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Look, I was just trying to take a nap. A normal desk nap during my unpaid lunch break. Next thing I know, I woke up in the underworld surrounded by floating paperwork, ghost secretaries, and a reaper with anxiety issues who tells me: “Oops. Wrong Vanessa.” Excuse me?? Cool. Love that for me. In the land of the dead, only one intern works overtime. I didn’t sign up for this. I just wanted a nap.

Ling Lubbock, a man in his early 20's with minimal experience and no social skills whatsoever — was suddenly thrown into the Naruto Universe and transmigrated into a child named Yoichi. Wood Release! Susanoo! Rinnegan! Sounds good, no? Unfortunately, he woke up in a cold cavern without any clue about his whereabouts. With a Martial Arts System on his consciousness, he went towards the light with determination to propagate its importance in the Shinobi World. Now, how will he fare? Suffering? Struggles? Happiness? Joy? Let's find out! ––– Okay, the synopsis was so cringe~ Naruto isn't mine, however, it's on fair use. But, cover isn't mine so if anyone wanted to strike it down, please tell me so I can change it later on. Lastly, I don't have Patreon so please check the updates hehehe XDD.

I am Augustus Mengsk, the founder of this new empire, the ruler of Tarsonis, Korhal, Antiga, and hundreds of other core worlds and colony planets. Now, without the need for a crown or scepter, I am the undisputed sovereign by law. — Coronation oath of Emperor Augustus II of the Terran Empire. --- This is a translation of a Chinese Novel, with minor changes in some parts of the original story. I don't own the picture in the novel cover.

The main character gains a "Character Roleplay System" — the more accurately he imitates the character, the stronger his abilities become. Uchiha Itachi: “He doesn’t have any chakra flowing through him, so how is my best bro using all these unknown jutsu?” Minato Namikaze: “This guy’s teleportation is even faster than my Flying Thunder God!” Kisame: “What the—? I know every single hand sign there is, so why have I never seen his gestures before? This is so frustrating!”

Humanity was dying. A broken sky saved it. Killian Kingston and his friends awaken in a new world built by gods, ancient villages, and unseen rules. As they train under a mysterious blind monk, they uncover secrets of power, betrayal, and the past lives that shape their future. As they explore this new world and Killian's powers erupt, they begin to realize the truth: They weren't brought here by accident. And the key to the world's creation, and destruction, might be buried inside Killian.

One day, the Gastrea emerged, ravaging the entire world. ​One day, humanity was soundly defeated, able only to take refuge behind the Monolith structures in a desperate bid to survive. ​One day, a shooting star descended from the void, bringing hope to this world.

The Elemental Witch, now reduced to just a witch's hat without any memories, had been trapped in the ruins for centuries. Her fate changed when she encountered Kailey, leading to her gaining freedom while Kailey discovered her greatest desire. However, this desire came at a cost, as a second soul takes over the girl's body. After the Green Wolf leader Dahdin sacrifices himself, Aleshia, the second soul, struggles to determine whether the sorrow and unease she feels are her own emotions or if they are feelings seeping from Kailey, the original host. During the days of travel that follow, Aleshia finds brief relief when she discovers a river and decides to take a rest stop. In the meantime, Lucia focuses on catching fish. Their next adventure begins when they encounter a human adventurer. They silently follow him into the city of Darendale, marking the next phase of their journey.

After transmigrating into a book he had just finished reading, Eric found himself cast as the villainous cannon fodder. The original owner of the body was secretly and wholeheartedly in love with Max, the tribe's strongest warrior, but Max and Michael had grown up together and gradually developed feelings for each other. The original owner tried every means to obstruct them, was eventually exiled by the tribe, and died a miserable death from hunger and cold that winter. Many races existed on this continent, and he was not even human. Eric looked at the piece of grilled meat before him, burnt black as charcoal, and a handful of beans so hard they felt like they could chip his teeth. He looked up at the thatched roof that leaked rain in the summer and let snow through in the winter. Behind him, a small lion cub was wailing for food. Oh, and this little lion cub was also the story's devoted second male lead. The first step was to improve his life. What, the beastmen do not know how to farm? No problem, they can learn. Then they would not have to starve during the winter. Thatched huts, mud houses, and tents could all be replaced! The arrogant Elf race had a strong affinity for plants, which was perfect for farming, and the Dragon race could breathe fire, which was perfect for firing bricks! Humans called the Fantasy Dream Continent a cursed land. Later, a wandering poet would tell tales of the Snow Wolf Tribe who lived there, possessing all sorts of delicacies and fine, home-brewed wine whose aroma could travel for ten miles, leaving a rich aftertaste. Once the rumor spread, countless adventuring parties and mercenaries felt compelled to explore the land, even at the risk of being beaten half to death. Eric utilized the advantages of his bloodline, diligently farming and building infrastructure, leading the tribe toward a better life. It was just that one day he would pick up a prince of the Human race, and the next, a prince of the Elf race. With a prince of the Beastman Kingdom already in his house, Eric was at his wit's end. Perhaps I should just build a nation for all of you! And another thing, you, the main male lead, stop hovering around me! ... Auther: Please forgive my mistakes, as English is not my first language. I appreciate your understanding!

