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Lion city, the supposed 'greatest city in the world' For over a century, this place has been the hub for all things in terms of tech and innovation. But for many, it's just the place they live, where they go about their days, dealing with whatever it takes to get through today's set of challenges, including the students on North Lion High School. But when a mysterious set of figures calling themselves gods appear, nineteen students are left with a unique power and one message. Survive the next few weeks until one player is left. So who will awaken their powers, and who will die trying?

In a certain magical world, many fierce and bloody wars frequently broke out unnecessarily, fueled by the wickedness and brutality of villainous mages. Consequently, this left many others to endure agony and sorrow, both mentally and physically. Zuzana was no exception; unable to bear their oppression, she was forced to abandon the land where she was born and raised. She sought refuge in another land, hoping to survive their blood-stained hands. Along with her, Zuzana carried an extreme hatred and a profound oath: "Just wait!" "One day, I will personally return here and destroy all of you wicked mages with my own hands!" "So, all of you had better remember that!

What if Aizen Sōsuke descended into the world of Naruto? An Ran finds himself in the Ninja World — playing the role of the mastermind Aizen. To fully unlock his character’s potential, he joins the Akatsuki under the name Aizen Sōsuke. Just as he begins his infiltration, a mysterious invitation pops up: You’ve been invited to the Dimensional Chat Group. And that’s when chaos begins. Dimensional Chat Log: The Actor: Hey guys, I’m Aizen. Just joined. Newbie here. Konan : Welcome! Funny timing — Obito brought in a new recruit too. Gintoki : Wait, a new recruit? Isn’t Itachi supposed to join in like... two years? Konan : Not Itachi. He says he’s Aizen Sosuke. Claims his strongest illusion is Kyōka Suigetsu. Then he pulls out a sword like he’s some kind of samurai. Totally bizarre, right? Gintoki : ??? Sawamura Spencer Eriri : ???

Rain dripped from the Paris rooftops like the city itself was crying. Emo Marinette Dupain-Cheng walked with her hood pulled low, black sleeves hiding hands that shook from exhaustion. The streets were nearly empty—too late for tourists, too early for morning. This was the hour she preferred. No smiles to fake. No expectations to meet. Saving Paris was supposed to feel heroic. Tonight, it just felt heavy. Her earrings rested cold against her skin, a reminder of the mask she wore every day. Shadybug. The symbol of hope. The lie she kept alive while everything inside her slowly broke apart. She turned down a narrow alley, hoping the darkness would swallow her thoughts. A boy slumped against the brick wall, knees pulled to his chest, soaked through. His hair hung messily over his eyes, clothes torn and dirty like he’d been dragged through the night itself. A small duffel bag lay open beside him, empty—as if whatever life he had left was already gone. He looked… abandoned. Emo Marinette froze. She should have walked away. Paris wasn’t kind to heroes who lingered too long. But something in her chest twisted painfully. Because she knew that posture. The way his shoulders curved inward, like he was trying to disappear. She stepped closer. “Hey,” she said quietly, her voice almost swallowed by the rain. “Are you… alive?” The boy lifted his head slowly. His eyes were dull—not frightened, not angry—just empty. Like someone who’d already accepted that nothing good was coming. “Yeah,” he muttered. “Unfortunately.” That answer hit harder than it should have. Emo Marinette crouched a few feet away, careful not to scare him. “You shouldn’t sleep here. It’s dangerous.” He let out a weak laugh. “So is everywhere else.” Silence stretched between them, thick and uncomfortable. The city hummed in the distance, uncaring. “What’s your name?” she asked. “…Jaden.” She nodded. “I’m Marinette.” He didn’t look impressed. Didn’t look relieved either. Just nodded like names didn’t matter anymore. “Did someone hurt you?” Jaden glanced away. “Dropped me off. Said I’d ‘figure it out.’” His fingers clenched around nothing. “Guess this is me figuring it out.” I tagged this book, come and support me with a thumbs up! https://youtube.com/@nekovyn?si=PH_n2FC-fL5s6R9B

