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Manish Bansal
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The Forsaken Heir of Ten Thousand Realms

The Forsaken Heir of Ten Thousand Realms

Born from a forbidden union between a mortal man and a divine Phoenix heiress, the twins Arin and Lyra should never have existed. Their birth shattered ancient laws, awakened an old prophecy, and ignited fear across the realms. To preserve their so-called “pure bloodline,” the Phoenix Clan tore their family apart—imprisoning their father, dragging their mother back in chains, and abandoning the newborn twins in the filth of the mortal slums. But fate refused to let them die. Growing up hunted, starved, and betrayed, Arin becomes steel—cold, determined, and shaped by the cruelty he endures. Lyra becomes flame—gentle yet powerful, carrying a divine spark she can barely control. Together, they survive the darkness that was meant to erase them. Whispers of their lineage spread. Hidden masters begin to watch. Ancient clans—Dragons, Spirits, Angels, Wolves—feel a surge in the balance of power. And in the depths of the realms, enemies who once feared the prophecy awaken. As Arin vows to reclaim the life stolen from them and Lyra searches for the truth behind their parents’ disappearance, the twins face a universe determined to decide their destiny. But destiny bends for no one—except those strong enough to break it. Their journey is one of power, betrayal, forbidden love, brutal cultivation, and cosmic war. The twins who should not exist will rise to stand above all realms—or burn them to ash.
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Chapter: Chapter 45 - Mira and Elira Fight Beside Him
The forest answered Arin’s stand with motion.The Spirit Envoy stepped out of the trees as if he had never left, robes unruffled, expression unchanged. The cultists followed at a measured distance, their formation looser now, confident. They had felt the resistance flare and judged it insufficient.The Envoy’s gaze fixed on Arin first.“So,” he said calmly, “you choose defiance.”Arin did not move. The faint shadow-armour shimmered across his shoulders and chest, breathing with him. It was thin. Incomplete. But it held.“I choose time,” Arin replied.The Envoy’s eyes flicked to Lyra, then back. “Time runs out.”Mira did not wait for another word.She roared and charged, injured leg screaming, but carrying her forward anyway. Her club came down in a brutal arc meant to shatter bone and certainty alike. The strike hit the Envoy’s barrier with a thunderous crack that rattled the trees.The barrier bowed.Not much.But enough.Mira grinned through pain. “Good. You feel it.”Elira moved at
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Chapter: Chapter 44 - Arin’s Desperate Stand
The forest did not return to normal after the cult withdrew.The air remained strained, like a breath held too long. Leaves no longer rustled naturally. Even the light filtering through the canopy felt cautious, as though the world itself had learned fear.Arin stood where he had fallen, Lyra still in his arms.She was conscious now, but shaken, her fingers curled tightly into his shirt as if letting go would invite the cult back into existence. Her phoenix glow had receded to a dim, uneasy pulse, no longer flaring—but not at peace either.“They’ll come again,” Mira said quietly.She was on her feet now, leaning heavily on her club, leg trembling but stubbornly upright. Dirt streaked her face. Anger burned behind her eyes.Elira did not argue. She scanned the trees, listening to what lingered after danger had passed. “Yes. And next time, they won’t probe.”Arin knew that already.The Spirit Envoy’s calm certainty had been worse than any threat. That had not been an attack. It had been
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Chapter: Chapter 43 - The Spirit-Seeking Cult Returns
