Snow Sword Stride

The rain had been falling on Moonveil City since dawn, running in silver threads down the tiled roofs, spilling from gutters into the crooked alleys. The sky was low and iron-grey, heavy enough to press against the tower-tops of the Martial Regulation Bureau. Inside the courtyard of the Moonveil District Arms Hall, Kael Ruan stood in silence, a new-issued badge in his hand. He was twenty-four, too young, too brash, they’d said, yet here he was, sworn as the youngest Arms Keeper in the city’s history. His mentor, Master Renji, watched from the covered steps, eyes narrowed as if weighing more than just the rain. [Silent Oath System Activated] Oath Energy: 0/100 Core Blade Slots: Shadowsteel (Locked), Frostvein (Locked), Dawnpiercer (Locked) Techniques: Oath Cut (Locked), Sword Recall (Locked) The voice cold, ringing inside his skull had woken with his oath to defend the district. It spoke without warmth, without mercy. It offered strength in exchange for vows sworn before witnesses. But the warning was clear: break an oath, and the System would take more than power from him.

Why are some more privileged than others? Why do others have easier lives as compared to others? Why do some people struggle and toil while others have life handed to them on silver platter? Right from the start, Memphis had it rough on Earth. From the death of his parents and siblings, his loneliness and also his eventual death. Life didn't treat him fairly and everyday was war and trouble for him. After his death, Memphis is given a second chance by the goddess Daphne as she had pity for him and his plight back on earth. Thus, Memphis reincarnated, this time not as a loser or nobody but rather as a favoured son of heaven, a true genius and powerful entity with his sword piercing the skies! Talent? I'm a prodigy! Awesomeness? I'm its daddy! Luck? You might as well call me Luck's lover! Join Memphis on his journey then and watch him make the entire multiverse his! Right from the world of Balvan to the ends of the cosmos! Please if you like my book or have any suggestions, you can send me comments or rate me. Thank you.

The continent of Elarion is dying, suffocating beneath a three-sided war. In the North, Aurellian technologies raise walls of iron. In the East, the Kaijin code of honor demands blood. And in the South, Ruzkai axes wait to burn what remains. Amid this noise, there is Ganda. He is not the hero promised by prophecy. He is merely a casualty of war, his body shattered. Three days of isolation in the darkness of an Aurellian prison left him crippled—but something within him could not be broken: Resonance. To Ganda, the world is never silent. Fortresses whisper of loose bolts. Bones complain before they snap. Even the heartbeat of an enemy betrays doubt. For a single bottle of medicine to numb the pain in his body, Ganda accepts a suicide contract from a Kaijin general: infiltrate the “Sun’s Throat,” an industrial stronghold of Aurellian guarded by Captain Valerius, the Iron Wall. No army. No allies. Only a rusted sword and the ability to hear fractures no one else can perceive. Ganda has no intention of winning the war. He only needs to find the one wrong note and break it. Because to Ganda, no structure is perfect. Everything can fall. You only need to know where to strike.

He's back, and he will destroy them all! ****** Alexander Winthrop was the son of a powerful aristocratic family, the richest in the country. However, after his mom died, he was set-up, and exiled at the age of seventeen to cater for himself, without a penny. With his hardwork, he saw himself through school and established a multimillion dollar pharmaceutical company. The fast rising company arose greed which made his girlfriend conspire to send him to prison, deceiving him into signing his wealth to her. When he discovered her treachery by a stroke of coincidence, his broken heart turned into a nightmarish dark one. ***** And now… They call him god because there was nothing he could not do. He was incomparable, unfathomable and mysterious. No one knows the full extent of his powers or wealth. If he says he will make blood rain down on Capitol or make it snow in Sahara desert, it damn well would! He was an existence all others can only look up to. But his cold, merciless heart was not always so dark. People made people change into the demons they became. And so he arose…. A demon created by a thirst for vengeance, and the blood of the betrayers around him. A mad killing machine with infinite powers and wealth, commanding fear and awe in the hearts of men. He was Lord Dracula, the king of hell. A demon called god.

Three months to live. Zero mana. One desperate lie. **That's how I became the most wanted man in Neo-Tokyo.** I told an assassin my body was "overflowing with Yang Energy." She blushed instead of shooting. I told an S-Rank Hunter her sword technique was "stiff because she's sexually repressed." She destroyed a mountain and swore eternal loyalty. I told a Succubus Queen I was "too powerful to be charmed." She became my maid. Now the is forcing me to maintain this ridiculous persona: **EXTERNAL:** "Kneel. You're not worthy of my touch." **INTERNAL:** *Oh god, if she squeezes my hand she'll break my wrist.* Every woman who desires me generates Desire Points. Lose their faith? I die. The Detective thinks I'm a criminal mastermind. The Heiress thinks I'm a caged god. My Disciple thinks my trembling is "restrained divine power." **They're all wrong. I'm just a dying scammer who weaponized charisma.** But here's the twist: The more they believe the lie... the more real it becomes. **[Warning: Contains Comedy, Face-Slapping, Steamy Mana Transfer, and a Protagonist Who Refuses to Break Character Even When Terrified]**

