My Summons Are All Gods

Deep in my heart I yearned to be a player in tales of adventure, but I have buried this selfish desire with the obligation I have put upon myself to my fellow man. So, I decided to dedicate my time, my effort, my LIFE to my work in the hopes that I would be of help to my fellow man. But in a twist of fate the people I wished to help have turned on me. This left me broken with a hole in my mind and heart, but my resolve would not waver. Like every failure from before, I began to pick up the shattered pieces of myself and attempted to put myself back together, but suddenly I am reminded of what I truly wanted. ADVENTURE. To see the world and experience all that I could. Be it through fear, cold, or even nightmarish hardships. I WILL HAVE AN ADVENTURE. These 5 words rang out in my subconscious and with-it fate had turned, and I now find myself in an unknown place, my memories fractured, and my body changed? "WHERE THE HELL AM I?!" Now in an unknown world and with very few memories. Our protagonist will venture forth to find himself. The time it will take, what will occur, and even how will he be changed are all questions that run behind every tale. But interestingly, other tales run in parallel with him. They will cross paths and sparks will fly as numerous as the stars.

Suddenly appearing in a different world, it looks like I got caught up in a Hero Summoning. And of course, I’m not the Hero, but it’s another guy……and while being very cautious and scared of the cliche-like development, I was thrown into the maelstrom of war……or not. The Demon Lord? It was defeated a thousand years ago. Hero? He’s just the main actor in a festival. Nobles? They’re kindly taking care of us. The Demon Race? They have good relationships with Humans. Wars? It’s already 800 years since the last one. Monsters? The Guild and Order of Knight are taking care of them. Return to Earth? It is eventually No-Risk. What I’m planning after being caught up into this? I’m gonna enjoy the life in a different world as much as I want to, go on a cultural exchange and sightseeing, and after experiencing the festival that is only held once every ten years……I shall go home safely. The other world was――at Peace. A kind world where the three races, the Demon Realm’s Demons, the God Realm’s Gods, the Human Realm’s Humans, they are kind neighbors to each other, with everyone living a peaceful and fulfilling life. But although I wished to peacefully spend a year before my return, for some reason, the heavyweights of this world keeps gathering around me....

This is my story. I'm Elvar Sagara. That afternoon, I went to the mall to find a Halloween festival costume. I was just browsing. But I found something… weird. A horned mask and an outfit that looked familiar, like my favorite comic book character, so I bought it. When I got home, I tried it on immediately. The outfit fit me perfectly. The mask… was creepy. But cool. I stood in front of the mirror, and for some reason, I started acting. I folded my arms across my chest. My body stood tall. In a loud voice, I shouted: “Hahaha! I am the true Demon King! I will lead you all! HAHAHA!” My laughter grew louder. Ridiculous? Yeah. But I was totally getting into the role. Then… I blinked. The moment my eyelids opened, I was in a vast hall. Surrounded by terrifying creatures. Demons. They were all bowing to me. My laughter still hadn't stopped. But my heart nearly stopped. Strangely, I kept acting. I knew… if I stopped, if I took off this mask and admitted I was just a regular human I’d probably be killed on the spot. So… What am I supposed to do now?

They mocked me, turned me into a clown show, and my one true love betrayed me. All because I was poor and a nobody. Now, I have a Wealth Generation System. They will all regret it!

Mason a poor young man who does all the petty jobs including Delivery man and Janitor to feed himself and take care of his sick fiancee. He thought he would take all the bully for her but unfortunately caught her cheating on him and insulted him. When he thought his life was over, an expensive looking old man came down from a BMW and said: "My son.... finally I have found my Trillionaire heir"

Tell me, what will the god in you do?_ Even in the toughest day, We always have a way to stand up. Though trials are strong, We are tougher. Our land plundered, We stand to defend it. Now the story is different. Emi is gone, Our hopes are dashed! But we know the sun will Surely rise again. Emi son of the soil, He whose rage burns the mountain, Raise the hope in us! _____ This is a collection of interrelated short stories, following the live of a being and counterparts containing the might of gods in them. __________________ Cover Image is Google Sourced! Please rate and comment and engage.

A nerdy engineer was brutally murdered with regrets in his heart. When he transmigrated into a magical world of Knights and Mages, he decided to live for himself this time around and to chase after his longtime dream- to start a big family filled with love and lots of kids from lots of wives! In order to protect himself and his loved ones in this harsh new world, he resourcefully forged era-ending weapons never meant to be fired in this world. To the Knights, Mages, Emperors, and even the Gods of this world, he proclaimed, “me transire, si audes! (cross me, if you dare!)”

Can you live carefree knowing that nothing is right? Being born in a dystopia. Spending all your life locked up in a little town, where everything is eerie; everyday is a drag and there's no hope of change. My only source of joy was my big brother but since he was no more, I wouldn't be put down and locked up by 'fate'. Living in cage all your life just to die the moment you are set free... I didn't believe in that. I wanted freedom.

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?

A murderer. A crazy woman. Is what they all call me. Apparently to me, I'm seeing the dead, which makes me crazy to everyone, but I know I'm not. Being stuck in a psychiatric hospital with a pending murder case at hand is not how I pictured this time of my life. I don't really get it. I am a lot of things that I'm not proud of, but certainly not a murderer. How on earth will I be able to vindicate myself if the dead is making me look like a murderer? How will I be able to vindicate myself when my past ways isn't even something to write home about, and all it can do is just spice up my case? How will I be able to save myself when I, and the dead was never in good terms, and I happen to be the cause of it all? What have I done to myself?