Multiverse Conqueror Novels & Stories

“Don’t play dumb my lord. You are knowing full well why I need you here. Even If I know how to resurrect myself I can’t do it without you.” “Haaaa… My blood… again right.” Zhu Wushang can’t help but sigh. “That’s obvious, isn’t it? Your blood is the most precious substance for both physical and non-physical entities. Hell… It can even be used as fuel!” Said The Black Merchant. “Wait… the Omniverse? What’s that?” Asked Zhu Wushang. “It’s the word used to call the overall universe, the Multiverse, and the parallel universe that has a lot of versions of your beloved wife Tian Xiulan. There’s even a version of the parallel universe in that Tian Xiulan is a man you know.” Answered The Black Merch

We drop in together (perfect tandem, married sync). The wind tastes like forever. Year one we owned the sky. Year two? We’re just getting started. Coyote Club rule number fifteen: When you marry your best friend and accidentally become gods of a hidden university… you show up fashionably late and remind the universe who actually runs this place. The legend isn’t slowing down. It just grew teeth. And two rings. Let’s go. The Multiverse Sends a Bill September 15, 2030 – Advanced Sky Rebellion 501, Tempest Arena, 8:03 a.m.

That's when Péngyǒu gives a breathy laugh, as if she feels a thousand-ton weight pulling her down, a heaviness in her stomach. - What did I do to deserve this, Mr. Yoshihiro? - She questioned him. - Because I? – She had a lot of questions. - Between the entrails of the magical worlds, between each part of the multiverse, there are from weapons to artifacts of great power, those who manage to maintain or dominate. - There are many worlds where there are large arsenals of weapons that could destroy all life on this planet for a million years, in which those who are all beings that live here oversee them if they ask the same question every day.

Elric was the marksman, Lindsay was the support, Hector was the bruiser, George was the tank, and Wendy was the explosive specialist. The tournament had an initial round, semifinals, and finals. The initial round took place on one map, and the winning team advanced to the semifinals. The semifinals involved three maps, with the first team to win two maps advancing to the finals. The finals were played on five maps, with the first team to win three maps taking the championship. When Lindsay’s teams arrived at the internet café, the place was already packed. This game was popular worldwide, with annual tournaments drawing massive crowds.

As it is still day time, we have to wait for Asher and Annabelle to be able to go wherever it is that we are going now that we have the amulet. We were just getting ready to head out and have a look around when all of a sudden we heard a massive crash and what sounded like wood cracking. We shoot outside as fast as we can and we see destruction. The really giant creatures are here along with the scorpion tailed beast and many of them. SHIT SHIT SHIT There was only me and Arizer, it was still day time for a couple more hours so Asher and Annabelle would be trapped inside. I check to make sure the amulet is still safe in my pocket. It is safe.

"Turns out my brothers and sisters weren't too happy when father announced that I was to become the next demon lord of the Valous kingdom. So naturally, they did what any other jealous siblings who want to inherit the throne would do. They tried to kill me." "Thankfully I had seen this coming some time ago and planned for such an event. In fact, that's how I found myself in this place." Xolvion said as he opened his arms to the human city he now found himself in. The city was a medieval fantasy setting in the kingdom of Gelgur. It belonged to one of the many kingdoms of humans. Something Xolvion had little knowledge about considering the last time he had been to the human world was 200 years

A conduit. “The multiverse generates a specific energy signature in vast quantities. It is the emotional resonance of regret. The ‘what if.’ The ‘if only.’ The sigh of a million million choices unmade, paths untrodden, words unsaid. It is a volatile, heavy energy. Difficult to contain. It requires… specialized anchors.”

Malphas intruded "We can help you get back all you've lost and in return, your body as a host for whoever takes over the throne of hell." Clancy ignored the outcome of their truce, he found it hard to believe he heard right "What did you mean bring back everything I've lost?" He inquired. "There's one hell and one heaven but countless possible realities." Nysrogh explained but Malphas explained more. "The theory of the Multiverse, have you heard of such?" He asked and Clancy nodded negatively "There are realities across the megaverse identical to yours but your reality specifically is the one in question specifically." He said.

"You’re going to turn five billion people into 'raw materials' because we’re not profitable?" "Actually, it’s closer to six billion if you count the integrated glitches," the Adjuster corrected mildly. "And it’s not about profit, per se. It’s about balance. The Multiverse is a closed system, Ms. Vance. We cannot have a 'Void-drifting anomaly' hogging this much mass without a valid permit." ### The Pencil-Pusher's Power He didn't raise a sword. He didn't cast a spell. He simply drew a single, long line across the top page of his clipboard.

I began, my voice thick with disbelief, “are you… are you serious about this? About giving me all my shares back?” He nodded, his gaze steady and sincere. “Turn the page Logan.” My fingers trembled slightly as I flipped the document. The next page detailed the transfer of ownership, not just of the shares, but of the entirety of my inheritance, the properties, the assets, every damn thing that Pierce owned. My jaw dropped. It was a complete and unconditional handover. It was… everything.