MTL - Cthulhu Gonfalon - Chapter 8

A chilling air swept across the desert as a figure in a black cloak and obsidian crown walked toward the advancing army of House Elyria.With a raise of his hand, the sun turned black, plunging the battlefield into darkness. The wind ripped away the sand, revealing an ocean of skulls, and from it, thousands of undead surged, surrounding the army.Blood spilled, and with each death, the army grew—undead rising even before their bodies hit the ground. The figure stepped onto the shoulder of a massive giant, its molten eyes burning as it crushed entire squads with a single swing.As the black sun set, only the general remained. Kneeling, he glared.“You think this will go unanswered? House Elyria is one of the strongest forces on the continent!”The figure smirked. “Your House will answer soon enough. I’ll be visiting it tonight.”With a wave, the undead surged, swallowing him whole.--After his death in an accident, Roye awakens in the midst of a dark sacrificial ritual, surrounded by hundreds of lifeless corpses inside the body of Roye Valdrin—a disowned noble, the forgotten younger brother of a ruthless villainess, and the discarded ex-fiancé of a destined heroine.Worse yet, he has transmigrated into the world of Valoria, a dark fantasy realm where humanity began reclaiming its place on the surface only eight hundred years ago, after living underground for millennia with no idea why they were forced to hide in the first place.A world where gods and ancient emperors still influence the living from their graves.A world where politics run amok.A world where evil hearts and questionable morality lurk beneath a beautiful facade.Could he even survive in such a brutal world?Core Bloodline Acquired—Special Inheritance Gained: Apostle of Death.(Rank- Unknown)Roye doesn’t know if he will survive, but he knows one thing: he’ll do whatever it takes. Messing with the plot, killing main characters—nothing is off-limits.If the world wants to destroy him, he’ll burn it down first.

Jin Watanabe, a renowned genius programmer, died from overworking on the latest project that his clients had piled on him.Instead of the peaceful eternal rest he had hoped for, he opened his eyes in a fantasy world—only to realize he had been reincarnated into the frail body of a sickly boy who was already on the verge of death.“Young Master Jin is trash. Can't even cast a single spell.”“The Raith family's shame.”“He'll be dead within the year anyway. Who cares?”But then, to his surprise, strange words began floating above the teacup beside his bed...[Warning: Lethal Substance Detected][Analyzing...][Identified: Poison][Ultimate Editor system Activated...]Jin stared at the floating strings, then looked around and checked other objects.They called him trash. They tried to kill him. They thought this world belonged to them.They were wrong.Because Jin could see reality as code. And he was about to hack their world..........Join Discord for character arts and more:https://discord.gg/6YrfWD72YQ

The Immortal Dao towers above. Gods and demons look down upon the mortal world. yaos and demons rampage unchecked…Stumbling into this realm, Lin Zheyu discovers a truth: Heaven Rewards the Diligent. As long as he works hard enough, he can grow stronger.So what if the Immortal Dao is unreachable? So what if gods and demons cannot be gazed upon directly? So what if yaos and demons run rampant?Lin Zheyu embarks on the path of martial cultivation. He remains steady and humble, diligent and relentless in training, step by step forging a road to immortality that belongs to him alone.Summary:The story follows Lin Zheyu, a man transported into a world of martial cultivation. Unlike many protagonists who rely on luck, destiny, or fortuitous encounters, he discovers a different truth: Heaven Rewards the Diligent.Through discipline, persistence, and relentless training, he grows stronger. Steady, low-key, and unwavering, he forges a road to longevity that belongs to him alone.If you enjoy cultivation stories that emphasize effort over shortcuts, resilience over luck, and martial growth built brick by brick, then this is a journey worth following.

At twenty‑nine, she was the youngest CEO in the tech industry—NetVault Security had gone from small startup to Fortune 500 in just six years. The media called her a prodigy. Her board called her unstoppable.Her therapist called her alexithymic.Unable to understand or describe her own emotions.The elevator chimed. Elara didn’t look up. Only one person had after‑hours access.“You’re late,” she said. “The investor meeting is in twelve hours. Did you review the—”“I’m not here about the meeting.”…“Ugh.”Elara lost her life that day at the hands of her mentor and adoptive father. By the next morning, the same people who once called her a genius and praised her to the sky were calling her a coward who killed herself to escape scandal.Then Elara woke up.Not in her office. Not in a hospital.In a different world. In a different body.She was now Elara, the Fourth Princess of this so‑called great kingdom—only to find that this princess was an utter pushover, completely useless in everyone’s eyes. No one feared her. No one respected her. Even her own palace was full of other people’s spies.How is Elara supposed to survive this palace battle, when seven princesses fight in the shadows and she’s known as the weakest one? And can she ever escape this place… or will she decide to win instead?……“Your Highness, please… ugh…”The leash of light around Mahir’s neck—the head of the knights—tightened with a soft pull. His face flushed red, and not from pain.“Princess, here.” Ken, the strongest beast knight, knelt closer and held out a small pill between his fingers, guiding it gently to Elara’s lips.“Swallow it,” he said quietly. “You used too much power today.”On the floor below the bed, three beastmen knelt in a row, broad shoulders tense, ears twitching, their eyes fixed on her with dazed focus. Thin, glowing leashes of magic ran from their collars to the bands at Elara’s wrists.“Please…” Ken’s voice dropped, rough and a little hoarse. “Put your foot here.” He touched his gloved hand to his chest. “On me.”Elara sighed, half annoyed, half amused, and rested her foot lightly on his armored chest. All three of them drew in a sharp breath at the same time, faces turning even redder as the magic between them flared.Their eyes—gold, amber, and deep brown—looked up at her with the same lost, devoted gaze.