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The reincarnated person is the main character, not the ori master or the mob. Many hardships await, and in the end, I will sacrifice everything and retire. However, that momentary sparkle attracted fans helplessly. "I will become the strongest Mr. Gon!"

I died in the dumbest way possible. mid-fight in an online game, heart giving out before fight ends. I thought that was the end. Instead, I woke up in Jujutsu Kaisen. Not as some random side character. Wait... he is the side character. I was reborn as Toge Inumaki. And as if that wasn’t already enough, fate decided to go further. I awakened an ability that didn’t belong in this world at all—the Instant Death Authority, derived from the template of Yogiri Takatou. Even with only 0.1% extraction, the power was absurd. Grade 2 curses? Gone. Erased. Ended before they even understood what death meant. This wasn’t cursed energy. This wasn’t technique refinement. This was absolute finality. As a weeb living inside my favorite anime, I had zero intention of taking things seriously. I enjoyed every moment—watching the story unfold from the inside, interacting with characters I once only admired through a screen. Yuji. Maki. Panda. Todo. Toji. Sukuna., a walking disaster—I loved them all. Plot? Fate? Canon? Who gives a damn. This world isn’t a story anymore. It’s my playground. I’ll save who I want. Kill who I want. Break scenes that were never meant to be broken. I’m a simp for beautifully written characters, whether they’re saints or villains—and now that I stand among them, with death itself answering to my will… This verse belongs to me. And I’ll do whatever the hell I want with it.

The maps of the old world talks about a lost city "VAJRAARATHI- The Golden Pit Of Hell" created by the "Sithari" many has ventured to find it but have never been heard from afterwards. But Mari from Lada has his very dreams surrounded by this old tale. A path filled with pain,suffering and of course death yet he still dreams of it. However its not all bad their is romance on the way thrill and even happy moments.Will he win ? Why dont you all find out on his journey. Dusclaimer:- / this is my first work and thus there is chances of mistakes in spelling and all, however I am improving on it, rectifying mistakes and making it more engaging as days pass. Any and all feedback whether it is positive or not but is honest will be very helpful and much appreciated. Also this will contain some amount o violence in the concept of pain suffering and evil, also some amount of gore. So reader's its not so high but still viewer discretion is advised. Thank you and with high hopes Martin0Kinred (pen name)

In a world choked by frost and indifference, twenty-year-old Ram dies as he lived: a nameless beggar on a violent, snow-covered street. His final act is not a plea for his own life, but a desperate bargain with the Grim Reaper to deliver a molded piece of bread to his starving younger brother, Luke. However, death is not the end for a soul as pure—and as stubborn—as Ram’s. Instead of fading into the void, his spirit is pulled into the Veil of Reincarnation, a celestial realm ruled by Lazoreza, the Goddess of the Alternative Universe. Accustomed to the greed and lust of "heroic" men, Lazoreza is stunned to find a soul that remains completely indifferent to her divine beauty, consumed only by a selfless worry for the brother he left behind. Moved by his unprecedented willpower and the tragic memories of his life on the streets, Lazoreza strikes a deal. She vows to grant Michael a life of luxury and the chance to achieve his dreams, finally freeing Ram from the burden he carried since childhood. But fate has a bigger role for the "Anomaly." Gifted with a mysterious power and sent to a new world (A.U. #0032404) by the hand of the Goddess herself, Ram is given a second chance—not just to survive, but to thrive. As he departs in a flurry of white butterflies, he leaves behind a smitten Goddess who has made a divine promise: she will wait for his return, no matter how many lifetimes it takes. . . . — A.U — Slow paced — Adventure — Mash up . . . . One Piece is owned by its creator Eiichiro Oda (manga), Shueisha (publisher), and Toei Animation (anime), while My Hero Academia (MHA) is owned by creator Kohei Horikoshi, publisher Shueisha (Weekly Shonen Jump), and Bones Studio (anime ) . . . . . . Cover Image Ain't Mine.

Before I knew it, I was reincarnated in another world as a noble’s son. But for some reason, the Gods forgot to give me cheats…? Well, who needs cheats, anyway? I’m definitely not crying about it! I worked hard to build everything from scratch. Father’s territory, our finances, and my very own slave harem~! But one problem… All of them turned out to be yandere… and their love is killing me!

(It's not a translation, it's a fanfiction that I made myself.) Reincarnated into the world of High School DxD, he becomes the main character who is supposed to be weak at the beginning. However, thanks to the Mission System, he rapidly grows stronger. With overwhelming ease, he captures all the main heroines and goes on to conquer the world.

