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“Richard Sterling said he wanted to acquire my company. I told him every intern in my office has razed a civilization.” This is the 88th floor of the Infinite Tower—the final tribunal of humanity. I leash beasts called “The Greats.” Caesar is the viper coiled in my legal department. Napoleon is the war-hammer crushing my supply chains. Wu Zetian kneels to plead for her HR legacy, and Cleopatra wears a bio-shell I designed just to lick intelligence from the shadows. I stripped them of everything that made them “human.” No taste. No pain. No dopamine. Their heartbeats are merely lines of code I simulate. In this vault, empire is a scrap of paper, ambition is an algorithm, and the legacy of ages is calculated in pure ROI (Return on Investment). The rules are simple, and they are depraved: The Winner: Earns 24 hours of “Sensory Sync.” They get to taste, to bleed, to feel the warmth of the sun—shivering on the marble floor like dogs for a single day of “life.” The Loser: Earns a “Hell Start.” I will shatter your soul and reincarnate you as a eunuch, a sacrificial lamb, or a maggot in the next cycle. Every full moon, the Tavern opens. The millions slaughtered by these twelve tyrants gather as my fuel. The Jury screams behind the glass, casting blood-stained ballots to decide who walks the earth and who rots in the deep. Arsinoe is forging evidence. Cao Cao is hiding a blade in his sleeve. They think this is a game of corporate intrigue. They think they can stab my heart with their petty schemes. The fools have no idea: I only have 17 months left. Progress: 0.011%. If the needle doesn’t hit 1.000% in 17 months, I will drag these twelve monarchs and this rotting planet into the void with me. I am stitching the wounds of civilization with the flesh of tyrants. The dead are shouting. The emperors are clawing. And I smile. I have to. [Author's Note] “No redemption. Only performance. If you want a hero, look elsewhere. Here, Caesar is a tool, Cleopatra is a ghost, and the greatest emperors in history are just 0.00x% on my dashboard. Welcome to the 88th floor. The clock is ticking. The Jury is watching. Are you?”

Presented as an official archival record of the the world Above the Blue Sky, this collection compiles state documents, national annals, ideology treatise and firsthand accounts spanning across multiple centuries of conflicts and renewal. Through the rise of powers, the collapse of regimes and the shaping of modern societies, these archives preserve the living memory of a realm define by war, crisis, culture, myth, events and political transformation. Disclaimer (Please read to prevent misunderstanding): This work is entirely fictional and created for worldbuilding and entertainment purposes only. The author does not support or promote any form of extremism, racism, discrimination, violence, or hostility toward any individual, group, or organization. Any resemblance to real events, ideologies, or political systems is purely coincidental. The views and actions depicted within this series do not reflect the personal beliefs or political opinions of the author.

The famed War King set his sights on a simple farmer's daughter, not hesitating to keep himself pure as he engaged in nurturing her. Everyone thought that Sikong Mo, the War King, was destined to be a bachelor for life, but unexpectedly, news came that the renowned War King was to be wed, and his bride was to be a mere farmer's daughter. The daughters of the rich and noble roared in outrage, "Why her?" Sikong Mo appeared silently, "Because I said so." Born of wealthy parents, she was abandoned by them once again, replaced and poisoned, but fate did not forsake her, allowing her to cling stubbornly to life. Sikong Mo, "I empathize with you, we are a match made in heaven." Ye Jiu, "No, no, no, we are not the same. I have the Golden Finger, helping me reach the pinnacle of life." Sikong Mo, "Hmm? Have you forgotten who gave you that Golden Finger?" Ye Jiu deflated a bit guiltily, and slipped away. With Plane Space at hand, wealth throughout the world is unparalleled.

