myth

"Climb." Vaylan awakens in a dying world as the sole survivor of a failed Ragnarok, his memories gone, haunted only by a prophecy that marks him as a blue-eyed killer of gods of a mysterious world known as the New World. To uncover the truth of his past and his destiny, he ventured past a deathly mist separating old and new, called, ‘The Veil’—only to discover that The New World was in fact, 99 disparate realms, all connected by a single World Tree. He was born with powers that come with a steep price. "The One Who Learns All" allows him to copy and master any unique skill, but with each acquisition, a core human emotion is sacrificed forever. Joined by unlikely allies, each bearing their own scars and secrets, Vaylan battles not only the Tree's monstrous denizens and divine machinations, but also the encroaching emptiness within himself. Can he navigate the trials, survive the New World's gods' ire, before the Old World is lost forever while also keeping what makes him human?

Magic defines the world. It shapes nations, decides wars, and divides the weak from the powerful. Those who master it rule. Those who don't serve it. For centuries, the Magi have stood at the peak — wielding spells that bend nature, reshape matter, and defy death itself. Forgotten ruins stir with life. Ancient laws fracture. And the balance between order and chaos have always been gray here.

In the blood-soaked era of Itano's western continent, a young noblewoman, Matisse Skykor, is torn from her family amidst a brutal coup. Fleeing from baseless accusations and relentless persecution, Matisse sacrifices much to survive. But with the aid of a mysterious figure named Scene, she leads the loyal supporters of the Skykor family to establish a new nation. Yet beneath the surface of this fledgling kingdom lies a web of secrets and treachery. The enigmatic Scene's true motives, the hidden truths of the Dragon Clan, and the ever-present dangers that threaten their fragile peace—these mysteries drive the narrative forward, inviting readers to question who can truly be trusted. Filled with political intrigue, battles of wits and courage, and the relentless pursuit of hope in the face of despair, "The Rise of Skykor" is more than a tale of personal triumph; it is a testament to the power of faith and unity.

The name Vashirayan means nothing to most. It doesn’t trend. It doesn’t hold office. But in rooms where wars are decided, it means one thing: Stay quiet. Or disappear. Across the world, they are known by many names: The House of the Sage. The Crownless Kings. Hi no Michibiki — “Guided by Fire.” La Sombra Serena — “The Serene Shadow.” The Ones Who Don’t Knock. Each name different. Each name earned. Each name spoken only once. House of the Sage is a modern myth-thriller—where ancient bloodlines shape new empires, and a silent war simmers beneath elite society. At its center: Nivrit Vashirayan—a quiet graduate student with a calm voice, brilliant mind… and a terrifying inheritance. He was raised to disappear into normal life. But some bloodlines don’t go quiet forever. When Niv steps into view—just once, just enough—it’s felt everywhere. Cartels hesitate. Private guards get reassigned. Old families reopen dossiers sealed in fireproof cabinets. Because the Vashirayans never announce themselves. But the world always feels it when they move.

“The Gods have abandoned us.” Some called it the end of Kalyug. Others whispered of Ragnarök, the Great Flood, the Titanomachy, or the Era of the Fifth Sun. Across every culture, the names differed, but the meaning remained the same: the world as we knew it had come to an end. The Cataclysm came sooner than anybody expected. The sky split open, oceans boiled, and the universe began to collapse upon itself. The whole world that we knew ended that day. And then we never heard from the Gods ever again. Yet by miracle or chance, a fragment of the broken world, which wasn't supposed to survive well, survived. Adrift in the void, like a lone leaf clinging to existence. After a great Turbulent time, it found its place somewhere in the great void, restoring the peace once more. But peace was fleeting. From the depths of the void emerged something far older and darker: the Gods of the Void—primordial beings born from chaos, with numbers in trillions and powers to unmake reality itself. With no divine guardians left, they swept across the remnants of creation, enslaving all that survived. In a desperate stand, the shattered races united, wielding the last vestiges of ancient wisdom and relics. Together, they repelled the invaders, but the darkness never truly retreated. Now, in this new age, every survivor is born with a Talent—a spark of potential that shapes their destiny, ranked from the most common White to the rare and unseen legendary Gold. Rudra possesses only a humble White Talent: ordinary, unremarkable, and easily overlooked. Yet, as the world teeters on the brink of collapse, it is often the overlooked who find the strength to defy fate. Now, as the world stood on the brink of collapse, Rudra was just beginning his ascent toward godhood with countless others. For in this world, one law remains unbroken: “Only a God can kill a God.” This is the story of a war, this is the story of Eternal Frontiers.

