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Douluo: Writing a Diary, Turns Out I'm the I'm the Overpowered One!

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Get completed english translated version on my patreon shop: https://www.patreon.com/cw/UIGOD_Official After being transmigrated into the world of Douluo Dalu, Huo Yuhao discovers that writing in a diary each day makes him inexplicably stronger. With this mysterious ability, he sets a humble goal: stay low-key and steady—at least until he has enough power to challenge the Divine Realm. However, things don’t go as planned. The more he writes, the more bizarre the people around him become. The calm life he hoped for is soon disrupted by strange developments: — Zhang Lexuan, his senior sister, defects from Shrek Academy to teach at the Sun and Moon Imperial Soul Engineer Academy, just to stay close to him. — The Ice Empress and Snow Empress battle for the right to become his second spirit. — The Silver Dragon King awakens far ahead of schedule, bringing a divine beast and chaos in her wake. With all eyes turning toward him, Huo Yuhao begins to question: Are they acting strange... or am I? Wang Dong’er: “Dong’er is Dong’er! I’m not some Little Seven! Tang San, this sword is called Frostmourne—Yuhao made it just for me! Snow Empress: “Compared to that loli Ice Empress, obviously I’m the better fit to be your second spirit!” Gu Yuena: “Human, I remember it clearly—you said you liked girls with white hair!” Armed with his diary system and tangled up with goddesses, spirit beasts, and a fate-bending path, Huo Yuhao embarks on a journey to shake the heavens—and maybe lose his mind in the process. Complete PDF of this fan-fic on my Patreon shop if you want to support and own the full fan-fic in one go. Just grab the PDF and binge the entire story from start to finish! patreon .com/UIGOD
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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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