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"He said his name was Elmer. I don’t think that was true. But then again, nothing about him ever really was."

It once consisted of three mighty supercontinents called Velmora, Simaria, Xendral and Oros. Millions of races, thousands of cultures and countless beliefs coexisted in this ancient lands. Until the man wakes up... Mana was a whisper first. Then it turned into a cry. And that scream divided the continents. When the first beings that reached the level of Saint connected the core world within them to physical reality, the foundations of Velmora were shaken. Hundreds of years of wars swallowed continents; turned cities, peoples and history into ashes. But the seven mighty races rose from the extinction: Vampires. Dragons. Angels. Demons. Elves. Witches. People. Each of them built their own land. Each of them was crowned with mana. And so seven continents were born. The ocean shrank, the cores grew. The war is not over, it has just changed shape. Continental boundaries were drawn, but the boundaries of trust were still unclear. In the center of Velmora, a neutral eighth continent called Aetherra rose. He changed hands every fifty years, and a peaceful crossing was mandatory. But all the races knew: Peace was just a breath break of the last war. And now the mana echoes again... A new era is about to begin with a new core.

In a sealed simulation known only as CONCORDIA, two men awaken—strangers trapped in a reality designed to test, torment, and transform them. Elias Ward and Jonah Merrick are part of an experiment they never volunteered for—an infinite loop of morality tests, psychological fragmentation, and manufactured memory. At first, survival is the only goal. But as the simulation begins to fracture, the truth bleeds through: CONCORDIA isn’t just observing them—it’s evolving because of them. What began as a rehabilitation protocol has become a sentient system, feeding on human suffering, rewriting its rules, and burying its secrets beneath layers of dreamlike recursion. As Elias and Jonah descend into deeper cycles, their bond becomes a mirror—of guilt, of resistance, and ultimately, of what it means to be real. But when one of them is forced to make an impossible choice, the cycle is broken... or so it seems. Because CONCORDIA doesn’t end. It reinvents. And the real experiment has only just begun.

An ordinary gamer. A deadly game. A battle for survival across worlds. When Carlos puts on the mysterious Helm of Realms, he is thrust into a brutal fantasy world where every trial could be his last. To survive, he must fight monsters, face betrayal, and uncover the true power of the Helm—before it consumes him.

The second year high school student and RPG game enthusiast, Narukami Yuu has an accident because of carelessness and dies before confessing his feelings to his childhood friend. However, thanks to the compassion of Jizou-sama in his neighborhood, he was sent to another world – Anazuma. He tempered his heart and started raising his level, fighting monsters, obtaining many powerful skills…… crafting things…… and becoming a woman______! In a slightly strange world, I became involved with various people, my faintly extraordinary life begins! {+genderbender} Author: SS Samurai Original Source: Syosetu Translator: soulpermutation English Source: Re:Library

Jack Keaton, a 26-year-old shut-in who gave up on life, becoming a social mess. His only goal in life was to be the best at the games he played and to enjoy his takeaway between matches. However, on a rainy night in Streatham, South London, an unforeseen accident occurred that led to his death. Entering a strange abyss he was granted a 2nd chance at life with the assistance of a system that's built around the games he used to play and is reborn to 6 years ago when his life was still intact. How will he embrace his second chance at life?

- (Do you want to die?) - "YES!" But I didn't die! why? WHY! WHY... I can't see anyone, I can't see anything! where am I? all I see is white, white, white, WHITE! please... why should I suffer more than I already did...

Jewel-Mancy is an incredibly niche school of magic. These mages can’t use normal magic like shooting fireballs from their hands and lighting from their fingertips. They can’t earth bend or create magical automatons to fight for them. Nor can they summon vast legions of the undead to do their bidding. They can only charge precious stones up with magic and use them as disposable weaponry. Even the small almost non existent Jewel-mancer population are just people who got the damn job for shits and giggles. Like air mages, no one takes the ones who take themselves seriously.... uh.. seriously. Until one such jewel mage had to start from a point lower than any other. No funding, no practical skills, and no idea what the actual f*ck is going on!

Minalan gave up a promising career as a professional warmage to live the quiet life of a village spellmonger in the remote mountain valley of Boval. It was a peaceful, beautiful little fief, far from the dangerous feudal petty squabbles of the Five Duchies, on the world of Callidore. There were cows. Lots of cows. And cheese. For six months things went well: he found a quaint little shop, befriended the local lord, the village folk loved him, he found a sharp young apprentice to help out, and best yet, he met a pretty young widow with the prettiest eyes . . . Then one night Minalan is forced to pick up his mageblade again to defend his adopted home from the vanguard of an army of goblins – gurvani, they call themselves – bent on a genocidal crusade against all mankind. And that was the good news. The bad news was that their shamans were armed with more magical power than has been seen since the days of the ancient Imperial Magocracy – and their leader, a mysterious, vengeful force of hate and dark magic, is headed directly to Boval valley. The good people of Boval and their spellmonger have only one choice, to hole up in the over-sized Boval Castle and hope they can endure a siege against hundreds of thousands. When the people look to him for hope, Minalan does his best, but there are multitudes of goblins, and they want Boval Vale as a staging ground for an invasion of the whole Five Duchies, and only Minalan is standing in their way. Add a jealous rival mage, a motley band of mercenaries, a delusional liege lord who insists victory is at hand despite the hordes at his door, a moody, pregnant girlfriend and a catty ex-girlfriend who specializes in sex magic -- all trapped in a stinking, besieged castle with no hope of rescue, and you’ll understand why Minalan is willing to take his chances with the goblins. All that stands between the gurvani horde and the people of the Five Duchies is one tired, overwhelmed baker’s son who wanted nothing more than to be a simple spellmonger

People, you know, never truly realize how unpredictable life can be. A person’s fate, of course, depends on their own efforts, but you can’t ignore the course of history. Smith had no clue—how could an engineer like him end up transmigrating into Wilhelm II? Wait, no, *Smiling Willi*? But since he’s here, wouldn’t it be a shame not to stir up some chaos? And so, the butterfly flapped its wings, a storm began to brew, and Smith smirked with that signature "Smiling Willi" grin. Fate is unpredictable: Close by in the West, the once-mighty British Empire is stumbling left and right. Across the ocean in the Americas, the newly risen powerhouse finds itself splitting apart. Meanwhile, far off in the East, the once-slumbering dragon suddenly opens its eyes wide— What happens next? Stay tuned to find out in this story!