Her uncle indifferent, her fiancé unfaithful, and the very aunt she regarded as her own mother sold her to a merchant to be a concubine for two hundred thousand taels of silver, thoroughly ruining her life. Having been reborn and having survived life and death trials, Lian Yueyao vowed never to let anyone control her destiny again. This time, she would protect her loved ones who cared for her and carve out a splendid future for herself with her own hands. June's readers group: 97058970, everyone is welcome to join. June’s completed novel: "Rebirth: The Soft-hearted."

As the executor of the Heavenly Dao, Li Suisui descended to the mortal world for a trial. Born under a celestial omen, her birthday was co-opted by her cousin, which left two girls in the Li Family with the same birthday but disparate fortunes. Everyone said Li Suisui was a harbinger of misfortune, a reincarnated curse spirit, who was fated to bring disaster to her family. They wanted to get rid of her as quickly as possible. On the other hand, Li Yanyan was a lucky star, a blessed bag, everyone wanted to latch onto her coattails, trying to rub off as much luck as they could from her. Later on, when hardship befell the Li Family, the elderly matriarch planned to bury Li Suisui alive to change their luck. But Suisui's powerful uncles came from all corners of the world to rescue her. A grandmaster illusionist, an incomparable physician, the world's top God Hunter...it seemed the Li Family had really kicked at an iron plate! Overnight, Li Suisui became the most adored and cherished member of the family. Sneering outsiders said, "Treating a harbinger of disaster as treasure, when she eventually causes all of your deaths, that's when you'll regret it!" Yet as time passed, not only did no harm befall her uncles' families, but they all began to thrive enormously. Her lame uncle regained his mobility, his barren aunt bore twins, the once discordant couple reconciled, the other uncle became the Number One Scholar... It was even rumored that a long-deceased grandfather had come back to life...

Fat kitty died, killed by a lightning strike while stealing a chicken leg! And then, the kitty was reborn into a rich family in the 80s, which, having had nine grandsons, longed for a granddaughter and instantly made her the most adored one in the family! She was so happy with her life, being pampered by grandma, adored by parents, and protected by big brothers. Of course, it would have been even better if that big bad wolf hadn't cast covetous eyes on her.

She was the Eldest Legitimate Daughter of the General's Mansion, treacherously harmed and died a miserable death. Perhaps moved by pity, heaven granted her rebirth. She returned to four years earlier, not only possessing heterochromia that allowed her to see what others couldn't but also equipped with a portable space. She vowed to make those who hurt her and her mother pay in this life. He was a Prince with a Different Surname from Moli Country, holding military power and commanding awe in all directions. It was said that he had conquered most of Moli Country, and even The Emperor showed him deference. Legend had it he was a bloodthirsty prince who killed without blinking an eye. One day, she encountered a ragged but handsome man on the street, who chased after her, shouting, “My wife, my wife.” The woman said, “Damn it, who is your wife? Aunt isn’t even engaged yet! Go where it’s cool and stay there.” The man responded, “You are my wife, and I've decided to follow you for life.” "A feel-good story, both leads are strong, a pampering love story with 1v1 romance."

After waking up from a car accident, Qin Xue realized that she had traveled back to the 1980s, and what's even more shocking is that there's a ball in her belly. What the hell is going on? Can someone please explain this situation to her? Wasn't that handsome brother not fond of the original host? How come he turns out to be the father of the child?! Chu Molin: After returning from a mission, how did the house go from being a trash heap to being clean? And how did my willful, arrogant, and unreasonable wife suddenly turn into a gentle and lovely sheep? Also, what's the deal with that belly? Baby 2: Big brother, Dad and Mom are so silly. It seems like we were sent by Dad to top up their phone credits, right? Baby 1 responds with a hopeless look in his eyes! Welcome to join "Reborn Space: The Little Eighties Wife" group chat, group chat number: 947814976

