No. 1 Supreme Warrior

In a life marred by profound loss, Nathan White meets an untimely and horrific demise, only to be reborn as Alan Hermolith in a realm where magic thrives. Gifted with a mysterious system in this new world, he starts as the weakest Mage. Through the system’s guidance, Alan’s power grows boundlessly, setting him on a path to become the most formidable Mage ever known.

Long, long time ago, before humanity ever existed on earth. There were seven celestial realms of power with celestial civilization, humanoid beings created and ruled by a god Divine. A thousand celestial warrior candidates fought against each other to the death until seven outstanding godlike heroes remained. Thus, the god Divine made these warriors god guardians to protect a thousand worlds, and out of the celestial dead bodies of the thousand candidates, the god Divine created seven different colored celestial Mana stones, each filled with unlimited powerful Mana of magic known as the philosopher’s stones. Each god guardian was given a stone according to their name, rank, and task. The first guardian was known as NEPHILEN EBUBE, God guardian of nature and lord of giant forests. The second was called AMADEUS AMADURA, the red-armored God guardian of war. . The third guardian was called Elemental, Goddess of all elements, The fourth guardian was DESTINY, guardian of fear, fate, and destiny. The fifth god guardian was called GATE KEEPER the brown armored keeper of time and space. . The sixth was called LIFE, the Golden God guardian of science, technology, and knowledge. The seventh guardian was called CHAOS, Vondor the Dark Lord had only one wish, to unite all parallel thousand worlds with the seven stones into one army, gain full control under his rule. A demon high king whose name was called demon high king DEUS was chosen with his army Neo, known as the third Adam, has within his veins and flesh the blood of darkness and lineage of vondor, The blood of a god and a human will undertake a journey to gather six heroes to honor the guardian's final quest from the thousands of worlds and save the seven god guardians to fight a final war against vondor.

He was already the greatest. In his former world, Dorian Ash climbed a mountain at twelve, descended at eighteen, and spent a lifetime defeating every warrior who dared stand before him. No master. No equal. No ceiling left to break. Then fate moved him somewhere new. A world where power is everything. Where cultivation decides your worth, your status, your right to breathe. Where the strong grind the weak into the dirt without a second thought. He wakes up in the body of a failure. A laughingstock. A lovesick fool who wasted three years chasing a girl instead of chasing greatness — and died with nothing to show for it. But the soul now wearing that broken body? He has never lost. Not once. Not ever. Armed with the mysterious Void Absorption System and a martial technique so ancient the world itself tried to erase it, Dorian begins his climb. Not for revenge. Not for recognition. Not for anyone. Only for one reason. The pinnacle of this world exists somewhere above the clouds — and he intends to stand on it. Every academy. Every kingdom. Every realm. Every so-called immortal who believes their ceiling is the absolute limit of what a human being can become. He is coming for all of it. The void does not ask for permission. It simply absorbs everything in its path.

“Yeah, I’m sure he’ll be back,” Kaelan said. “We need to leave.” Kaelan picked the four daggers up then headed for the door. The duo left the room and made their way down the stairs. “Huh? Are you leaving?” the innkeepers voice sounded behind them. Two scythe is hand, each connected to chains. “You havent paid your clean up fee. Im sure you two messed up the room with your fun.” Kaelan raised a brow, but Lira spoke first. “How much?” “Ten Sarls.” She didnt complain. She placed it on the front desk beside and asked, “can we leave now?” “Yes, yes. Do come again. I like customers like…” the innkeeper paused. His grip on the scythe got tighter. “Tch, they are back again.” Liras ears twitched, and her hand tightened around her dagger. “They are here,” Kaelan said, while looking around. A shadow moved across the broken window. Then, the door burst inward, splintering at the edges. Three assassins tumbled in, cloaked in black, daggers flashing in the dim light. One lunged straight for Kaelan. Kaelan bent to the side, letting the blade slash past him. He grabbed the table and swung it, smashing the first attacker into the wall. The impact sent dust into the air, and the man groaned. “Hey! My Sarls,” yelled the innkeeper. Glass shattered as assassins came in through the window. “I’m gonna kill ya,” he said and charged at them. Lira was already moving, slicing, dodging. Her attacker was fast, but she was faster. Kaelan tossed a dagger at him. It pierced his neck from behind. Lira turned to him, but he didnt pause. He grabbed the third assassin, swung him like a rag, smashing his back into the wall. Kaelan bolted out the inn and Lira leapt after him.

