Deep Sea Fish Hunting Specialty Broadcast - Chapter 21: The Protagonist Hides the Artifact (2)

Arriving in a strange world, Xavier realizes he's born into a family of hunters: Humans who hunt demons, cursed spirits, and various supernatural creatures.Xavier also comes to a realization that apart from espers- humans who awaken their attributes.They are Arcanists- humans who by going through the Arcane Ascension make use of the power of belief- Arcana, to manifest their wills onto the physical world.Not only that, but Transcenders- humans who consume divinity potions at the risk of losing their sanity also exist....And with the resurgence of the pathways.Xavier and his brother, Klaus are born into the Dark Era... an era also known as the Golden Age.Now both armed with a system each. The brothers must do everything in their prowess to put an end to the resurgence of the various evil gods and lunatics that endanger the lives of the normal citizens of the society.Churches of Gods, Prophets, evil gods, seers, oracles, and even angels of the lord can be both allies and enemies in this legendary tale that delves into the peak of mystery, fantasy, mysticism, and Lovecraftian horror!

William Valehart was the absolute—supreme god of all existence. He ruled not a world, not a galaxy, but everything. Unbound by time, space, or death, he was omnipotent, eternal… and alone.By his own will, he sealed away his infinite power and chose to reincarnate. Not in defeat, but in search of something more. He boarded a world-sized ship and cast himself into the unknown, embracing mortality.He died—and awoke again.Reborn in a new universe, aboard the same titanic vessel, William finds himself in Urenus, a galaxy far larger and richer than the Milky Way. It’s here that a portion of humanity—just 5 to 8 percent of its population after conquering over half the Milky Way across millennia of war—has arrived through a now-vanished wormhole. Cut off from the rest of their civilization, they’re stranded, under siege, and barely holding out.Urenus is not unclaimed. Native civilizations, empowered by mana and superior numbers, have rallied against the human invaders. Advanced mech pilots are humanity’s last hope—warriors who push past mortal limits—but they are too few to win.That’s when William Valehart intervenes.With fragments of his sealed power awakening and his god-ship still under his control, he saves a human fleet from destruction—and learns of their fragile, desperate stand.He makes a choice.Not as a god who demands worship.Not as a savior bound by duty.But as a force reborn—who will fight beside them, reshape the war, and carve a place in this new universe.Because he can

The world I transmigrated is filled with players, with survival already a struggle. Moreover, I was entangled with a System to become the most visible NPC...The natives resent me while players see me as a thorn in their side.I needed to strive with all my might to live a good life in this foreign world while avoiding being bullied by the players. I can only turn the sufferings I experienced into the sufferings of others. I would have to keep all the benefits for myself, grow vigorously, and become an invincible boss who could never be defeated by players...This is a tale of the classic Fourth Day Disaster story while being struck by the disaster itself.My completed work of over ten thousand subscriptions, “Dream Master of Ten Thousand Worlds” is a testament to my credibility. Feel free to dive into it.

Somebody once told a joke.A man ran in place all his life. He worked a job he didn't love for people he couldn't stand. But at the end of the day, the number in his bank account went up.That man got a second chance at life. He woke up in another world, full of adventures and romances and monsters and gods. And floating above his head he saw the number “1”. So what did he say?“Gosh I better make the number go up.”Not today. Not for this old soul. Reborn as a beast of battle meant to live a short life and die screaming, Garek refuses. He puts the madness of skills and levels behind him and sets out to found a little farmstead. He grows crops. Maybe someday he'll get a pig, and have bacon.It's a shame the world won't let him be. It's a shame that the warmongers and level-grinders hate nothing more than a soul at peace.He put down his sword for a plowshare, but when trouble comes calling, he'll pick it up again.