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Justin White loves mythical creatures, and he knows a lot about them. But he knows what people are thinking when he talks about them. They can't hide their pity or laughter. All he wants is to find people and a place that will appreciate his passion as he does. When he walks into an abandoned bookstore in search of a book on mythical creatures, he is catapulted into a new and mysterious world where he comes face to face with creatures he thought existed only in books. In a land where myth meets reality and magic is as common as paper, will Justin have the courage to not only save a kingdom, but also the princess who will one day rule? Or will he just go back to his life of reading books in the stacks?

Hello, and thank you for picking up this book. This is the story of a soul who died alone, only to be given a second chance at life. Reborn into a world of cultivation, the protagonist, Tian Shen Ji, quickly realizes that mere talent is not enough. This isn't the journey of a righteous hero. This is the ascent of a man who makes his way to the Peak through a precise calculation of risk and reward. Relying on the memories of his past life, he will use his wits, his ruthlessness, and his masterful command of deception, bluffing, and scheming. By exploiting the misunderstandings and hubris of others, he will defy fate and become one of the strongest beings in this new world. The path to power is paved not with purity, but with pragmatism. On Names and Culture While the world of this novel is entirely fictional, a realm of unique cultivation, ancient techniques, and cosmic conflicts, you will find that the characters, such as Tian Shen Ji, bear names inspired by the Chinese language. I want to be clear that I am not Chinese, nor am I an expert in Chinese culture or language. I chose these names because I personally enjoy the atmosphere they create and feel they are essential to the webnovel cultivation genre. I have done my best to select appropriate characters and tones. However, if you are a native speaker and feel a name is improperly written or awkward, or if you have suggestions for improvement, please know that your input is deeply valued and welcomed. A Personal Note I also wish to mention that English is not my first language, and I am dyslexic. I write this story purely out of passion, and while I dedicate significant time to editing, some spelling or grammatical errors may slip through. I appreciate your patience and understanding as you dive into the story.

Some are reincarnated as the shining, pure character known as the hero of the story. Others find themselves as secondary, unknown characters, carrying no weight in the flow of events. And then there are those who are reborn as villains… villains meant to be struck down, forming the very foundation of the hero’s growth. As for me? I was neither a hero, nor an ordinary villain. I was merely a cursed soul, reborn as an experiment within an organization that worships an unknown entity. Am I just a third-rate villain? … I wished it were so. Because the truth is far worse. I am the character who appeared in the very first scene of the game, even before the hero made his entrance. I am… the Vessel. Discord: https://discord.gg/jpYJpHdMmn

From ancient times, mankind whispered prayers to godly beings lurking beyond the veil. Desires were answered. Blessings were bestowed. And with every baptism, something unseen was taken in return. In 2037, the debt came due. Those who had accepted the baptism were transformed into grotesque nightcrawler driven only by bloodlust. Cities fell overnight. Civilization collapsed in screams and fire. As the world drowned in chaos, an ancient seal deep within the Earth weakened. From beneath the surface emerged a forgotten continent—one that had been sealed away since time immemorial. Its people were superhuman beings, wielders of magic and power far beyond modern understanding. Breaking free as the seal shattered, they intervened in the apocalypse, saving the remaining 10% of humanity and guiding them toward survival. From the ashes of the apocalypse, a new civilization took shape—a world where human world and nightmare realm intertwined, where magic and monstrosity walked side by side. This fragile world exists only because some sought power and knowledge above all else, daring to make pacts with beings beyond comprehension—and paid the price in blood and fire. Into this reborn world descends Theron Noirvale, a man originally from Earth who was once feared as the Heavenly Demon in another world. Now back on his home planet, he begins to uncover the truth about the devils, the hidden continent, and the body he Transmigrated into. A regressor's body.

