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Ascension Of The Unremarkable

In the town of Verneville, where magic reigns supreme, Eryndor Thorne's life is forever changed by loss. Orphaned at a young age after his parents' tragic death, his grandfather, the wise and powerful mage, Arinthal Thorne, became his guardian. Arinthal's love and guidance helped Eryndor to know more about magic, but his grandfather's recent passing has left Eryndor consumed by an insatiable hunger for power. Determined to honor his family's legacy and become strong enough to protect himself and those he cares about, Eryndor was admitted in the prestigious Argentum Magic Academy after passing their extreme exams with the knowledge he has gained from his grandfather teachings and was relegated to class d the lowest-ranking class. This esteemed institution is renowned for producing the most talented mages and archmages in the realm, and Eryndor sees it as the key to unlocking his true potential.      Eryndor is unexpectedly granted a mysterious System, known as "The Arcane Engine." As Eryndor delves deeper into the world of magic, he must navigate the complex web of academy's politics, master his newfound powers, and confront the darkness within himself. With the System's guidance, Eryndor will stop at nothing to achieve his goal of becoming the most powerful archmage in the realm. But as he rises through the ranks, he will face formidable challenges, unexpected alliances, and the blurred lines between ambition and morality. Will Eryndor's thirst for power consume him, or will he find a way to balance his desires with the greater good?       The Engine's cold, calculated words hung in the air: "I'm sorry, but I won't be much help at this point. Your current level is insufficient to overcome this enemy."       "What....?"
THE_TERA · 2k Views

Rebuilding the World: From the Demonic Forest, Alongside Players?

On the shattered continent of Thalwen, two empires —Elyndar, the proud human flame, and Varkhazeth, the demonic abyss— wage war for control of a world that does not belong to them. Centuries ago, both races invaded Drunai through interdimensional portals, exterminating the native monsters due to their ability to evolve. Now trapped, humans and demons rule the world with an iron fist, dreaming of reopening the gates to their homelands. But in a third, forgotten territory —the Demonic Forest— beasts evolve freely, nourished by mana so dense it hangs in the air like fog. It is there that the protagonist awakens: the last survivor of her race, who, without wanting or seeking it, acquires a system meant to help her reclaim her world... by bringing even more invaders? Meanwhile, in another techno-magical and dystopian world, humans live under the oppression of aliens who drain their mana and life energy. A virtual reality game becomes their only path to freedom. Unbeknownst to them, these two worlds are connected by something deeper: their races must reclaim their lands from the invaders... Will it be the final destruction… or the beginning of a reconstruction alongside the players? A world of evolution, betrayal, runes, emotional magic, and interdimensional wars is about to begin. 200 Power Stones = 1 Extra Chapter 200 Collections = 1 Extra Chapter 10 Reviews = 1 Extra Chapter The image isn't mine I will be posting this story on RoyalRoad.com
YoDarki · 10.2k Views

Reborn As A Villainous Cannon Fodder

I died as a hardcore gamer, only to open my eyes in a cultivation fantasy I once played. Not as the hero. Not even as a helpful mentor. or a big villian... But as the cannon fodder destined to die before the first act even concludes. I recognize this world instantly—the sprawling mansions of nobility, the immortal sects hidden in misty mountains, the power hierarchy where cultivators stand above common folk. I've played through this story dozens of times, defeated every hidden boss, unlocked every secret ending. And now I'm trapped inside it, wearing the skin of the game's first villain. My position? The worthless young master of a prestigious family, universally despised yet secretly possessing a dormant bloodline that nobody in-game ever discovered because this character dies too quickly. But something is wrong. Characters are behaving differently than they did in the game. Events are unfolding in unexpected ways. The cold beauty who should immediately despise me seems strangely interested in my skills. The vixen villianess who orchestrated my demise now studies me with curiosity. Is my presence changing the storyline? Or was there always more to this world than what players could see through their screens? With each deviation from the script I memorized, my meta-knowledge becomes less reliable. Yet it remains my greatest weapon as I navigate political intrigue, forge unlikely alliances, and desperately work to awaken powers that were never meant to be unlocked by a character designed only to die. I refuse to be expendable. I reject the role assigned to me. In a world where destiny is supposedly predetermined, I will rewrite the algorithm itself—or break the entire system trying.
haytham_ · 1.1m Views