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Reborn in another world as a Hermaphrodite

There was once an innocent little boy who was about to graduate high school. But suddenly, a truck ran him over before he could step foot in adult life. From his cruel twist of fate, he learns that after a person dies, they simply go to a result screen—a simple score system based on how publicly known they are. Being the nobody, he only had enough points to use the wheel spin—three shots that would determine his upcoming life. The wheel first landed on females, crushing his hope of keeping his gender. But he wasn't just going to give up so easily as the male section remained. The next spin didn't land on what he hoped for. With one last shot, he slammed the button and prayed. A miracle, almost as if god answered his prayer, appeared right before his eyes as it landed on a male. "Thank you, god! I knew you'd never give up on me like that——Wait, what do you mean that's a bug?" Before he could say anything, he was reborn into a fantasy world where magic and cultivation coexist. Want to find out what he got for his upcoming adventure? Well, let's just say he experiences the three stages of grief with his awful luck. --- Disclaimer: Some of the love interests are related to the main character, and the main character's love interests are only towards women. The book is on pause for now. Sorry for the announcement. I'll come back to this when I finish my other book. Discord server if you want to talk or have questions: https://discord.gg/hnXMFwfVR3
IPI · 489k Views

Oops, I’m Kimimaro? Guess I’ll Be the Final Villain!

[100% ORIGINAL - HIGH-QUALITY] "Kimimaro Was Wasted, So I’ll Fix That!" In canon, Kimimaro was a joke. One of Naruto’s forgettable side antagonists, dead before the plot even mattered. Locked in a cage by his clan, dragged out only to die for Orochimaru, and discarded by the world. A sickly prodigy wasted as nothing more than a pawn. Then I woke up as Kimimaro. The tragic flower meant to bloom for others and wither in silence? Not this time. I know how his story ends, and I refuse to repeat it. Bonds? Chains. Devotion? A joke. Weakness? Death. If my clan betrayed me, I’ll betray the world. If they put me in a cage, I’ll put the world in a cage of bones. I’m done being a pawn. I’m done being a tool. And I’ll never be forgotten. If you want to be cherished, you need strength first. So I’ll climb the staircase one step at a time… until the whole world kneels to me. >>> Want to read way ahead? Patreon has up to 80 advanced chapters -----> patreon.com/xebec6677 Warnings: * MC is generally amoral, power-hungry, and sometimes outright villainous. * Yes, there’s a harem involving both canon and OCs, kept logical and believable. * NO system, no stats, no cheat menus - just Naruto-world plotting and power growth. * This isn’t canon. Expect many fitting OCs, fan additions, etc. Ripple effect plot changes also pile up hard. * Timeline purists beware: the original story itself had inconsistencies. Don’t expect “perfect” chronology. * Expect darker politics, deeper worldbuilding, and deliberate writing quality. [REMEMBER: This is 100% not a translation. Not low-tier and garbage 'writing', and definitely not robotic or AI-like in appearance.] Other titles I had in mind: "Wait, I’m Kimimaro? Yeah, This World’s Screwed" "From Orochimaru’s Tool to Everyone’s Tyrant!" I'm also the author of - - - - - - - > I’m the Last Senju, and the Hokage Wants Me Dead!
Xebec7766 · 1.2m Views

I’m the Last Senju, and the Hokage Wants Me Dead!

[100% ORIGINAL - HIGH-QUALITY] "I, the Last Senju, Will Tear Down the Leaf From Within!", My first B-rank mission was supposed to be routine. Instead, ROOT tried to fry my brain so the enemy could “finish me off.” Why? Because I’m the last heir of the Senju revivalist faction, the same one Hiruzen and Danzō erased in the last war. Now I’m trapped on a Genin team with a Hatake who lives for battle, a Hyūga who won’t stop watching me, and a sensei tied to the Hokage’s leash. Their job is to see me buried. Mine is to survive and prepare. War is coming. I’ll use it to rebuild from the ground up: Senju bloodline unlocked, elements fused and mastered, the Gates forced open, Sage arts claimed, and no ceiling left above me. I’ll charm allies, bury enemies, 'repopulate' a clan, and plan my revenge. Konoha thinks I’m some prey, but they’re dead wrong. >>> Want to read way ahead? Patreon has up to 70 advanced chapters -----> patreon.com/xebec7766 WARNINGS: * Amoral, power-hungry MC. Transmigrated. Harem with real plot impact, * Tsunade plus two OCs from Konoha’s great clans, others possible. * NO system, no stat screens, just raw Naruto-world powers and growth. * Expect a darker, politically heavy, butterfly-effect rewrite of the timeline. * Don’t expect canon accuracy with ages or chronology, or no fan inclusions. * High-quality English, heavy worldbuilding, logical and detailed plotting. [REMEMBER: This is 100% not a translation. Not low-tier and garbage 'writing', and definitely not robotic or AI-like in appearance.] Other titles I had in mind: "They Tried to Assassinate Me, But I Ended Up in Tsunade’s Tent Instead...", "Hiruzen, Retire Gracefully - Orochimaru Got My Vote for The Hokage!" I'm also the author of - - - - - > Oops, I’m Kimimaro? Guess I’ll Be the Final Villain!
Xebec7766 · 2.8m Views

