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[Naruto] Rebirth of Sasuke: Devouring the Divine Tree

[Naruto] Time Travel: Starting with Hashirama's Cells Betraying the Leaf: Sasuke's Path to Godhood The Otsutsuki God, Shibai, descended. And the Shinobi World was erased. No amount of willpower, friendship, or Jutsu mattered. Sasuke Uchiha watched his wife, his daughter, his only true friend, and his disciples get slaughtered like insects. In his dying breath, sacrificing a Mangekyou Sharingan for Izanagi, and with the final desperate help of Orochimaru, he rewrote the timeline. Drip. Drip. Sasuke opened his eyes. Cold rain battered his face. He was standing at the Valley of the End. Across from him was a young Naruto Uzumaki, shouting about bonds and bringing him back to the Hidden Leaf. A blood-red Mangekyou spun in the moonlight. This time, Sasuke didn't feel rage or petty rivalry. He only felt the cold, calculating weight of the apocalypse to come. To hell with playing ninja games. To hell with the hypocritical will of fire. If a mortal body cannot kill a god... then I will become a monster that even gods fear. Abandoning the original timeline's foolish path, Sasuke embraces Orochimaru's forbidden research. Fusing the pinnacle of Uchiha ocular power with Senju Hashirama's cells, he begins his ruthless evolution. From Wood Release to the Rinnegan. From a rogue ninja to a true Otsutsuki. But is becoming an Otsutsuki enough to stop Shibai? No. He will have to devour them all. [What to Expect] Ruthless MC: Pragmatic, cold, and utterly unforgiving. No "Talk no Jutsu." Extreme Evolution: Scientific ninja tools + Bloodline fusion. Watch Sasuke hack the genetic code of the Shinobi world. Fast-paced Action: Curbstomping original timeline threats with future knowledge and absolute power. Dark Progression: Walking the path of a supreme deity, sacrificing whatever it takes to save the future.
Binge_Ink · 9.8k Views

Shattering Humanity

"If she feels pain, then I'll make sure we all do..." As a purple and pink tailed meteor enters Earth's atmosphere, it begins "snowing" all over the planet. Humans are no longer on top of the ladder. A crystal ice dragon explodes from the space rock, creating Hell. Bringing along an ambush of bloodthirsty aliens, some large enough to demolish buildings, "Leviathan" has forced humanity into various locations of hiding around the world. Within three years after the initial invasion, humans have begun to not only fight back against the aliens, but some choose to become symbiotic hosts, acquiring "magical" abilities after slaying one of the unconventional extraterrestrials. Shortly before leaving their sanctuary/apocalypse training academy, two once drifted friends, Katsu and Saku, are reunited on the same scout team. As polar opposite personalities they are chosen by the only surviving "Creator of Humanity". Both boys become 'blessed' to be hosts for their universe's contemporary forces and use those "God given abilities" to achieve their (secretly combative) goals. Accompanying them is Katsu's adopted sister, Shelly. Regarded as "The Beast of the Beasts" by her peers, she is the reincarnate of her grandmother. The greatest, most underrated female Scandinavian sword fighter to live before the 13th century. After learning of her destined lineage, and admiring the otherwise "mythical" accomplishments completed by her top tier, ass kicking Valkyrie grandma, Shelly is determined to retrieve all of the stolen blades from those who dishonorably stole them over 800 years ago. In order to do so she will have to defeat several members of a manipulative covenant of warrior witches. Each woman blessed with an undiscovered form of energy that has unknowingly coexisted with humanity. These 7 women usher in the POST-post-apocalyptic world as Mafia Bosses, Matriarch Socialist Dictators, Seafaring Conquerors, and a few just want to see this new snow covered world burn. To prove which unnaturally born creature is the Supreme Ultimate amongst them. Aliens, action, romance, betrayal of old friends, the gaining of trust from new, overpowered goofballs, magical damsel despots, righteous and nefarious humans gaining niche powers, not to mention a secretive psychopath using his God given abilities to preserve who he views as his sole purpose. In the end, will love truly conquer all, or will 'their' love conquer us all? "If you have a beloved purpose you can't live a day without, do you truly have any freedom to live? If you have complete freedom to act however, or say whatever you desire, do you truly have any purpose worth caring about to protect?" ~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~ [All character and cover art is not done by AI but by my good friend Amon-kun] ~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~ WARNING/DISCLAIMER: This series uses ætiological mythopoeism to spotlight coincidental parallels between various religious scriptures, and scientific theories but is in no way discrediting or belittling the beliefs of others whether that be Creationist or Evolutionist. The views, ideas, and conversations between characters aren't in any way meant to change anyone's beliefs. The conscious use of certain psychological elements from theistic ideology and out of context holy verses is only to support this fictional plot and it's characters. As well as aid the reader as to how one could theoreticize or philosophicize the plot. Instead of using various conflicting ideologies to shame or undermine those who believe, the intention is for deeper thinking and uniting those who believe peace and tranquility between humanity is most important above all.
SasukEntertainment · 252.6k Views

