Cosmic RE : The Shinobi Verse

For four centuries, Hera Valeris has ruled as an untouchable empress—powerful, controlled, and incapable of love. After losing everything once, she built a life where nothing could reach her again. Her marriages endured without emotion. Devotion was given, but never returned. Until she meets someone who changes everything. For the first time, Hera begins to feel—and in doing so, shatters the fragile balance she has maintained for centuries. Because when she finally chooses, she forces those who have loved her the longest to face a devastating truth: they were never chosen at all. In a world where nothing dies but everything can be lost, this is a story of power, distance, and the cost of learning to love too late.

Kyle broke free. Sadly, punching the leader of a gang of thugs had consequences, and the leader's cronies would beat Kyle to death. But so what?! He didn't regret punching this guy even once! However, a powerful Magic Lady saved Kyle and then did something strange. She offered him a job. Apparently, he would have to go to a different world, a brutal realm where strength was the only law, and become its Overseer. A world where one person could fight thousands of people. A world where gigantic beasts broke mountains. And Kyle? He was just some random guy. He couldn't break mountains. Hell, he could barely fight a single guy, but what was he supposed to do? Reject the offer and get killed? Whether he liked it or not, he had to grow stronger, and while the beginning was tough, he actually found something he really enjoyed. His gigantic hammer. It was exhilarating when beasts exploded into chunks of flesh whenever he struck them. He loved turning boulders into rubble. With his hammer in hand, Kyle would forge a path of destruction through beast hordes and any ancient gods who dare stand in his way. And as his power grew, he became more and more involved in a war between two fundamentally different forces of nature. Join Kyle on his journey to become the Strongest Hammer God! -- Hammer starts at chapter 36 2 chapters every day. Join my Discord: https://discord.gg/EfePH46Aru

The rain-slicked streets of London reflected the city's grey despair, mirroring the void in Anli Sharma's soul. At twenty-six, she was a ghost in her own life—a talented textile designer whose concepts were routinely stolen by her senior colleagues at a prestigious Covent Garden firm. Her only warmth was her mother, Meera, a woman whose gentle spirit had been slowly crushed by her new husband, Marcus. Marcus was a masterpiece of manipulation—charming to the world, but a parasitic scum behind closed doors, leeching Meera's savings and isolating her from Anli. The call came on a Tuesday. Meera was dead. A "tragic fall" down the stairs of their posh flat. Anli knew the truth. Marcus's cold, calculated eyes at the funeral confirmed it. When she cornered him on the balcony of his fifth-floor office, demanding the truth, he didn't flinch. "She was in the way," he hissed, and with a shove that sent her tumbling into the abyss, Anli's world went black. Then, a jolt. She gasped, not on the cold pavement, but sitting upright in a black cab. Her phone buzzed: a reminder from one year ago. Mum's Wedding. 2 PM. A shimmering interface flickered in her vision: [SYSTEM: NEXUS ONLINE. STATUS: REBOOT. PRIMARY DIRECTIVE: ALTER TIMELINE. CHEAT CODE UNLOCKED: 20/20 FORESIGHT] . This time, Anli would be no ghost. Armed with encyclopedic knowledge of the next twelve months—from stock market fluctuations to Marcus's hidden offshore account numbers, and every winning lottery ticket—she rewrote the script. At the wedding, she didn't cry; she presented her mother with a business proposal. Using her foresight, Anli's own designs, once stolen, now predicted global trends, catapulting their mother-daughter brand, "Sharma & Co.," into the fashion stratosphere. She systematically dismantled Marcus's world. A mysterious leak exposed his embezzlement to his firm. His "secret" investment in a failing startup—one Anli knew would crash—wiped him out. She guided Meera to a solicitor who froze Marcus's access to her assets. As Meera flourished—her smile returning as she graced magazine covers—Marcus withered, reduced to a desperate, irrelevant figure. The climax came not with a shove, but a whisper. Anli, now a powerful force in the industry, stood before him as he begged for a loan. "You took everything from us," she said, her voice calm steel. "I simply took back the future." Her revenge was complete, not in his death, but in his utter irrelevance, a forgotten scum in the dazzling story of a mother and daughter who seized their second chance.

Fang Yi had just completed the "Survive Five Years in the Ninja World and Earn a Billion" challenge. Before he could return, he was tragically made the master of a polluted world—if he couldn’t eliminate the pollution monsters, he would die. So, a reincarnation game suddenly appeared in the Ninja World. Hunt pollution monsters, earn rewards that can be brought back to reality—Bloodline Limits, ninja techniques, even items from other worlds could be exchanged. And not just the Ninja World—there was the World Government, Pirates, the Soul Society, the Demon Slayer Corps... Neji Hyuga: Redeemed the seal-removal technique for the Caged Bird. From now on, I am an eagle breaking free from the chains of fate. Tsunade: Can someone lend me 500 reward points? I swear I’ll roll a god-tier skill this time. Sōsuke Aizen: Clearing a level 4 dungeon in the Demon Ghost District. Looking for teammates. Blind people, get lost! Kikyo: Buying top-tier gear server-wide. Must have bonus damage against dog-type half-demons. Boa Hancock: Boss, my chest feels tight... I want a private consultation about the game... Fang Yi looked at the countless flirty private messages from female players across different worlds—and threw them all into the trash bin. Female players? Sorry, I only love pay-to-win sows. Thank you for the support, friends. If you want to read more chapters in advance, go to my Patreon. Read 30 Chapters In Advance: patreon.com/Franklin1

This is the story of a child who grows up on the streets with his two friends, living each day just to survive. One day, they are caught and sold as slaves. The boy ends up serving under a noble’s daughter, far away from the life he once knew. As he works under the noble, he begins to learn about the world around him—about people, power, and how to fight. From a street beggar to a servant learning new skills, this is a story about how his life starts to change, step by step, as he discovers what lies beyond survival. Content Warning: Violence, slavery themes, and strong language as well as themes of violence and may have some horror themes as well.

