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Ritsuka Fujimaru. Last master of Chaldea and Destroyer of Worlds. The boy who saved humanity several times to become the enemy of several civilizations, some were innocent, others were not. He holds these titles while being just a simple human with no talent as a mage. Unfortunately, he has an enormous talent for attracting dangerous beings who are interested in discovering how a mere human can defy his own destiny and death several times and emerge victorious. It is because of this bad luck that the boy has that he was dragged to participate in an adventure that goes beyond the stars of his universe. This is the story of his journey from a simple delivery boy (assistant director) to the Herta space station. This story takes place after the events of Ordeal Call 2. So if you feel that Ritsuka is very serious, it's because he just came back from the real world and said goodbye to the Avengers. Another thing, this is my first story that I'm writing in this app (especially in a foreign language) so expect dramatic errors, since I'm using a translator to write. (The old title was the Errand Boy)
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Douluo Dalu: Better than Tang San

Tang Chuan transmigrates into the Douluo Continent, replacing the original protagonist, Tang San. Unlike the path history once recorded, Tang Chuan is no longer bound by ignorance or blind reverence. Aware of Yu Xiaogang’s true nature and the untapped potential of the Blue Silver Grass martial soul, he refuses to become the so-called “Grandmaster’s disciple” and instead forges his own destiny. Firm in his belief that the debt of being raised outweighs the debt of being born, Tang Chuan walks a path defined by independence and clarity. By absorbing spirit rings from powerful plant-type spirit beasts rich in life attributes, he nurtures his seemingly ordinary Blue Silver Grass—evolving it into a top-tier plant martial soul brimming with boundless vitality. Defying all expectations, he rises at an unprecedented speed, breaking through to the Soul King realm at just twelve years old—shocking the entire continent. But this is only the beginning. As his legend takes shape, the heavens descend, and a mysterious comparison system emerges—linking two divergent destinies of Douluo across timelines. **[Dual Douluo Comparison — Act One]** Sea God and Asura God Tang San. Versus Tang Chuan, the God of Life and Destruction. Two timelines. Two chosen ones. Two completely different paths to supremacy. This time, the fate of Douluo will not repeat itself—it will be rewritten. Note : I do not own this Work.. I am translating it here...
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They Sold Me a Fake Cultivation Art. I Mastered It Anyway.

Wei Liang has nothing. No spiritual roots. No sect. No future. At seventeen, he was laughed out of the Jade Basin Sect's entrance exam when the testing stone turned the color of old mud. Everyone in Ashpine Village agrees he should give up, learn to farm, and accept the life he was born into. On the day of the spring market, Wei Liang spends his last thirty coppers on a battered scroll sold by a suspicious one-eyed vendor. The scroll is: •The Boundless Nothing Sutra• — a technique so notoriously fraudulent it was officially condemned two hundred years ago. Every instruction in it is wrong. The breathing is backwards. The energy flows in the wrong direction. Multiple cultivators have destroyed their meridians attempting it. Wei Liang, having never cultivated a day in his life, has no idea what "wrong" feels like. So he follows the Sutra exactly as written. And on the third night, something impossible happens. What follows is the story of a young man with no talent, no backing, and no business becoming powerful — slowly, stubbornly, and entirely outside every framework the cultivation world has built over five thousand years. As Wei Liang works his way through the Sutra's nine volumes, he develops abilities no measuring stone can categorize, defeats opponents who shouldn't be beatable, and stops aging entirely — all while remaining utterly uninterested in fame, power, or revenge. The sects don't know what to do with him. The elders can't classify him. The cultivation world's entire orthodoxy has no counter to a technique it forgot was real. And somewhere at a market cart that smells of mildew and bad luck, a one-eyed old man who has been waiting ten thousand years for exactly this person smiles to himself and keeps selling scrolls.
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