reincarnation

Zhang Wei thought his life ended in a truck's headlights. Instead, he woke up in the brutal, unforgiving world of the Verdant Dragon Continent—transmigrated into the broken body of Lin Feng, a crippled outer disciple of the mighty Azure Frost Sect. Beaten, discarded, and awaiting a slow death in the sect's rubbish heaps, he has nothing.Until a forbidden interface glimmers before his eyes. [Matriarch Conquest System Initialized.][Mandatory Tutorial Target: Elder Zhu Yan, The Alchemy Widow.] [Conquest Objective: Achieve Intimate Union. Reward: Reconstruction of Dantian. Foundation for Rebirth.] To ascend, he must not cultivate the heavens, but conquer the peerless women who rule them. From the lonely Alchemy Matron to the icy Sword Empress, each "conquest" grants him a fragment of their power, their legacy, and their loyalty. In a realm where power is everything, Lin Feng will forge his own path—one of calculated charm, strategic desire, and ultimate dominion, climbing not a lonely peak, but a throne built upon the affections of the world's most powerful women.

Arshdeep Singh wasn’t normal. While others wasted time on trends and distractions, he spent his days buried in history—especially one era he could never let go of: The rise of the Sikh Empire. He studied it. Broke it down. Obsessively thought about what went wrong. And more importantly—how it could have been different. Technology. Administration. Military reform. In his mind, he had already rebuilt it a hundred times. But it was all useless. Just history. Until he woke up inside it. Now living as Nau Nihal Singh, heir to an empire on the edge, Arshdeep finds himself in the exact moment he had spent years thinking about. A powerful state. A fragile future. And a collapse that, in his original world, was inevitable. Except now— He isn’t just studying it. He’s inside it. Armed with modern knowledge of technology, governance, and warfare, along with an almost obsessive understanding of where everything goes wrong, Arshdeep is determined to do what history failed to achieve. Not just survive. Not just rule. But rebuild the empire into something that cannot fall. Because this time— He refuses to let it end the same way.

I used to just leave fanfictions unfinished, etc., etc. Also, the last part of this fanfiction really sucked... So here is the newer and much better version. Also, I should warn you that it starts a little before Robert's Rebellion, and it's an AU, so don't expect everything to be the same. The release schedule is 1 chapter every day. I merely posted the first 10 because I felt you guys deserved it after all the BS I put you all through. Also, I had terrible grades growing up, so I am using ChatGPT to refine the chapters and make the grammar much better, so I can only take like 75% of the credit, to be honest. Here is the synopsis ---> Mordred Lannister, born one year after Jaime and Cersei, grows into something Westeros has no proper place for: a noble daughter with a warrior’s brutality, a merchant’s instinct, a designer’s eye, and a reincarnated mind from another world. Because Joanna survives Mordred’s birth, House Lannister is never hollowed by that old grief, and Mordred grows up valued rather than resented. She brings immense wealth to the Rock through fashion, improved food, spirits, and trade innovations, all while becoming a fearsome fighter whose strength and aggressive style unsettle the realm.

I was an average girl, done in by a rogue fish bone—until I woke up reincarnated as the second male lead in a reverse harem novel. Still petite and delicate with no OP powers here, I'm the heroine's loyal childhood friend, scripted to pine for her eternally. But as a woman in past life, I had no interest in her. Nope. Not at all. Ruling the throne is a breeze amid court intrigues and border wars, as long as I ignore the growing ‘male problems.’ The oblivious heroine hovers constantly, mistaking my polite distance for passion. She thinks that I still love her. “No, I don't!" Worse, the other male leads are abandoning her orbit, flocking towards me. Stolen glances turn to bold pursuits—midnight audiences laced with confessions, accidental’ rescues that feel too intimate, and alliances forged with lingering touches. Trapped in a body that's drawing all the wrong attention, I must rewrite the story before jealousy turns into something unwanted. Will I dismantle the harem, claim my freedom, or accidentally build an empire of my own—heartstrings and all? Extra Tags:- Male Protagonist, Bottom Protagonist, Yandere, Male Pregnancy, Gender Bender Disclaimer: It’s just a novel—don’t be serious. As the author of this novel, I would like to say that—all the characters are from my imagination—they don't have any sort of existence in the real world. Nah! Nope, they don’t. Trust me—this is just a novel. So, there are themes in the story that might be disturbing. But let me tell you—I condone them, and I suggest you to take everything as fictious storytelling. There is no need to think over it. And if you find it very disturbing then, I request you to not read this novel any further. Also, I would like to apologize to anyone who might get hurt by this novel. Remember—it's just a novel, and I don't encourage any of my characters' absurd 'decisions.' Thank you. P.S: All the images are AI generated.