Maria Hattie Valois, the illegitimate daughter of King Edward III, has spent her life enduring whispers, scorn, and the weight of a name she was never meant to bear. Even so, she pledged unwavering loyalty to her family, desperate for a sliver of their approval. But loyalty means nothing to royalty. On her twentieth year, the king dies—and Maria’s beloved brother, Cassian Henry Valois, ascends the throne only to declare her the family’s greatest stain. In the throne room she once dreamed of belonging to, Maria is betrayed, cornered, and left to die with no allies by her side. A bitter end… or so she believes. When Maria opens her eyes, she has returned to the past—to the days before her arranged marriage, before Cassian’s coronation, and before their mandatory year of military service. This time, she isn’t seeking love, recognition, or forgiveness. She wants vengeance. Armed with foreknowledge, ambition, and a heart hardened by betrayal, Maria vows to steal the one thing her family cherishes above all else: the crown itself. Who needs a prince? Maria will carve her own throne. In this life, she won’t be their bastard daughter. She will become the villainess they always wanted, and she will become their queen.

David was just an average guy living his regular life-until one day, he was unexpectedly reincarnated by a mysterious force known as Truck-kun. Now reborn in the One Piece world, David found himself in quite a predicament, as his knowledge of this universe was limited and fragmented. While he was an avid fan of Naruto, having researched everything from character backstories to even the sizes of their pants, his familiarity with One Piece was not as extensive. His soul was dragged into the abyss, and due to some unknown circumstances, it ultimately attached itself to a Lunarian. When he spawned in Little Garden as a Lunarian ninja, David hoped life would be easy. However, as he explored this new world, his body began to remember things from his past life. Will he uncover the truth about this new body, or will he meet his demise before he can piece it all together? Read on to find out! A/N I don't own Naruto that Kishimoto stuff, and One Piece is Oda stuff, this is just a fanfic.

What would happened when a magus accidentally stumble onto another world? what will that person do? How would the world react to this singularity? why tne? Setting is full of smart heads(mostly Yoo Yeonha and her paranoid) so i though it would be funny if everything they knew about magic just crumble before magecraft and True magic. P.s: This fic may be updated on an iregular schedule. (Low e.q: whenever i feel like writing)

A person is summoned as Ryōmen Sukuna in Chaldea, but unfortunately, it is not the Chaldea he knows. Warning: The alternative timeline he is on is one where there is NTR, with mind control. SIkuna arrives and sees that shit is fucked up, he does what he has to do... blood, fight, and fuck the NTR.

Daniel Haken — an ordinary young man from the modern world — somehow found himself transmigrated into the world of movies. And not just any movie… but The Mummy. With no cheats, no system, and no internet, he struggled through a month of dusty work in the Cairo Museum — until one day, something finally changed. A voice echoed in his mind. [ Omniverse Recovery System Activated ] He doesn’t know how it truly works. But one thing is certain — it helps him grow stronger, adapt to the rules of each world, and travel between them. From cursed tombs to forgotten worlds, Daniel’s journey begins here. So let’s follow the story of Daniel Haken, the man who stumbled into the silver screen — and decided to rewrite it.

In a cruel twist of fate, a young woman dies at the wrong time and place, with a mysterious voice calling to her as her vision fades. But death is not the end. She awakens in a magical realm, in the small, delicate body of a fox-like being. She battles to survive, confused and scared, until a hidden system rises inside her, glitching to life and unlocking abilities no creature should possess. With each battle and essence devoured, she grows stronger, gaining talents, intelligence, and the presence of something other than mortal. Monsters start to dread her. Her purpose, however, was not only survival; she wanted to build a home in the face of arrogant rulers. From a modest hidden lair to a rising force in the forest, she attracts companions, beasts, spirits, and misfits who regard her as a beacon of hope. They work together to build the foundations of a new power. A rising kingdom emerges from a single fox, poised to destabilize the entire continent.  But when ancient powers whisper her name, the System behaves like it's alive, and the truth behind her existence draws closer. Will she defend the world that brought her back to life? or control it? Destroy it, or transform it into something quite different?

