Permanent Martial Arts - Chapter 1549 Time for the Celestial Devil Ancestor to Die!

Transmigration.The word still hit Regal like a cold splash of water - a reminder of how his old life, against all his wild imagination, had ended in the least cinematic way possible.No heroic sacrifice. No tearful goodbyes. Not even a poetic monologue.Just… poof.Lights out, curtains down, and show over.Yet, here he was, still alive.Regal Seraphsail - same name, same dreams, but in a world fourteen years into the past.New packaging, though.It was December 2009, in a world that was almost - but not quite - Earth.Then, there was The System.It rewarded him with skills, scripts, and creativity, all tailored to help him become the greatest storyteller this world had ever seen.For Regal, it was the perfect tool.Because, with or without it, Regal’s singular dream had always been cinema - and he will achieve it this time.From writing world-changing stories to directing films that redefined the industry, Regal was determined to become the biggest figure Hollywood had ever seen.His first step?Penning a book called＜Harry Potter＞and watching it take the world by storm.=====Points to be noted:- This is a Parallel World. With different people, different backgrounds, and different ages. So, expect plenty of unexpected surprise cameos of celebrities.- No Harem (OC Female Lead).- The MC is not a money driven person, but he understands the practical need for success to bring his visions to life.- Don’t expect an overly realistic portrayal of Hollywood’s dark side, other issues, or any overly grim themes.- I am here to write a fun and entertaining story, not to delve into anything beyond that or political themes.=====If you are enjoying the story and want to read early chapters, consider supporting me on Patreon!–> /OrgoWritersI will be posting this story on RoyalRoad, AO3, and ScribbleHub.….

“You’re a monster…” she whispered, staring at the fading radiant barrier breaking apart in the sky.“Probably,” I agreed.“Do you know what you’ve done?!”Her voice suddenly broke apart.“Billions will die!” she screamed.“Billions of people will suffer because you removed the restriction that kept Chaos away!”“I know,” I said flatly.She stared at me in disbelief.“And you feel nothing?”I thought about it for a moment.Then I shrugged.“I wouldn’t say I feel nothing.”Her eyes widened.“Then what do you feel?”I looked up at the sky.The authority of the gods was collapsing.“Satisfaction!”“Whaattt!”A smile slowly spread across my face seeing her reaction.“I fucking love it,” I said softly.“Watching you lofty gods get your asses cooked for treating us mortals as idiots.”………………..Haa…Life.Isn't it strange?It is always full of surprises, and always bringing unexpected events at the most unexpected times.The gifts life gave me were enough to make me cry, yet I never truly knew whether those tears were from happiness or sadness. Maybe they were both or maybe neither.Reincarnation.Isekai.Yes, I became one of those so-called heavenly blessed ones.I am Noel De Nova.Son of the Grand Duke and one of the strongest persons in the world.So I should have been living a very good and happy life, right?However...Mysticless.Manaless.Talentless.And useless...That's what I am.Still, I believed that everything would change when I would awaken my cheat and slap every one face but days of waiting turned fruitless, making me a joke to the whole world.Black sheep of Nova... That's why I was called.And if this wasn't enough, 18 years after coming to this world I found that the reason behind all this is because I was designed like that.Yes, designed...A cannon fodder character who is designed to suffer by the developer, and on top of that there are many reincarnated individuals and…All of them were born with golden fingers except me.Damn you all…There were billions of people yet I am only designed as useless to suffer.You all can go to hell.And the script..“Fuck you and your damned script.”And as for the person who is responsible for all this shit….It doesn't matter if you are a god or some world-shattering disaster-level being,just don't let me find you, or else I am gonna enjoy shattering you piece by piece.And I swear it.

Gazing at the Starbucks café at the airports had become a ritual for her. A desperate attempt as she hoped against hope to see him again, probably get one more chance to kiss him again.

Looking at the store all lost, she walked ahead, but stumbled and bumped against someone.

The cup of coffee that he had in his hand spilled all over just like the first time when she had met him.

“Jesus Christ”, he muttered.

The moment she heard the voice she looked up and saw his face. It was the same face that had promised to stay next to her, till death did them apart.

Tears flooded her eyes and she could barely speak, “I knew you would come back for me Raymond”. She raised herself on her toes in an attempt to kiss him, but he blocked her lips with his palm.

“Whoa, whoa, Miss !!! I guess you have mistaken me for someone else.”

“What are you saying, Raymond? It's me, your Akira. The love of your life, your fiancée,” she said and stretched her hand showing the ring on her finger.

He stared at the ring for quite some time and then looked at her face apologetically and said,

“Miss please, I am already a married man.”

And then he silently walked away.

Corvin Blackmoor was a man carved by war and betrayal.From the blood soaked deserts of Afghanistan to the shadowed corridors of British Intelligence, he served and watched ideals crumble into lies.Patriotism. Honor. Loyalty.He buried them all long before a Quds Force assassin silenced his final breath.But death was only the beginning.Dragged from the ruins of a dying world, Corvin awakens in Valtheris. A savage world ruled by magic, where gods are myths, and survival is written in blood.He is no longer human.He is the last of the Dark Parasytes, an extinct race once so feared that every kingdom, every empire, and every mage order hunted them to extinction.Armed with Shadow Siphon, the power to replicate the strengths of others, Corvin stands alone at the bottom of an alien food chain.Weaker than a wild beast, with enemies and predators lurking in every forest, every court, every throne.Weakness is temporary, patience is eternal.In a world fractured by ancient wars, between noble Elves, scheming Demons, ruthless Humans, primal Feralis and Aetherborn Corvin will climb.He will feast. He will conquer.And in the shadows of Valtheris, the last predator will rise.No gods. No masters.Only the cold ambition of a man who has nothing left to believe in… but power itself.