Dread Bound

Every New Year’s Eve, the blood moon rises, and with it comes a deadly truth: sleep can mean death. Some who succumb are dragged into the Lunar Plane, a nightmarish expanse ruled by lunar creatures that consume minds. Some humans, known as dreamers, survive the ordeal but at a terrible cost. They wander the creatures’ endless voids, returning only when they escape, their presence feared above all. Society has learned to dread them, seeing them as both a threat and a resource: unstable, unpredictable, yet capable of knowledge, foresight, and psychic power far beyond normal human limits. To control this danger, governments and mega-corporations maintain strict contracts with known dreamers. Some are coerced into monitoring the Lunar Plane, keeping the peace, hunting rogue entities, or extracting intelligence from the void for profit and defense. Others are weaponized for warfare, their unique abilities exploited to infiltrate enemy networks, manipulate adversaries, or sabotage opposing forces on either earth, or the lunar plane in which they are teleported to in their dreams. Wealthy citizens protect themselves with neural implants, anti-dreamer wards, and other advanced technology, creating a stark divide between those who can go toe to toe with dreamers, and those who cannot. Dreamers walk a razor’s edge, feared, exploited, and isolated, their humanity often traded for survival or for the strategic advantage of those who control the world above. Ryven never wished to become a dreamer. He never wanted to roam a void of horrors or wield powers he did not understand, yet after a sudden car crash, he awakens inside a the expanse of a horrifying creature, forced to watch it mimic his friends and family as he struggles to find a way back to life in the world above, a world both dazzling and terrifying in its technological sophistication yet blind to the nightmare many inhabit. As the blood moon rises again, the boundary between life and the Lunar Plane blurs, and Ryven must navigate a world that fears him even as it uses him.
Sourkiwi · 16.5k Views

The Dancer of Blades

If you have talent, you will be called a genius or even a prodigy... But how about hard work? He was never talented. No gift, no destiny, no sect that wanted him. Only a sword, a stubborn will, and years of bleeding in silence while others soared past him with ease. They mocked him. They looked down on him. They called him talentless trash not worth the ground he stood on. He destroyed a sect anyway. In his final moments, surrounded by enemies, stabbed from the front and the back, betrayed by someone he trusted — He did not beg. He did not surrender. He laughed, raised his blade one last time, and carved his name into history with a single slash that split both a man and a mountain in half. They would remember him as the Mad Demon Blade. But history is written by the living, and the righteous never forgave what he had done. Now reborn in a small forgotten village with nothing but the memories of a life spent being stepped on, He opens his eyes to a second chance. Not for revenge. Not for glory. Not to prove anything to the world. But because he simply refuses to kneel again. In a world where talent determines your worth, your future, and even your right to be respected — one stubborn, bloodied, ordinary man will walk a path paved by nothing but sheer will and the endless repetition of a single swing. Because the blade does not care about your bloodline. It does not care about your destiny. It only cares about one thing. How many times you swung it.
TakiroJem · 944 Views

Young Master's PoV: Woke Up As A Villain In A Game One Day

"Now you see?" she shouted in a tone that was somewhere between annoyance and disappointment. "You can’t outsmart Scrients! They’re the most intelligent beings across the two realms!" "You’re right," I muttered, averting my gaze with a solemn sigh. "I made a mistake. I was arrogant to think a mere human like me could fool them." —BOOM!! "...Wh-What was that?" "Hmm? I’m not sure. Maybe you should go and ask the most intelligent beings across the two realms. Oh wait! You can’t. I killed them all." --- My name is Samael Kaizer Theosbane. On the last day of high school, I got into a fight with a kid I used to bully. It was a stupid and pointless scuffle. And in the middle of it, I tripped and smacked my head on a rock. That’s when the memories came flooding in… Memories of a different life. Memories of another world. Suddenly, everything made a twisted kind of sense. I realized two things. First: I was inside a game I used to play in my past life. Second: I was a villain. A villain! Not the cool, mysterious, tragic kind either! No, I was the worst kind of cliché — a spoiled, insufferable, and arrogant young master. The sort you'd find in those poorly written fantasy stories. You know the type! The one everyone hates. The one the hero would beat into the ground to show everyone just how strong and righteous he is. Yeah. I was that guy! My fate was to be a stepping stone for the main characters, be manipulated by a Demon Prince, and die a dog's death. And the hero? The hero was the same kid I’d been bullying all this time. The one I just got into a fight with. He was supposed to be the savior of this damned world. A world teetering on the edge of destruction, beset by wars, calamities, and a grim future that only I knew. And waiting at the end of it all was the final antagonist. The unbeatable nightmare. …The Spirit King. But could I even make it to the end? Could I really survive in a game where defeat was the only certainty? A game that had now become my reality? “Ah, fuck it.” I had no idea if I could. But I sure as hell was going to try. Extorting extras, manipulating main characters, altering the story to my advantage, stealing the hero’s cheat items, killing villains long before they could become threats — nothing was beneath me. Would the main characters be affected by my actions? Excellent! Would the story change? Even better! All I cared about was me. My survival. My life. My choices. “I’ll live this life with no regrets.” ...But as I soon discovered, fate wasn't so easily changed. And the price of rewriting your destiny was steep. ========== Discord Server: https://discord.gg/VjFQtDUaTR
The_One_Who_Was · 2.6m Views