The Twilight of the Idols 偶像的黄昏

1 伊EN Pillars of Aethel 伊塔之柱 Crimson Flame绯炎Gaming8.6M WordsOngoing Welcome to Aitalia, the kingdom above the drifting clouds. Let us open the door, take up our staffs, and adventure. It all begins here: Across the hills between cloud and sea, where grass ripples like waves and shallow rivers gleam; Across fields flowing with gold and honey, laden with laughter, while beneath Rodale's low houses, gentle songs drift through the air. Through Aegon's ancient forests, where vines twist through the darkness and whispers linger; Over lofty ridges and towering mountain 372Votes1.7MRecs498.1kFans

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Welcome to Aetaria, the kingdom above the clouds. Let's push open the door, pick up our canes, and the adventure begins here— Passing through hills where clouds meet the sea, like floating waves on the grass, the shallow river glistens; The fields, flowing with gold and honey, are filled with laughter; beneath the low houses of Rodale, soft songs drift. Passing through the ancient, dense forest of Egon, where vines grow wildly in the shadows and whispers linger; Beyond towering mountains and lofty peaks, shadowy figures lurk in the underworld, fraught with danger, and the sword reflects light. The story of a boy chasing his dreams, where a dragon soars through the sky and above the clouds, its wings outstretched. Even after time has passed, the fire in the hearth still burns brightly.

2 琥EN The Amber Sword 琥珀之剑 Crimson Flame绯炎Gaming5.7M WordsCompleted Before my eyes, fate split into two unrelated, straight paths. One led to palaces and cities burning fiercely in flames, to a fallen kingdom and a suffering land, where all living things endured the torment of fire, doomed to eternal darkness. The other led to the summit where the ancient kings stood. The gods crowned me with their own hands among the clouds. I donned the laurel wreath and basked in the cheers of the crowd. My gaze pierced the mists of history. My knights expanded my realm, and 21Votes1.7MRecs592.6kFans

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Fate split before me into two unrelated, straight lines: one leading to palaces and cities burning fiercely in flames, kingdoms collapsing, the earth bearing suffering, and living beings enduring torment in the fire, forever shrouded in darkness. Another path leads to the pinnacle of ancient kings, where the gods themselves crowned me from the clouds. I donned the laurel wreath and was bathed in the cheers of the mountains. My gaze pierced through the mists of history, my knights conquered new territories for me, my sword cut through thorns, leading my people to victory. I took this scepter, grasped the power that belonged to the world in my hands, looked down upon all living beings, and changed the course of history. I am Brando, King of Vorn, and this is my legend. ... Separator line... Simplified Synopsis: This is the story of a reborn warrior with the memories of his past life, who travels to the world he once fought in, reversing the course of history and becoming a legendary figure.

3 妖 The Fairy's Magic Casket 妖精的魔匣 Aow Xing, Little Lord嗷星小领主Western Fantasy2.7M WordsCompleted The most brutal disasters are beginning to emerge beneath the corruption that seeks to unite all things. Terrifying monsters attack, while indescribable horrors crawl and spread. From the chivalric ideal to glorious holy wars, from East-West conflicts to the fall of empires. Every war is beginning to descend upon the world, and mighty powers are slowly taking root amid the ruins. Madly ambitious schemers and loyal guardians, the founding of empires and the trials of nations. Across battlefields 0Votes58kRecs38.4kFans

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The cruelest disaster begins to emerge from the pollution that unites everything. The attack of terrifying monsters, and the creeping spread of indescribable things. From chivalry to the glorious holy war, from East-West confrontation to the fall of the empire. All wars began to descend, and great power gradually sprouted from the ruins. A mad ambitionist and a loyal defender, the establishment of an empire and the torment of a nation. A new order is brewing as we traverse battlefields stained with blood and tears. A timeline that is locked in the cage of fate and cannot be reversed. The ancient empire, caught in a pincer movement amidst fear, will eventually burn out its last vestiges of glory. Rebuild the throne of light and fire, and retrieve the crown from the remains of giants. The victors who conquered the fear of war will rule for millennia to come.

5 云 The Mage Above the Clouds 云上法师 Fantasy Three Primary Colors幻想三源色Western Fantasy517k WordsCompleted Two thousand years ago, floods ravaged the land. The survivors prayed to the gods, who raised a third of the continent from the sea, all the way above the endless sea of clouds... “Those days when I lost my ability to cast spells helped me understand what it means to be a mage,” John Gotte said eloquently from the lectern, clearly appreciating how intently his audience was listening. “For a true mage, losing the ability to cast spells is not the end of life. It is a new beginning.” A story about 0Votes10.7kRecs9.4kFans

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Two thousand years ago, a great flood ravaged the land. The survivors prayed to the gods, who then raised one-third of the continent from the sea, soaring above the endless sea of ​​clouds... "It was during those days when I lost my spellcasting ability that I came to understand the meaning of a mage's existence," John Goth said eloquently from the podium, greatly appreciating the audience's focused expressions. "For a true mage, losing the ability to cast spells is not the end of life, but a new beginning." A story about boys and girls that takes place in a world in the clouds. Welcome to read. Tip: Please start reading from Volume 1, "Spring Festival".