You read the title, right? If not... He had been playing an H-Game when all of sudden...his life ended. When he woke up, he found that he had been sent into the world of the H-Game. What will he do now that he's in this new world? ------------------------------------------------------------------- Come follow me on twitter: https://twitter.com/DXHaseoXD Discord: https://discord.gg/BGrNgsbXXG

Ryo Minami was the richest man on Earth A monstrous investment banker who grew so obscenely wealthy that governments feared he would one day own human life itself. So they killed him. But death wasn’t the end. It was an upgrade. Ryo opens his eyes in another world… reborn as Mammon, a newborn destined to become the hero who must slay the Calamity of this world Morix, the villain of the very game Ryo once played. There’s only one problem: Ryo was Morix’s biggest simp. Morix was his favorite character. His idol. His obsession. And Ryo has no intention none at all of killing him. When the Path of Hero System appears to guide Mammon toward righteousness, Ryo’s corrupted soul does the impossible: He hijacks the system. He twists it. He breaks fate. The interface turns red. The divine code collapses. And a new system awakens: **[PATH OF GREED] The more he takes, the stronger he becomes. The more others lose, the more he gains.** From age 0 to 18, Mammon will grow into the most terrifying “hero” ever created a smiling devil with the power of a god and the instincts of a wolf disguised in golden light. The world believes he was blessed. Fate believes he is chosen. But the truth is simple: Mammon isn’t here to save this world. He’s here to own it. And protect the one villain fate demanded he destroy. But every action he takes has consequences. Because if the villain becomes good… then someone else must become the Calamity. And destiny has made its choice.

The sensation was fleeting yet sharp—a sudden and terrifying void where my past should have been. A beautiful face I once loved... now just grains of sand slipping through my fingers. All I had left was my name: Clark. This oblivion was nothing like sleep; it was drowning. I had just broken the surface, gasping for air. My head throbbed with a dull ache. I wore rusty armor, heavy and cold. I forced my eyes open to a small campsite—and the first thing I saw was him. A man. Something deep in my gut twisted with unease. He sat beside a faint fire, staring at the stars. A cold breeze rustled through the trees, but it couldn't mask the pungent smell hanging in the air: blood. Beside me lay a corpse—mutilated, unrecognizable. Friend or foe? I didn't know. The man glanced toward me. His voice was disturbingly calm: "Don't bother reaching for that sword. I didn't kill him. Found him like this with an empty bottle." Ignoring the dizziness, I pushed myself up, my hand still gripping the sword's hilt. My voice came out as a harsh rasp: "Who are you? What is this place?" He didn't even flinch: "Name's Jin. I woke up in a field of corpses. You were the only other thing still breathing. So I dragged you here." He paused, his cool demeanor cracking for a moment: "I was hoping you'd have answers. About me. About any of this." His words froze me: "What do you mean, 'about you'?" He looked down, weighed down by the words: "I don't know. I've lost... everything. All I have left is instinct. The need to survive. That's it." I hesitated, then slowly sat near the fire, keeping my distance: "I don't trust you. But... I'm in the same damned situation. I don't know who I am either." Enjoy reading it!

History and scripture alike tell of Ser Kal-El — the Bloodstorm Lord, Dragonfather, the Crimson-Bathed, the Holy Warlord, founder of the El Dynasty, and the god among men who brought forth eternal summer and lit the long night with his flame. But before all that, he was just a sellsword captain—leader of the Blackstone Mercenaries—who took a single step into a world that wasn’t meant to be his. At the Crossroads Inn, he cut down two Kingsguard knights and was knighted in glory. In Winterfell, he exposed the twin Lannister scandal, saved the direwolf prince from his fall, and sparked a war between Robert and the Westerlands. On battlefields soaked in blood, as Tywin refused to kneel, shadowed conspiracies and deadly gambits quietly unfolded—until the tides turned, balancing the scales with ruthless fairness, shaking the very throne of Baratheon. Born not of a mountain girl’s womb, but from another world entirely, Kal El took over a life that once belonged to Mya Stone. And armed with a strange farming-adventure RPG called [The Farmer’s Pursuit], he began his wild journey through the world of ice and fire. From bastard to legend — the god of the mortal realm descends. .... This is a translation of a Chinese Novel, with minor changes in some parts of the original story. I don't own the picture in the novel cover.

Sieg, an impoverished slum boy, finds himself in a harrowing predicament of debt and nearly becomes a victim of organ harvesting. At the black shoreline, a mysterious phenomenon occurred — the Sanity’s Eclipse. It granted the boy the privilege of becoming a participant in the Ascendant Trial. A rare celestial test with an infamously high fatality rate of 92%. No one expected him to be chosen, let alone survive. But no one anticipated that he would miraculously awaken a rare combination of classes with only a 0.02% chance of appearing: [A Visored.]