Crafting Fantasy

Rank 39 out of 39. Dead last. The scoreboard doesn’t lie. I’m an artificer—the wrench, not the sword. I keep the people who fight alive. Nobody writes songs about the wrench. Then I punched a broken breastplate in the armory annex at two in the morning, and the crack closed. The plate belonged to Reni. Knight. Level 14. The kind they paint on recruiting banners. When she put it on the next morning, the System told her defense was up forty percent… and asked if she wanted to attach to the forge lord who crafted it anew. Only thing? Nobody’s had a forge lord in three hundred years. ...

Two months ago I was the academy’s problem. Now I’m everyone’s. I’m Wade Corrin. Artificer. Still F-rank on paper, still dead last on a ranking board I don’t even live under anymore. Also the first of my kind in three hundred years—the man whose work can push your gear past its rating… if you trust me. That part’s non-negotiable. Which is why nobody powerful believes it. The forge I rented has bunks now. A scrap line. More people every week. Reni runs breach floors with me. Cora’s hunting whoever capped her. Petra’s S-rank—and every day she stays, the academy looks ...

The coven has discovered my secret, and the council demands my help to bring magic back to Octavia Falls. The priestesses have tasked me with hunting down the Oaken Wands, powerful relics that could restore magic. I must obey the council; otherwise, the entire coven is at risk. There's a cursed cauldron that could lead us to one of the Wands, but it's already fallen into the wrong hands.

In the world of the system, everyone gets a class at eighteen. Most kids in Thornwall went to the combat tents. Edric Moss ended up at the back of the fair, in a patched canvas tent with no banner, talking to a dwarf who asked him to hold a piece of metal and say what he felt. He said it was heavy for its size. He said one side felt different from the other. Borin Ashgrit told him to come back at sixth bell. That was the beginning. Infinite Forge follows Edric through his first months as a blacksmith's apprentice in the small town of Dunmore. The fundamentals, the mana work, the forge, and ...

Sandra had been a merchant traveling through the human lands of Muriel, though that wouldn’t have been her chosen profession. What she would’ve loved to become was a crafter, producing wondrous creations with her own two hands. Unfortunately, Sandra was born with a deformity in her hands that made them appear frozen in a claw-like pose; as a result, she couldn’t grip anything with any sort of strength or dexterity, meaning that she wasn’t able craft anything but the most simple of things that required very little in the way of hand-based manipulation.

He died a baker. He woke up a joke. Now, he's about to show a world of heroes the true power of good bread. Thirty-four-year-old Matthias Bauer lived for his Stuttgart bakery, right up until the moment a fatal heart attack dropped him on his own kitchen floor. When he wakes up in a fantasy realm governed by a magical System, surrounded by teenagers receiving legendary combat classes like Sword Saint and Flame Mage, Matthias is assigned the lowest tier possible: [Innkeeper]. His "reward" is a deed to a dilapidated, abandoned wayside inn on the edge of a monster-infested frontier. But ...

He survived the goblin raid. Now he has to survive the health inspector. Matthias Bauer, former Stuttgart baker and current [Innkeeper], has successfully defended his establishment and completed his grand opening. But in the frontier town of Oakhaven, the real monsters wear velvet doublets and carry bureaucratic clipboards. Zum Goldenen Krug is booming. Thanks to Matthias’s uncompromising German efficiency and a domesticated Dungeon Heart functioning as a magical refrigeration system, he is turning lethal monster parts into highly sought-after buff food. From explosive Goblin Pepper Stew ...

Two brothers are thrust into a world where Irish myth and legends come to life. By accident they unleash two brutal princes wielding artifacts of power who resume their age-old struggle for domination. Tasked by the immortal host to correct this blunder, the brothers must unite warring clans to prevent the princes from gaining all five artifacts of the fabled Ard-Ullem, thus fulfilling the dreaded prophecy of the land’s destruction. An epic, action-packed fantasy adventure, Blood Forge forms the first volume of The Advent of the Ard-Ullem will carry the reader into a world of the ancient ...

With the mission of rescue complete and a better handle on his new found powers with metal, Liam is faced with a new conundrum. The Goddess wants the last remaining members of the Neko peoples protected and out of harm’s way. When he finally finds them, their representative has been mauled around by humans so much that she trusts no one. Especially him. And the human Slavers are getting closer and closer…

He was a Senior Engineer at Google. Now, he’s a starving peasant in a world of magic. But he has something the others don't: The Source Code. Finn died crunching code at 3:00 AM and woke up in the gutter of Cinderhold. In a brutal world where humanity is at the bottom of the food chain, Finn is stuck as a lowly apprentice to a sadistic mage. His talent? Non-existent. His mana? Pathetic. His future? Likely dying in a ditch. Then, the System loaded. [Genesis Editor Initiated] [Skill: F-Rank Meditation -> Optimized -> S-Rank: Idling Reverie] While others meditate for years to sense a trickle...