Opening: Truck-kun yeets me into an island nation. Inheritance? A crumbling seaside temple + God-Tier Reinforcement System unlocked! “Anything can be upgraded. Scriptures, relics, even my… ahem, ‘Vajra Pestle’.” Ordinary Buddhist Sutra → Medicine Master’s Vow of Salvation Chant 10,000x → Vajra Body achieved! Vajra Demon-Conquering Pestle → Indestructible Immortal Root Eight Heavenly Dragons → Great Prajna Dragon Sovereign Mantra “Under the righteous sun, all demons kneel!” Then she appears—Hasshaku, the pale 8-foot widow dripping with cursed yin energy. “Po… Po… Po…” MC (sweating): “Can my reinforced Vajra… hold her?” Hasshaku (smirking): “Monster, I want you to help me… cultivate.” Dual cultivation? Exorcism? Or nightly ‘purification’ till dawn? Click now—every chant = +1 chapter of spicy demon-taming! Tags: Isekai, System, Exorcism, Demon Wife, Overpowered MC, R-18 Cultivation, Po Po Po

They call him Kǎi Lún Yōu Hún- Kaelen Ashveil. The clan's disgrace. The boy who is too weak to cultivate, too broken to fix. They don't know Kaelen died in a ditch three days ago and this body is occupied by Shen Yue-intruder from a different apocalyptic world whose fate switched cords and was thrown into this world by her sister. They don't know the soul wearing his face sees their reality and ready to give whatever it takes to escape this world. They don't know their "cultivation techniques" are no longer the slow progression methods acquired from their ancestors. She had a way to quick burn these "magically". What they will know, eventually: The corpses rising to defend the city aren't mindless undead. They're her's. The faceless phantom that saved the princess isn't a hero. She is. The forbidden techniques they burn people for? She's patching himself with them every night. Kaelen Ashveil plays the fool by day and rewrites fate by night. And when they finally remember his name-it'll be too late. Because the person who steals his body would have....

This is an original fanfiction written by me, not a translation. Henry arrives in Teyvat as just another guy in a world full of wonders—but his knowledge of science, research, and sheer ingenuity gives him an edge no one else has. Starting out as a humble merchant, he dives into wild adventures, uncovers hidden secrets, and slowly reshapes the world around him with his inventions. Luckily, he’s not alone—a strange, seemingly sentient system tags along, handing out rewards for the weird and unusual tasks it assigns. Along the way, he makes friends, earns allies, and yes, occasionally flirts his way into the hearts of Teyvat’s most captivating waifus—but his eyes are always on the bigger prize: discovery, experimentation, and adventure. Disclaimer: Genshin Impact, its characters, settings, and concepts belong to Mihoyo/Hoyoverse and the respective copyright holders. I do not own any part of the Genshin Impact franchise. All original characters (OC), plotlines, technological inventions, and additional world-building elements are my own creations. All characters depicted in this story are 18 years or older. Join my Patreon for advance chapters - https://patreon.com/A_Peverel

Iskander Hyperion was born frail, plagued and cursed by relentless sickness and a crippled body, his life sustained only by clinging to Ki desperately. Yet a spark always lit his path: comic books. Superheroes, hope, salvation, heroism—they gave him courage to keep moving forward even as his own flesh and bones decayed and failed him. Desperate to claim the salvation he had only read about, he gambled everything on one final, perilous operation. When he awoke, his body was stronger than ever—yet all that greeted him was one truth: darkness. Now lost in the deadly maze of the Relictombs, Iskander must rise, becoming the hero Alacrya both deserves and needs. For he is The Aetherman. The Last Son of Earth. The Golden Knight. The Symbol of Liberty. The Idol O' Billions.

Four years before Nazarick descends, Nolan awakens in the new world of Overlord. With nations doomed to fall, he has only two futures: die… or kneel. But when a strange panel appears before his eyes: Innate Ability: Player Nolan suddenly realizes one thing. If he is a player… why fear Nazarick?

Ever wondered what you'd do if you were dropped into a shitty novel as the girl who's scheduled to die? No magic system. No second chances. No comforting narration assuring you everything happens for a reason. Just bad writing and worse men But if this world thinks it can erase me quietly, it has misunderstood the assignment. I don't belong to its romance, its tragedy, or its redemption arc. I am a foreign object in its machinery. And stories break when something refuses to fit.

"Ark" or "Arknights" is a next-generation MMORPG that once reached a peak of 80 million online users worldwide. The game's setting is a world called Terra—not to be confused with "Holy Terra"—a vast and chaotic planet thirty times larger than Earth, filled with expansive lands and plagued by frequent natural disasters. The story follows Felix, a player who is unexpectedly transported back in time to the period before the game's official server launch. However, instead of returning as a player, he finds himself reincarnated as an NPC within the game. Now functioning with all the traits and systems of an NPC, Felix becomes a legendary figure among players. To them, he is: A mysterious merchant A dreamlike mentor An unattainable ideal for countless female players Within the world of Terra, Felix is more than just an NPC—he is seen as a spiritual guide, a false priest, a dreamer, a philosopher, a reformer, a philanthropist, a loner, a seeker, an explorer, and a pioneer. His motto: "Let the players enjoy the game—while I profit from every second they do." --- Quotes from notable figures in the game: Jesselton: “I could take two or three punches from Saria, but I wouldn’t dare take even one from Felix. Even if God ordered me to, I’d go to war with Him instead.” Arturia: “Felix’s presence makes me want to perform before him for three days and three nights, without rest.” Patriot: “Your ideals… they are reality.” MacArthur, a five-star American operator, once remarked: “All it takes is a single move from him, and he’ll dominate the entire Terra Daily hot search list. The moment I saw Felix on the battlefield, I knew—there was no turning back.”

