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All of a sudden portals started showing up and spilling out two different kinds of creatures. Djinns and Prodigies. They didn't really care about humans, and looked at them like bugs. The achievements and technology that the humans made were taken apart by the Prodigy King. After that, humanity got to see a new world emerge from the ruins. It was eerie, this new place where the sun cast a red glow and rain fell as blood. Humans couldn’t figure out where the Prodigy King went. But they knew he had the power to bring back order. Under the rule of Djinns, human life meant nothing anymore — only strength did now.

In a universe which exists at an atemporal time, filled with infinite realms and dimensions. With an astral abyss comes the struggle for supremacy.    Races conquer the weaker species, lording over them like demigods, the quest for more resources turned the astral seas into a burial ground full with tales of wars.    In a universe filled with colossal beasts, monsters and mysteries, lies the foundation of the age in which Project Kied is based.    With the more powerful empires always thirsting and battling for more territories, they merge into leagues, orders and confederacies, to mutually channel their resources towards achieving their goals.    But a realm within the midst of this chaos suddenly disappeared as though it had never existed, its tides faded, taking along with it a race called the Nordens.    This set of lifeforms have had one basic characteristic with which they identified themselves, which is their State - Peace and Matter - Light.     Milleniums after, when their existence to the other realms had now become a myth, a child was born with a State and Matter that went against the status quo. By name Project Kied, he was confirmed to be of the State - War and Matter - Dark and Night.    Temporarily sent on exile after destroying his pillars of light, Kied finds his higher form - Equivax - while sailing the astral seas and he is trained by Equivax into becoming a cosmic pirate, who are the only form of resistance capable of challenging the feudal orders.    But Kied is fated to be more than a cosmic pirate, just as Norx Hade Zex had said, "... THE DARK CHILD OF WAR".     Will he be brave enough to pursue his destiny regardless of the trails and challenges ? Can he fearlessly grin at the death of day ? For in the beginning it was night.

Meeting his end by a women he has no memory of, Cyrus is thrust into a fate that he never asked for. If that wasn't bad enough, He cant remember a single thing about what he was tasked with doing. Can a man with no memory really tackle a foe that knows everything?

For centuries, civilizations have risen only to be harvested by the "True Founder's" automated extinction protocols disguised as gods. When the brutal civil war within their ancient valley shatters their world, siblings Japh and Lira are thrust into a desperate fight for survival. To defeat the corrupted High Warlord, Japh executes a dangerous Complete Divine Fusion with the legendary core—saving his people, but losing his human memories to a cold, unfeeling godhood in the process. Now, anchored only by Lira’s soul-weaving light-tether and her newly forged solar arc-weapon, the siblings must cross the treacherous, monster-infested Storm-Severed Ocean aboard The Aegis Vanguard. Their destination: the celestial capital of the enemy empire. There, they must uncover the terrifying truth behind the divine core, reclaim Japh's lost humanity, and unite their bloodline to shatter the planetary extinction grid before the world burns in eternal dark

> Miller lived in silence, carrying the weight of a twin lost and a past buried too deep for anyone to uncover. To his enemies, he is invisible. To his family, he is worthless. But blood does not lie — and when the truth of his lineage explodes, those who mocked him will kneel, and those who betrayed him will beg. The God of War has returned, and his enemies’ greatest mistake was underestimating him. “Watch me unleash the fury that made me a legend.” Miller muttered.

He is Fang An, the son of the legendary warrior who had withdrawn from the martial world. At first, Fang An was commanded by the gods to hunt down the Prince of Darkness, who ceaselessly spread terror across the earth. But unexpectedly, he discovered evidence of a sinister conspiracy among the gods to strip his father, Fang Yun, of the immortality that resided within his body. One day, Fang An would lead a war against the gods. It was then that he came to realize the gods were no different from humans—corrupt at heart and willing to eliminate one another in their lust for power.

Atlas Grayson returns to Daoda city after 17 years of living in the mountains. He lost most of his memory. Came back to Daoda city as a son-in-law. People consider him the worst man for not having wealth. Allison, who became his wife, even felt that Atlas was very pitiful. But with his martial and medical skills, he turns the circumstances around him on his side, he gets a lot of help from great people until something closed in the past opens up. It is …. An extraordinary figure that would never have occurred to those who belittled him.

Every January 11th the Skeleton Tower waits. A photographer steps inside chasing whispers. A candle burns. A city holds its breath. Behind the glass is something older than the Thames, patient, hungry, and smiling with too many mouths. One flame stands between London and the drowning. One choice stands between mercy and eternity. And once you light it… you never truly leave.

Theodore is a young man who dreams of making his loved ones happy. But who would have thought that making someone happy would be so difficult? Not only that, but what if everyone around him wasn't a normal human, including him?

They called me the Scourge of the Seven Realms. The Black Emperor. The man who'd conquered half the world before his thirtieth birthday. None of those titles mattered now, as I lay dying on the blood-soaked marble of my throne room. "Any last words, Damien?" High Priestess Celeste stood over me, her blade — my own sword, stolen during the battle — still dripping with my blood. Behind her, the leaders of the rebellion watched with hungry eyes, eager to see the tyrant fall. I wanted to laugh. After everything I'd done, all the kingdoms I'd conquered, all the battles I'd won, I was being killed by the woman I'd once loved. The woman I'd trusted above all others. "You won't win," I managed, blood bubbling from my lips. "The demons... they'll come regardless. You've doomed everyone." "Better the demons than you," she spat. The irony was bitter. I'd conquered the world to unite it, to prepare for the demonic invasion my visions had shown me. But fear and propaganda had turned me into a monster in their eyes. They couldn't see that everything I'd done was to save them. "So be it," I whispered. "May you live long enough to see your mistake." Celeste raised the blade for the final strike. "Goodbye, Damien." The sword fell. Darkness swallowed me. And then...