God of Blackfield - Chapter 457Extra, : I’m Not Cowardly (1)

Polishing antiques in the basement was supposed to be a punishment. When monsters arrived, it saved Emma’s life. Now sealed inside a suit of armor old when the world was young, Emma Knight will have to master newfound powers she’d long regarded as merely myth; all whilst navigating the breakdown of society and delving through dungeons in search of the truth behind the apocalypse. How’s that for a Sworded Affair? What to expect: LitRPG, Progression, Dungeons and the Apocalypse. What not to expect: Harem, Smut, Drama or Tragedy.

In a world destroyed by monster invasion, humanity is on the verge of extinction. Into this chaos comes a system that gr...

Harry Morton was born in an age where magic and mana ruled everything.

He was unable to awaken his affinity and to make things worse he was born with a broken mana core foundation which meant he would never be able to create or develop a mana core. Since he couldn’t create a mana core, he would never be able to draw mana—not even the slightest strand.

He was the first person to be born without a mana core foundation, the only one with the inability to draw mana. Due to this, he was regarded as trash by everyone: his parents, his friends, the society and even the academy he attended.

It was until one day, during a mana beast attack when he almost lost his life.

He saw a strange white line rapidly moving downwards, towards him. Unbeknownst to him, the white streak went into his body.

When he woke up the next day, a strange message appeared in front of him.

DING!!

[Welcome Host to the Manaless mage system]

However things didn’t end there, a lot of secrets were revealed to him, things greater than he could have ever imagined.

Now that he had the power, would he save humanity?

Follow the protagonist in his journey as the Manaless mage, as he rises to the absolute top!

Jianghu was in turmoil, an era of great strife. The leader of Great Qin wielded the Mo Blade, leaving the world battered and bruised. The ageless figures of Jianghu crouched upon the mountains, and with a single turn, they cast the entire world below them. Strong men measured the earth with their feet, and heroes of Jianghu could cleave the heavens with one sword, yet in the blink of an eye, they were drunk in the embrace of beauties. The Taoist carried his sword, the Scholar drunk on wine. Wearing tattered clothes, a beggar grasped a rotten branch and dared to storm the ancestral hall of the Taoist Sect. On the willow-lined causeway, in the long pavilion, a man who had sat withered for thirty years turned and stepped out, holding a peach blossom, with a flick of his wrist, he shattered ten miles of red candles. The era of Great Qin was renamed the Great Yuan Era. The youth with the Wooden Sword left his mountain village behind.