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What happens when luck isn't on your side? When your destiny is filled with death and betrayal? In Adrian's case, what happened was beyond his expectations—it was transmigration after his death. And not just any transmigration, but one where he becomes The Deep, equipped with a Devil Fruit. Will the new Deep find a better life in the deceitful world of superheroes, or will his cursed destiny follow him even into this new world?

The Apocalypse descended, and humanity received a system. At eighteen, every teenager undergoes an Awakening Ceremony — a chance to obtain a Class and enter the Abyss, a ruined magical world where power determines one’s worth. Noctis was expected to awaken something extraordinary. He awakened nothing. Labeled “Classless,” abandoned by his fiancée, and cast aside by his family, he was declared useless before he ever set foot in the Abyss. However, fate had other plans... Noctis gained an unprecedented ability. [Skill Creation] By extracting the cores of monsters, Noctis can forge his own skills — each one born from pain. In a world where Classes define destiny, the classless will carve his own path through blood, strategy, and relentless determination… even if every step fractures his soul.

In a multiverse of infinite layers, Kael Veyris emerges as a singularity of power. He does not merely fighthe reshapes wars, redefines enemies, and rewrites the rules of life itself. As gods, titans, and cosmic entities attempt to challenge him, Kael’s reality warping abilities leave them powerless. But absolute power comes at a cost. With every law he bends and soul he claims, Kael must confront the fragility of identity, morality, and the infinite consequences of reshaping existence itself.

I'll be honest with you. If you've been on Webnovel for more than a year then you've read a hundred similar books. High school boy dies in a road accident, gets transmigrated into his favourite book, and then does whatever the plot asks of him. What more could there be? It's all too predictable. Well… That's what Moon thought too. Except, he didn't wake up as a useless extra, or a third rate villain. He became the deuteragonist at the most pivotal turning point in the story—a position great enough to rewrite fate itself. And the cute elf he met in the abyss? She was never meant to exist that early. Now the plot is unraveling, the characters are changing, events are shifting, and he finds himself walking the path made for the original villainess of the story. The future he memorized no longer exists. His question is simple: If this world isn't a dream… then who's writing the story? ***** And fate was not changed. It was only rewritten.

Antares, born from the perfect and apathetic race of Gods known as the Stars, is both curious and ambitious. Arriving in the Cardinal world as Asteri, he tests human norms—foreign and often trivial to his true nature—while seeking to understand himself and the world around him.

Hedonism: the pursuit of pleasure. If you were rewarded for embracing your deepest desires, what would you do? Would you indulge in a little vanity? Materialism? Lust—no matter the taboo? If you were killed while you were avoiding embracing those desires, how would you feel? What if you were given a second chance? Armed with the means to seek out pleasure while getting stronger for it. Your enemies? They’ll die….after you’ve had your fun. But once you realize how much your appetite has grown, it’s time to move on to a bigger target. The World. After all, everything should exist to your satisfaction.

During a catastrophic Dungeon Break in the middle of the city, Aiden Vale risks everything to save his sister. He wakes three days later buried under the ruins — trapped beside a dying monster. When the Association finally evaluates him, the result is simple: Rank E. Weak. Disposable. Forgettable. But something about Aiden doesn’t fit the system. His instincts are too sharp. His reactions too precise. And sometimes… monsters hesitate before they attack. As the Association watches and rival guilds circle, Aiden helps build ARES — a guild born from necessity, not permission. At his side is Nyx, a black dragon no system can classify. And the deeper Aiden descends into the dungeons, the more the truth becomes impossible to ignore: The monsters do not see him as prey. They recognize a predator.

Em um mundo dominado por guerras entre raças poderosas — guerreiros lendários, demônios, anjos e deuses — nasce Draven Noctyros, um ser que não pertence a nenhuma raça conhecida. Desde o nascimento ele carrega poderes que nunca deveriam coexistir: um corpo evolutivo semelhante aos Viltrumites, a mente analítica da habilidade Great Sage, os três tipos de Haki, e o poder proibido do Shadow Monarch. Nem herói, nem vilão, Draven trilha seu próprio caminho em meio a batalhas, alianças e sentimentos inesperados. Porém, conforme seu poder cresce, deuses, demônios e antigas entidades começam a perceber uma verdade assustadora: sua existência pode mudar o equilíbrio de todo o universo.