One Friday night, an ordinary man stumbles home from an office party, drunk, disoriented, and unaware that a single misstep will end his life. When he wakes again, it is not in a hospital bed, but in a cold manor, in a child’s body, attended by a sobbing house-elf calling him “little master.” The world around him is wrong, uncanny, and terrifyingly familiar. He has been reborn as Corvus Marvolo Lestrange. Son of Bellatrix Lestrange. Heir to a bloodstained legacy. A name that should never have existed. As fragmented memories of his former life clash with the grim reality of the Wizarding World, Corvus struggles to understand where and when he has landed. Is this the world he remembers? Or a twisted variation where fate itself has been rewritten? The truth becomes undeniable the day he is presented before a pale, red-eyed man seated in his grandfather’s chair. A man who smiles thinly and speaks his name with interest. Lord Voldemort. “Here comes my son,” Bellatrix announced proudly. “Corvus Marvolo Lestrange.” The man’s gaze pinned him in place. “Ah, Marvolo,” Voldemort murmured. “I sense potential.” “Yes, sir,” Corvus replied automatically. “You may address me as My Lord.” “Yes, My Lord.” Voldemort smiled thinly. “No need to be nervous. I am Lord Voldemort. It should be your pleasure to meet me.” Pleasure My Ass !!! Corvus wanted to say, but he just smiled weakly. From that moment, Corvus realizes that survival will require more than silence and obedience. Born into darkness, surrounded by monsters, and carrying a name that invites destiny’s gaze, he must decide whether he is merely a pawn in a grand design or something far more dangerous. Because in a world ruled by prophecy, power, and bloodlines, the greatest threat may not be the Dark Lord…

The Dominium is an almond-shaped world where neither night nor day dwell, locked in a perpetual frost since the dawn of its existence. In the lands of the Pale Margins, where the Providence treats desire as an excess to be contained, Aveline lives under constant surveillance within the sanctuary, watched over by the Keepers. Faced with choices that offer no salvation, marriage or devotion, Aveline comes into contact with ancient entities of her world, feral feasts, and rituals belonging to another time. In a realm that neither redeems nor forgets, My Left Breast is a dark horror fantasy about the control of bodies, time as an instrument of power, and the silent violence of structures that claim authority over women’s lives.

At first glance, this seems to be a story about a basketball player striving for the pinnacle of his career and invincibility. However, in reality, Ming You seeks victory not through traditional training and skill development, but through strategies, intrigues, injuries, violence, and murder. Ming You is willing to employ any means necessary to achieve his goal — becoming invincible and a talent in his field, namely basketball. In addition to the brutality required to secure victories, Ming You must contend not only with basketball teams but also with managers seeking maximum profit, as well as investigators and detectives, since murders cannot simply be ignored as Ming You would prefer.

How to survive as a summoner.

【WSA 2026 Entry】 [!] Title Change in Progress [!] ════════════════════ Birth of the Undying Biomancer: Mio was the worst healer in Tokyo. F-grade, dead weight—her party kept her around out of pity until they did the math and left her bleeding in a ruined cathedral. Something ancient was waiting there. It offered her a Class that devours its hosts—a path of power that claimed the lives of the three Biomancers who came before her. Mio said yes anyway. She’d already felt the sting of a slow death; what was one more monster in her veins? Now pain is currency, death is fuel, and the hunger grows with every kill. The Bureau wants a weapon. Her sister wants her home for dinner. Mio agreed to both. In a world of Systems and Dungeons, power isn't a gift; it's a trade. And Mio is finally ready to pay the price. ════════════════════ What This Is: [1] This is a progression fantasy with system elements, but the system serves the story, not the other way around. Expect meaningful numbers, not stat spam. [2] Romance is not the focus. Mio has bigger problems. But expect a slow-burn later down the line! [3] The story gets dark, but it's earned. No grimdark for shock value. ════════════════════ Schedule: 1-2 chapters daily @ 10am-2pm CST | Chapter Length: 1,000-1,500 words ════════════════════ Powerstone Goals: 100 = +1 chapter 250= +2 chapters 500= +3 chapters 800 = +5 chapters ════════════════════ Support Me: Collections, comments, and reviews keep this alive! ════════════════════ #weak_to_strongest #female_lead #mass_awakening #dark_fantasy