Hope never lasted long.Arin felt it fracture the moment the River of First Light slipped behind them, its glow fading into memory. The land hardened again, colour draining back into the muted tones of the wildlands. Even Lyra’s steps, stronger now, carried a faint echo of unease.Something was following.He did not say it aloud at first. He watched. Listened. Counted heartbeats between sounds.Elira sensed it soon after. Her pace slowed, posture shifting subtly as her attention spread outward. Mira noticed last, when the air thickened enough to press against her lungs.“Don’t tell me,” Mira muttered. “I can feel it crawling.”Lyra’s fingers tightened around Arin’s sleeve. “They’re close.”The wind shifted.Chanting rolled through the trees.It was not the desperate cadence of the cultists they had faced before. This was measured, disciplined, resonant. Each syllable carried weight, layered with intent and control.The Spirit-Seeking Cult had returned.Figures emerged from the forest
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Chapter: Chapter 42 - The River of First Light
The land changed before the river appeared.Arin felt it long before he saw anything with his eyes. The wildlands that had pressed in on them for days—dry, starving, stripped of colour—began to soften. The ground no longer cracked beneath their steps. The air grew lighter, cooler, carrying a faint scent that reminded Arin of rain that had never fallen.“This way,” he said quietly, stopping at a fork where no path should exist.Mira frowned. “There’s nothing here.”“I know,” Arin replied. “But it’s here.”Elira studied him for a moment, then nodded. “I feel it too. The pressure is different.”Lyra leaned against Arin, weak but alert. Her skin still carried a subtle warmth, but the wild flare had dulled into a painful, restless ember. She closed her eyes briefly, then whispered, “It’s calling.”They followed the pull through a narrow stretch of stone where shadows bent strangely, not stretching with the light but folding inward. The farther they walked, the quieter the world became. Ins
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Chapter: Chapter 41 - Arin’s First Plea to the Voices
Night fell unevenly after Lyra’s collapse.The air still smelled of scorched bark and sap, the ground blackened in a wide circle around where she lay wrapped in Mira’s cloak. Her breathing was shallow but steady now, each rise and fall a fragile promise that she had not burned away from the inside.Arin sat beside her, unmoving.His injured arm throbbed with a deep, insistent pain, skin tight and blistered beneath crude bandages. He barely felt it. Every sense he had was fixed on the small rhythm of Lyra’s breath, on the faint glow beneath her skin that pulsed like a restrained star.Elira stood watch a short distance away, silent and alert. Mira paced, restless, anger simmering beneath worry. Neither spoke.Arin did not trust himself to speak.The fear came in waves now that the crisis had passed, hitting harder because there was no action left to take. He had held her together by instinct and desperation, but instinct was not a plan. Next time, he might not be enough.There would be
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Chapter: Chapter 40 - Lyra’s First Fevered Transformation
Lyra collapsed without warning.One moment, she was walking beside Arin, steps small but steady, fingers curled around his sleeve. Next, her knees buckled as if the ground had vanished beneath her. Arin caught her just before her head struck the dirt, the sudden weight knocking the breath from his lungs.“Lyra,” he said sharply. “Lyra, look at me.”Her body burned.Not like a fever. Not like illness.Like a furnace sealed beneath skin.Arin hissed and nearly let go, shock jolting through his palms. Heat radiated from her chest and back in waves, growing stronger by the second. Her breath came in short, panicked gasps, eyes unfocused and glassy.“Arin,” she whispered. “It hurts.”Mira swore and rushed over, injured leg forgotten. “She’s cooking.”Elira was already kneeling, hands hovering but not touching. “This is not a sickness.”Lyra arched suddenly, a strangled cry tearing from her throat. Golden light flared beneath her skin, tracing branching patterns along her spine and shoulder
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Reborn With Infinite Supplies System in Apocalypse

