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Tensura: The Multiverse Planeswalker

Reincarnating into a fantasy world is truly extraordinary, especially a fantasy world with a backdrop of Heroes and Demon Lords; it was a recipe for an exhilarating and incredible adventure. That’s what Damien is experiencing right now, reincarnating into the Tensuraverse. But the first thing that crossed his mind after reincarnating wasn’t whether he was part of the grand scheme of the battle between Hero and Demon Lord, but whether he had reincarnated as one of the weakest creatures in the entire world… a Slime? Fortunately, he didn’t suffer such an unfortunate fate. But as the saying goes, if you're so lucky for no reason, misfortune will be the price you pay. Although he didn’t reincarnate as a slime, he reincarnated as a Hybrid Majin-Human instead. To make matters worse, he was reincarnated in a region that adheres to the anti-monster doctrine of a certain Demon Lord’s church, a perfect recipe for discrimination and ostracism against him. But luckily, it seems the Voice of the World took pity on him for enduring such a fate and granted him [Planeswalker]. A Unique Skill that allows him to explore another worlds freely. Incredible, right? But that’s not all. In addition to this skill, he was given a skill that makes him stronger with every powerful familiar he possesses. No doubt about it, with these two skills, his future is bright… Servants, Pokémon, Majin, Beasts, and all the powerful fictional characters he once admired… it seems that building his own kingdom composed entirely of his familiars is the surefire path to becoming the strongest! -- [Tensura] [Pokémon] [Nasuverse] [Konosuba] [Highschool DxD] [Kumo desu ga Nani ka?] [Soul Land] [Dungeon Fighter Online] [No Game No Life] [Mondaiji-tachi]... and others.
XElenea · 1.3m Views

Ascension Code: Reborn in the DC Universe

He was in his early twenties when the world decided to end for him. A computing prodigy, educated at MIT, someone who understood systems, patterns, and limits better than most. In his previous life, power didn’t come from fists, but from the mind — lines of code capable of shaping digital realities. Then he died. And was born again. Reincarnated into the DC Universe as a helpless baby, he grew up in a world where gods walk among humans, where vigilantes defy the impossible, and where power is rarely fair — or free. While others trusted destiny, chance, or inherited gifts, he trusted only one thing: process. Memory intact. Intellect intact. Ambition intact. From an early age, he understood a simple and cruel truth: in that world, those who do not grow are crushed. And so, far from the spotlight of the League, he began to build something forbidden — his own Artificial Intelligence, created not to save the world, but to optimize it. To make him stronger. More efficient. More prepared to survive among monsters, aliens, and symbols. While heroes were born from tragedy, he forged himself in silence. While villains sought external power, he engineered it from within. This is not the story of a chosen one. It is the story of someone who decided to become inevitable. Between code and chaos, science and superhumans, begins the rise of a man who does not believe in miracles — only in evolution. This story was inspired by a fanfiction I read years ago — a work I deeply admire and still reread to this day. Unfortunately, that story was never continued. This project is not a continuation, rewrite, or replacement of that original work. It is an independent story, created with its own plot, characters, and direction, merely inspired by the ideas and feelings that the original story left with me. Out of respect, I want to properly credit the source of my inspiration below: Original Story Title: Pyroclasm (Young Justice SI) Original Author: Fulcon Original Story Link: https://forums.spacebattles.com/threads/pyroclasm-young-justice-si.664558/ If you enjoyed this story, I highly recommend checking out the original work and supporting its author. Reader Notice If you like the story but don’t like harem: fuck off. This story has harem. If you like the story but don’t like gore: fuck off too. This story has gore. The tags are there. If you don’t like it, read the tags and don’t read the story. Simple as that. I’m not changing the story to please everyone. It was written this way from the start. If you want to read early chapters, they will be available on my Patreon. I’m not promising 10 or 20 chapters ahead — maybe just a few, maybe more later — but there will be early content there. I’m taking my time with this story because I want it to be good, not rushed. That takes time, revision, and proper development. If this kind of story is for you, welcome. If not, just move on. Simple. This is my first fanfic, and I hope you enjoy it. If you can support it with Power Stones, I would be very grateful. Criticism and comments are always welcome. Thank you, and enjoy your reading! If you'd like to support me and, as a bonus, read some chapters in advance, just become a member of my Patreon: https:/./www.patreon.com/cw/pararaio.
Pararaio · 276.9k Views

Kryptonian God Among Supernaturals

When Matthew comes to himself, he finds himself in his past self. As he contemplates the advantages of traveling back in time and how rich he'll become by copying future novels, songs, and business ventures, he realizes from the conversations of those around him that this world isn't his old one, and that instead of going back in time, he's transmigrated to another. A world where people have the opportunity to gain superpowers and devour devil fruits upon becoming adults. Matthew manages to obtain the Logia-type Flame-Flame Fruit from the Holly Land, where people gain their superpowers. However, after obtaining the Devil Fruit while he was observing others entering and exiting the Sacred Realm, he encountered a strange sight. Someone got Kryptonian Bloodline! "Why does everyone treat the Kryptonian Bloodline like a useless power? Oh, in this world, sunlight doesn't reach Earth. So, doesn't anyone know how the Kryptonian body is strengthened?" At that moment, Matthew makes a decision that will change the fate of the world he finds himself in. "Hey, can you exchange your Kryptonian Bloodline for my Flame Flame Fruit?" No one could understand why Mathew did that, but Matthew had a completely different thought. "So what if the sun's rays don't reach this world? I'm the only one who knows how to strengthen the Kryptonian body. As long as I know what I need, it won't be too hard to find. And then humanity will meet SUPERMAN." ---------- I do not own Superman or any of the other mentioned creations. This is a fanfiction. ---------- This is a translated story. Original Author: Ma La Liu Lian / 麻辣榴莲 Original Story Name: You don’t want god-level superpowers, so you choose the worst talent? / 神级异能你不要,你选最差天赋?
Vanguard_V · 916.2k Views

Damn It, My Alien Sons Are Trying to Kill Me

Leon never expected his second life to be spent on a quiet farm in Kansas. As a time traveler, he had prepared himself for magic, systems, grand destinies, and maybe even a world-saving mission. What he did not prepare for… was raising alien babies dropped onto his land like deliveries from the universe’s worst postal service. The first spaceship he found changed everything. For one brief, glorious moment, Brian thought he had picked up Superman, the greatest hero in American comics. His heart soared. A superpowered son, a peaceful farm life, and maybe he could retire at twenty-two. Then the system activated. And it told him the truth. This baby wasn’t Superman. He was from the Motherland. From that day on, Leon’s life sank into chaos. Instead of noble heroes, the system continued sending him “fallen stars” from across the multiverse. Not defenders of justice, but walking disasters. One grew up to be a godlike tyrant. Another was born with a tragic destiny to kill his own father. Each new child pushed Leon’s lifespan closer to the brink. Years later, as another spaceship streaked across the night sky and crashed into his field, Leon raised his head, dead inside. “System,” he sighed, “how many more father-killers are you planning to send me? Are you trying to bury me on my own farm?” And with the exhaustion of a man who had lived through too many cosmic catastrophes… He raised a middle finger at the falling star.
Kazenova · 192k Views