DING! [Welcome to Eyria] Ethan, known in his former life as Mesh, lived a hollow existence. Work. Sleep. Repeat. A life spent giving everything, and gaining nothing in return. Betrayed by the very people he trusted, his coworker and his boss, his life ended abruptly. Not with meaning… but with bitterness. Death, however, was not the end. He awakened in another world: Eyria. A land on the brink of collapse, where demons ruled the shadows of day and night, and humanity survived only by clinging to hope. Reborn as Ethan Cole, he entered a world already bleeding. There, he awakened a class unknown to Eyria. A hybrid class known as the 'Executioner'. It granted him overwhelming power, power designed to hunt demons without mercy. But that strength came at a cost. Each use carved away fragments of his humanity, replacing restraint with bloodlust, and reason with cold, lethal instinct. Still, Ethan made a vow. To erase demons from the face of Eyria. Yet as his power grows and his humanity fades, one question remains: Will Ethan become the shield that saves this world… or the blade that finally shatters it? Note: Schedule: 7 New chs/week - MC is Overpowered but it comes at a cost. Just like the synopsis described. - MC has strong ability but it isn't easily unlocked. - Romance comes later not immediately. - Chapter two has fast pacing. Tags: # Action #transmigration #romance #survival #academy #Dark #Adventure #War #System #Overpowered #Anti-Hero #Weak to Strong #Magic #Tragedy #thestrongsctingweak Power stones and Golden Tickets are highly appreciated. Thanks. Discord: https://discord.gg/kTW5AuWfZ5

“Son, never sleep with a married woman.” That was my father’s final advice, right after being stabbed by a jealous husband of a married woman he slept with. I took his words to heart but fate was a bitch and I got bombed by a stupid fucker who thought I slept with his wife. Now, I’ve transmigrated into a flop fantasy novel my best friend wrote, the same one which I “improved” by butchering it into a game as a background character. Rael Von Ashborn. An Extra who was going to die in a few days because he somehow kissed the Duchess of the Empire. Now, I got two options: Unlock a powerful class... Or die at the hands of a psychopathic duke with a god-tier skill set. But naturally, fate decided to screw me over again. [YOU HAVE AWAKENED: JESTER CLASS] A joke of a class. Oh and did I mention my maid’s a gorilla? Right. Welcome to my hell. Or as the sadistic author of this world called it... “Nytharrea.” (No NTR btw.) __________________ [Previous Title: Extra’s Supremacy: Rise of Forgotten Background Character] [Discord Server] - discord.gg/zCxTnRTp44

At the edge of twilight, Aurora’s life fractures when he witnessed a Time Beast devouring its own kind — and survived. Drawn into a hidden war against creatures that feed on time itself, he discovered his connection to the Continuum, a forbidden dimension. All Aurora ever wanted was a normal life, but as his power grew and timeline events begun to unravel, he must be ready to encouter and battle against threats that would collapse all timelines, alongside his comrades in the Dawnflame Continuity Foudation.

The system is broken. Villains are stopped. Heroes are praised. Cameras move on. And somehow, the same names keep coming back. Aidan was an engineer, removed from the superhero world. He built prosthetics for civilians and heroes alike, the people who survive battles they were never meant to be part of. From his workshop, the pattern is impossible to ignore. A villain escapes. Again A hero fights them. Again More people get hurt. Again The revolving door keeps spinning, and the bodies left behind are quietly written off as the cost of doing business. When Aidan becomes one of those victims himself, he refuses to wait for someone else to act. He builds a suit. He arms himself. And he starts asking the question no one else will: How many times does a villain get to escape before the deaths become the system’s fault? So he acts. The media calls him a murderer. Heroes call him unstable. Aidan doesn’t see himself as a villain. Or a hero. Just someone unwilling to accept the idea that losses are acceptable.

They didn’t crawl out of myths, they tore their way through them. Monstrosities, born from old tales, returned in twisted flesh to remind humanity why even speaking their names once felt dangerous. The sky cracked, fire swallowed the earth, seas boiled over, cities choked on the blood of their inhabitants. There was no warning, just monsters. And with them, something else : a power system of unknown origin. Salvation, perhaps, but not for everyone. It gave nothing to the fearful, nothing to the weak. But to the brave, or the desperate, it offered claws. For Lazar, the apocalypse was less tragedy than inconvenience. He had spent years meticulously preparing for revenge, and now the world was burning at the worst possible time. Most people broke. Lazar didn’t. He never placed his trust in hope, never relied on luck. He studied while others panicked, he prepared while others prayed, he struck when others hesitated, and the skills he had honed for vengeance were the very ones demanded by this new world. As for his desire for vengeance itself… that didn't vanish just because the world went to shit. But monsters aren’t the only problem standing between Lazar and his plans. As the world polarizes in black or white, Lazar and his kind stay grey. And when everyone is choosing sides, the ones in-between become the common enemy.

