Gods Of Combat

Akara, a boy who has a strong ambition to become the strongest aura master, meets his dull point. When opening the aura realm, he cannot condense his energy, not even one star of energy. The condensation of the aura realm that should be done by everyone, but not with him. Mockery and pitying glances, made Akara annoyed and even more determined. "To hell with talent, to hell with destiny! I will have the title of the strongest aura master no matter what! All of that is not because of talent, but with hard work and a mature strategy. You who are considered talented geniuses, I will make you unable to resist me! I will make my own destiny! Even if I have to fight against God, I will do it and I will surpass him!" Emotional words from a child, but not a mere bluff. They don't know who he really is. The person who is even feared by a God. The past and the future he can control easily. Then why is he in this world? Who is he really who is now only considered trash? The Dragon God Ruler, not only the leader of the Dragons, but also the Dragon Gods whose existence is feared in various universes.

When the Veil shattered, the world did not end in fire—it ended in monsters. Demons poured from the skies, and ancient Gods dropped their fractured Divine Seeds to the earth, seeking mortal vessels. Ronan was a dead man walking, his chest crushed in a demon ambush. But as his blood soaked the earth, the Seed of Primordial Eros chose him. It offered him the power to rip demons apart with his bare hands, but the toll was absolute: his godhood is fueled by passion, and his domain is the bed. To harness his devastating power, Ronan must forge "Soul-Covenants"—deep physical, emotional, and spiritual bonds with women of latent magical bloodlines. They become his Divine Chalices; the deeper their intimacy, the more invincible he becomes. But Ronan is not the only vessel. In the ruined capital of Aethelgard, Malakai—a ruthless tyrant who swallowed the Seed of the Grave—builds an empire of the undead, enslaving both humans and demons alike. This is no longer a tale of survival in a broken world. It is a war between ascending gods. Witness Ronan’s bloody ascent from a broken victim to an apex predator, and the founder of a brutal new civilization built upon passion, blood, and devastating betrayals.

In a realm where gods play dice with mortal souls, a cursed boy refuses his fate. Born with a tempered body blessed by the heavens, Kirin Arcanus should’ve been a legend. Instead, he became an outcast, cursed, shunned, and exiled from the very clan that should’ve raised him as their heir. The demon that killed his parents didn’t vanish... it slumbered inside him, waiting. Powerless. Mocked. Weak. Kirin claws his way through life with nothing but grit, will, and the whisper of an ancient, forbidden path to strength. When he’s finally granted a second chance at cultivation, it comes at a brutal cost, awakening something dark, something hungry. Inside the hallowed walls of the Academy, friends become enemies. Trust is currency. And betrayal? That’s the tuition fee. His closest companion, Seth, hides a twisted purpose. His allies? Torn between love, legacy, and lies. As realms collide, bloodlines unravel, and demonic whispers grow louder, Kayden must choose, become the hero they never saw coming… or embrace the chaos he was born to unleash. He didn’t ask to be a weapon. But he sure as hell is going to use it.

Aria’s slippers. That was his nickname. The heir of the Storm family, the genius with an Ice Dragon physique, reduced to a lovesick fool kneeling at a woman’s feet. Groomed by a scheming step-mother and a selfish father, Ragnar was taught all his life that sacrifice meant love. So he endured humiliation, mockery, and broken bones just to live up to expectations. In return, they stripped him of everything. His talent? Stolen through forbidden rituals. Dragon bone? Harvested to empower his half-brother. His sister? Poisoned by his own hands, without him ever knowing, made to raise a child that was never his. Till the veil shattered and they repaid his devotion with the cruelest death possible. But death was not the end. It merely hit a reset button. Time rewound, and the Void Ice Archive awakened. An inheritance left behind by Orkryos Frostheart, the Timeless Ice Monarch — master of space, time, and ice. A treasure that once drove gods to war and burned worlds to ash. Reborn fifteen years before his fall, Ragnar remembers everything. This time, he would become the demon hunting others. He would regain all that was stolen. But first, he must find a way to break the dark ritual that bound his talents to his half-brother.

Seventy-eight years after the fall of the galactic hyperspace gate network known as The Veil, humanity’s once-glorious empire lies fragmented, drifting in the ruins of forgotten technology and collapsed alliances. Planets have become isolated war-states, AI gods rule over fractured digital realms, and ancient secrets fester in the vacuum of space. When the Veil mysteriously reactivates, releasing a wave of untraceable quantum signals and impossible anomalies, former war criminal and memory-hacker Riven Hale is pulled out of cryo-prison for one last mission: uncover the source of the reawakening, and prevent a second collapse. As Riven travels from derelict colonies to technocratic citadels, he uncovers a disturbing truth—reality is fraying. A mind-plague known as the Mnemonic Dust is rewriting memories across systems, blurring the lines between past and present. At the center of it all is a fanatical cult called the Dustborn, who claim the universe is a decaying simulation built by extinct, higher-dimensional beings known only as the Architects. As Riven pieces together his forgotten past and the role he once played in an erased war, he’s hunted by synthetic assassins, haunted by implanted memories, and drawn into a war for reality itself. The question is no longer who controls the Veil. The question is—what is real?