The Peak of Divinity is a lonely place, but falling from it is lethal. ​Arga was the Eternal War Sovereign, the undisputed ruler of the Nine Heavens, until the Seven Heavenly Kings, his own sworn brothers, betrayed him. As his divine body shattered, Arga used a forbidden soul-reincarnation technique to escape through the void. ​He wakes up in the body of a man also named Arga, a "worthless" son in law in the modern city of Jakarta. For three years, this Arga was the punching bag of the wealthy Wijaya family, cleaning floors, washing dishes, and enduring the silent contempt of his beautiful wife, Siska. ​But the tiger has finally opened its eyes. ​On the night he is forced to sign his divorce papers and crawl away like a dog, the Sovereign’s soul finally merges with his mortal vessel. With a flick of his finger, elite bodyguards fall. With a single breath, the city’s hidden martial arts masters tremble. ​Arga no longer seeks the love of a woman who looked down on him. He seeks the spirit herbs hidden in urban skyscrapers, the ancient energy buried beneath city parks, and the path back to the heavens to reclaim his throne. ​From a discarded husband to the Urban God, Arga will show this world that even in a land of technology and skyscrapers, a Sovereign’s word is Law. ​"You offered me five hundred million to leave? In my previous life, gods offered me entire galaxies just for a moment of my time."

Collin East is a talent agent barely scraping by in the tough world of Hollywood. He’s average, has average clients, average luck, and an average career that has no clear direction. Until one morning, everything changes. Collin wakes up with a bizarre and unbelievable power. He can see floating words above people's heads. Words that reveal true and innate talents. “Romance Box Office Hit Actor,” “Master Director Of Comedy,” “Talk Show King,” “Olympic Gold Sprinter.” Suddenly, the nobodies around him shine with potential only he can see. Armed with this supernatural insight, Collin sets out to transform the entertainment industry from the inside out. He discovered an aspiring actor flipping pizzas, an unknown director with a vision that could make everyone laugh, a singer on a subway platform who could top the Billboard 100. [This novel has 65 advanced chapters on Patreon.] Patreon link: https://www.patreon.com/Puji_makii

This story from Parralel world with very similar process history moment. This story about fictional island on India ocean, 4,5 million km². I will keep story similar to historical data from real world to keep story more real

Song Yu’an was a veterinary student in Sydney—until she woke up face-down in a cricket jar. In the middle of the Ming Dynasty. With a very expensive cricket named “Great General” squished under her palm. The cricket’s owner? Zhu Zhanji, the Imperial Grandson. Sixteen years old. Arrogant. Temperamental. And absolutely obsessed with his prized fighter cricket. “You’re treating her,” he announces, pointing at his sick cricket. “Fine,” Yu’an says. “But stop yelling. And stop shoving her in your sleeve. And get a bigger jar.” “You don’t give orders to me.” “Then find yourself another vet.” She’s a straight-talking, no-nonsense veterinarian from the 21st century. He’s a royal heir who’s never been told “no” in his life. They argue about crickets. They argue about cats. They argue about everything. But somewhere between the honey-water feedings and the late-night arguments, the Imperial Grandson starts looking at her differently. “You’re only treating my crickets from now on.” “Says who?” Says the man who’s about to lose his heart to the one person who won’t bow to him.

A food science student from New York is suddenly transported to the refined world of the Song Dynasty, where she awakens as a lowly palace maid. There, she meets eight-year-old Zhao Xu—a lonely boy destined to become emperor, yet fated to die young. Through years of quiet companionship, hidden meals, and handwritten notes, she watches him grow from a fragile child into a burdened ruler. She teaches him simple joys from another time—card games, strange songs of Christmas whispered beneath a Song Dynasty moon—and feeds him warmth, one bowl of congee at a time. In return, he writes to her, his words maturing from childish scrawls into a promise: “Wait for me. I will make you my empress.” In a palace bound by power and fate, theirs is a love shaped not by grand gestures, but by growing up together—and by the quiet, enduring act of cooking for someone until it becomes everything.