“Director Matou, the magical effects in your fantasy film looked incredibly realistic! How did you pull them off?” “They were real magic,” Shinji replied without missing a beat. “Director Matou, your historical drama was praised for its uncanny accuracy. How did you manage that?” “I had direct consultation from the people who lived in that era.” “Director, in your tokusatsu films, why does the Ultraman-like hero always use Bajiquan in combat?” “Well, that’s because the actor playing him is none other than the founder of Bajiquan himself.” “Director Matou, why do the female leads in all your films look so… similar? Especially all those Arturia actresses with the same name and face?” “That, my friend, is a long story. And it all begins with a certain mushroom-headed man—” “......” . . . . . Shinji Matou. A prodigious talent in the world of film, a renegade magi who defied the orthodoxy of the Clock Tower, and an eccentric summoner who had long since stopped pretending to get along with his own Servant. A director who blended modern cinema with ancient magecraft. A magus who saw the silver screen as a new kind of reality marble. He stood boldly before a press conference filled with journalists, film critics, and confused magi alike. “I am the greatest Master among Directors—and the greatest Director among Masters!” He declared it like a line straight out of his own movie, with all the pomp and confidence of a man who had rewritten the rules of both cinema and sorcery. The hall fell into an awkward silence. And then, in perfect unison, a thunderous cry echoed from behind the curtains— “SHUT UP AND GET LOST!” ×N A chorus of exasperated Servants, all fed up with his antics. Shinji didn’t flinch. He simply smirked, adjusted his director’s beret, and turned back to the flashing cameras. "Good! Now let’s roll the cameras! Scene one—reality itself."

Ethan died in our world. And when he opened his eyes again… the stars had changed. Reborn into the age of myth, long before his time and when Olympus stood tall, he awakens in the Garden of the Hesperides. Reincarnated as the God of Power he is now watched over by mysterious nymphs under Hera's silent command. Unaware of the divine politics at play or the godhood now within him, he must navigate a world of titans, monsters, and primordial chaos. But he’s not entirely alone. A mysterious System, has merged with his soul, offering quests, powers, and choices that creates and enhances powers and help him shape his path toward ascension. As the gods begin to stir and ancient forces clash for control, the new deity must find his place in a pantheon not yet formed and carve a name into legend with power, cunning, and the will to rise. Because in this world, divinity is earned. And only those who ascend... survive. Author's Note: This story draws inspiration from Greek mythology, but takes creative liberties for the sake of narrative and worldbuilding. While many elements remain faithful to the ancient myths, others will be reimagined or altered entirely. Please enjoy this interpretation as a myth of its own.

Am I a woman or a man? The question doesn't make sense at all. Can't Lufe see what's down in the pants? (To be updated soon)

Wei Yuan originally had no grand aspirations, but in the torrents of the times, he had no choice but to embark on the path of conquering the four corners and expanding territories, treading through mountain passes without ever growing old. Irreverent Introduction One: Even Immortals fear industrialization! This is a story about an industrial revolution in a fantasy world.

If you had a golden apple, who would you give it to? Invited to the banquet, Luo En saw the golden apple in the plate inscribed with "To the fairest goddess" and the three goddesses embroiled in dispute before him, and he picked up a knife with a smug smile. The first step, peeling; he gave the skin to Aphrodite. "To be fair, you're quite pretty. As a layer of skin, you're not bad to look at." The second step, slicing the flesh; he gave that to Hera. "As the queen of heaven, yet everyone in Olympus from 800-year-olds to animals has cuckolded you, including males, females, and even sheep. Since you can't save face anyway, take these insides." The third step, he gave the remaining core to Athena. "You were supposed to be born a male god and take over Zeus's position, but due to Zeus's shenanigans, you lost that seed, so here, have this core." Aphrodite clenched her fists, Hera raised her scepter, Athena summoned her spear and shield... Seeing this, Luo En quickly stepped back, shielding the goddess of discord, Eris, firmly in front of him. "And you still want to be the goddess of discord? Look at me; I got them to unite at once, even better than you with your instigation." "..." Surrounded by Greek gods sharpening their knives, Eris was left in silence.