this is story of undertale au I created in au I tried to put all vibe of fantasy combining it with magic system of undertale and their world building although I can’t say it will remind you of undertale it will definitely be to me so enjoy reading this will be long novel

As he was about to ascend, Fu Xian looked once more at those around him. Beyond were those he had sent out to explore the world for him… Below were the children he was still caring for, those that cheered his acension. His vision was blurry as a talisman opened up in front of him, "Old friend… I've only awakened you after three hundred years of arduous cultivation. But after the years of suffering, sweet rain fell from the sky. Today, I, with the effort of countless 'Me', shall reach immortality!" … Additional Tags: #Clones #Gu #Demonic #Taoist #Buddhist #Beast

Caspian is not a man. He is the Cycle itself — the eternal engine of Destruction and Rebirth that has turned since before this universe drew its first breath. In the previous eon, he was betrayed. The women he called soulmates. The generals he called brothers. They drained his Genesis Core, detonated his Laws, and reduced an entire civilization to cosmic dust — with his own power. Now he has been reborn into a mortal shell in this recovering world, where Aetheric energy is just beginning to stir. His memories are intact — every face, every betrayal. But his divine power is gone, stolen by those he trusted most. His only anchor is the Omega Exchange — an ancient entity bound to his soul, now awakening in the shadows of the world's most powerful lie: The Temple of Holy Radiance. [Omega Exchange Initialized] [Status: Mortal Shell (Critical Instability)] [Quest: Reclaim 10 Genesis Laws] [Warning: Detonation Imminent] The foolish masses worship their Temple gods. They don't know that the god the Temple originally served — was him. To survive, he must walk two paths simultaneously: Flesh — to suppress the Destruction that wants to consume him. Soul — to ignite the Rebirth that will restore what was taken. The women of this world are no longer equals in his eyes: Some are Fuel — parasites wearing holy masks. Raw energy to be burned. Some are Vessels — beautiful, hollow. Their only purpose is to absorb his violence. Some are Resonants — rare souls that echo the abyss. He conquers their minds long before their flesh. And then there are the ten. Apex-Tier. Singular. Irreplaceable. Each carrying a fragment of a Genesis Law — his Laws, stolen in his past life. His first Apex ignites a Soul-Brand: a permanent bond carved into the fabric of their Laws. Through it, he feels her heartbeat from three hundred kilometers. Through it, their Laws begin to fuse. Through it, the line between weapon and partner blurs into something neither can name. But brute force won't be enough. He must become the ultimate mastermind — manipulating noble houses into political marriages, turning a national chaebol into his silent army, and making the puppet king himself open the palace doors. Every faction thinks they're playing him. None realize they're already standing on his board. He will unmask every traitor in the Temple's shadow. He will reclaim every fragment of what is his. And when the last Law is restored — The Cycle begins again. Under his rule. Forever. Those who submit will reign. Those who deceive him will be nothing. The Omega Exchange is open. Step inside. Tags: #REINCARNATION #REVENGE #SYSTEM #HAREM #R18 #DARKFANTASY #ANTIHERO #OVERPOWERED #HIGHIQ #MAGIC #GODPROTAGONIST #POLITICALINTRIGUE #SLOWBUILD #WEAKTOSTRONG ==== Milestone: 300 Collections → exclusive Discord with plot discussions, character art, and behind-the-scenes lore!

Ethan's soul was thrust into the Marvel universe, but unlike many others in his situation, he didn’t receive any overpowered system to guide or assist him. Instead, fate had a different plan. As he reached adulthood, he awakened as a mutant—an incredibly powerful one at that. His ability? Vector control, a power that allowed him to manipulate forces and motion at will, much like Accelerator. With this, he became an Omega-level mutant, a rarity among his kind. But Ethan wasn’t content with just existing. He saw the grim fate that awaited mutants and made a vow—to change everything, to turn the tide, and to lead his kind to glory. Professor X:. "Ethan, I am old. My time is running out. From now on, the responsibility of safeguarding world peace and ensuring the future of mutantkind falls upon you." Magneto: "Charles, always the diplomat. But tell me, why do you assume you have the first claim? If anyone is to guide Ethan, it should be me. He should inherit my vision, not your dream of coexistence." (P.S: Based primarily on the X-Men and Avengers movies, with minor elements inspired by the comics. T/N: P.S.S: AU Marvel! Especially on the mystical side. I don't know what the author was on when he wrote it, whatever it is, I don't want it!) _____________________ If you want to support me and read advanced chapters, you can join me on: patreon.com/Rai_jin Your support will be greatly appreciated! _____________________ THIS IS A TRANSLATION! Raw: 某美漫的一方通行 Author: 月空楼阁 _____________________ Daily Updates!!! Bonus chapters each +100 in our PS Goals. The cover isn't mine! If the creator wants me to remove it, then I'll do so.

