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Bred to be humanity’s Messiah. Betrayed into becoming its greatest Demon. Kai Stormborn died after exacting revenge.But death could not claim him.Reborn in the Primordial Tower. A battleground where Chaos and Order wage war. And Kai? He is neither. He is something far worse, carrying a Glitch — a forbidden anomaly that lets him devour magical creatures, assimilate their abilities, and evolve.To ascend beyond mortality, Kai must consume worlds, crush their champions, and rewrite their fates.He bends the Harry Potter timeline to his will. He manipulates the Great Houses of Game of Thrones like pawns. He fuses the very realities of Demon Slayer, Bleach, and more into his domain. His Breathing Style warps the laws of Reality Marbles. His mind becomes an Artificial Intelligence. His spirit wields the Will of D.Dumbledore fears him. The Akatsuki hunt him. The Gotei 13, the Warlords, the Jedi—all have stood in his way. All have fallen.Kai no longer walks as a mere Contestant—he is ascending into something Eldritch.Corpses stack like monuments in his wake and Timelines fracture as he upends the lores of the worlds. He does not follow Chaos. He does not obey Order. He bends Reality to his will.This is not a story of redemption. It is the legend of a demonic being who rewrote the rules of existence itself.But can you stomach what comes next?***************No Harem.You can also try my new fanfic: Dr Blessed - In MHA With Lord Of Mysteries System, to read about Luke who has a Quirk to bestow Quirks upon others, along with Beyonder-powers from three Pathways!***************For Patre0n and Discord links, check out Demonic Resurrection novel's synopsis.Disclaimer: Other than my OCs, I don’t own any character

When the admissions office of Witch Academy called, I was stunned—I had been accepted into a school I never imagined I could touch.Yes, I am a boy and it is an all-girls’ academy, but they did not mind, so I saw no reason to object. I had applied secretly, without telling my family, just to take a chance.But as soon as those striking seniors greeted us newcomers—pressing every boy against the wall with a knowing smile—I realized things were about to spin out of control.“Oh, come now, you sweet little freshman,” one of them said smoothly, her voice full of mischief. “Don’t make this difficult for me, your big sis. Swallow this core and transform into a witch like me, alright?”She held the glowing orb before us, half-threatening, half-teasing, almost inviting the new boys to react. It was clear she enjoyed it—the blend of fear and resistance in their expressions. Our unease seemed to be her personal amusement.After all, they only had this opportunity once a year.

I woke up in this world with a System and a sword. Without hesitation, I chose to complete the princess’ quest with my weapons: Arrogance. Cunning. Pride. I will lead guild Sol Invictus. Denizens of the 7 hells, respect me. Servants of the 11 heavens, know fear. Guild Invictus, know the suffering of training so you can wrest victory from the jaws of those who dare doubt you.

This is a story about a snake named Tycondrius waking up in a fantasy world of swords and sorcery. There is action, violence, unapologetic murder, and arrogant displays of power. There is an emphasis on combat growth as well as psychological growth on more than a few members of Guild Invictus. There is camaraderie and also the inevitable comedic dialogue amongst manly men. There are even elements of romance and Tycon running away from terrifying, powerful women. (Did you know most female snakes eat their partners after mating?)

In the Kunlun Snow Palace, a sage once said, those who pass away wander, while the living cannot let go.Once the soul departs, it will wither like the autumn grass.Those who are reborn from the dead, existing apart from the mortal realm, shall be shunned by all celestial sects and smitten as undead demons.On this day, a youth awakens from within a coffin, his blood dry and his bones chilled, to find himself a century old upon opening his eyes.A single tear from a sage awaited, a constant companion, may unravel the dreams of the past.Seeking not immortality but a mundane death, not to lament with the ages over lost love and resentment, but only wishing to grow old with tenderness in this lifetime, beneath the white clouds that hold no envy for the heavenly realms.