weaktostrong

Life isn't always dramatic; more often it's mundane and uneventful. Ed, an ordinary person, always manages to find his own happiness in the ordinary moments of life.

Ryoma Takeda was once a rising star in the ring, an Interhigh champion, a golden boy with fists of promise. But one bitter loss on his pro debut shattered his confidence. A freak accident soon after stole his leg. His career vanished. His fiancée left him. And all he had left were reruns of that one damn fight… and a hundred different regrets. Then, just as he hits rock bottom, fate does the unthinkable. He wakes up ten years in the past, on the very night of his first professional match. But this time, something’s different. [System Initialized: Vision Grid Active] “Your eyes see the truth beneath motion. Use it well.” Armed with the Vision Grid System, a combat-assist module that turns his visual perception into tactical mastery, Ryoma now has a second chance. To fix his mistakes. To chase the career he lost. To protect the mother he failed. To fulfill the hopes of those who refused to give up on him. And to finally become the man they always believed he could be. But boxing isn't just a sport. It's war of bodies, of minds, of hearts. And Ryoma Takeda is done losing.

“Fate wrote me as a villain… so I decided to rewrite fate instead.”

Chase was born with no name worth remembering. No house to claim, no banner to carry—only the frail warmth of a dying father and the legend of a mother who vanished the night he first opened his eyes. And yet, in the quiet hours between sickness and sleep, his father still spoke of her as if she were something more than mortal—an echo of divinity itself, cloaked in mystery and sorrow. Years passed. Seasons came and went. And the boy grew beneath a roof of cracked timbers, with no fortune but the stories of the woman he would never know. But destiny has no need of crowns or titles. The story begins not in triumph, but in ruin—on a night when Chase wakes to the scent of scorched embers, the cries of a village being torn apart, and the first taste of the chaos that would one day carry his name across the world. For on that night, as the flames devoured everything he had ever loved, a boy was born.

My name is Hansen, just a pitiful wolf-level monster thrown into the chaos of the Monster Association. On my very first job, I was ordered to deliver food to Pochi—a dragon-level beast the size of a mountain! But wait… why does it feel like the deliveryman is also on the menu?! This isn’t just a bad start, this is hell mode from the very beginning! How do I survive this opening?! Urgent! Waiting online for answers!!! -------------------------------- 40 advanced chapters are now available on Patreon!

"Dragons and their spawn rule the skies, the land, and the seas... humanity survives in the cracks, dreaming of a comeback." _____ Power comes from the beast you tame. Wolves, hawks, snakes, spiders, chimeras, the stronger your summon, the brighter your future. Too bad for our protagonist. When everyone else summoned salamanders, eagles, troll dogs(not doge) or tigers, he got… Well, let’s just say the only thing lower on the food chain is dirt. Laughed at, bullied, and living as the butt of every joke, he’s not exactly winning. But giving up isn’t an option... His aging parents sold everything for his "failed" chance, and he won’t let it be for nothing. But hey, this is his story. The weakest beast tamer? Here’s the thing about being at the bottom: it teaches you how to climb. And dragons? Turns out they start small too. As kingdoms crumble under greed and external threats, the weakest tamer begins his rise. Follow his path as he unlocks a potential so rare, so terrifying, it leads to dragons… Every evolutionary line leads to the strongest ‘SSS Dragons’. _______ Warning: Contains world-ending dragons, ridicule-fueled underdog revenge, dragon-scaled protagonist, morally questionable nobles, insane creature evolutions and enough twists to make you wonder if weakest really means luckiest. A MC who’s out to prove everyone wrong… even if it kills him. Spoiler alert: It won’t. For those who love a whole lot of fun, this one’s for you. If you’re looking for a darker story, look somewhere else (Maybe Utopian System (;) This one’s about having fun and taming expectations. _______ We will use the same Discord from my first book, come join! https://discord.gg/W3CjfC2cw4 _______ Silly tags that seem to matter a lot to some readers: No Yaoi, No Yuri, Possibly Harem (Vote! I can write either, and in any case, there will be multiple girls. The only difference is whether he chooses one in the end or goes the "liberal" route.... democracy is yours!), No NTR.

They called him the weakest student in three hundred years. They were wrong about everything else, too. Five hundred years ago, the sky tore open and the Void Rift let monsters called the Abyssborn pour into the world. The Order of Wardens has hunted them ever since — sealing rifts, burying secrets, and repeating the same story so many times that no one questions it anymore. Alden Blackwood was supposed to be a footnote. Dead last in his class. First to wash out. Until the night a forbidden relic called the Soul Ledger chose him — a system that turns every kill into permanent power, at a price no other Warden has ever been warned about. Now every monster he harvests brings him one step closer to strength the Order has never seen... and one step closer to a truth it has spent five centuries erasing: the Abyssborn were never invaders. They were people. And something above the sky wants it to stay that way. Follow Alden through the Rift Trials, the Order's hidden hierarchy, and a continent-spanning war he never asked for — as he claws his way from Blackthorn Academy's dead last to the one person capable of exposing the lie the gods themselves built the world on. Power has a price. Alden Blackwood is about to find out exactly what he's willing to pay.

