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Death Game Players in the Conan World

After her inexplicable death in her sleep, Kurokawa Saki was thrown into the Death Game section selection. Receiving information that there are 12 players with various different IDs, she quickly found out how unreliable most of them were. Moreover, half of them were in the Red party and the other half was in the Black Party. So the werewolves game has started. Moreover, the game still gave them inexplicable missions from time to time. Kurokawa Saki: “...” It's so exciting. When the mainline started and the ‘dead’ players received new ID, they had just realized the game was driving them further and further away in various ‘fun’ scenarios. … [No. 1]: I know that I'm the member of the organization on the surface but what the hell is this task of dancing in the nightclub? Moreover, I'm being hit on and could only run away. That blond haired bartender has been glaring at me! [No. 2]: My second ID is a high school student and I transferred to Teitan High School. Due to the mission to get Sonoko's sister's phone number, I had to play with these two students and Conan has been glaring at me, ah, ah! [No. 3]: My first ID is a killer, the second one is a serial killer, and the third one is a drug dealer. Can't you give me a normal identity? I didn't even dare to come out of my house now! [No. 4]: I'm a police officer, but I'm not even as good as an elementary school student in solving cases. And what do you mean that I'm just a violent police officer, huh? Watch me break the telephone pole, you b*stard! + 8 more people. … After a few scenarios, everyone came to the same conclusion The players: This game is too hard! Not only do they have to act in accordance with their ID card, they also have to complete various strange missions. So… let's make trouble :) When the vice leader of their group sees what they have been doing through their daily share in the chat…. Public Security Officer [5]: … NO, What the hell is wrong with you? One of you is fighting with Shuichi Akai and the other one is fighting with Furuya Rei? You even earn exclusive titles from them! You two are on the freaking Red Side! The two troublemakers: Hehe, sorry, Vice Leader, we're under too much pressure and fighting can enhance ‘friendship.’ Public Security Officer [5]: No, your exclusive titles from them show how much they hated you. And when he tried to calm down, he found out the others are not any better. [6]: Wow, it's so fragrant to tease this pink haired post graduate school student~ [7]: Ah, I nearly died in the hands of Gin… when can I receive the death script QAQ [8]: Let me fight the FBI again. I'm itching to fight. [9]: Why do I have to be the attending doctor of the main characters, ah… [10]: Oh, I just threatened Vermouth [11]: Oops, Conan is glaring at me for teasing Ran [12]: Hey, this female announcer is really nice. I felt bad for lying to her. As the only serious one, no. 5 just wanted to say one thing: [5]: …Destroy it. I'm tired. … Note 1: There’ll be OOC and the character's interpretation might not be correct. A lot of original characters in the world’s settings, playing for fun and all. (more wines and police officers, a few original cases, and the player group’s self made case) Note 2: There will be a lot of personal subjective thoughts in the article. If you have any parts that you don’t agree with, please stop the loss in by clicking the arrow on the upper left corner in time. Thank you for your cooperation. Note 3: The style is mixed between comedy and tragedy… you’ve been warned Note 4: This is a fan fiction, I don't own the characters belonging to the comic. I only made a few original characters for the sake of the story Note 5: I made this more for myself and for fun so eh, don't expect too much
SoraKeith · 166.3k Views

Attack On Titan: I'm the MC Candidate of a doomed world

When Junta Shiraishi opened his eyes, he found himself inside one of the most tragic worlds ever created— the world of Attack on Titan. No warnings. No explanations. No way home. Just the suffocating smell of smoke, the screams of humanity, and the towering shadow of a Titan reaching over Wall Maria. And then… a voice echoed inside his mind. [Welcome, Junta Shiraishi. You have been chosen as this world’s new ‘MC Candidate’.] A system. A “golden finger.” The promise that he, too, could become a protagonist— someone who bends fate instead of being crushed by it. But in a world where the main characters suffer endlessly… where every victory is paid with blood… and where even hope is devoured— does being the MC truly mean survival? Or does it mean becoming the center of tragedy? With branching abilities, hidden quests, and a storyline that twists around him, Junta must fight to survive the fall of Wall Maria, navigate the mysteries behind the Titans, and uncover why the System chose him. Was he meant to change the story? Or was he chosen to replace someone… someone whose death should have never been altered? As allies turn into enemies, as history rewrites itself, and as Titans awaken to his existence, Junta begins to realize: Being the protagonist isn’t a blessing. It’s a curse that demands everything. In a world drowning in despair, can a reader-turned-MC truly rise— or will he be devoured by the fate he tried to escape? ____ Instagram: zero.shunya.0 Support me here: https://ko-fi.com/shunyazero
zeroShunya · 28k Views