When the game becomes reality, can a champion survive? Marco Rossi was the War God—undefeated champion of Sky Game. Then the screen went black, and he woke up bleeding in a forest, trapped in the body of Derek, a despised half-orc left for dead. "You're trash, half-breed! Your kind shouldn't exist!" In a world where warriors are mocked as worthless cannon fodder, Marco makes an impossible choice: embrace the weakest class. When divine light marks him as the first warrior in a millennium to receive the War God's true blessing, everything changes. "Impossible," the knight captain whispers, watching his unbreakable armor shatter. "Nothing at Level 1 can—" But Marco knows something they don't. He remembers the real warrior techniques—the devastating combos, the forgotten skills that once made warriors supreme. "Warriors aren't weak," Marco says quietly, his training sword at the knight's throat. "They never were. You've just been fighting broken shadows of what we're supposed to be." Now he must prove the impossible: that the most mocked profession can become the most feared. The War God has returned. And he's only Level 1.

Kaizer Jin, on day 11,024 of surviving in the crazed frozen world looked at his final seconds as he was being devoured alive by an evolved creature called Silver Ice Dragon, he was nothing but a weak person but he managed to survive till this day attaching himself to a group of kind people. Yet, at this day, they were all killed. He had witnessed many people die before him, those who had protected him at the cost of their own lives, those who had loved him and given him their food. They were a group of outcasts who would not bend to the rules of the corrupted. How did all of it happened? It was nothing but a normal day, but suddenly, the world had gone cold, and it kept growing colder. It was so sudden when in the middle of summer, snow started pouring nonstop, till even ice dropped from the heavens. It was the start of how civilization halted, like the world frozen in time. After a year, people also evolved, trying to survive, and gaining powers they never knew were possible. Even monsters started to evolve, creating a new era, an era of the frozen world, its rebirth! He stared at his comrades lying on the ground. What was once a group of 450 people was now dead, being eaten by frozen dragons. As he closed his eyes, he heard something. [Frozen World Rebirthing in progress!] [System activated! Power gained!]

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?"

Ethan is an ordinary college student, majoring in history and leading a quiet, unremarkable life. One day, while walking home from class, he is suddenly engulfed by a mysterious portal and transported to Aetheria, a sprawling fantasy world of magic, monsters, and legendary heroes. Upon arrival, he discovers he has been summoned as a “hero” to aid the realm against an encroaching darkness. However, his magical aptitude is abysmally low, and he fails every basic test and training exercise. The other heroes and villagers quickly label him “the weakest hero”, mocking him as a liability. Desperate and confused, Ethan’s life seems doomed… until a hidden system activates. A mysterious interface appears before him, explaining: > “Your power grows through failure. Each mistake, setback, and defeat will grant you new skills or enhance your existing ones. Your strength is derived not from talent, but from resilience and perseverance.” With this strange rule in place, Ethan begins to experiment. At first, his failures are laughably pathetic: falling off training cliffs, accidentally triggering explosions, or summoning useless monsters. Yet, each failure brings surprising growth: a missed spell suddenly evolves into a devastating magical combo, a botched sword swing awakens latent elemental energy, or a misstep in stealth unlocks precognition. As he slowly accumulates a patchwork of bizarre yet powerful abilities, Ethan’s reputation shifts from the weakest hero to a legendary wildcard, a hero who seems to defy logic and overwhelm enemies in the most unexpected ways.

Kael dropped his hands down, causing his blade to run along the jagged ground, sending burst of sparks infused with dark-magic across the floor. His victim, a bloodied werewolf, laid on the ground, staring at him with his one trembling eye. Kael growled as he knelt beside the dying beast. “They sent me to tell you, wolf…” He lifted his sword and placed it on werewolf’s neck. “… your end has come.” ................. The world was dying The Blinding Veil - a divine seal formed by the beings of past was the one thing stopping the entire world from meeting its end. But it’s effects are already fading as the seal had begun to break and the evil curse the ancestors had tried to ward off with the seal had begun to seep in through the cracks in the bleeding veil. Vampires were going rogue, werewolves killed without reason, the Elves turned to dark magic, the faes sat and watched the evil unfold without interfering. And the humans? They were reduced to hundreds, losing a battle even their techs couldn't help win. But Kael Draven, a god-blade wielding killer with no memory of his past, is not like them. Once a child soldier and now a hired gun, Kael believes his targets are the danger—until a failed assignment reveals a terrible truth: They're not the threat. He is. Chased by his former masters, Kael joins a half-elf warlock, a exiled werewolf, a Fae torturer, and a human prodigy. As the world is about to end, Kael learns that he's not human—nor hybrid. He is something more... With everything and everyone after him, will Kael become the monster he was designed to be, or seal the pact that wants to end him?