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He found himself in a war that he never was a part of, betrayed by the very ones he valued and trusted the most stabbed him in his back. At least, dying and being betrayed, wasn't the end of his tale. He was reborn in a new world, where he could finally use his calculative and witty nature to achieve greater things. Whispering to no one in particular: Well... where to begin," he mutters, already halfway across the room piercing through the shadow into the abyss vanishing as quickly as he appeared bending the shadow moving in a chaotic frenzy. Malcolm doesn’t chase revenge. He orchestrates outcomes. He doesn't need an army. His wit is sharp enough. His shadows are loyal enough. And while the world spins blindly, Malcolm plays for something more. Change. Power. Control. Maybe change the world all while sitting at home. Yes the story of Malcolm—The-Unchained shadow— the lone man who wanted all the world had to offer, the man who changed the world all while being a faint whisper in the shadow. Or so he thought.... One of his most trusted friends told him one thing trust no one. And never let your guard down, especially to those who get too involved in his day to day life. Malcom silently reflecting "funny khazer you once told me an honorable man isn't defined by the works they do today but a man is defined by the life he leads himself and those around him towards." If you and I met again you'd probably say "You can cut out all that worrying you're doing it's not getting you anywhere. What you need is some sake as long as you're paying right "
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I'M NOT THE NAMELESS ONE

For longer than he can remember, Ifrit has wandered through countless timelines, shattered realities, and impossible universes. He has witnessed the rise and fall of gods. He has watched civilizations burn, be reborn, and vanish without a trace. He has buried friends whose names even history forgot. He has seen lovers swear eternal devotion, only to become passing memories in the endless flow of existence. At some point, he stopped counting his age. At some point, he stopped searching for answers. Yet one question continues to follow him across every reality: What am I? In a multiverse governed by timelines, concepts, divine laws, and the mysterious World Clock, there exists a forbidden truth hidden from gods and mortals alike. A truth so terrifying that entire pantheons erased themselves rather than remember it. The truth of The Nameless One. When ancient seals begin to break and forgotten timelines awaken, Ifrit finds himself at the center of a cosmic conflict older than existence itself. Gods fear him. Concepts reject him. Reality struggles to define him. Because Ifrit is the only being who exists across all realities without another version of himself. As the boundaries between universes collapse and the First War threatens to begin anew, Ifrit must uncover the secret buried within his own existence. But the closer he gets to the answer, the more horrifying the truth becomes. For Ifrit is not searching for the Nameless One. The Nameless One may be searching for him. And if he ever remembers the forgotten truth hidden beyond gods, beyond time, and beyond existence itself... Reality may be forced to decide what it truly is for the very first time. "I have crossed infinite worlds, buried countless memories, and outlived civilizations beyond number." "But after all this time..." "I still don't know what I am." I'M NOT THE NAMELESS ONE A Chronofantasy Novel by ZIAYI
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I Left Being a Hero to Farm

Philantria. The world where the strongest rule over it. Non-stop battles everywhere.  Kingdoms taking over kingdoms. Bloodbath after bloodbath. War has defined this world. And the only man renowned as the Hero of Philantria, Crescentine Fleur, has been in these wars since he was 12. Now at 20. Eight years of fighting on the frontlines, where the people called him a Hero, Kings called him a weapon, and the soldiers called him a legend. It was tiring. Crescentine had lost the reason to be the Hero the people needed, if all he was ever required to do was kill. Then one day, he simply vanished. Not because he wanted to... But the rulers' betrayal has opened the doors for his disappearance. His armor and sword were left behind at the last battle between the 4 kingdoms and the empire. His hero insignia was on the ground, abandoned. As they rejoice the death of the so-called hero. Leaving them blind of the truth. Where did the hero go after? Why did he leave? And perhaps because of his absence, the kingdoms and the empire were pushed into a treaty, to stop the very battles that made their hero a weapon. Where did Crescentine Fleur go? ....Farming.  On the furthest edge of the Kingdom of Amlada. A small village the government had long neglected. Somewhere the rulers would never think to search. Crescentine Fleur was gone. And Leigh the farmer? Planting his first crops. While also using his hidden memories of a past life nobody knew... That's something no one would ever believe.
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