Marcus Renold. Son of The Former Lord Chancellor of Great Britain was accused for the death of his father. thrown into prison for ten years since he was twelve years of age, With his Position as the heir taken away from him. Acquiring a System changes his life for good, Giving hope to his hopeless life. Marcus Renold is out for revenge, with the goal of locating his sisters, He is ready to fight against the Renold Family. The Most Powerful Family in the United Kingdom! He is the Man of Systems

-What if heaven is not what is generally believed as?- . 21 Ascenders were chosen. Each with the utmost goal of attaining perfection.With the mindset of becoming the perfectionHe planned for.A young boy from Earth finds himself in another realm, strange voice in his head and so his adventure begins.———I didn’t choose this life. No, I’m supposed to be dead. Somehow, under bizarre circumstances, I find myself in Heaven.No, not the Christian biblical heaven or the Islam Paradise.No, I find myself in Orun,(Yoruba word for heaven) and it’s 7 worlds.In this place, the weak is chaff before the strong. And true strength can only be attained through pushing ones limit.In this 7 heavens, Nothing is impossible. Dragons, Masquerades, Vampires, Drakons and yes, Irunmoles exist.What I find about myself is that I am a sort of contingency plan, to carry out the legacy of The Mad Prime.He who was once an Angel but died an Arch Demon. The Fallen Legacy Of a Genius Being and by the Gods, his Legacy shall by me, Fall or Rise.I am Bayo, I am the Number One, FirstBorn Of my siblings and we have one mandate...ASCEND Through the 7 heavens and establish a new order, for our Patron, Trixius The Great!——————————-Cover image is Google sourced.Please RATE, COMMENT, VOTE. Inspires me much.Update schedule is 1 Chapters Daily.—————————

They drained his blood. They broke his bones. They thought he would die forgotten. Thirteen-year-old David was never wanted. The son of a Universe Lord, he lived his life chasing a mother who never looked back until the day her token, his only hope, failed him. Ambushed by his own family, drained of every drop of blood, and left to crawl into a collapsing space crack, David’s last act was to throw away the symbol of his shattered dreams. But death was not the end. He fell into a forbidden realm where even True Gods fear to walk. There, submerged in the blood of a universe-shattering monster, his ruined body began to change. A mysterious bloodline awakened in his body. Darkness coiled around his heart. And a voice ancient, patient, waiting named him Successor of something he didn’t have knowledge. Now, David inherits a legacy that transcends the universe, he rises from a forsaken boy to a warrior whose potential could reshape stars, topple civilizations, and challenge the laws of reality themselves. But the universe is vast, cruel, and hungry. In a futuristic, magical cosmos where strength is the only language, David must navigate deadly trials, shadowy factions, and a war that has raged for a trillion years. Hunted by different people, watched by eyes he cannot yet see, and carrying blood that terrifies Universe Lord, he steps onto the intergalactic battlefield with one rule: trust no one. David’s journey will leave no star untouched and no enemy unforgiven. In a universe where the weak are devoured, David is no longer prey. He is the coming storm.

He thought the terrified little girl calling him “Dad” had the wrong number, until one photo revealed the truth. His daughter had been kidnapped and chosen as a heart donor, with only hours left to live. Now one of the most feared commanders in the country is coming home, and everyone involved is about to pay.

A young man, discovered by a human trafficking syndicate and about to be sold, turns out to be the chosen one, bestowed with the strongest artifact from the Realm of Dragons. However, behind this great blessing, the young man named Arya must undertake a tremendous task: defeating the demonic humans who seek to conquer Earth.

‎The shadow king would rule despite his solar lineage. Raised among the wolves at the High Kingdom's royal court, the son of a deposed god and exiled goddess was Kaelen, a perfect, divinely perfect archer, a god of hunters, a holy and perfect weapon of war. He masked his monstrous, divine talents from his mortal, warring brothers to avoid their hatred; however, a god could not forever be hidden away. ‎ ‎Abandoned with nothing but a bow and bloodline to the fragmented wilderness of the Outer Marches, Kaelen was destined to be more than just a conqueror; he was to become a king of them. With Vanya, a calculating and brilliant queen-merchant of steel and greed, Kaelen forged an iron alliance and began building a kingdom of outcasts from the discarded, broken remnants of society. Aethelgard would become his new, divine High Kingdom, but when the forces that yearned to annihilate him rose to attack, Kaelen would face his destiny: was he truly a God of War? When all is said and done, Kaelen lost himself in his struggle for his throne and found out the seat of power was a chilling, lonely thing to sit in. ‎