At the far north of the Atherno Continent, in an unknown village, Kyrian was born as a mere mortal. Weak, insignificant, and destined for oblivion. But he was anything but ordinary. Upon opening his eyes for the first time, they revealed an absolute white eyes without pupils or irises… and with them, an inexplicable innate talent. The ability to see what no one else could. His eyes didn’t just see the particles of spiritual energy, they could steal them. And more than that. Whether intentions, laws, concepts… everything before his vision could be taken by his eyes. When he stole his first Sword Intention, his eyes awakened to the path of the blade. Upon taking the Intention of Ice, another ocular pair was born. With every new stolen intention, his eyes changed, and new ones appeared. Kyrian does not hide them from the world, no, heeding his mother’s last wishes. He uses his gift without fear, with only one goal. To become strong by any means. (This is my first story, so don't expect anything mind-boggling. I just write what I think would be interesting and easy to read. English isn't my first language, so if there are any mistakes, please let me know so I can fix them. Otherwise, enjoy your reading)

After the human world was ruined by the war between the gods and the shadow creatures. Axley woke up in the shadow realm, an ancient world ruled by cruel gods. Being the only human in the world of gods isn't just a misfortune, it is a horrible nightmare. Axley was trapped in the Hell Dungeon for eighteen years, he has survived on nothing but sheer will and hunger for vengeance. In this realm, the powerless are used as ritual experiments and broken until there is nothing left of them. Axley thought he could endure it, but he was wrong. After a final, brutal act of torture, his body was tossed away like trash and left to rot in the dark. But, instead, death rejected him, and the very darkness he was thrown into whispered back.

William Conwell only wanted one peaceful evening: start a fresh Baldur’s Gate 3 run, make a character he wouldn’t hate in two hours, and, for once, actually get past Act I without deleting everything out of spite. After endless tweaking, experimenting, and contemplating his life choices, he finally crafted the perfect protagonist: Vrinn, a half-Drow Storm Sorcerer with wild white hair, storm-touched eyes, and zero facial hair. A sleek, striking, “I’m absolutely the main character” kind of look. He clicked BEGIN ADVENTURE. The screen flashed white. And William’s soul vanished from Earth. Across the planes, on the world of Toril, fate was twisting. A young half-Drow, Vrinn, had just been seized by Mind Flayers. Terror drowned out every rational thought as he was forced into a pod, a tadpole driven behind his eye. His heart couldn’t bear the shock. It stopped. His soul slipped away. And at that exact moment, William’s reincarnating soul arrived. Not gently. Not cleanly. But violently, crashing through the dying body’s fading life-force and slamming into the middle of the ceremorphosis ritual. The result was something the multiverse was not designed for. William awakens submerged in viscous alien fluid, lungs burning, mind fogged. Lights strobe. Flesh and steel writhe together around him. The Nautiloid groans as explosions tear through its hull. And something wriggles behind his eye. But what should have been the birth of a new Mind Flayer… isn’t. The ceremorphosis sequence was interrupted, its biological rewrite colliding with William’s reincarnating soul. Instead of transforming him, the tadpole is forcibly fused with him, its instincts mixing with his consciousness, its psionic blueprint overlaying his human soul. The Storm Sorcery meant for Vrinn is overwritten, the Weave itself bending under the strain. In its place, new magic awakens, cold, psychic, alien. A mind not entirely his own. An Aberrant Mind Sorcerer, formed from a merger that should be impossible. Dripping with mucus, breath hitching like a bad Wi‑Fi signal, and magic sparking at the edges of his scrambled brain, William hauls himself out of the pod. The Nautiloid is in full catastrophic meltdown mode. Somewhere, voices are screaming. Overhead, tentacles thrash through the sky like they’re auditioning for an avant‑garde interpretive dance. All he wanted was to hit “New Save Game.” Instead, he’s stuck in Faerûn, inhabiting a body that should’ve been deleted from the character creation screen, packing powers that read like patch notes from a bugged update, sharing headspace with an Illithid parasite, and nursing the sneaking suspicion that the universe clicked the wrong file. Still, if this is the glitchy respawn he’s got, he’ll make it work. Maybe even have some fun. After all, if the multiverse shoves a cosmic horror into your brain, you might as well see what kind of cool tricks it comes with.

He had thought he had finally reached peace. But when faced with a disaster he could not comprehend, Oren realized it was not peace waiting for him, but death. In desperation, he pulled on his anchor, escaping certain death. The anchor did not return him "home," nor did it grant him safety. Instead, it dragged him downward and cast him into a cursed world. He fell from the clouds and crashed into a lone house on the distant outskirts of a great city. He survived but at a cost. Cursed by the very world he had trespassed upon, Oren awakened there as something he had never been before. Stripped of what he once was, he was forced to walk the world and flourish as something painfully fragile, slowly reclaiming what had been taken from him.