People got a planet in the beginning and what to do with it was up to them. Wang Yi, a young man in the 21st century, coincidentally transmigrated into a world where everyone had the opportunity to awaken a planet. The larger the diameter of the planet, the more advanced the energy transformed, and the more powerful the civilization created. Some people obtained the planet's energy as " Martial True Qi" and used the creation sandbox to create a martial civilization, and the people on the planet were all martial artists. Some people get the planet's energy as "Immortal True Energy" and use the creation sandbox to create an immortal civilization, and the people on the planet were all cultivators! Some people obtained the energy of the planet as "Fighting Qi", and used the creation sandbox to create the civilization of Fighting Qi, and people on the planet are all fighters! Some people obtained the energy of the planet as "Soul Power", and used the creation sandbox to create the Soul Path Civilization, and the people on the planet were all Soul Masters! ... Everyone was struggling to evolve a magical civilization system. Wang Yi, however, used his past life memories to start evolving an "Primordial" civilization! "Your world-extinguishing laser cannon is powerful, but I have the son of the Great Dao, Pan Gu! One axe will reduce your world to naught!" "Your thousands of angels are powerful, but I have three thousand Chaos Demon Gods to beat you in a minute!" "Your army of darkness is awesome, but I have the Buddha's Paramount Sage, who will defeat you in a minute!" "..." This was a story of how the Primordial civilization crushed various transcendent civilizations.

If the world hadn’t already ended, Warren Smith would’ve become a serial killer. He was built for it cold, precise, methodical. Not driven by rage or trauma, but by a hunger for control. A creature of discipline and detachment. In the old world, he would’ve been studied. Hunted. Locked away. But the old world is long gone. Centuries ago, something broke everything broke. Civilization collapsed under its own weight, swallowed by unchecked ambition, mass failure, and rot. The cities fell. The satellites died. People learned to fear silence because silence meant they’d been forgotten. And then, hundreds of years later, came the System. Sold as a cure. Marketed as salvation. A new architecture to stitch the ruins back together. Embedded in human minds through chips and fragments, it offered power, skills, survival. It promised to lift the desperate into something more than just broken survivors. It lied. The System was never built to save anyone. It was a leash. A filter. A machine designed to manage what was left not fix it. It turned people into data. Into stats. Into expendable roles with preset fates. But Warren wasn’t part of that design. He’s what the System missed. What it couldn’t see. An Aberrant unregistered, unreadable, ungovernable. He moves through the shattered world not as a man, but as something becoming legend. A ghost in the mist. The silence before the violence. He doesn’t crave recognition. He doesn’t ask for power. He takes it quietly, completely, and without permission. Because Warren doesn’t survive the System. He dissects it. And what he builds from its broken parts is entirely his own. Even in a world of collapse and cruelty he’s the one thing still coming for Yellow Jacket is a post-apocalyptic, cyberpunk, stat-driven, hard sci-fi series with: a brutal anti-hero deep system mechanics cat-fueled chaos and a world built on lies.

Transmigrated into a flesh ball, my father swung a sword to chop me, why does this storyline seem so familiar? Have I become Nezha? A great cultivator from the Earth's end-times era transmigrates into Nezha. Watch as the young man navigates the prehistoric world, cutting through illusions, slaying dragon sons, subduing the Dragon Palace, and breaking heaven's barriers!

Facing a meteor, I wished for a stable and respectable job and money to spend, only to become the lucky one physically carried away by the meteor. After drifting through chaos, I was reborn as Nezha. The good news is all my wishes came true, the bad news is the world is not right. Nezha, carrying fragments of the Creation Jade Slip and Chaos Pearl, doesn't want to follow the old path of becoming a tool for Taiyi to avert disasters, so he apprentices under Nuwa. What do you mean I killed Ao Bing? I don't know Ao Bing, you should ask someone else. What do you mean Yin Shou is tyrannical, he is just an enthusiast of cultivation. Stone Ji is a spirit born from rocks, naturally, she matches my expertise in mending the sky, so let her be my good friend (tool). Why do you say Zhao Gongming looks simple-minded? I think he looks very much like my brother-in-law. Let’s see how Nezha securely cultivates in the prehistoric world, defying fate and ascending the Great Dao.