Undressed By The Mafia God

"Luca, please…" she cried. "You need to see who the devil really is. And decide if you want me that way," he said. "Because this is who I am. You either accept it or reject it." Luca's hand reached for a knife from the array of tools spread meticulously on the desk. "I wanted to prolong his suffering…" he murmured. "Luca…" she whispered. "But since this is a show and tell…" Without a pause, he cut the rope holding Inferi's wrists, letting the man drop heavily to the floor with a thud that made the room shudder. Inferi's eyes, wide with terror, flicked to Vee as his body twisted weakly under the weight of his injuries. "This isn't one of those times when you ask me to let someone go, I am going to kill him right here." "You have two choices," he continued. "Walk away right now, and I will accept that you will never accept who I am. Or stay and watch me kill him, to prove to me that you accept all of me, that you want all of me." "God, please, Luca, don't do this." Behind Luca, Inferi struggled weakly on the floor. Luca looked only at her. "It's simple, Vee. I am giving you a choice. I don't have a gun to your head, now, do I? Are you ashamed of who I am, or do you accept who I am?" "It's not so simple!" Vee yelled. "You're asking me to stand here while you take a life." "I will count to ten." He gestured with the knife toward the steel door behind her. "There is the door. Here is me." "Jesus!" Vee bit down on her lower lip. She squeezed her eyes shut. "Jesus Christ!" "One…" "Two…" She stepped toward him. "Three…" "I'm not running." She moved closer. "I will not run. I will stay." "Four…" Vee drew in a shaky breath, steadying herself against the tidal wave inside her. "I meant what I said last night. I said I love you. I meant it. But don't subject me to this. It will not change how I feel about you. It won't." She stepped even closer, until the knife hovered inches from her hip. "But it will most definitely change me." She swallowed hard. "If you make me stand here and watch this, you are not testing my love. You are reshaping me into something I may never recognize again." Her hands came up slowly and pressed against his chest. "I love the man who protects. The man who terrifies everyone else but holds me like I matter." Her eyes glistened, but she did not look away. "I know what you are. I accept what you are. But do not ask me to become it." "Five…" Luca moved behind Inferi now, the knife hovering at his throat. Vee's feet rooted to the floor, the edge of Luca's jacket gripped tightly in her fists. Her eyes, brimming with tears locked onto his, daring him to see, really see, what she was becoming in his presence. "Six…" he continued. He held the knife steady against Inferi's skin, a cold, absolute line of judgment, waiting. And in that pause, Luca realized a part of him wanted her to run, desperately. He wanted her to bolt, to retreat from this room of blood and fear, because maybe, just maybe, if she ran, he would see the futility of the obsession clawing at him from the inside. "Seven…" he murmured. "Eight…" "Nine…" Synopsis: She insulted the devil. He decided to own her. Veronica Scalese walks into New York’s elite club, ‘Commissioned’ by accident—and mouths off to the wrong man; Luciano Genovese popularly known as ‘The Devil’. He grants favours but gets your soul in return. When Luca comes to collect a debt from her father, the payment demanded is flesh. Veronica becomes both Luca’s weakness and his obsession. He burns his empire to the ground to keep her. Undressed by the Mafia God is a mafia romance story where power is foreplay, love is a liability, and the most terrifying thing a god can do… is fall.
JoyceOrtsen · 1.4m Views