A bizarre invasion strikes Wuthering Waves, the Lament resounds throughout civilization, here… there is no Rover. Professional Hardcore player Noah enters Solaris and discovers that the world of Wuthering Waves is completely different from the one in his memory. The Magistrate of Jinzhou is no longer Jinhsi, but Scar of the Fractsidus. General Jiyan of the Midnight Rangers has already been corrupted and blackened by Threnodian pollution. The Black Shores have completely fallen, and the Shorekeeper sacrificed herself to fuse with the Tethys System. Gloomy shadows shroud the sky, civilization’s Lament never ceases, and the desperate, exhausted people have no time to wipe away their tears as they confront fate with roars of unwilling fury. “Good, good, good, so this is how you want to play it!” Noah cursed under his breath— “Then don’t blame me for turning on cheats.” [Wuthering Waves fanfiction + bizarre invasion + apocalypse + world salvation + collapsed main storyline + protagonist is not Rover] === 50 Advance Chapter on Patreon/Ferasam

I've traversed into Genshin Impact, but the time of traversal is a bit too early. Hiss... Perhaps it's not necessarily too early. Everyone when they were young is also very cute. As for me, my communication skills aren't that great, but fortunately, I still have the ability to communicate with children. Although I couldn't immediately see them in their prime, being able to witness their childhood, isn't that also very good? I am a very ordinary person, without a system, and without any special abilities. But, at least I can still do some things that I am capable of doing. Make this world better, let each child's childhood have an extra wisp of beautiful and gentle breeze. I like cute little creatures, like the touch of purity in people's hearts, like leisurely daily life. My story should be very ordinary, not as magnificent as other traverser predecessors. But it should also have its own unique aspects that belong to me. The story originates from ten years ago, Genshin Impact's main storyline should be far off in the distance. So, before the main storyline arrives, do you want to come with me on a journey that lasts for ten years? [No System + No Knife + Healing + Male Protagonist + Plain + Genshin Impact + Teyvat + Daily Life + Non-Invincible + Adventure] === 70 Advance Chapter on Patreon/Ferasam

After accidentally transmigrating into Douluo Dalu and becoming Ning Rongrong, the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Clan, how will she—armed with knowledge of the original plot—make the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda even greater? Join Shrek Academy? No, no—perhaps there’s another choice… --- Completed on patreon.com/Ferasam

My name is Miles Morales… haha, just kidding. My name is Mirek Sol. I was a being with a boring life,well, until I died and transmigrated into OPM, the very One Punch Man we all know. …and what? Saitama is my neighbor? Now, faced with this extremely dangerous world, Eating barbecue should calm me down? Right? But well, Fortunately, I can evolve infinitely. …… “The so-called ultimate creature should be immortal, omniscient, and omnipotent—able to grow infinitely and exist above all dimensions.” — Sol Worlds: Baki, Demon Slayer, Tokyo Ghoul, Jujutsu Kaisen, Naruto, Bleach, One Piece…

A transmigrator from Earth finds himself in the world of Naruto. By fate’s twist, he is reborn as the son of Uchiha Kagami—the famed disciple of the Second Hokage. Yet originally, “Hayashi” was nothing more than a background character, destined never to appear on screen. But now… I’ve become him? --- System: “Foolish host… tell me, do you crave the power of Ninjutsu?” Host: “What? No way! What I truly want are girls—soft, cute, lovable girls!” System: “Hmph… short-sighted. But when you surpass all, when you stand unrivaled at the peak of the Ninja World, then everything your heart desires—beauty, wealth, power—will be yours to command.” Host: pauses, eyes glittering “...In that case, Ninjutsu is exactly what I’ve been dreaming of!” __ New project, just wanna explore other fanfics. Patreon link is Patreon.com/Zphyr_ support me

One chance,one life

No system, no old mentor, no bulldozer, no stamp-collecting hobby, just a small clerk with no wealth, power, or influence. A modern man got transmigrated into a different era, the era of chaos. An era where a one small misstep is enough to lose your life. Fei Qian, a branch family member of Heluo Fei Clan. With his future knowledge, he need to survive the harsh environment, dodging treacherous plots, preparing his own schemes, and maybe... leave his name in the history. You can read more chapters ahead of everyone on p@treon. P@TREON - [email protected]/lessaservantofcosmos (just replace the "@" with "a") Disclaimer : I don't own characters neither this fanfic. The image used in the cover isn't mine. This is Chinese fanfiction. I'm just translating it. I'm just changing the name and some grammar. I'm trying to make it more understandable. All right reserved to the author 马月猴年 (for the fanfic)

Set against the backdrop of rising tensions between the Uchiha Clan and Konoha, Kagaya’s journey is one of vengeance, loss, and the search for a new “home.” As he influences the unfolding history of the ninja world, Kagaya’s path intertwines with familiar faces like Itachi, Naruto, and the Akatsuki, leading to a pivotal role in the looming Uchiha Clan Massacre and beyond. Will he succumb to despair and hatred, or find a way to honor Shisui’s legacy while carving his own destiny? ***** Disclaimer : I don't own Naruto or it's characters neither this fanfic. The image used in the cover isn't mine. This is Chinese fanfiction. I'm just translating it. I'm just changing the names and some grammar. I'm trying to make it more understandable. All right reserved to the author 神秘的菜鸡 (for the fanfic) and Masashi Kishimoto (for Naruto)

