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In the virtual world of [Epoch] history, myth, and legend merge into one impossible reality. Every player awakens the legacy of an ancestor, gaining their powers, memories, and titles. But Mir’s bloodline is different. His ancestor’s name is sealed. His title is hidden behind a curse. And unlike other players, Dobromir is forbidden from revealing the truth, even when he himself does not know what that truth is. Guided only by fragments of memories, corrupted titles, and a system that seems afraid of his bloodline, Dobromir must delve deeper into Epoch’s fantastic world to uncover the identity of the one who came before him. But the more he learns, the more he realizes that his ancestor’s history is not trapped inside the game. Somehow, it is connected to reality itself.

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.

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

Helia had spent her life in the shadow of her elegant and charming best friend, Elysia. Guided by strangely vivid dreams, she eventually discovered that the friendship that had shaped so much of her life was not what she had believed it to be. Seeking clarity and a sense of purpose, she turns to the one thing that has always grounded her: science. As the empire faces a crisis with deadly creatures spreading an unknown venom, she's determined to prove her worth and break free from her past by throwing herself into finding a cure. With each discovery, she uncovers more than she ever expected, and the pieces of her world begin to shift.

He wakes in mud, bleeding and weak, surrounded by screaming peasants. Moments later, he dies. Once a man from modern Earth, he is reborn as a nameless peasant in the Kingdom of Aldwyne just in time to be crushed in a rebellion doomed from the start. Yet death is not the end. Each time he falls, the world pulls him back to the same moment, forcing him to relive the massacre again and again. Survival shifts the rules. Escape changes the return point. And with every reset, he remembers. In a kingdom ruled by ruthless lords and sanctified cruelty, a single peasant begins to learn how the system works and how it can be broken. He cannot overpower his enemies. He cannot outrun fate forever. But he can die trying. And he never forgets. .. I based this story on the 1514 Hungarian Peasant Revolt. so, if you know some things about that you might guess some of the earlier plots

Not many people can claim to have served in eight wars, and even fewer can claim to have conquered death itself. Duncan Ward has done both. After seeing the horrors of World War I, Duncan, an eternally youthful witch doctor, has given up completely on humanity and sworn never to intervene in their matters again. But when he is abruptly invited to the funeral of an old war comrade he once saved, Duncan finds himself dragged back into the affairs of men… and the supernatural. Joining hands with the late veteran’s daughter, they race against time to uncover a plot that could drastically change the course of history.