Strongest Necromancer Of Heaven's Gate

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.

Heaven feeds those who climb. But no one asks what happens when they reach the top. Ren Kai is a starving beggar with a broken cultivation core, a sick little sister, and eleven copper coins. When he gives his last bowl of noodles to a dying old man, he gets a bent, ugly coin in return, and one warning: “Do not get full.” Days later, in front of thirty thousand people, a cruel noble crushes his core. Instead of dying, Ren Kai devours the fire meant to kill him. A black mouth with nine golden teeth opens on his chest, and a dead thief starts talking inside his head. The more he eats, the stronger he gets. But a full stomach puts his power to sleep, so he must stay hungry to stay dangerous. Then he finds a glowing number on his sister’s back. It is a countdown, and Heaven is not blessing her. It is harvesting her. Now a smiling Steward wants the coin, an entire sect wants the girl, and every bite Ren Kai takes makes the clock run faster. He has 975 days to find out what Heaven really tastes like. And to eat it. A funny, fast-paced, tragic cultivation story about hunger, family, and one beggar who refuses to be anyone’s meal.

Synopsis: THE THRONE THAT HEAVEN FEARED Ten years ago, the Thorne Clan—guardians of the Primordial Seal—were slaughtered in a single night of fire and steel. The killers weren’t monsters, but the Seven Stars Alliance: the very allies who swore to protect them. Cassian Thorne, the young heir, didn't just lose his family; he watched as his "friends" shattered his cultivation core, turning him into a "Dross"—a human without a soul-pulse, destined to be a slave in a world of magic. Now, Cassian is a janitor at the elite Phoenix Academy, scrubbing the floors for the children of the men who murdered his parents. He is the academy’s punching bag, a "walking corpse" mocked by all. But the world doesn't know the truth. His core wasn't shattered; it was transformed. For ten years, Cassian has been a living battery, absorbing every insult, every beating, and every ounce of malicious energy thrown at him. The Seal is full. The "Dross" is waking up. And this time, he isn't just reclaiming his throne—he’s coming to devour the gods.

My gaze fell on a slender mortal girl with short dark hair and glowing brown eyes. She looked like she was about to cry, and soon enough, she began sobbing. I glanced at the heaps of bodies around her—were they her companions? Why was she crying? This was war, and their fate was sealed the moment they entered my domain. I tilted my head, resting it on my hand as I studied her. There was something different about her, something I couldn’t quite figure out. Why did I feel a flicker of pain, an emotion, from my pitch-black heart? It shouldn’t be possible—my heart was dead. I was sure of that. Yet, she walked toward my castle, forcing herself closer with each step. Her foundation was weak, far weaker than the knights I had just slain. I channeled my cosmic bolt, aimed to kill, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I tried, but she kept moving forward, weeping uncontrollably. The ache inside me grew as she finally reached me, collapsing and embracing me, her cries so loud they seemed to echo in my soul. I was frozen, unsure of what to do. Emotions I thought long dead came crashing back. She sniffled and cried out, “Come home, big brother. Please come home with me.” She cuddled closer, and a warmth spread through me. I felt a warm liquid on my cheeks—tears. I realised I was crying. “Please, big brother, let’s go home,”

The world was full of chaos, disaster and tension only the strong can survive. Deliver us O'Lord their sound tone everyday. No one can predict what could happen next as the Devil sends more disciples to conquer the world. God finally hears people's prayer by sending a disciple with a Trinjule sword which can only battle the evils. Only the chosen one can unlock the sword. A story full of action, love and battle. Suitable for all ages.

In a cultivation world where innate talent dictates one's destiny, the son of a poor peasant is born with the weakest spiritual root ever recorded. Ridiculed by his entire clan since childhood, he is treated as nothing more than worthless dirt. Heaven has closed all paths for him, and the world offers him no mercy. But they forgot one absolute truth: a stone has no talent—but a stone cannot be broken. Knowing he can never win by playing fair, he embraces a darker, more calculated path. What he lacks in raw talent, he compensates with the patience of an immortal and a mind that never stops turning. While others rely on divine techniques, he weaponizes psychological warfare, lethal traps, and the dirtiest tactics imaginable. He does not ascend because heaven paved his way; he carves his own path to the peak, step by bloody step. To his enemies, he is not just a cultivator; he is a patient, ruthless predator who ensures his foes are defeated before the battle even begins.

"Your existence is a plague, Jin’er. But your marrow... that is a treasure." ​For eighteen years, Lin Jin was locked away, labeled a "Living Coffin." His body naturally emitted a corrosive poison that rotted everything he touched. He lived in agony, believing his family was searching for a cure. ​He was wrong. On the day he thought he would be saved, his father drove a hollow spike into his spine. The truth? He was never a son. He was livestock. A vessel raised solely to harvest his rare "Corrosion Marrow" to fuel his genius brother’s cultivation. ​Drained, betrayed, and left to die in a collapsing dungeon, Lin Jin heard a voice echo from the empty hollow of his bones. An ancient, forbidden entity that had been sleeping within him all along. ​[They stole your blood? Then take their lives. They broke your bones? Then crush their heavens.] ​The chains shattered. The poison didn't disappear—it evolved. Lin Jin rose from the ashes. He no longer cultivated Spirit Qi. He cultivated Ruin. ​Everyone thought he was trash. Until he turned their legendary swords into rust and their bodies into dust. ​When power corrodes the soul, survival becomes a choice.

In a world where the strong rule and the weak are forgotten, Mo Qian is reborn at the very bottom with nothing to his name. But he carries a secret ability no one has ever seen. When he touches a weapon he can see its soul. The battles it has fought. The warriors who wielded it. The martial arts secrets buried deep within the steel. All of it waiting to be devoured and made his own. One touch. One command. A lifetime of another warrior's experience becomes his. But knowledge without strength is worthless. And Mo Qian is still just a skinny boy at the bottom of the world with everything against him. He will rise though. One blade at a time. One soul at a time. All under heaven will kneel. I Alone Devour All Under Heaven.

🏆["Golden Medal" in Fantasy Category of "Meganovel Annual Writing Contest 2022"]🏆 Lin Feng was reincarnated into the body of a blind youth with no cultivation talent. At first, he felt very hopeless, but that all changed after the changes that occurred in his two eyes. However, the abilities he had acquired were not something that could be predicted. Illusion ability? Gravity ability? The ability to control all elements? An ability that can control space and time? Lin Feng had it all just relying on his two eyes which would slowly become perfect!

Throughout his entire life, he was known as the Hero. People praised him, relied on him, and worshipped him as a symbol of hope. Yet beneath all of that admiration, no one truly cared about him. To them, he was nothing more than a tool—a weapon forged to fight demon. Betrayed by those he trusted, exploited by the kingdom he swore to protect, and forced to walk a path chosen by fate, the Hero ultimately sacrificed his life to slay the Demon King. He thought everything was finally over. But when he opened his eyes, he found himself reincarnated in a world of cultivation—a ruthless realm where cultivators defy the heavens in pursuit of immortality. Even the death itself had failed to set him free. The Hero laughed, does he have to accept another miserable life? No! Then this time, he would not be a hero. He would become a calamity. He would become the villain who destroys everything that dares to dictate his fate. "I spent my entire life praying to the Heavens for death, yet now they have given me another life. You want to toy with me? Fine. Then I'll burn the Heavens!"