Because of the existence of the "Cell Laboratory", Midorima Asachi was not sacrificed in the "Hundred-Person Kill" graduation exam after crossing into the Hidden Mist Village of the Naruto world. But the "Village of the Bloody Mist" era is about to begin, and Midorima must prepare to "escape the danger". He has been assigned to the medical squad, and successfully "escaping the danger" will take some effort. ***** You can read more chapters ahead of everyone on p@treon. P@TREON - [email protected]/lessaservantofcosmos (just replace the "@" with "a") Disclaimer : I don't own Naruto or it's characters neither this fanfic. The image used in the cover isn't mine. This is Chinese fanfiction. I'm just translating it. I'm just changing the names and some grammar. I'm trying to make it more understandable. All right reserved to the author 潇潇羽下 (for the fanfic) and Masashi Kishimoto (for Naruto)

Robert Baratheon gave Jon Snow Dragonstone. One day, he may wish he hadn’t. For Ned Stark’s bastard, the island is a poisoned gift. An ancient castle, a thinly populated lordship, and responsibilities most grown men would struggle to shoulder. But Jon has already lived a grown man’s life. Behind the boy’s eyes are the memories of a naval veteran, an engineer, and a man who spent years studying the armies of Rome. Given a second life in Westeros, he sees possibilities in the land he has been granted. He also knows how much work it will take to make anything of them. That work begins in the North. Years before he leaves Winterfell, Jon starts gathering the people he will take south. Boys become the companions he grows up with and the soldiers he trains beside. Craftsmen struggle through unfamiliar designs while each successful venture pays for the next. Slowly, a household takes shape, built around a young lord whose knowledge is becoming increasingly difficult to explain. These are the people he intends to build Dragonstone with. He will need them, because arriving with a title and a head full of ideas will only get him so far. Beyond the island lies the Narrow Sea, the wealth of the Free Cities, and opportunities worth sailing for. Jon has plans for ships and harbours, for trade and an army of his own. As those plans grow, they will draw the interest of men who have spent their lives deciding what happens in Westeros. And beneath everything he builds is a secret that could bring them all to his door. His name is Aemon Targaryen. What to expect: ~ Jon Snow self-insert with an experienced adult mind ~ Slow-paced kingdom building, beginning with an extended childhood arc in the North ~ Household development, friendships, and earned loyalty ~ Industry, trade, and the practical work of running a lordship ~ Roman-inspired military training and warfare ~ Naval exploration and an expanding journey into Essos ~ Multiple points of view, political consequences, and growing magical elements

Xander was hailed as The Swordmaster on earth. When it came to blades, he held no equal. It didn't mater what category or how experienced his opponent was. He was just better, and none could deny it. Yet all it took was a bullet to end his life. All that hard work, all that talent. All of it gone because of an idiot with a gun. So Xander was naturally indignant against the reality of it. What was the point, then? What was the purpose of achieving such mastery if his life could be snuffed out so easily? His final thoughts were filled with resentment and regret. And so he closed his eyes. Only to reopen them again. But not in a hospital. But in an entirely new world, filled with magic and mages. Xander thought that in a place like this, his dream of making swordplay relevant would be possible. But he was dismayed to learn that not only had the body he transmigrated to been incredibly weak and untalented, but the act of swordfighting was heavily looked down upon. Made obsolete by mages who chanted powerful spells and unleashed them from a distance Yet on the verge of losing hope, he discovered something. This world, it's understanding of swordfighting wasn't just rudimentary. It was PATHETIC! Elite knights only knew how to swing harder and faster! There was no technique! No order! Offended, Xander made to use a blade. Even if the path was dead, he would not allow something so sacred to him be insulted so thoroughly. However, in the throes of his swordplay, he made a discovery, one that would shake the very foundations of the world as everyone knew it. Swordfighting wasn't obsolete. No, it was simply unexplored! And Xander, with his adequate knowledge on how to wield a blade realized... "The usage of swords with proper technique, is a form of magic in itself." And so begins the story of a man who decided to turn the entire world of magic on its head, with a Blade.

I am LS13 / LS, the author of Devil Horns. I will also be posting this story on Royal Road. Twenty years ago, the world united to kill one man. They failed. Now, in an age where kingdoms rise and fall under the shadow of ancient powers, a new name begins to echo across the lands — Lacod Junyu.

The ancient Demon God discarded a dice that can change destiny into the world. As long as you obtain this dice and roll the corresponding number, you can fulfill three wishes unconditionally. Over the long years, countless recipients of the dice have altered destiny time and time again, changing the world repeatedly. Some have wished to ascend to the Divine General's throne, while others have wished for immortality. Chen Qi, at the lowest point in his life, fortunately found this dice. And his first wish was to become a billionaire.