In history, the most notorious Holy Knight! Corrupt Light! Holy Sinner! Blasphemer! The Irreverent! Wright has many well-known titles within the Church of the Holy Light. Angel: "The Goddess tells us to guard against fire, theft, and Wright!" Evil God: "Could you stop targeting me alone when you fleece us?" Evil Dragon: "He not only extorted my money but also abducted my precious daughter!" Devil: "Hell is still too kind and pure for Wright to handle!" Yet this man, whom the Goddess of Holy Light considers a thorn in her side, has become the world's most terrifyingly powerful Holy Knight!! Wright: "Do you believe in the light?"

Li Jing: Nezha, in your father's heart, you are always the most beautiful boy. Nezha: Dad, what if I said I've caused trouble again? Li Jing: It's okay, you are just a child! Dragon King of the East Sea: .... Shiji Niangniang: .... Patrolling Yaksha: .... Taiyi Zhenren: .... Other Bystanders: ... Transforming into the ultimate doting father, Li Jing becomes the strongest dad in the 'Investiture of the Gods'. Everything starts from 'Nezha: Birth of the Demon Child'.

Sun Wukong awoke to the Advice System at Magic Square Mountain, connecting his consciousness to Zhihu. As long as he took suggestions from netizens, he could obtain various rewards. At first, all he sought was immortality, but once a bunch of savvy netizens started offering a myriad of suggestions, his future began to warp. "I'm Sun Wukong, been at Magic Square Mountain for seven years, and the ancestral master still won't teach me the path to immortality—what should I do?" "I’m Qin Shi Huang himself. Hurry up and wire me some money." "Thanks for the invite; I'm in the States, just got off the plane. I suggest you definitely learn all the Heavenly Guards and Earthly Fiends!"

【Necromancer】, Originating from ancient Europe, these mysterious wizards were often male, knowing how to summon and enslave the souls of the deceased to create undead creatures. Usually, those who practiced this craft had frail bodies, pale complexions, and twisted psyches, shunning and distrusting others. Some, who mastered the art, could even trade their flesh for an immortal Lich's life. But can someone tell me how to practice the art of necromancy in the 21st century? In a law-abiding society, I can't even get a skeleton! Misumi Mikoto: Doctor Chen, come quickly and help me examine this body; I can't find the cause of death! Jounouchi Hiromi: Doctor Chen, come check on this patient first; what exactly is wrong with him?

A frail and often ill son of a wealthy merchant unexpectedly embarked on the path of cultivating immortality while seeking a way to prolong his life! During the Tang Dynasty's Golden Age, the world was at peace, the climate was favorable, and the people lived in tranquility. One thousand years later, demonic beings devoured the sky, demonic ghosts rampaged, and sorrow-filled cries resonated everywhere. The Journey to the West reappeared, the Great Sage fought against the heavens, the Heavenly Stem descended to the mortal world, reincarnating anew. Mysterious transmigrations and reincarnations, reality and illusions intermingling, truly extraordinary! Is it just a dream predicted in the prophecy? Or a reality that has yet to occur? Can he eradicate the predestined demonic barrier, eliminate the catastrophes of the Three Realms that have yet to occur, and save the people from utter destruction?

In Indian mythology, the Three Aspects Deity suppressed the current age. Many Immortals cursed all the gods. Asuras, after millennia of arduous cultivation, would always attack the Heavenly Realm and beat up the Heavenly Emperor upon receiving a boon. "Arduous cultivation, receiving boons, beating up the Heavenly Emperor, why is Indian mythology always like this? I'm the one who gets beaten and suffers; I quit!" Indra, who had reincarnated as the Heavenly Emperor, was furious. And so... "Whoever loves being the Heavenly Emperor, be my guest; I'm not going to work!" Indra said. "Hey, hey, hey, the script isn't supposed to go like this," the Destroyer God Shiva said, full of question marks. "You've performed great meritorious deeds in the past. This position of the Heavenly Emperor is rightfully yours. If not, there will be chaos in the world!" the Protector God Vishnu said anxiously. "No, Heavenly Emperor, I'll give you a boon. Go quickly and beat up the Asura!" the Creator God Brahma spoke thus.