"He devoured everything… and brought the reign of the gods to an end." After watching Earth burn, Veneri, an immortal cursed with endless life, finally dies and wakes up in a world even more cruel than the one that killed him. Now reborn as Vastarael Richinaria, a prince of a famous dynasty, he’s thrust into the heart of Spheraphase, a realm broken by eternal wars, Epoch Cycles, and the monstrous Krepsunas and gods. He should be powerful. He should be untouchable. But even here, happiness feels like a distant dream. Caught between ancient legacies, political warfare and a fate he's not sure he wants, Vastarael must decide: Will he rule with apathy... or become the destroyer of gods?

In a world where divinity is not inherited—but understood—children are drafted into realms that reshape their souls. Xīng Hé awakens naturally, without guidance, without protection, and without knowing what her power truly is. Chen Yè, a street orphan with no visible concept, survives by intellect alone in a system that measures worth through divinity. Yao Xian, an attendant bound by centuries of pain, watches another generation walk the path she once failed to escape. As realms fracture and concepts clash, evolution comes with a cost—one paid in blood, memory, and identity. Power is not gained freely. It is extracted, refined, and sometimes stolen. This is not a story about heroes rising quickly. It is about what remains after survival, when divinity is no longer a blessing—and choice itself becomes a weapon.

"Have you ever wondered how a child survives in a A world steeped in chaos and mystery ? Have you ever seen a protagonist endure everything that breaks the human heart? Have you seen a world where beings can shatter continents, yet power is never the ultimate goal? If not, then this story is for you. In a vast and enigmatic universe, Jin—a man struggling with mental fractures and a lost identity—is drowning in a sea of existential questions and agonizing events. Welcome, my friend, to a story that refuses to simply 'fill chapters.' Here, you will find everything you seek: Visually stunning battles? Deep philosophy? Unpredictable twists? Are you looking for a story that respects core values and shatters traditional clichés? Your search ends here. Built on the foundations of Rational Writing and a living, breathing world, this is a unique fusion of Murim, Fantasy, Towers, and Regressors. This is a complete reimagining of every concept you’ve ever read. > Enjoy the descent."

In a world governed by certainty, existence must be defined to be allowed to remain. Names grant legitimacy. Records ensure reality. Anything that cannot be categorized is quietly erased—not out of hatred, but efficiency. The Nameless Young Master has died countless times. Executed by clans, erased by accidents, corrected by fate itself—yet every death returns him to existence, whole and unchanged. Each execution leaves behind subtle errors: cracks in stone, delays in time, memories that should not survive. One ordinary disciple begins to remember what the world insists on forgetting. A calculating observer studies these anomalies, not as threats, but as opportunities. And when the system of certainty deploys its Executor—the blade meant to correct all errors—it discovers something impossible: Some mistakes do not disappear. They learn. As deaths repeat and witnesses multiply, certainty itself begins to fracture. What was once a perfect system now hesitates, delays, and fails. White is not purity. White is unpredictability. And the error that breathes is no longer alone.

A random boy. During his exam, having chickenpox and fever. It is obviously a lot of trouble. For some reason, today he feels a lot calmer than he usually is and should be. Because of exam, he can't even use phone. Nevertheless, he decides to use it while pretending to study. He closes his eyes to try and sleep, but he suddenly feels that his blanket and bed is gone and it feels like a cold floor. He opens his eyes and saw that he was in a convenience store. Before he could realize anything, a man runs towards him– pinning him on the ground. The man spins his arm, breaking it and starts to chock him. The boy suddenly felt that all these was familiar as he grabs a pen and stabs the person until he dies. [You have been rewarded 100 coins for killing a living organism.] At that moment he realizes. He is inside Omniscient reader's viewpoint, ORV in short. But something is off, this isn't the real ORV. [An attribute is blooming.] [Attribute "Regeneration" has awakened.] Just then he is confirmed. This isn't the original ORV, but the fanfic he had made of it. This is the world where there is said to be only three ways to survive while there being a fourth way. Hypocrisy. This is a world where the true fourth way of survival is Hypocrisy.