In a world ravaged by the Great Fall, cities lie in ruins, and the lands are shrouded in ash and shadows. Monsters and demons roam the desolate territories, while secret cults worship the darkness, striving to gain a power denied to ordinary humans. Ancient gods watch over the world, intervening only rarely, and a constant sense of unease and danger hangs in the air. In this grim and cold world, every place holds its own secrets, every encounter could be the last, and magic and strength determine who survives and who is left forgotten in the wastelands.

Everyone has dreams and hopes. Some achievable, some not. In the end everyone follows the same path, anything can happen beyond that. Follows the protagonist in his adventures to realize his dreams in different worlds. first World : attack on titan ____________________________________________ not a waifu collector fanfic, or wish fullfilment story, there will be harem but a decent one with few girls, but later in the story. it's a fanfiction of travel in the multiverse, several worlds are planned, I'm new in writing and English is not my main language but it should be correct. I accept any kind of criticism, don't hesitate to give me advice for this fanfic. I hope you will enjoy it. I don't own any works other than my character and the ones I create. I am writing this for entertainment, i have a lot of things to learn and i hope you can help me.

Oren falls into a foreign land after surviving something that should have erased him entirely. Whatever he once was, whatever power or purpose he held, is gone. He awakens weak, human, and surrounded by people who treat suffering as routine and survival as currency. ( will probably change) (Author’s note: The title of this story may change in the future. Those who continue reading will understand that the current title relates to the MC’s past.)

No cost too great. No mind to think. No will to break. No voice to cry suffering. Born of God and Void. You shall seal the blinding light that plagues their dreams. You are the Vessel. You are the Hollow Knight. ————— Inspirations: Shadow Slave (Obviously), Hollow knight (OBVIOUSLY), Lotm(Best novel oat btw) Sword Devouring Swordmaster (Really underground) and TWATE (really loved the early arcs. Got dogshit after tho) Hi gang. this is my first fic, I hope y'all won't be too harsh on me, tough I'd like constructive criticism. Don't forget to give power stones for bonus chapter if you like.English is my third language, don't be too harsh on my spelling please. I don't use A.I, I hate it. Romance: Probably (I'm bad at writing women) Non-Human Mc: yes. He's a vessel that'll evolve after each rank. Human form: Yes. Once he reaches a high enough rank, probably Supreme. but it severly weakens him, so Vessel's gonna be the norm. Hollow knight? YES I love hollow knight so expect ALOT of things from the game, they'll all be explained for those that never played it.

We associate many things with the word "time." When time comes we are born. With time we learn new words, we grow. Over time, we fall in love and give new life. However, when our time is up we die. I died and from among an infinite number of souls similar to me. I was given a chance to become part of something bigger. Now our words become time itself. We are the one who decides the flow of time. And now time will tell if we become what is expected of us. * the photo does not belong to me, if the original author would like the photo to be taken off, please write in the comment .This will be my first Novel fan fiction published. I don't do it for profit or anything else i do this just for fun and hope to give this joy of reading to others. I have a lot of ideas in my head and I would just like to write them on paper, in this case, on the page. My English is terrible, most of this work will be written in translators. However, I hope the storyline as long as it doesn't get too confusing will fix the language problems. Of course, all the original characters and story shown in my fan fiction belong to their original creators.*

A college student was stuck with lighting and died, never knowing what the one piece was. This is a story about an introvert named Ernes going to the one-piece world to finally find out what the one piece is. And in doing so, he creates chaos and drama by revealing the future to one piece of characters. This is a fan fiction reaction about how one piece of character reacts to the future. This story takes place a week before Luffy goes off on his journey. Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN ONE PIECE NOR DO I OWN ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS. ONE PIECE AND ITS CHARACTERS ARE OWNED BY EIICHIRO ODA, TOEI ANIMATION CO, LTD. THIS FANFICTION IS JUST FOR FUN NON PROFIT FAN FICTION. I will have original characters in this story who will follow Ernes on his journey in the one-piece world. Author: Steve99_