation (SS)] Skill!] [The Cosmic Throne {Maiden that Watches Over Nature} seems happy you’re growing stronger.] [She has gracefully sponsored you with 2,000,000 Plot Points and fully healed all your wounds!] [She has also begun to wonder if you could plant some trees for her and gifted you the [Divine World Tree Seedling (SSS Rank)]!] [The Cosmic Throne {Warrior That Seeks Calamity} is satisfied with your battle performance but demands more!] [He has sponsored you with 500,000 Plot Points and the [Beheading Sword of Destruction (SSS Rank)]!] They simply could not stop showering me with gifts, as if I were some famous streamer performing for their entertainment. “I am grateful, but please… just leave me alone already…”

In a vast, lightless void where monstrous shapes drift like silent predators in deep water, a single splash of color appears, a seventeen-year-old boy clad in white, falling endlessly through the darkness. His body is broken, one arm missing, his wounds severe. Whatever did this to him is unknown. Worse still, he remembers nothing, not who he is, not where he came from, not what happened. When he awakens, the void is gone. Instead, he finds himself in a new world, one vibrant, chaotic, and filled with people who wield strange and powerful abilities. Somehow, he possesses such power as well. As he struggles to adapt, learning the rules of this unfamiliar reality, fragments of instinct guide him where memory cannot. Yet one question lingers, haunting every step he takes: Who is he really… and what brought him here? link to the discord: https://discord.gg/3wf3yDGT4y i got art ect of my novel in the discord server incase anyone is interested in seeing it