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Marvel: My Eyes Defies Fate.

I thought I was lucky. One moment, I was just another nobody grinding through life — the next, I woke up in a whole new world. No monsters. No systems. No dragons or dungeons. Just… skyscrapers, smartphones, and social media. Modern Earth. Or so I thought. Naturally, I did what any anime-loving, pop-culture junkie would do: I decided to "create" Marvel. Spider-Man, Iron Man, X-Men, Avengers — all those epic stories from my original world didn’t exist here. I was going to become the next Stan Lee. Famous. Rich. Untouchable. A god of pop culture. But then... Something felt off. I started noticing things. A building named Stark Industries. A news broadcast about a kid in Queens stopping a car with his bare hands. Things that shouldn’t exist. That’s when the truth crashed down like a meteor: I wasn’t in a normal world. I was in the Marvel Universe. No cheats. No systems. No comic book plot armor. And me? Just a regular guy. Or so I believed. Until my eyes began to change. the Ultimate Eye, granting me different Eye prowesses Each ring… a weapon. First Ring: Geass — The Power of Absolute Command and foresight. Third Ring: Sharingan — Perception. Prediction. Illusion. Fourth Ring: Tenseigan — Gravity. Light. Creation. So my Sharingan can evolve? Guess I'd be getting the Rinnegan. I don’t know why I have these powers. But I do know this: In a universe crawling with gods, mutants, monsters, and alien empires — I won’t be a background character. I won’t be collateral damage. I will rise. I will unlock every ring. And when I do… not even the Celestials will stand in my way. Because I’m not just here to survive. __ ********************************** Join our discord server Link: https://discord.gg/Mr8Q62CH Support us on patreon (+Gain access to chapters in advance) Link: patreon.com/Zphyr_ **********************************
Zphyrr · 2.8m Views

Transmigrated Into One Piece With The Strongest Haki.

Ashveil found himself transmigrated into a vast and perilous world dominated by pirates — a realm where the seas stretched endlessly, and only strength determined one’s destiny. Not long after his arrival, fate threw him into a clash of wills against none other than the world’s strongest man himself. That brief but overwhelming encounter left a mark, and in a twist of fortune, Whitebeard personally acknowledged Ashveil’s spirit and appointed him as the Zero Commander of his mighty fleet. From the very start of his journey, Ashveil awakened the mysterious Conqueror’s System — a cheat-like power that allowed him to grow stronger each day in the most unexpected ways. By simply signing in daily and even doing something as ordinary as basking in the sunlight, his strength would rise steadily toward unimaginable heights. In this ruthless ocean where pirates reigned supreme, Ashveil believed there was no conflict that could not be crushed with a burst of King’s Haki. And if there ever appeared a situation where ordinary Haki was insufficient, he had only one solution: to unleash the overwhelming might of his Haki! For in the end, no apologies were necessary when his Haki was destined to be hundreds of millions of points stronger than anyone else’s. ___ Disclaimer: This story features an overpowered main character, though not at god-tier level from the start. If you dislike OP protagonists, this may not be the story for you. Additionally, the narrative will explore multiverse concepts in the later chapters. ___ Read chapters in advance at [email protected]/Zphyr_ Check out my other fanfics, you might like em.
Zphyrr · 1.1m Views

I'm Sick Not Weak

Give or take. That’s ’s what this world was all about. But Lucien Carl Varvien didn’t give a damn. Reborn into a land filled with magic, dragons, and way too many nobles with superiority complexes, and blessed with unimaginable power, Lucien was perfectly content living a quiet life as an orphan servant in the Hierken household. Small, quiet, and constantly coughing up blood like a dying side character in a tragic play; Everyone called him fragile. He called it just another Tuesday. His hobbies? Doing chores, avoiding nobles, and scaring the spoiled Hierken brat whenever he got the chance. Everything was fine. Peaceful. Predictable. Until a ball went wrong. And an entire mansion mysteriously caught fire. To save his friend Lucien accidentally unleashed his power that made even the heavens flinch. Now his branded a miracle. But theirs a catch? Every time he uses his power, his nose bleeds, he faints dramatically, or coughs up blood. Lucien doesn’t feel a thing. But everyone else? They think he’s dying. Well... there goes his quiet life. Now suddenly, Lucien’s being called “Young Master.” The Duke’s family is crying whenever he yawns, his new brother keeps force-feeding him health tonics, and the royal physicians look ready to faint every time he coughs. What the hell is wrong with them?! He’s fine. Totally fine. So why does the Duke treat him like glass? Why are the servants acting like he’s on his deathbed? And most importantly— Why is the Emperor looking at him like a long-lost son?! Well... Hello! That's giving me the creeps. Lucien’s eye twitched as chaos unfolded around him. “EVERYONE CALM DOWN!” he snapped. “I’M NOT DYING!” But knowing his luck… he probably jinxed it.
Peace02 · 1k Views

A BOY MADE OF SHADOWS

He didn’t grow up with a real name. In the place he was raised, they didn’t bother with names at all. They just burned numbers onto kids, and his number was XI. That’s how people talked to him—like, “Number Eleven, do this,” “Number Eleven, stand there.” It wasn’t a life. It was just… existing. He spent most of his childhood underground. Cold stone floors, dim lamps, the same halls every day. He didn’t know anything about the outside world or why the people there were training him. He only knew that the shadows around him always felt strange, like they were watching him. One night, during some ritual he never understood, something unexpected happened. The shadows that were supposed to kill him didn’t. They moved toward him instead—like they recognized him. Like they’d been waiting for him. After that, he walked out of the fortress. No plan. No idea what to do. He picked the name Kael because he needed something normal to call himself. But the world outside isn’t simple. People stare at him. Some are scared of him. And the shadows that cling to him… he still doesn’t know how to control them, or if they’re even safe. Kael isn’t trying to be special or powerful. He just wants to understand who he is and where he belongs. Maybe he’s just a kid who was treated wrong his whole life. Or maybe he’s something else—something the people in that fortress were afraid to admit. Whatever the truth is, he knows one thing: He’s never going back to being a number again.
Masterisaki · 5.2k Views