PRIMORDIAL MONARCHS UNIVERSE

THE GOLDEN POTATO MONARCH "...and we are done!" wheezes a young mage, as she finishes drawing a magic circle. She uses mana to wipe away her sweat and clambers upon an armchair, amidst an unruly room. An up-and-coming mage studying in the imperial Strauia Academy, Katherine Maes was drawing a magic circle. She thought back to the times when she bullied by other students, who were nobility, for being from a commoner merchant family. "But that will change now," she thought. "This teleportation circle will be ground-breaking if it succeeds." The idea was that it should teleport anything that stands/is put on it, to the designated location written in the circle. The location written on it was her bed at the corner of the room. She wanted to immediately test it out. She looked around the slovenly room and found a potato. She had accidentally spilt a mana restoration potion on it, and didn't know what to do with it, so she had taken it back to her room, but ...

The Legend of the "Nameless Lancer" In a world cloaked in eternal twilight, where vampires roamed under the blood-red skies and wolves hunted under twin moons, there lived a nameless lancer. He had no home, no master, and no past he would share. His weapon, a weathered lance wrapped in silver and marked with mysterious runes, was his only companion as he wandered the desolate lands. A World in Chaos The land was ruled by terror. Vampires drained entire villages, their thirst unquenchable, while wolf packs tore through the remnants. Yet this was but a prelude to the real horror: a forgotten Monarch named Valthor, awakened from its slumber in the abyss. Valthor was a being of insatiable hunger, devouring not just flesh but the very essence of life. Wherever it passed, the earth became barren, the skies turned black, and all living things were reduced to dust. His status as a Monarch, however, had been reduced to nothing, for the very essence of his being had been devoured by an...

  The Eternal Chronicle of the Void King: Expanded Edition Before the first flicker of light pierced the dark, before time could etch its marks into existence, there was chaos—a cacophony of formless energy raging in the endless abyss. From within this turmoil arose a presence, not born but willed into being by the cosmos itself. They were the Void King, a being who embodied not just balance but the very essence of the void: a paradox of infinite destruction and infinite creation. The Void King was not content to let chaos reign. With a sweep of their will, they divided the primal storm, pulling light from dark and order from entropy. This act birthed the first great forces of existence: the elements, the galaxies, and the unyielding pull of time. They did not rule these creations but oversaw them, guiding their growth while ensuring that no force became too dominant. For every sun they allowed to burn, they placed a void to contain it. As time stretched its fingers across the mult...