Reborn With Infinite Supplies System in Apocalypse

In the first apocalypse timeline, he trusted the wrong people, gave away what little he had, and was betrayed when food became more valuable than human life. Death came quietly—without heroism, without meaning. Then time rewound. Kyle wakes minutes before the world collapses, reborn with all his memories intact—and a system no one else possesses: the Infinite Supplies System. Food. Water. Weapons. A private Paradise Space untouched by ruin. But abundance comes with a rule carved in cold logic: nothing is free. Supplies can only be unlocked through Emotional Function Points. As cities fall and boys’ survivor zones are wiped out, a sealed girls’ campus becomes an island of desperation. Kyle alone can move freely through the apocalypse. He doesn’t force obedience. He waits. Hunger does the work. Cleaning earns meals. Labor earns water. Emotion—fear, shame, gratitude, desire—determines how much. Six girls stand at the center of this fragile balance: a campus beauty hiding terror behind smiles, an ice-cold strategist who refuses to beg, a fallen heiress desperate to reclaim control, an arrogant provocateur who thrives on chaos, a kind healer who sacrifices herself too easily, and a hardened survivor who refuses to be owned. Between them, alliances form and fracture. Submission becomes strategy. Strategy becomes betrayal. Kyle’s relationships with them are never simple. He is their provider, their ruler, their shield—and, increasingly, their moral problem. As the system rewards cruelty more efficiently than kindness, Kyle begins to realize a terrifying truth: the system doesn’t care about survival. It cares about consumption. When outside survivor factions finally make contact and the system escalates beyond Kyle’s control, he is forced to choose—declare himself sovereign over a starving world, or challenge the very system that keeps everyone alive. And the system is already watching how he decides.
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Chapter: Chapter 11 - Weapons Unlock
The first gunshot echoed through the ruins like a lie.Too loud. Too desperate. Fired by someone who believed noise still meant authority.I crouched on the rooftop across from the sports complex and watched the chaos unfold exactly as I had predicted. The barricades had failed. The boys’ group was breaking apart from the inside, panic shredding whatever formation they’d pretended to have.Zombies poured in through the gaps like water finding cracks.I haven’t moved yet.Timing mattered.A man fell near the entrance, pipe slipping from his hands as three infected descended on him. Screams ripped through the air, raw and animal. The girls who had followed the boys stumbled backwards, faces pale, mouths open in disbelief.This was the moment hope died.The system pulsed in my peripheral vision.Combat Authority detected.Exclusive User Privilege confirmed.Weapon Module unlocked.A second panel slid open beside it, crisp and precise.Available Arsenal:Handguns × UnlimitedAmmunition ×
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Chapter: Chapter 10 - Rescue That Never Came
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Chapter: Chapter 9 - The Six
I didn’t choose them at random.That was the mistake people always made when they talked about power. They imagined instinct, impulse, desire. They imagined chaos. But real leverage came from selection.I watched the campus for an entire afternoon before I made a single move.From the shadowed upper floor of a half-collapsed lecture building across the street, I could see the sealed gates, the patrol paths improvised by the girls inside, the way groups formed and dissolved as hunger gnawed at patience. Fear had stabilised into something quieter now. Calculation. Resentment. Hope twisted thin.Hunger sharpened personalities.That was what I was testing.The first was obvious.

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Chapter: Chapter 8 - Nothing Is Free
Rhea arrived exactly the way I expected.Alone. Upright. Eyes sharp enough to cut. Hunger is hidden behind posture.She stopped a few steps away from me, just outside the shadow of the broken awning where I stood. The street between us was empty, littered with debris and the faint smell of blood that never quite went away anymore.“Kyle,” she said. No greeting. No hesitation.I studied her without answering.In my first life, I would have looked away under a stare like that. Now I let the silence stretch until it became uncomfortable. Until she noticed.She did.“You have food,” she said. Not a question.

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Chapter: Chapter 7 - Rumors About Him
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Chapter: Chapter 6 - Monopoly
The city died faster than I remembered.That was the first thing I noticed as I moved through the streets—how little resistance there was. In my first life, panic had stretched things out. People argued. Organized. Pretended order still mattered. This time, the collapse was efficient, like a body shutting down unnecessary systems to preserve the brain.Shutters were half-lowered. Doors hung open. Glass crunched under my shoes.I walked alone.The air smelled wrong already—metallic, sour, layered with smoke and something sweeter beneath it. Rot is beginning its quiet work. Sirens were gone. Power flickered in patches, some buildings lit, others already dark, as if the grid itself were deciding who deserved a future.I didn’
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Reincarnated as the Dragon Who Needed a Harem