Through transmigration, Naohara became one of the Supreme Beings and freely indulged in this hard-won life in another world. Watching Momonga locked in a battle of wits with thin air, Herohero shamelessly slacking off, Demiurge confidently claiming he had already grasped the thoughts of all three Supreme Beings, along with the many strange and eccentric Floor Guardians, Naohara felt that joy could be found everywhere. This is a fan translation of 纳萨力克的灾厄龙王 by 魂悠. Please support the original author if you can.

Slaying monsters in the darkest corners of the world, or drinking taverns dry. This all he knows. A warrior within the Land of the Soulless, like many who awaken from a previous life, he is destined to suffer and die without pause. Few victories can be achieved for a soulless wretch, though when defeating a major enemy, champions of the forgotten ages who once served the gods, he achieves more power and gains a small memory of his old life. Despite all his strength, the lost warrior yearns to uncover his past, and will stop at nothing to reclaim his memories. Death is but a routine, and he fears to never know what pieces of him are missing, more so than the endless screaming hordes daring to kill him. Reluctant to accept help, he finds new faces along his journey, and though he doesn't see it, each interaction gives him a bit more of the personality he's been searching for. The quest to find oneself requires a walk with death, blood, guts, and glory, but for this heavy iron clad soulless, he'll carry such a burden. It's all he knows how to do. *updates at least once a day *trigger warning: descriptions of SA, graphic war violence *slow burn romance, no harem, heavily inspired by Dark Souls

All things are born from the void and all things shall return to the void. Elias, a large and beautiful world consisting of millions of planes and millions of different races. And such a wonderful world is run by powerful beings called Gods! Born from the dawn of time their divine might shines on all beings. Over time It is said that the Gods created everything. But is that really true? If so, who created the Gods? Accidentally reincarnated in this strange world due to an unforeseen accident. With a thirst for knowledge and a hunger for power, Elric with the help of his A.I chip seeks a way out for himself whilst under the oppression of the Gods. Soon under Elric's relentless desire for knowledge, the first group of humans with powers comparable to Gods were born, Wizards! He dissected a flame slime and learnt to control flames. He studied a dragon and created dragon-slaying magic. He tasted a Phoenix and cracked the secret to immortality. Unexpectedly before he knew it most of the races in Elias had been studied and dissected by him already. One day when he was bored and there was nothing to do, Elric suddenly turned to the sky with a sly smile on his face. "I know! Why don't I study the Gods!" That day the whole Elias shook. with a crazy smile on his face Elric led an army of wizards and stormed the God realm! ******** Goals for the first 300 chapters: - every 30 Power Stones = 1 Extra Chapter! Every 20 Golden Tickets = 2 Extra Chapters! A Castle = 5 extra chapter! A Spacecraft = 10 extra chapters! A Gachapon = 15 extra chapters! ................................................ discord server: https://discord.gg/5XSAhZc9VS

Paul is transmigrated into a new world! During thirty hellish years, he meets his untimely demise to the hands of war. However, a sudden regression kicks in-- and thus his journey begins anew!

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

Dungeons may mean adventure for heroes… but someone still has to clean them up. Hope is an energetic and carefree young man who steps in after the heroes defeat the boss and claim their loot, repairing traps, resetting monsters, and treating all the chaos like a “normal workday.” However, one day this ordinary routine is shattered, and Hope finds himself thrown into gladiator arenas, fleeing through chaotic dungeons filled with strange monsters, traveling alongside odd allies, and facing missions that grow more dangerous with each step.

The year is 2026. A devout Christian named Arthur Bennett wins a lottery to participate in a virtual reality experience at a high-tech company called Elysium. The program utilizes a VR pod to immerse users in a world based on a popular cartoon from Japan. As the other participants—a mix of personalities with varying degrees of Japanese animation knowledge—prepare to enter the simulation, Arthur remains the only one who has never indulged in anime. Upon entering this new world, he discovers an unsettling truth: if he dies in this world, he dies for real. Arthur eventually finds himself trapped in prison, unable to log out, and demanding to be released from the program. Calls go unanswered, and things become nightmarish, where hunger, thirst, hygiene, and even death are all real. Angered that he was deceived, he abandons all sense of logic and vows to become a villain no one had ever seen coming.