Immortal Kingdoms

A young adult from the twenty-first century passes out in his room from tiredness. He never considered that it was his last moment. Thankfully, just before he passed away, he grinned at how miserable he was and muttered to himself, "If the god of passion were watching me, please fulfill my wish." His wish was granted by the goddess of passion, who was pleased by how filthy and miserable he was upon hearing it. Sadly, he was reincarnated in a world that was different from what he had anticipated. Note: If the view count reach 100 plus, I'll mass release 5 chapters.

Survivors of the mysterious organization's ambitions. Yuan Liong made his own way in the Kangow World. Fight from the lowest point to become the strongest with determination. “Refund all debts of revenge and humiliation.” The Kangow World was full of cultivators who were greedy and wanted power. Fight, scramble, escape, cunning opponent and various other obstacles. Meeting new people, searching for enemies and revenge. “I will stand at the Peak of the Martial World!”

The walls still smelled of smoke when Luca opened his eyes. Ash drifted like tired snow, settling on leather boots and broken glass. His hands trembled, stained dark, but he couldn’t say whose blood it was. Outside, sirens wailed like mourning wolves. He stepped into the street, and the city looked back — neon, rain, old hunger. A bartender recognized him and flinched. “Thought you were dead.” Maybe he was. In flashes he saw a rooftop under a red moon. A woman. Rhea. Her voice like warmth through winter: Don’t forget who you are. But he had. Now, every alley whispered his name — some in awe, some in warning. The beast inside stirred, pacing, remembering what he could not. Luca walked on, jaw set, heart heavy. He would find the truth. Even if it tore him open like the moon tears the tide.

He, who surpassed all the ancient Emperors. He, who once held as a supreme being of The immortal Realm. Perished in the middle of nowhere, His Path to God's domain was blocked by The mysterious light not belonging to the Decem-Milia realm or The immortal realm. That mysterious light was not law, intent, or a principle, it was an unnatural force never seen before. After he died in the middle of nowhere, he woke up inside a hospital, on a planet where he used to live before his reincarnation. ------------------------*-----------*--------------------------------- [ ___________________________________________ This art doesn't belong to me, if the owner has any issues please contact me, I will remove it asap. ==================================

Gunnar was born with a frail body where even a simple fall could break his bones, and he has been the target of jokes wherever he went, but he refuses to quit training and trying to improve. In a world where weapons crown kings, Gunnar chooses his fists over steel. While geniuses wield legendary blades and great clans hoard heaven-defying treasures, Gunnar walks a far crueler path: turning his own broken body into a weapon capable of shaking the heavens. The world laughs at the cripple who dares challenge armed cultivators barehanded until they come face to face with his fists. “Let the world keep its weapons. I’ll answer with my fists.”

Kael’s power is unlike anything Tenebrous has ever seen. He can bend souls and shape reality itself, but when the Great Devouring rips the realm apart, even his strength may not be enough. The Architect has emerged, a shadowy figure with forbidden knowledge and a plan that could destroy everything or use Kael’s own power against him. Now Kael must master his abilities, face enemies who will stop at nothing, and decide how far he is willing to go to save a world teetering on the edge of annihilation. In a realm where every soul is a weapon, Kael holds the line, but at what cost?

He was the monster they made. The experiment they created. Kael Nolan is forcefully thrust into the world of vampires when his adoptive family tricks him and signs him up as a candidate for a scientific genetic mutation.  Would he fight his ever changing cravings and blend into the crowd or would he become the perfect weapon, Subject 446C?

Killed by the Demon god and its vassals Demon lords, Ainz was reborn as a baby. With the second chance given to him by the Book of Law that caused his Rebirth, he will protect his family and friends from harm. Armed with a thousand years of knowledge, he will rise to the top and save the kingdom from its enemies. Wielding the Martial Primordial Technique, he would become the greatest! Also training his friends in the cultivation path, they became figures that were not being trifled with.

"Ma, Samson promises. Samson is going to repent; I won’t be a thug anymore. I'm going to find a real, honest job. So please, Ma, don't come back to haunt me, okay?" Samson knelt, tears streaming down his face, though his expression still looked like someone ready to pick a fight with the Angel of Death. Bejo held out an umbrella. "Boss, it’s almost sunset. We need to go collect the 'protection money' from the cafe owner," he said. "Hey, Bejo! I just promised Ma that I’ve repented. You little devil! Do you want my mother to rise from her grave because of what you just said, huh?!" Samson stood up. His towering height, nearly two meters, made Bejo instinctively jump back three steps. "But Boss, our stomachs aren't exactly followers of the repentance movement," Bejo squeaked, trembling. Samson wiped his fierce face. "From this second on, call me Samson the Protector. I’m going to find honest work. Anything! As long as I'm not shaking people down anymore." A wealthy woman looked Samson up and down, scrutinizing him. "Your body is quite large. It just so happens I need a new guard dog. I just fired the old one because he was afraid of cockroaches." Samson was ready to explode. "Hey, lady! You think I—" "Fifty million a month. Meals are provided, and you get an Italian suit for a uniform. Interested?" the woman interrupted, handing him a gold-plated business card. Samson fell silent. He then whispered under his breath, "Ma, this is honest work, right? Just being a guard dog for a billionaire."

Nathan has spent the last five years trying to leave his past behind. Once an elite operative of The Oath, a secret organization controlling world events from the shadows, he walked away, seeking peace. But one night, he wakes up in a bloodstained room with no memory of the last 48 hours—only to find himself branded as a terrorist and the target of a nationwide manhunt. On the run and unsure if he truly committed the crime, Nathan turns to Riley, a skilled underground hacker, for help. As they dig deeper, they uncover a terrifying truth—his memories have been altered. Clues left behind by Elias Graves reveal that Nathan once broke his unbreakable oath to the organization, but someone wiped his mind to keep him from remembering why. The conspiracy leads to Julian, Nathan’s former best friend, who is orchestrating a global web of deception built on manufactured threats and lies. Determined to uncover the truth, Nathan infiltrates The Oath’s headquarters for a final confrontation with Julian. But the shocking revelation leaves him shattered—Nathan wasn’t framed. He willingly took part in the crime but later chose to erase his own memory to escape the unbearable guilt. A recorded message from his past self forces him to face a critical decision: Expose Julian and bring down The Oath, risking global chaos. Take control of The Oath and become the very thing he once fought against. No matter what he chooses, the cost is high. If he exposes The Oath, the world is thrown into instability, and he is forever hunted. If he takes over, he sacrifices his own ideals, embracing the power he once rejected. In the end, as Nathan looks at his reflection, he sees Julian staring back—proof that the cycle never truly ended.