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The Unchosen One's Return

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Warning: This story has graphic violence, depictions of addiction, and heavy psychological trauma. For mature readers only (Grimdark, Dark Fantasy) The Unwanted. Since he was born, God has been a being of Perfection, our creator, who gifted the universe life; their reach meant no limit, and in order for humanity to show their gratefulness for that gift. Religion was born, and some stepped forward claiming they are the messenger or child of god to deliver the message and guidance to the middle realm, However as time goes on, an incurable disease slowly rots them, letting their greed guide their decision from being a messenger and child of god to become god. Disregard of life, normalize sacrifice, disconnection, and mindless devotion. Religion is practiced in the horrifying way possible. The Unwanted, Unchosen One has witnessed and has lost those he loves and cares for from life to life because of this blind devotion. he convince that God, the perfect Savior, ignores their children's cries and mourning for help to rest their suffering souls The Unchosen One, filled with an uncontrolled rage, built his power. Thousands of battles, he managed to emerge victorious from hundreds of them and merge that power to call it his own. His success came from the freedom of countless failures. Then he rebels against his own parents, the God Race. However, he was later confronted by reality. The Perfect being can bleed. Everything he believes and sees for a hundred years shatters in front of him. There is no such thing as Perfection. After the Unchosen One abandoned his rebellion against his own parent, he asked the god for forgiveness. His last wish before he restarts his life in one of the countless universes out there, The Unchosne One, Liatart: I wish for ignorance, so I can rest peacefully A new world he arrived in, Where politic of self-interest, superpowers, and the Wealthiest govern the world
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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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