Arshdeep Singh wasn’t normal. While others wasted time on trends and distractions, he spent his days buried in history—especially one era he could never let go of: The rise of the Sikh Empire. He studied it. Broke it down. Obsessively thought about what went wrong. And more importantly—how it could have been different. Technology. Administration. Military reform. In his mind, he had already rebuilt it a hundred times. But it was all useless. Just history. Until he woke up inside it. Now living as Nau Nihal Singh, heir to an empire on the edge, Arshdeep finds himself in the exact moment he had spent years thinking about. A powerful state. A fragile future. And a collapse that, in his original world, was inevitable. Except now— He isn’t just studying it. He’s inside it. Armed with modern knowledge of technology, governance, and warfare, along with an almost obsessive understanding of where everything goes wrong, Arshdeep is determined to do what history failed to achieve. Not just survive. Not just rule. But rebuild the empire into something that cannot fall. Because this time— He refuses to let it end the same way.

Before you stands Mr. Jorg von Roman: the architect of a new era for the German Wehrmacht, the mastermind behind Middle Eastern oil development, the venomous viper at the negotiating table, the leader of the En Marche! party, the scalpel that severed colonial empires, and the man destined to shape a thousand-year empire!

In the village of Oakhaven, you held your heart with your hands. Everyone carries a flickering candle, a tiny, glowing heartbeat held in a glass lantern. Eira’s light is steady, a cheerful lemon-yellow flame that matches her quiet, uncomplicated life. But at the edge of the village, there was a raging river that never froze in winter. To the rest of the village, it was the place where the lights went out. However, to Eira, it was different. The river felt like the only place in the world where she would feel free. Where she would find answers. The river wasn't the only one the village kept at a distance. There was a boy named Soren, whose presence felt like a draft in a sealed room. People whispered that his wick was black because his heart was charred. While other children boasted about their flames of vibrant scarlet and gold, Soren's lantern held a cold, violet light that looked like it would go out in an instant. Yet, as Eira uncovers the pieces of Soren's past, she realizes his fire isn't dying because he is bad, but because he’s been left out alone in the rain for too long.

I am the only son of the Dukes of Connaught and Strathearn, and the grandson of Her Majesty Queen Victoria of the British Empire. Now, in the name and honor of the House of Saxe-Coburg and Gotha, I swear upon my life to witness and safeguard the rise of this land — to unite all the people of Australia and New Zealand under one new name, and to watch our destiny unfold together. Long live Australasia! A tale of royal legacy, ambition, and the birth of a new empire at the edge of the world. Australasia novel, historical fiction, British Empire story, Queen Victoria descendant, royal alternate history, Australia rise, New Zealand union, time of empires, colonial historical drama, House of Saxe Coburg Gotha, royal family saga, Australasia unification, Victorian era story, alternate history novel, British royalty fiction, imperial expansion novel

Jacobo Milagros Nazarion leads a found-family crew through a world that has forgotten the oldest truth. As cults rise and miracles bloom like rot in the cracks of cities, each step drags their sins into the light. Then the sky begins to shift, as if it’s trying to remember what everyone was forced to forget. (also uploading on royal road with the same name RuinBorn)

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In late 1947, on a cold train climbing to the Bauchi Plateau in Northern Nigeria, a young man named Hassan meets an old, tired Mallam Alhaji Ibrahim Ilia. The Mallam looks poor and broken — dirty clothes, cracked skin from the harmattan wind, tears in his eyes. But he carries a special blue passport from 1927, showing a strong young man in a fine turban. Curious, Hassan talks to him. The old man shares shocking secrets: he was once a doctor and healer in the army, traveled to Mecca and far places, and now he is dying — from an old wound and poison he took himself. He says, "I just want to die." Before his time runs out, the Mallam begs to tell his full life story. He feels Hassan will understand. As the train nears Jos, the old man shares his past — a tale of faith, hard journeys, love, pain, and choices that changed everything. What made this wise, devout man choose death? What adventures and losses hide in his twenty-year passport? Read his heartfelt story, told in his own words, before the final stop.