Ranking System - Chapter 91 The Start Of A Conquest (Part I)

Large-breasted, horny alien Empresses rule the galaxy. Julian doesn’t mind.He’ll go through every last one of them, fucking, conquering, if that’s what it takes to burn it all down.The Imperium of Archos invaded his planet.They razed it to ash.They killed the only girl he ever loved and then......left him to die.But then he found the Exion System, an ancient alien device built to make conquerors, not heroes.It bonded to his body and made him:THE GALACTIC KNIGHT.He’s not here to play hero. He’s here to burn the Imperium down.[Apocalypse System Activated]Host recognized: Galactic Knight.Command Authority: Unlocked.[Initiating Galactic Path.]Julian rises.He becomes a planetary governor.Then a warlord.But he’s not stopping there.He commands mech armies, crushes resistance, and spreads his reach across galaxies.Alien warlords, monolithic ugly monsters and cosmic gods will stand in his way, but they won’t stop him, he'll tear them to pieces!Planets of rivals will fall. Empresses will moan.And somewhere at the end of this blood-soaked path, the monsters who ruined his life will scream louder than anyone.They wanted war.He’ll give them hell.And he’ll make sure they watch him become the apocalypse they awakened.[CAUTION!][STRONG SEXUAL CONTENT.][BRUTAL, INTENSE AND BLOODY BATTLES]

I am Racist.…I mean, my name is Racis T.I was a stand-up comedian. The flop kind. The type who only got laughs when someone else was roasting him.One night, I was doing a gig at a shady, run-down bar—the kind where tattooed bikers drink motor oil for breakfast. I went in with my usual dark humor, but my jokes were getting the same reaction as my dating profile: complete silence.That didn’t sit right with my inner artist, who was already starving to death. So I did what any committed comedian would—I went darker.Turns out, one of my jokes (or all of them?) triggered a guy so hard that he pulled a trigger. Headshot. Instant death.But hey, look at this: A guy got triggered, so he pulled the trigger. That’s wordplay. But who cares? I’m dead anyway.All I wanted was a successful show, people laughing, and maybe a few girls swooning over my wit. I never cared about money. The millions I’d have made would have gone to charity—specifically, 0.001% of it. See? I’m generous like that.Anyway, death is death. My story should’ve ended there.But… if there is an afterlife, I had a simple wish: become a successful comedian, find a loving wife, and have just enough money to afford three meals a day… and maybe a humble little private yacht. Or a jet. But that’s it. Because, like I said, I don’t care about money.Unfortunately, wishes don’t work that way.Because, well—there was an afterlife.And it was absolutely not what I wished for.

Karl Adelheit, a self-proclaimed ordinary student returning from military service.

And a nobleman who enlisted as a soldier and received Medals of Honor.

Sing the story, bard, of the Firebrand. He, the youth who saved Morcaster from ruin. He, the warrior who defeated an empire. He, the archmage who crossed the Netherworld...The tale of Martel the mage, from his humble beginnings as a hapless novice at a magic school. Slow, character-focused and light-hearted progression fantasy. Updates daily.