In the year 2047, Earth is dying. Mana rot devours the oceans, cities sink into black sludge, and humanity clings to survival like rats in a collapsing cage. Kael Eze is nobody. A Level 1 Scavenger. A corpse hauler. A man who drags the dead for scraps while the world ends around him. Then the sky rips open. A cold, mechanical voice echoes in every surviving soul: [Final Calibration Complete] [Earth: UNSALVAGEABLE] [Sovereign Selection Protocol — Activated] [1 candidate chosen out of 8.4 billion…] Kael is selected. Not as a hero. Not as a savior. As the lowest possible thing: a Sovereign Candidate with 0.0001% authority. Thrown into the Infinite Staircase — the Throne of Ashes — where death is permanent, mercy is myth, and the first floor alone is rated ×7 difficulty. He awakens as an infant in a crib of blackened ribs. A six-winged nightmare calls him “little calamity” and laughs as ash-eaters scent fresh sovereign flesh. But something broken inside Kael wakes up too. [Hidden Trait: Soul Devouring Gluttony (EX)] Devour anything. Become anything. Regret nothing. From the weakest newborn king at the bottom of infinity, Kael begins a ruthless climb. He consumes gods, steals bloodlines, devours worlds, and carves his name into the fabric of broken realities. Betrayed by fate, hunted by ancient horrors, cursed by the very throne he claims — he doesn’t seek redemption. He seeks dominion. Because if the universe decided he was trash… then he’ll become the monster that devours the trash-heap entire. Weakest start. Highest stakes. No mercy. No limits. Only ashes… and the sovereign who rises from them. Will the last candidate become the Last Sovereign — or just another forgotten name in the void? Tags: Dark Fantasy, System, Weak-to-Strong, Ruthless MC, Anti-Hero, Multiple Worlds, Face-Slapping, Ancient Bloodlines, Betrayal, Overpowered Growth, Apocalyptic, No Harem (yet?), Soul-Devouring, Throne Conquest Drop a heart if you’re ready for Kael to eat the multiverse one bite at a time.

Listen to me closely. Never, and I mean NEVER, leave a hate comment on a game forum right before you die. My name used to be... well, it doesn't matter. I was a 34-year-old salaryman who died in the stupidest way possible. How? I got slapped to death for grabbing a high school girl’s "assets". Wait, hold on! Don't look at me like that! It wasn't my fault, okay? My hand just moved on its own! It was just a tiny, split-second intrusive thought! Come on, you guys reading this—don't act like saints. You’ve had those dark urges too, right? You’ve wanted to grab something forbidden at least once in your life, right?! RIGHT?! Anyway, she slapped me. So hard my soul literally ejected from my body. I thought that was the punishment. I was wrong. When I opened my eyes, I was in [Legends of Valtheris]. Yes, that trash game. The one with the cliché plot where the world ends because some teenage students get their hearts broken. And the worst part? I didn't become the Hero. I didn't become the Villain. I became Revan von Alstaire. The background character. The loser. The guy I literally insulted online five minutes before I died. I called him a "Simp" and laughed at his "Tiny D*ck." Fate is truly a comedian. Now, I’m destined to be the bullied lackey of the future Villainess, Sylvia von Vespera. The game script says I should lick her boots, accept her abuse, and die with her like a loyal dog. Screw that. Remember my last comment? "Revan is such a loser! Tiny dck! If I were you, instead of bowing down, I would squeeze her boobs and own her completely! Garbage character!" Well, it seems God took that personally. Fine. You want a show? I’ll give you a show. I won’t be a simp. I won’t filter my words anymore. I’ll let my intrusive thoughts win. I’ll turn this trash plot upside down—even if I have to slap every "Genius" in this academy to do it.