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Su Qinglan sat cross-legged on the grass, holding the chubbiest tiger cub she’d ever seen. “Aww… Look at you,” she whispered, booping its tiny nose. “So cute I could eat you up...” A sudden shadow loomed over her. “What’s so good about this stinky cub?” a deep, amused voice asked. She blinked up… and froze. Towering above her was a tall tiger beast man, his golden eyes narrowed in a lazy, predatory smile. “Let’s have ours,” he said. Su Qinglan’s brain short-circuited. … Ours? OURS?! Before she could process, in the next moment she was hoisted up onto his broad shoulder like a sack of grain and carried straight toward the cave. Su Qinglan was so choked by the suddenness of it all… she forgot to even complain. *** Su Qinglan’s knees knocked together as she stared up at the enormous serpent. Its cold, red eyes narrowed, the flick of its tongue tasting the air between them. “D-Don’t eat me,” she stammered, hugging herself. “I...I’m not tasty… really, I’m stringy and full of… uh… bad cholesterol.” The snake’s head lowered until it was mere inches from her face. Her fox ears twitched wildly. And then, before she could blink...its massive body shimmered, scales turning into bronzed skin and lean muscle. Standing before her was a man so breathtakingly handsome that Su Qinglan’s poor fox eyes watered just looking at him. Su Qinglan swallowed hard, her tail fluffing up in panic. “I… I…” Her voice cracked. Okay, new problem… the snake is hot. She squeezed her eyes shut. “If you… if you really want…” She blurted, her face burning, “…y-you can… take me.” *** One moment Su Qinglan was fighting with the zombie king with all her might. Boom! The next, she woke up in a bizarre beast world… inside the body of a lazy, pampered, fat local tyrant everyone hated. The “original” Su Qinglan had been an arrogant, scheming villainess who spent her days bullying weaker beast women, chasing after handsome males, and terrorizing the tribe kids. Now, thanks to fate’s twisted sense of humor, Qinglan had inherited the body and the bad reputation. But honestly? Being fat in a beast world was still better than starving in the apocalypse. At least here, she could eat. The only problem? In this world, men weren’t just men, they were beastmen. Tall, strong, dangerous… And apparently, every beast woman was expected to have several husbands. The catch? The “original” Qinglan’s antics had scared away every decent male within a ten-mile radius. Armed with her apocalyptic survival instincts, a sharp tongue, and a mysterious system that suddenly activated... "Binding with host…" "Congratulations, host, for successfully arriving in the beast world." Qinglan decided she wasn’t going to cry about fate. If she had to live here, then she’d live big, literally.

[CONTENT WARNING: Graphic violence, profanity, dark humor, 18+] "The Resurrection System is Absolute." Stabbed? Werewolf transformation. Poisoned? Immunity. Crushed? Teleportation. For every death he gets an ability. An F rank shit ability, but an ability nonetheless. It's up to Kurt to level up the abilities he thinks are worth growing. If F rank Pyrokinesis is good for lighting his cigarette, maybe SSS rank flames burn different. There's a catch however. Even life and death has rules and a cosmic order that enforces them. But what are they going to do? Kill him? Yeah, good luck with that. #System #Resurrection #Harem #MemoryLoss #Guild #Dungeon #Comedy #Weaktostrong

This isn't your average Sunday sermon. When the sun sets in this America, the real monsters come out— Chainsaw-wielding hillbillies, wax museums that never existed, cursed cabins in the woods, clown cults, dream demons, haunted dolls, and unclassified anomalies prowl the shadows... And right in the middle of it? Gideon Black, who woke up one day as a priest—armed with a divine leveling system. Now, he blesses suburban homes, exorcises demonic squatters, and offers life coaching to emotionally exhausted ghosts. With skills like: [Soul Insight] – spot a demon’s weak point before it spots you. [Psychological Counseling] – because even monsters need therapy. [Holy Water Blessing] – one drop of holy water, entire haunted house purified. [Gospel Hymn] – a church event so powerful even Hellhounds stay home. But Gideon is cautious—too cautious. He doesn’t fight unless the odds are stacked in his favor. He double-checks the salt lines, proofreads his holy verses, and once quarantined a cursed toaster just in case. When the Apocalypse finally arrives? Satan: "This guy solo'd my dungeon and left a Yelp review." Fallen Angel: "Even I pray to him when I get scared." Cthulhu: "@！？xx(╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻" God slams the table: “You guys are weak—go train harder.” Unlock exclusive access to advanced chapters: patreon.com/A_divin5 Raw: 这个神父很强却过 分谨慎