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Polymath Redux Annex

Polymath Redux Annex
HIATUS
288 pages

Disclaimer: Original story by HiDrangeA. With their permission, I am taking over the continuation of this story as the original author no longer wishes to continue. While I am not as experienced, I hope you all will continue to show as much interest in my attempt at the helm as you did for the original author. I have tried my best to emulate the original style as well as incorporating some of my own. Thank you for understanding.

Summary: 

"I'm no 'Hero', and if you had to classify me, I'd probably stand more on the 'Villain' spectrum of things..."

There was a game that I loved. I've played that one game like a madman for over ten years, and after all that arduous effort I had reached the empty 'top'.

I'm by no means special, all I did was invest a ridiculous amount of time and money into that game. Simply put, I bought my way up to the top with my money and time. If anyone was as crazy as me, they would've reached the top as well. 

Reaching the top made me realize one thing... It made me understand that one cannot go any further. This was the end of my journey. I've beaten every boss, obtained every 'legendary' class item and cleared every content on every difficulty. There was nothing more that waited for me in this world.

Then something happened. Something that only happens in stories; 'transported to a fantasy world'. Good thing I had all of my avatar's abilities... only, that wasn't actually a good thing. The fundamental problem still persisted. So long as I had these powers, this curse of emptiness would likely never lift. The thing I had to do was change my 'perspective'.

I could live like an invincible tyrant... but no. instead of doing what I wanted and living like a petulant God, for now I decided to 'partake' in this world's history. 

I'm an actor, a Planner, Manipulator and this world's Demigod. My hands alone move the fate of the world. So then, as the conductor I shall weave the symphony of this world.

"With the world as our stage, let us weave an exciting tale of heroes and villains. I shall play the part of the villain and fight against the world."

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I am Lord Frieza! (A revival Story)

I am Lord Frieza! (A revival Story)
HIATUS
10 pages

How? How did it come to this?

Not just once... but twice? The great Emperor of the galaxy, yet defeated by a mere monkey? No! This is not how my story will end! I refuse to return that hell!

Until I have reclaimed my birthright as the ruler of all things I will not rest!


Frieza had been killed... twice. 

Yet as he was destined to be sentenced once more to the same agonizing hell from whence he had crawled out of, his fate had changed. This time around was different. It was not hell that he had been returned to but he was given a 'second chance' as he was reincarnated into a different world altogether. This was no longer the world in which he had ruled, but a world rife with vermin that did not know who he was. They had not bowed their heads in fear and awe of his presence and wielded strange powers known as 'magic'. Even for the galactic emperor, this world housed many odd species that he had not seen before, but this was perfect as he could soon teach them what it mean to be 'conquered'.

He was the galactic overlord; Frieza refused to follow the same path as these vermins and he would assert hs dominance the way he knew how. 'Magic?' he would not lower himself to the standard of insects but overwhelm them with the techniques that had earnt him his title in the first place.

"I do not know what this world holds in store for me... No, I do. I see an aureate throne with the bodies of vermin piling at my doorsteps. This world will be like all the others in my wake: conquered by me, Lord Frieza!"

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Fort Geranium

Fort Geranium
HIATUS
123 pages

'Mariana'
'Lieutenant'
'Admiral'
'Europa Airgetlam'

Those are some of the names people have taken to calling me but it wasn't always like this. I used to lead a much simpler life as a florist but apparently fate didn't like that I was wasting my time. Cruelly was my life taken away from me and I found myself in another world with a different identity: Mariana Von Ulysses.

Another world, another life, it's all the same to me. The only reason I ever became a florist in the first place was because it was an easy opportunity for me to live comfortably. That's really all I ever wanted, to live 'comfortably', and perhaps I didn't have any grand ambitions of my own but what's wrong with that? However this new world is hellbent on not letting me have it my way. Wave after wave of problems, from monsters to national politics, it seeks to drive me towards the center of all these inane drivel.

If that wasn't bad enough, apparently humans are hated in this world, eh? I'm a human too... Fine, you want it your way world? If you push then I'll push back! I'll solve these problems the only way I know how: Flowers! Don't underestimate their poisonous attributes just because they have cute colors and girly patterns.

Orcs? Elves? Humans? Fairies? Dwarves? Dragons? Titans? Celestials? Ascendeds? Gods? 

To stand before me means that they have forfeited their lives. I shall show them all, the deadliness of plants... The slow and agonizing torture of poison and venom, swirling within your system as you writhe in excruciating pain. It burns you from the inside with no escape. The only release from this hell would be 'death'.

That is my power.

In the end, the world does not seem to want to leave me alone. Thus I've come to a conclusion: the only way to make myself truly comfortable in this world is a hostile take over! So let me demonstrate their powers to you; I'll let you taste the reason why they call me the 'Flower of Malice'.

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