Seventy Seventh Seven

So, reincarnation huh? "A lot of good... A lot of bad... Balanced karma." "Good news, you get one boon to bring with you to the next life. Unfortunately for you though, you don't get to choose. Totally random. Ready?" Join Apollo in his new life where through sheer luck (Good or bad?) Is raised by an all hungry, all dominant and all loving hivemind who will burn the galaxy just to see him smile. Hi, I hope you enjoy my novel. It is quite the slow burner so I hope you stick with it.

Reborn as the sarcastic, black-haired twin of Draco Malfoy, Orion had a simple plan: ignore the pureblood politics, torment his father with logic, and push magic to its absolute breaking point. When a blue screen popped up on his eleventh birthday, he thought he’d hit the jackpot. A System? In a magical world? It was the ultimate cheat code. At least, until it spoke. Enter Sparkle: a sentient, sarcastic, and aggressively unhelpful "System" who refuses to give him quests, stats, or a manual. Instead, she demands he "live his life" and stumble blindly into obscure conditions to unlock rewards ranging from useless Gobstones to legendary Phoenix Tears. Now, Orion must navigate Hogwarts with a brother who has more hair gel than brain cells and a voice in his head that treats his life like a reality TV show. He doesn't want to be a hero; he just wants to figure out if setting a mountain troll on fire counts as an achievement. *** Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter nor any characters in this fanfic, except for the idea of this fanfic story. I have no intention of monetizing this story, nor any intention of enforcing a copyright infringement.

In the sprawling, chrome-and-neon nightmare of Neo-Jiangnan, Su Yuan awakens, dead – trapped in the failing body of a destitute student. His neural implants are crumbling, his debts insurmountable, eviction a certainty. Then, a chilling, ancient interface flickers to life in his mind: the [SoulNet]. He is its 'Root Administrator,' but this mysterious system craves human souls as 'nodes' to unleash its power. And currently, his connection count is zero. Desperate for survival, Su Yuan unlocks the SoulNet's 'Deduction' ability, transforming flawed public techniques into brutal, efficient martial arts. He shares them, weaving a web of influence through the forgotten slums, borrowing strength and skill from every connected soul. He becomes a phantom programmer, disrupting Neo-Jiangnan’s brutal hierarchy and drawing the ire of ruthless gangs. But as his power swells, a dark truth emerges: the SoulNet is not merely a tool. Deep within its cold code, something ancient stirs. A red eye opens. Now, Su Yuan isn’t just controlling a network; he’s being watched by it. Can he deduce the SoulNet's true nature before its enigmatic 'Genesis Protocol' claims him and his burgeoning hive mind? Or is he merely a puppet, dancing on the strings of an unknowable entity?

​Join Discord: https://discord.gg/XmEdVp84Z Raj should have died when he plummeted from the cliff's edge, landing on a vertical sword that plunged right into his heart. However at the brink of death a holographic window appeared in front of him. "2/3 conditions are fulfilled. 1. Host should be of %@#*& bloodline- completed 2. Sword of awakening should pierce the heart of host-completed 3.Bath in the Amrita Water-pending" "Teleporting the user to the location of Amrita Water." "Error Amrita Water is not in this world." "Advanced teleportation is activated." He was thrown in the middle of a forest, inhabited by thousands of giant wild beasts, with a single quest: {Escape the Forest of cursed Gumiho} The system only provided him one skill: [All-Devouring Breathing Technique] Raj was scared, nervous, and anxious but was never hopeless. He gritted his teeth, ran a hand through his hair, and took his first step into the unknown world. ----- Additional tags: R18, magic, No yuri, No ntr. Races: Dragons, phoenix, humans, beasts, demons, nine-tailed fox.

I was reincarnated as a wanderer in another world, and I want to travel everywhere!

The stories were true. Sam was truly magic-ridden. A phenomenon believed to be impossible. Born without mana, he could never cast a single spell. And in a world where magic determined one's talent, status, and future, he was destined to remain an ordinary and crippled commoner. The Magic Academies where the kingdom's greatest mages were forged, was a place he could never hope to enter. Or so everyone believed. It was the chance encounter with the prestigious Thane family that set off a chain of events that are still so absurd to Sam that he still couldn't believe it. Somehow... He managed to con the Jewel of the Kingdom into becoming his girlfriend granting him access to a world that had always been beyond his reach and a ticket to the prestigious royal academy. With the Academy's vast knowledge at his fingertips and the resources of one of the kingdom's wealthiest families behind him, Sam finally began pursuing the dream he had refused to abandon. The dream of magic. If he couldn't use mana... Then he would find another way of accessing magic. Thus began the birth of the Blue Gliiens.

"The best way to predict the future is to build the machine that creates it." ​The Indian subcontinent is a pressure cooker of Cold War paranoia and aging colonial remnants. While the world watches the borders for the flash of muzzle flares, Karan is looking at a different map—one made of supply chains, energy reserves, and industrial bottlenecks. ​Armed with a "System" that calculates the weight of history in real-time, Karan begins a silent, surgical strike against the status quo. His mission isn't just to win a war; it's to ensure India never has to depend on a foreign power to fight one again.

In a world where powerful warriors battle using spinning peonzas, each one bonded with a mysterious creature, a young fighter named Kael enters the arena. His peonza hides something different. A dark and ancient entity known as Axiom. As the tournament unfolds, stronger opponents appear and rumors about Kael’s power begin to spread. But far beyond the arena, something far more dangerous is watching… And the true battle has only just begun.

« MATURE CONTENT » His name is Raven Lustre. And the universe fucked him from day one. Imagine this: You get isekai'd to a fantasy world. Finally, right? Your moment. Dragon slayers, demon kings, the whole power fantasy package. Except when everyone else rolled Dragon, Archangel, Titan—bloodlines so pure they could split mountains on day one—you got Incubus. 60% purity. The discount bin special. Not the "seduce and conquer" kind you read about in those masterpiece web novels. The "your pheromones are weaker than cologne" kind. The "you can't charm anyone stronger than you" kind. Which in a world where everyone else is a walking apocalypse? Means you can't charm anyone who matters. So while Gareth—the muscle-brained Titan hero—was bench-pressing boulders, and Astasia—the Holy Archangel with a body that belonged in a cathedral and a face she hid behind a helmet—was literally glowing with divine power, Raven was in the back. The strategist. The brain. The guy they kept around because someone had to think. And they hated him for it. Astasia called him trash. Disgusting. Bastard. Freak. Every curse word a noblewoman could learn, she threw at him like stones. He thought she despised him. Thought she saw him as the weakest link dragging down the hero party. Turns out? 89% favorability. She was a fucking tsundere. And he never knew. Never saw it. Because he was too busy surviving, too busy stealing quick fucks with noblewomen in hallways just to recharge his trash-tier powers, too busy being treated like a prostitute with a brain instead of a hero. Then there was Nyra. The cat-woman. Gareth's slave. The one Raven fucked in secret because that idiot was too busy drawing pictures of Astasia like a lovesick puppy. 96% favorability. The one who actually loved him. The one he promised to free. And he failed. An Incubus got who died at Hand of Succubus during their first Session. The End.

When Harry Potter, Master of Death, is unexpectedly transported to the Marvel universe, he finds himself grappling with a new set of challenges. Haunted by the traumas of his past and the scars of war, Harry must navigate this unfamiliar world. Harry x Natasha, Harry x Sif