The piano killed Dave Minor on a Tuesday. Fifty-two years old, carrying groceries, dead before the Gruyère hit the floor. He woke up naked in a mossy clearing with a HUD in his face, zero levels, and rabbits that bit back. Most people who get isekai'd are twenty-three and chosen. Dave is a server administrator from Chicago who buys fancy cheese on impulse. The System doesn't care. It marks him Wanderer, hands him a crafting class, and drops him in a tutorial designed to either make or break him. It made him. Badly. By the time Dave emerges as a master runesmith and reluctant mage — with ...

The night elf defenders, led by the young druid, Malfurion Stormrage, and the wizard, Krasus, fight a desperate battle to hold back the Legion's terrible onslaught. Though only embers of hope remain, an ancient power has risen to aid the world in its darkest hour. The dragons - led by the powerful Aspect, Neltharion - have forged a weapon of incalculable power: the Dragon Soul, an artifact capable of driving the Legion from the world forever. But its use may cost far more than any could have foreseen.

Nadine is the only witch of her kind. With unique powerful abilities, she's a prime contender to sit on the witch's council, yet she's anything but welcome. A haunting family curse threatens to force her out of her magical college, and revealing her greatest secret may lead to the destruction of her people. Lucas is the only warlock of his generation destined to ferry the souls of the dead. Accepting his dark gift is as brutal as investigating the coven's mysteries. He's prepared to fight the darkness alone, until he receives a warning beyond the grave from Nadine's mother.

The summoning wasn't meant for him. When a dimensional rift tears through his office, Timothy Johnson finds himself in Tamaria — not as a chosen hero, not as a destined savior, but as an accident. The ritual that pulled him through killed four people to open the door. He was the wrong man on the wrong side of it. Tamaria doesn't care. The Scepter of Aethon has bonded to him regardless, granting him access to a dual cultivation path — Craftsman and Mage simultaneously — that the Mage-Lords consider impossible and the Church considers heresy. Both want him dead or controlled. Neither is...

I died a Knight. I woke up a Groundskeeper — Rank F. My party wiped in a deep dungeon. The System offered a respawn with a class re-pick. I reached for a better weapon… and grabbed gardening shears by mistake. The choice locked in. Now I’m assigned to a dead courtyard nobody’s truly cultivated in generations. Rusted shears. A broken rake. A cracked bucket. Zero combat access. The whole academy treats me like useless decoration. Then I clear my first patch of dormant grass and the System records an actual yield. Fine mana grain. Real coin. The grounds aren’t dead—they’ve been ...

Stat-heavy LitRPG. No romance. Relentless progression. They told him he'd never earn a Class. Now he's coming to take them down. Caelor Argent grew up on the wrong side of the system. Like all Classless, he was a nobody. Until the day a rare [Wraithguard] Class with spectral skills and abilities awakens his true potential. Now, he's starting to get noticed. A hidden cult has been culling 'problem' Classes for years. Those who grow too strong are wiped out. And Caelor has become their number one target. Bad call. Caelor isn't here to play it safe. He's here to grind, optimize, and win. And ...

Cael Ashford spent twelve years as an adventurer and has nothing to show for it except a bad knee and a leather pack that holds everything he owns. So when a letter arrives telling him his estranged uncle has died and left him an enchanted workshop in a village he hasn't visited since childhood, he almost doesn't go. Almost. The catch: he has to stay for one year or lose everything. The workshop is falling apart. The two hundred and fourteen enchantments his uncle maintained for the village are breaking down. A soup pot is launching its contents at the ceiling. The local merchants are ...

An Earthling must quickly learn the rules of a new world ruled by ancient powers—and prove his worth as a mere mortal—in the first book of this xianxia series. Former MMA fighter Booker Kerrison is drifting aimlessly through life, when he suddenly wakes up in another man's body with a raging...

Finn has finally secured a foothold in this unforgiving world, but staying under the radar is about to become impossible. Things get complicated when his naive knight companion drags him into the sewers to hunt down a mutated former teammate. What was supposed to be a simple corpse retrieval escalates into a life-and-death struggle against human-faced spiders and devastating underground explosions. Worse still, the danger is not isolated. The Abyss is about to consume Cinderhold, and the rot has already begun.

Rosa Delgado was a commercial saturation diver and certified underwater welder—until the System audited her dive log and reassigned her to a sector that’s literally falling apart. Habitats are failing. Pressure crystals are dying. Hull integrity is collapsing across the board. And the “administrator” in charge—a bioluminescent jellyfish in corporate mode—needs one thing: Someone who understands that a viewport has a rated depth for a reason.