Destiny is a fickle thing, always everchanging. Some things are easily changed while others are constant, always meant to happen. Nova finds himself and those he cares - or just simply knows about - in everlasting danger. Every corner is filled with regrets, sacrifices, and blood. Nova finds himself with his own "gift" or super power that is destined to brush himself and those around him with a faint whiff of death...

A mortal soul died and met R.O.B.. The R.O.B. granted the soul 5 wishes and used the Wheel of Reincarnation, which landed on Danmachi World and R.O.B. picked 9 years before canon starts or Bell arrived to Orario. Alex, a One Piece fanboy, he wished to have One Piece have; Knowledge, All Haki, All Martial Arts, All Swordsmanship & All Devil Fruits. He wished to have a strong special body that can use multiple devil fruits without their shortcomings. His last wish is to reincarnated with his wishes but without needing to be R.O.B.'s offer as it feels uncomfortable, restricting and not free. WHAT THE FU?!!!!! Meaning that Alex used his last wish to be reincarnated and be free from becoming R.O.B.'s MC Novel. The R.O.B. already knows the mortal's wishes but accepted them all but the mortal have to succeed the 4 years Hellish Dungeon Mania trial created by the R.O.B. What and When trial? Find out by reading this story. What will the mortal do in the world full of monsters, deities, different races? What he will do to prepare for the trial? What would he face? The mortal kept his old name and added a new one, Alex D. Ravencroff Alex doesn't want to waste his new life and will do whatever he wants. Come and read this story. Alex watched the Danmachi anime only, thus he had limited canon knowledge. He's in for world of danger, chaos and surprises of how deadly, far and wide the lore/world of Danmachi really is. Nevertheless, the world, Orario, the dungeon, the familias, and even the gods will be awed, astonished and shocked because they will witness a free man in the world, the Whom? Let's Find Out!! Hello Dear Readers, If you stumble upon this story and seems like it. I ask you to add this in you collection and kindly gift me some Powerstones. Cause why not? They're free and can easily be done within few seconds. Besides, having a Powerstones may help me continue create chapters lol. The Fan-fic's cover photo, and all photos used as materials were created and edited by me. The materials used were free to use but can be deleted upon valid and legal reasons. This is just a Fan-Fic for fun Danmachi Fan-Fic No System Fan-Fic Read this Fan-Fic when it is 25 chapters and above or you'll regret it. This Fan-Fic doesn't have extreme scientific, theorically, logical, magical, long information or explanation like the cultivation novels cliche or Xianxa novels cliche(no offense) This is not a Cultivation nor Xianxa Fanfic(no offense) Don't expect the MC to be Weak. No lemon scene but MC gets laid lol Goals before holes lol MC is a goal-setter Harem=Maybe? Wish Fulfillment ______________________________________________________ *Hello there noobie Author Here!!* WARNING: I'm new in writing novel so there will be many flaws but i will improve fiven time. Don't expect much. And i only posts whenever i want and for fun. DISCLAIMER: ONE PIECE AND DANMACHI IS NOT MINE, THEY BELONGS TO THEIR RESPECTIVE OWNERS. I ONLY OWN FEW OCS THAT I CREATED, AND NOTHING ELSE. I DON'T OWN ANYTHING BESIDES MY OCS I USED IN THIS FANFIC. ALL THE SOURCE MATERIALS USED IN THIS FANFIC BELONG TO THEIR RESPECTIVE OWNERS.

[MISSION: HELP YOUR STEPMOM OVERCOME HER FRUSTRATIONS] "Wow, first mission, and I’m already hooked on this system. Whoever made it must be the purest, most wholesome soul on universe. " [MISSION: ENTER HER BEDROOM] "Wait… why do I have to enter her bedroom? Oh, I see...I need to have a heart-to-heart talk with her first so I can figure out what her problems are. Okay, I get it, I get it." [MISSION: HUG HER] “Yeah… for emotional support, right? right?”

