Multiverse Conqueror Novels & Stories

Death expected within 30 seconds! [If the Female Protagonist dies, this world will enter an irreversible self-destruction sequence. Within twenty-four hours, the entire dimension will collapse into a black hole. All living beings will cease to exist forever!] The System’s warning exploded in my ears like nonstop sirens, but I felt nothing. I lay motionless on the ground, staring blankly upward like a corpse whose soul had been ripped away. Scenes from the past replayed before my eyes one after another.

"Yes, but we can talk about that later. It's the least important thing right now." Liv shut her mouth with a snap and stared at him for several long beats before speaking again. "Okay, then." Her eyes raised to the ceiling looking like she was weighing what she wanted to say next. "So, you're immortal?" "Not exactly. We can be killed but it is difficult. We heal quickly. As you could see, Asta was perfectly fine when she was in here earlier. Our bodies can heal most wounds if we can shift." Brodi sat up straight. "We are exceptional warriors. In today's world, the only thing that could kill us would be a bullet to the brain. That would not allow us to have the capacity to shift, so we would

My mind playing a story as I read the words written on the scroll. “The ultimate power is what I need to defeat Mazikeen, Monar new form, it is the only thing powerful enough in this world currently to do whatever I bids it enough. It is sang of. Praises to those who hold the power of the gods and can mold it to whatever shape they would want. I have the coordinates of how to get it but I cannot leave the palace. If I do the world is lost. Mazikeen will win.

"Part of the game's backstory. Julian said the game creates full histories for players to make the experience feel authentic. But somewhere, in another reality, there's a version of you who transmigrated here and had those memories overwritten." "That's," He stopped, looking lost. Miranda was the first to recover, her military training kicking in even as her worldview shattered. "Assuming this is true. Assuming we're all players in some cosmic game. What are the rules? What's the win condition?" "Kill the final boss," I said. "Kill Julian. End the threat. Save Lenore." "And if we do?" "The game ends. We all return to our original worlds. And Lenore ceases to exist."

She heard him scream in his mother tongue in a way she feared they might be heard if it were not for the best acoustic designs of the rooms. When he entered, she was filled. She had heard melted as a term for response. This was a different kind of melting. He melted into her even as his hardness drove her to madness. His essence spread through her like warmth curing a winter body of its coldness. When she came, it was not merely an orgasm. That was for mortals. This was the moment of recreation of super beings capable of handling multiplicity of erotic sweetness. It was like a burst of a particle into a universe that only gods could know. ***

is what the organization called him because of the number of impossible missions he has accomplished. When he finished bathing and getting dressed, he went to his secret armory. It was a bedroom inside his bedroom, it was inside the wardrobe hidden here a safe the size of a bedroom. In this room of his are all kinds of guns, blades, and other improvisations that he uses for his missions. In the middle of the armor, there is a large table, there are compartments and in each compartment has explosives like frag grenades, flash bang, and smoke grenades. There are also some different types of blades that he use. On the right side of the armory, there are the rifles M16, M4, AK47, AK74, Berreta A

I don't even know why we still own the penthouse, it's a 3 floor penthouse with about 7 rooms with an amazing view of the city. When we reached New York and went to the penthouse, she had staffs waiting to cater to our every need. I know she's trying so hard, and it's all because of me and my emotional state. I would actually tell her to back off, I don't need that much babying but I know she wouldn't listen to me plus I'm kind of enjoying being treated like a princess. "This place is AMAZING!" Jasmine exclaims looking around. "Yeah it's beautiful and this view right here, I don't mind dying here." Michael says watching outside the huge glass windows overlooking the city.

The Multiverse was stable. But as Elara looked down at her obsidian stick, she saw that it was no longer just black. It was etched with Silver-Gold Veins. "We did it," Rhys said, his voice thick with emotion. "The Deep-Registry is anchored. The Multiverse is safe." But then, the black key—the Void-Cutter—which was still embedded in Elara's armor, began to glow with a Violet Light. A new Rift opened in the center of the Rink. It didn't lead to a branch, a world, or a time. It lead to a Physical Room.

Only that he did. Heart thundering, he stalked into his war chamber. Castor found him there, standing over the ancient mirror embedded in the floor—a relic passed down by the Alpha Kings, able to show visions when blood was offered. Darian didn’t hesitate. He sliced his palm open with his claw, letting his blood sizzle against the silver runes. “Show me,” he growled. “Show me the one who is mine.” The mirror rippled like disturbed water. Shadows danced across the surface, then cleared.

He then decides to play the video. Trevor: DIANA play video... DIANA: Understood... A large screen activates in front of Trevor... and the video plays Rerillion: This thing on? Rerillion hits the camera and adjusts it.... Rerillion: My name is Rerillion Gapes... I was a Vice Admiral in the Directive. A Pseudo Government of people who first discovered and reproduce the Multiverse Jump System. He pauses for a bit... Rerillion: DIANA, display the lateral map...