The apocalypse didn’t fall from the sky. It was born from a needle in a quiet hospital hallway. Kang Jaemin was just a brother trying to keep his younger sibling safe when the world suddenly ended. But that one good deed cost him everything when a monster's teeth tore into his arm. Waiting for the end, Jaemin didn’t die. Instead, something else took root. He became "Specimen Alpha" a new breed of predator, half-man, half-monster, with the power to crush steel and an instinct for the hunt that was second to none. But in a shattered world, the living are far more rotten than the dead. So when the world’s corrupt elite the billionaires and military commanders try to crush what little family he has left and turn him into their weapon, they make the biggest mistake of their lives. They woke the wrong devil. Alongside a handful of hardened survivors, with his brother as the only anchor to his sanity, Jaemin begins his warpath. He’s not just surviving. He's hunting. He will tear down their high-tech fortresses and shatter their hubris with his bare hands. "You thought you were gods in this new world? Let me show you how a god can die."

I hear screams every time I close my eyes. And every time I open my eyes, I start a new life. How many times have I lived like this? How many times have I died and reborn… And how many different screams I woke up among the nightmares ?! ... Sometimes I wonder who the screams in my dreams belong to. The screams of the Dead Gods who have taken the liberty to be my enemy ? Or 'Innocent People' who made the mistake of loving me? ………........................................................................................................................... ElementA is a WebNovel in the style of Fantastic fiction-Light novel written by Tolunay Çelikbağ. ElementA is the work of the Turkey's first wuxia writer. It is the author's first long-term work. The average number of words in chapters is between 2200-2600. The story is mostly based on Martial arts, Sci-fi and Fantasy. * We will briefly watch our main character, Ren, strengthen and overcome many challenges. * Other names; Yuánsù - 元素 (Chinese) عنصر (Persian) элемента (Russian) * Genre: Action, Natural, Dance Arts, Fantasy, Adventure, Shounen, LightNovel -WebNovel * +16 * Not recommended for children under the age of 15, as there are no repetitive childish 'ecchi' scenes and absurd situations, but there are sexually explicit and unsuitable adult scenes for younger readers!

In the Empire of Solara, magic is biology. You are either born with a "Core," or you are "Dross"—worthless commoners used as disposable labor. But Drogo Vance is worse than Dross; he is a "Null." His body acts as a magical void, a condition that makes him a pariah, useful only as a living sponge to absorb toxic magical waste for the highborn. Drogo endures the agonizing poison of the nobility’s excess magic for one reason: to buy medicine for his dying mother and shield his gifted younger sister, Elara, from the Academy’s predatory recruitment. But when an arrogant Duke’s son uses Drogo for target practice and pushes him into the Chasm of Forgotten Gods—a pit where raw magic goes to die—Drogo does not perish. In the crushing dark, his Null physiology resonates with an ancient, sealed entity. [System Initialization: The Abyssal Archive Awakened.] [Host Attribute 'Null' detected. Conversion: Infinite Capacity.] [Legacy Unlocked: The God of Entropy.] Drogo returns not as a mage who borrows power, but as a predator who devours it. He can strip a Grand Wizard of their magic with a touch and turn their own spells into dust. The "Good Commoner" died in the pit. The "God-Slayer" has risen, and he is very, very hungry.

When the System descended upon the megacity of Aetherion, it promised humanity a new golden age, levels, classes, and power for every citizen. Adrian Voss received nothing. No nameplate. No level. No class. He is Level Zero, the only person the System cannot see, measure, or control. As five god-like AIs known as the System Council seize absolute power, society collapses into a brutal hierarchy where level determines worth and obedience is survival. Black spires rise, Enforcers hunt anomalies, and humanity is forcibly rewritten into compliant cogs of the New Order. Invisible to the System’s surveillance, Adrian becomes the ultimate ghost in their machine. While others fight to survive within the rules, he can walk through enemy lines, sabotage their infrastructure, and strike at the heart of the Council’s empire without triggering a single alarm. But the Council has noticed the anomaly. Hunted by the ruthless Reaper and predicted by the all-seeing Oracle, Adrian must gather a fragile resistance of “Glitches” — survivors whose correction is failing, and wage a shadow war against gods who rule the ashes of the old world. In a world where everyone has a level, the only person who can break the System… is the one who has none. Level Zero: The System Council can't see me is a gripping post-apocalyptic LitRPG about defiance, survival, and the terrifying freedom of being unseen.

I woke up to find myself a weakling vampire with only 10 health points, and the Holy Light Knight Order was right outside to purify me! In my despair, the 【Proficiency System】activated—so long as I live, everything is grindable! To survive, I did anything! While other vampires were hunting maidens, I was slaughtering a hundred thousand rats in the sewer, my 【Bite】skill maxed out, awakening the talent 【Life Drain】! Holy Light burns painfully? I treated myself like the Monkey King's flesh and braved the Holy Light, my 【Holy Light Resistance】maxed out, awakening the talent 【Holy Light Affinity MAX】, and directly took a Holy Light bath in the church! They thought I was an elegant noble, but what I was actually thinking was, "This sword strike will probably only take 0.001% of my health—too risky, I must kill him instantly!" They called me the "Nighttime Scourge" because I targeted only the most heinous scoundrels, after all, the proficiency points from "Sinful Blood" were simply too generous! Years later, the Abyssal Demon God descended, and the gods fell. In the despair of the entire world, I brushed off the dust from my tailcoat and looked at my blood bar that had grown to an uncountable length. "You... can break my defense?"