Reincarnated as the Dragon Who Needed a Harem

I wasn’t reborn pure. I wasn’t reborn righteous. I was reborn unfinished. In a fractured fantasy world where cultivation advances through Marital Arts, power is forged through soul-bonds—vows that can elevate partners together or enslave them forever. Strength is no longer solitary. Love, betrayal, and shared destiny decide who ascends. Aren Valen awakens as the weakest outer disciple of the Azure Pact, carrying memories that should have died with him. In a past life, he was the Dragon Sovereign, erased at the brink of ascension by those he trusted most. Now, his Dragon Core is shattered and sealed, immune to orthodox cultivation. It awakens only through bonds freely chosen—not forced, not stolen. As ancient Dragon Veins stir, cultivation laws begin to collapse. Sects fall overnight. Empires rise on corrupted Marital Arrays that chain partners instead of empowering them. Defying all doctrine, Aren unlocks the forbidden Dragon Marital Codex, a path where power is shared without submission. Each bond awakens a Dragon aspect—Wrath, Wisdom, Dominion, Mercy—at a cost paid in trust and blood. Fate draws powerful women into his orbit: a sword cultivator haunted by memories of loving a Dragon, a rogue spirit alchemist hungry for forbidden truth, a fallen imperial princess seeking control, and a beast-blood warrior torn between instinct and reason. They are allies, rivals, and potential betrayers. But the past has returned. Aren’s former betrayers have reincarnated too, now ruling the new era—and they intend to erase him again by turning his own bonds against him. The Dragon needed a harem. The world is about to learn why.
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Chapter: Chapter 10 — The Vein Beneath the Sect
POV: ArenThe wall did not explode.It peeled open.Stone split with a long, grinding sigh, as if the mountain itself had grown tired of holding its breath. Aren barely had time to recoil before the cracked surface gave way entirely. The ground beneath his feet vanished, and he fell.This time, there was no chain to stop him.Air rushed past his ears as darkness swallowed him whole. Aren twisted instinctively, curling his body to protect his head. He struck something hard, then slid, then struck again. Pain bloomed across his shoulder and ribs, sharp enough to steal his breath.Then the fall ended.Aren lay spraw
Last Updated: 2026-01-04
Chapter: Chapter 9 — Buried Alive
POV: ArenThey did not execute him again.That, more than anything, told Aren how frightened they were.The punishment pit lay beneath the eastern wing of the Azure Pact, carved deep into bedrock where light did not reach, and formations rarely failed. It was not a cell. Cells implied return. The pit was where inconvenient things were placed until time finished what the sect did not wish to dirty its hands completing.Aren felt the mouth of it before he saw it. A hollow absence in the air, like the world had learned to breathe around a wound.They marched him there in silence.No accusations. No pronouncements. Just the scrape of boots, the hum of suppres
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Chapter: Chapter 8 — Something Answered Him
POV: ArenThey did not cheer.They did not scream.The crowd recoiled as one, a living thing shrinking back from the shattered execution platform. Dust hung in the air, drifting slowly through the pale morning light. Broken runes flickered and died at Aren’s feet, the remnants of formations that had never failed before today.Aren stood among the ruins, chest heaving, palms trembling where they had pressed against cracked stone. The chains lay in fragments around him, dull and lifeless. He was alive.That truth felt unreal.Elder Qian was the first to move. He raised his staff sharply, the sound cracking through the plaza like a command lash. “C
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Chapter: Chapter 7 — The Bond That Was Never Intended
POV: ArenThe silence did not last.It never did, not when systems built on control were forced to confront refusal.A sharp cry tore through the outer ring of disciples, breaking the stunned stillness that followed the halted blade. Aren’s eyes flicked sideways just in time to see a young woman stumble forward from the crowd. She wore the pale grey robes of an auxiliary cultivator, one of the ritual support personnel assigned to maintain the execution array’s stability.She collapsed hard onto the stone.The formations flared in response.Aren felt it instantly. The suppression arrays beneath his feet surged, panicking, overcorrecting as if t
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Chapter: Chapter 6 — Execution Requires Silence
POV: ArenDawn arrived without colour.The sky above the Azure Pact was a thin, washed grey, as if even the heavens had decided not to bear witness. The execution platform rose at the centre of the outer plaza, a circular slab of black stone etched with suppression arrays so old they had been carved directly into the mountain’s spine. Frost clung to its edges. Not from cold, but from restraint.Aren was chained at its centre.The chains were different from any he had worn before. Heavy. Absolute. Each link was engraved with severance runes designed to isolate a cultivator from every source of strength—meridians, core, intent. They did not hurt. They erased.As the final clasp locked ar
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