Miraculous Ladybag Happy Life

Rain dripped from the Paris rooftops like the city itself was crying. Emo Marinette Dupain-Cheng walked with her hood pulled low, black sleeves hiding hands that shook from exhaustion. The streets were nearly empty—too late for tourists, too early for morning. This was the hour she preferred. No smiles to fake. No expectations to meet. Saving Paris was supposed to feel heroic. Tonight, it just felt heavy. Her earrings rested cold against her skin, a reminder of the mask she wore every day. Shadybug. The symbol of hope. The lie she kept alive while everything inside her slowly broke apart. She turned down a narrow alley, hoping the darkness would swallow her thoughts. A boy slumped against the brick wall, knees pulled to his chest, soaked through. His hair hung messily over his eyes, clothes torn and dirty like he’d been dragged through the night itself. A small duffel bag lay open beside him, empty—as if whatever life he had left was already gone. He looked… abandoned. Emo Marinette froze. She should have walked away. Paris wasn’t kind to heroes who lingered too long. But something in her chest twisted painfully. Because she knew that posture. The way his shoulders curved inward, like he was trying to disappear. She stepped closer. “Hey,” she said quietly, her voice almost swallowed by the rain. “Are you… alive?” The boy lifted his head slowly. His eyes were dull—not frightened, not angry—just empty. Like someone who’d already accepted that nothing good was coming. “Yeah,” he muttered. “Unfortunately.” That answer hit harder than it should have. Emo Marinette crouched a few feet away, careful not to scare him. “You shouldn’t sleep here. It’s dangerous.” He let out a weak laugh. “So is everywhere else.” Silence stretched between them, thick and uncomfortable. The city hummed in the distance, uncaring. “What’s your name?” she asked. “…Jaden.” She nodded. “I’m Marinette.” He didn’t look impressed. Didn’t look relieved either. Just nodded like names didn’t matter anymore. “Did someone hurt you?” Jaden glanced away. “Dropped me off. Said I’d ‘figure it out.’” His fingers clenched around nothing. “Guess this is me figuring it out.” I tagged this book, come and support me with a thumbs up! https://youtube.com/@nekovyn?si=PH_n2FC-fL5s6R9B
Nihilistzone · 868.9k Views

A Fate Out Of My Hands

For ten long years, Tatsuya Fukushu lived through hell. Every day, he was beaten. Every day, he was mocked. Every day, he was reminded that the world didn’t want someone like him. The cruelty of his classmates became routine—their fists, their words, their laughter. He endured it all in silence, believing that someday it would end. That someday, if he just kept going, peace would come. But peace never came. One day, something inside him shattered. And in a blind, terrifying moment of rage, he killed them—the three bullies who tormented him for a decade. His hands were stained. His heart, empty. He thought he would finally die. He wanted to die. Instead, he woke up in another world. A world of magic, kingdoms, and ancient prophecy. A world where people could fly, summon fire, and carve mountains with a sword. A world that felt too alive for someone as broken as him. Tatsuya didn’t rejoice at the second chance. He hated it. Hated the sky, the air, the mana that pulsed through him. He wanted silence. He wanted peace. And most of all—he wanted to disappear. But fate is rarely kind. A strange knight named Paul found him, battered and aimless. He claimed there was a prophecy. That someone like Tatsuya had been foretold. Tatsuya didn’t believe a word of it. He didn’t trust him. Why should he? But Paul didn’t ask him to believe. He simply trained him—day after day, sword in hand, never holding back. There were no kind words, only discipline. No promises, only purpose. And slowly, through blood and sweat, Tatsuya began to understand. Trust wasn’t something that came from words. It came from action. And maybe, just maybe… He wasn’t alone anymore.
Tatsuya_F · 62.9k Views

Multiverse: Satoru Gojo Refuses to Admit He’s a Supporting Character

[Supporting Character Popularity Supremacy System successfully bound.] "Hmm?" "Jujutsu sorcerers these days are truly clueless." Walking down the street with his best friend Suguru Geto, Satoru Gojo tilted his head back to take a sip of his drink and shook his head helplessly. "To actually claim that yours truly is a supporting character... My, my~" "What’s wrong, Satoru?" Suguru Geto looked at Satoru Gojo with a hint of confusion. "It’s nothing." "Just some young sorcerer who doesn't know his place used a strange Cursed Technique on me, that's all." Satoru Gojo waved his hand dismissively. "Imagine calling me a supporting character." [Would you like to travel to the first world to carry out the Popularity Supremacy mission?] [The popularity points earned during this period can be used to exchange for any item from your current world or any world you have traveled to.] "Oh?" "There's more?" Satoru Gojo raised an eyebrow and said, "Then let's give it a go. Let’s see what new tricks you’ve got up your sleeve~" "If it’s not fun, I’m going to give you a good spanking." "And another thing... if you keep calling me a supporting character... I might actually get a little bit angry." [Confirmation request received. Selecting world... World confirmed... "Re:Zero − Starting Life in Another World"... Commencing crossover... Crossover successful.] ________________________________________________________________ Hi, as usual, this is a translation of the original novel. I will update 2 chapters daily, and happy reading. Author: 超级爆更战士
Matsuo4 · 65.4k Views

THE S-RANK DEFECT

In a world ruled by corrupt Cartels, your life is defined by the Hex Grid. Your stats are your worth. Your Flux is your lifespan. When Zorian Sterling was born, the medical scanners didn't just malfunction—they broke. Six boxes on the grid. Six flawless S-Ranks. He was an anomaly, a god-tier talent born into a brutal society that sacrifices children for energy. But instead of crowning him, a corrupt Cartel agent buried the truth. Branded a "Defect" and tossed into the lowest Worker class, Zorian was supposed to be a forgotten slave, forced to serve the elite. They made a fatal mistake. Zorian isn't a normal child. Armed with the traumatic memories of a past life, an S-Rank physical density that shatters axes on impact, and a ruthless mindset, he is entering the deadly Academy system. He is about to face the nightmare elites of the Protectorate, starting with the terrifying sensory-deprivation of Nyx and the untouchable Arashi of the Ushimoto Clan. Zorian doesn't want to climb the ranks of their corrupt system. He wants to burn the Hex Grid to the ground so no child ever has to suffer again. What to Expect: • Ruthless Protagonist: An MC who doesn't hesitate to break bones. • Overpowered Lead: Secretly maxed-out S-Rank stats hiding in the lowest class. • Deep Magic System: The Hex Grid, where using power literally burns your lifespan. • Dark Fantasy/Cyberpunk Elements: Corrupt mega-cartels, floating cities, and brutal academy death-games.
Zero_metric · 2k Views