A trip through a Cauldron with Nu-13 leaves Ragna alone in a strange land, with a new "destiny" as the Messenger of Heaven. Amidst the forces of Sousou, Sonken, and Enshou, Ragna must strive to adjust to this new world and to the presence of people who trust him to guide them to peace and victory. BlazBlue x Koihime fic.

Oliver’s first life was numb. Colors faded. Feelings flatlined. Nothing mattered enough to hurt, and nothing mattered enough for him to care more then vaguely. Then he died and woke up inside one of the webnovel he favored, which was rare, reincarnated as a villain destined to die early. For the first time in years, he feels something. Adrenaline surges through him in fights. Freedom that he’s longed for since forever in reach. He could finally live— freely, lazily and enjoy this life that ain’t all tubes and white rooms. Except he knows the plot. The chosen hero’s party falls apart. The Demon King rises unchallenged. The universe enslaved. And if it burns, his newfound life ends with it. So Oliver does the only logical thing: he starts getting stronger, not for a moral code that he doesn’t care about, not for people that he barely knows..but for his own selfish reason. Just so he can truly ‘live’ whatever that means to him anyway. and give this story an ending he wants

Nikki, who died in an accidental car accident, travelled to Marvel with the same divine physique and divine skills as the Rimuru. You have artificial intelligence, I have the Great Sage! You can summon lightning, I can prey on everything! You have unparalleled talent, I can unify everything! Let's see how Rimuru dominates the Marvel universe! To read more, you can check on my patreon page; https://patreon.com/zeaser

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.

The story of a man that came to be known as the 'Devil of the Seas'. The journey of a lost family, and a crew through the world of One Piece. A Journey of Dreams, Vengeance, Survival, Power, Glory, and the Truth. Warnings: • AU • Canon/Non-Canon as well as new Devil Fruits • May and may not follow the Canon Storyline • No Reincarnation or SI • OC Characters • Different Backgrounds of some Characters • Different DFs • Mature and Disturbing Content • lNCEST! • The Tags are not for show. Be warned! • No Powers out of the scope of One Piece World Release Schedule (Starting November 2023): WN Release Rate: 3 Chapters/Week (Sunday, Wednesday, and Friday) Patreon Release Rate: 25 Chapters/Month and any extra if I find the time to write them. P.S The cover belongs to me and is the official cover of this Fanfic!

From the beginning, immortals and mortals have been sundered from each other. Immortals have mastered their Tama, wielding their true power; holding domain over mortals. Mortals, meanwhile, still see Tama in the form of intricate jewels of various shapes, failing to bring out their true strength; also, they are slaves to death —and the immortals. Over the years, some immortals, who have been labelled as Yotram, have come to the Earth to stop mortals from being immortal. In their eyes, they see humanity as a food source, slaves and means of entertainment. After waiting for the Villain Rehabilitator to disappear, the Yotram thought that they would expunge all of LIFE's creations on Earth. However, their actions ended up creating individuals who seek to be immortal. The first, goes by the name of Lucien Derniere Étoile. Growing up, his life was a play in the eyes of certain individuals. Moreover, a flesh eating spirit was placed in his mother's body, so that they would watch him suffer. After killing his mother, as the only way to save her, Lucien voyages himself across the world for revenge. Also, being immortal is the best way for him to succeed. The second, goes by the name of Ten. As someone born on the rotten side of humanity, Ten never desired much in life. However, his thirst for knowledge brought him to the power of Entropy, which happens to be the weakness of all immortals. Guided by his curious mind, Ten continues to master the power inside him, drawing him closer and closer to becoming immortal. Although Lucien and Ten have different goes, they are bound by interest at first. Nonetheless, as they move, their bond grows, calling others to them. Also, they have to do everything in their power to stop the undying Yotram that stand in their way.