Sealed Divine Throne - Chapter 7

[Contains explicit content, violence, and mature themes]Infinite Breaker Online descended on Earth, forcing humanity to play 12 hours daily and initiating events. Axir Grimspire rises to become one of the top players of Earth, one of the ten sovereigns, after five years of brutal warfare. He has everything—power, a guild, a girlfriend he adores, and trusted friends.Or so he thought.Betrayed by those closest to him, Axir learns the horrifying truth: his girlfriend and friends used him as a tool, his sister was murdered by the men he called brothers, and now they're casting him into Godfall Abyss—a forbidden zone where the player's death is permanent if they die there. No respawn.But as Axir dies, he triggers an Ultra Unique Event in the forbidden zone: the Abyss of Desire, which grants him one wish. He chooses to return to one week before the game's beta launch with memories intact.But his wish has consequences. Triggering the Abyss of Desire would connect the Abyss Realm to all planets connected to the game's server, a higher dimension world called World of Belkris, and gods from various mythologies would manifest, offering humanity divine boons upon fulfilling requirements. On top of that, World of Belkris is 50% different in everything, from the geography of the Belkris to the fickle luck that changes constantly to develop things differently from what Axir once knew.Armed with five years of knowledge and burning for vengeance, Axir begins his second run in a drastically altered game—determined to make his tools of his betrayers rather than being used by them and reach the top.--Discord: BjeQvXzZBB

Birth rates are decreasing. Hope is vanishing. The world has gone gray.Humanity, drifting in quiet collapse, receives an email.Every person on Earth. Simultaneously.The Aegis Mandate.Disguised as a cosmic aptitude test, it triggers The Incident of Separation—a global psychic cataclysm that erases identities, wipes memories, and divides all survivors into three factions: Law, Neutral, and Chaos. Overnight, cities become battlegrounds. Apartments become dungeons. Ordinary people become monsters—or the ones who hunt them.Ragnar Vhagar was just a loner university student. Now, thanks to a system he didn’t ask for, he’s a newly minted Demon King, locked in a crumbling apartment with goblins under his sofa and a glowing soul crystal next to his frozen peas. His new job? Build a deadly domain, defend it from invading “Heroes,” and somehow level up fast enough to not die.Alongside him is Isabelle Thorne, a razor-sharp warrior of few words and one very sharp sword. Their reluctant alliance, born in blood and snark, evolves into trust—and maybe something dangerously close to affection—as they rise together through the layers of the game-like world they’re trapped in.With each conquered domain and defeated boss, Ragnar realizes the truth: the dungeons aren’t meant to crown a winner. They’re meant to break the players. The Law faction wants control. The Chaos faction craves destruction. But Ragnar? He wants something they’re all too afraid to say out loud:Freedom.In the ruins of Kanta’s ogre stronghold, Ragnar and his misfit warband take their biggest step yet—claiming a kingdom, unifying a fractured system, and preparing for what comes next. The Heroes are watching. The gods are stirring. The world is watching a war.And somewhere deep beneath it all... Ragnar is rewriting the rules.

Welcome to NecroCorp – Where War is Always in Stock!“Now with 15% off main battle tanks, because peace is bad for business.”Hello, traveler!Looking for a bone-forged sword? A modular mana cannon? Perhaps... a discounted main battle tank for your next kingdom raid?Oh wait, you're not a customer, you're a reader.Right. This is probably where I give you my “tragic backstory.” Fine.I used to be human.Then I died.Now I'm a Lich with a factory in a dead dungeon, a skeleton workforce that doesn't need lunch breaks, salaries, and a magical system that rewards me for selling stuff. So, I did what any sane undead would do: I started an arms corporation.Now I sell weapons to orcs, goblins, elves, humans, anyone with a grudge and a pile of magic stones. Need siege engines? Got 'em. Crossbows that reload themselves? Yup. Flamethrower golems? In development.But here's the trick: you can’t sell weapons if there’s no war.So when the world started calming down... well, I may have encouraged a few border skirmishes. For marketing purposes. Nothing personal. War drives demand, after all.So, if you're here for drama, explosions, undead capitalism, and morally questionable business strategies wrapped in bone and steel, you’ve come to the right dungeon.Just don’t ask about the warranty.There isn’t one that lived to tell and ask about it.

Among the demons, the supreme ones are called “Great Saints.”

A young man leaves his mountain village and travels around the world. By unceasing efforts, he finally becomes a legend of the age.

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