Hunter Goki believed the nightmare was finally over when he severed the Hunter’s Dream and walked out of blood-moon-drenched Yharnam. But when he opened his eyes again, the world had changed. Standing before him was a silver-haired girl with a greatsword resting on her shoulder, her ocean-colored gaze colder than moonlight. “A hunter who hunts beasts? Outsider… this land breeds only the evils of the deep. I will not die here.” Thus began the unexpected alliance between Goki, the outsider hunter, and Skadi, the deep-sea hunter who abandoned Agol. Their journey across Terra unveils mysteries far darker than anything Goki faced in Yharnam. Saltwind City, a quiet fishing village, whispers of imprisoned ghost sharks. Sailors swear they hear the heartbeat of a giant octopus beneath the waves. Something ancient stirs, older than the ocean and hungrier than any beast Goki ever hunted. And when the Demon of the Foehn Wind awakens, the true hunt begins. A crossover of eldritch horror, deep-sea legends, and hunter’s madness. Step into Terra. The tides have already chosen their prey.

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This is a Warhammer 40,000 fan-made story. While some timeline elements have been slightly adjusted for narrative purposes, the tone and spirit remain unmistakably Warhammer. Expect references to memes, historical events, and chaos-fueled absurdity woven into the drama of this universe. Li Feng, an ordinary college student studying in the US, thought he was just driving home with his quiet, gentle girlfriend Empress. But in the blink of an eye, a roaring warp vortex tore open before them and dragged Li Feng across reality itself, hurling him straight into the grim darkness of the forty-first millennium. And then came the real shock. His girlfriend was never human to begin with. She was a fragment of the Emperor’s soul, wandering the mortal world in disguise! ……… Stranded on a barren, war-torn planet with nothing but panic in his lungs, Li Feng found himself surrounded by a mob of bloodthirsty orks. Just when he was certain he was about to become green-skinned minced meat, a glowing panel materialized in front of him. A system? In the Warhammer universe? Maybe... just maybe... things were about to get interesting.

He was born Valerion Targaryen. Son of the Old King. Prince of Gold. Founder of the Golden Dragon Bank. Conqueror of the Stepstones. A living god; the Son of the True Seven. Founder of the Golden Throne. Ruler of the Global Economy.

How are children of the Ninja World any different from those of his old life? Simple. On the surface, they look the same. But in truth, they might as well belong to an entirely different species. The Ninja World is an extraordinary place. Every living thing contains chakra, a transcendent energy that permeates existence itself. A thousand years ago, the Ōtsutsuki Clan planted the Divine Tree, and from that moment on, chakra spread across the land, saturating the world and reshaping it from the inside out. Not just flesh and blood were affected. Even the soul was not spared. Follow Higashino Shin as he embarks on an extraordinary journey through the world of ninja.

If i knew that ruling a universe would be this tiring, I would have preferred to retire in my original world…sigh… .

Is It Wrong to Wake Up as Myself in Orario? A DanMachi fanfic DON'T READ IT IF YOU EXPECT HEAREM AND FUCKUNG SCENES ONLY. I was supposed to land in Japan. Economy seat. Window side. Educational trip on paper—maid cafés in my head. I’d even joked that if the DanMachi world were real, the Hostess of Fertility would put any café to shame. Mama Mia energy. No contest. Then the sky screamed. Metal buckled. Alarms howled. A flash—too bright, too wrong. Truck-kun? In the air? I laughed once, stupidly, and then— Ding. That should’ve been the end. I woke up on cold stone. No hospital. No wreckage. Just towering walls, morning light spilling down narrow streets, and a city breathing around me—vendors shouting, boots on cobblestone, the distant clang of bells. Orario. Not reincarnated. Not reborn. Me. Same thoughts. Same memories. Same hunger. A silver bell rang nearby. I turned—and there he was. Bell Cranel passed me at a run, white hair flashing, eyes bright with a courage that made my chest ache. The world moved around him, like it wanted him to succeed. An orphan on a scholarship back home. An extra here. Or so I thought. That night, a falna burned into my back like destiny deciding it had waited long enough. Strength answered when I reached. Luck followed when I moved. Floors fell. Monsters did not. Weeks later, whispers followed me through the streets of Orario. A nobody who climbed too fast. An outsider who survived too much. Bell ran ahead, chasing his dream. I followed— not to replace him, not to steal his encounters— but to live them. And if fate had dragged me here, then this time, I would answer it on my feet.