The Light alone cannot save Azeroth. No one can. They whisper these words like gospel, like inevitable truth carved into stone. WHO decided that? Who appointed fate as our master? Who crowned despair as our king? I was once a prince who believed in salvation through obedience. Through the Light. Through duty to crown and clergy. Through blind faith in powers greater than myself. And I learned a bitter lesson: the gods do not fight our wars. The heavens do not bleed for us. But I have shed that weakness like a serpent sheds its skin. Azeroth does not need saviors who kneel and pray. It does not need heroes who defer to prophecy and hope for divine intervention. It needs those willing to seize POWER—the power of conviction, of will, of absolute determination—and wield it without hesitation, without apology, without the paralyzing doubt of lesser men. I have seen what humanity is capable of when we stop asking permission. When we stop waiting for the Light to guide us. When we decide that OUR strength, OUR choice, OUR sacrifice will be enough. So I say this to every soul that hears me: We will not be saved by distant gods or ancient prophecies or the benevolence of forces we cannot control. We will be saved by OURSELVES. By conviction. By the refusal to accept defeat as destiny. By the recognition that WE are the authors of Azeroth's fate. The question is not whether we CAN save Azeroth. The question is whether we have the strength to decide that WE WILL, and to become the warriors, the leaders, the sacrifice that this world demands. That is the path of a true prince of Lordaeron. That is our burden. That is our glory. Of Humanity! This is not the same translation as my other one, New Dawn of Lordaeron. 魔兽：圣光救不了艾泽拉斯

.... In a universe where starships rule supreme and galactic empires clash for dominance, Kallus, a visionary gamer and strategist, finds himself thrust into an extraordinary reality. Awakened aboard the [Obliterator-Class Star Dreadnought], a vessel born from his own imagination but perfected by a Supreme Being, Kallus must rise to command a fleet that could shape the fate of the cosmos. With a ship forged from mythical adamantium and [mithril alloys], powered by a [Transcendent Dark Matter Engine], and armed with weapons capable of annihilating entire fleets, the Obliterator is more than a warship—it’s a legend incarnate. But Kallus is not alone. Alongside him is the Red Empress, an advanced AI infused with a power of creation and knowledge itself, guiding him with missions that unlock untold power and potential. ........ Author's Note This is my first novel, and I’m still learning the craft of writing. You may notice some repetition or mistakes throughout the story—please understand that they are part of my growth as a creator. I truly appreciate your time and support, and I welcome any constructive feedback to help me improve. That said… read at your own risk! Don’t point fingers at me for wasting your time or money—you’ve been warned. To those who, despite all this, are still reading the book—thank you. I’m truly grateful that you’ve given me and my work a chance. I’ll keep doing my best to improve myself and the story. Thank you again, from the bottom of my heart.

He died as a bandit—just another nobody in a cruel world. But before his soul could pass on, something unexpected happened. A foreign soul tried to take over his body… and failed. Now reborn with strange memories of “anime” and “protagonists,” he comes to a terrifying realization: This world isn’t his story. Someone else is the main character. A boy named Bell. In a world where only one protagonist can exist… there’s only one solution. Kill him. With twisted ambition and a mind teetering between madness and clarity, he heads to Orario—the city of gods—not to become a hero… …but to steal the role of one.

"I wrote him as a monster... Now I must live as him." Carter, a struggling author, wakes up trapped in the body of Felix von Frederick-the very villain he created for his bestselling dark fantasy series. A spoiled nobleman with a legacy of cruelty, Felix is destined to betray his family, unleash a demonic war, and die a coward's death. But Carter refuses to play his part. Armed with knowledge of the story's future and a mysterious golden eye that whispers of forgotten prophecies, he fights to rewrite Felix's fate. Yet, the world resists his changes. The more he defies the original plot, the more the universe twists back: allies turn suspicious, enemies emerge too soon, and the black-marked cult-a faction he barely fleshed out in his drafts-hunts him as a "false soul." But the hardest challenge? Telling apart his own guilt from Felix's lingering sins... because the line between author and character is blurring. "The greatest story he ever told... was his own curse"

Oliver Wallace expected a quiet night of Netflix, but a reality-warping glitch dropped him into the boots of a Guardian on the gray, antiseptic streets of Gilead. In a regime where a whispered word can be a death sentence, Oliver discovers he is the anchor of a Knowledge Share Network, an instinctive power allowing him to synchronize skills and intel across a web of trusted rebels. To expand his influence, he must utilize Contract Seals, binding allies through life-or-death oaths that prevent betrayal. As he navigates a dangerous flirtation with Serena Joy and the lethal oversight of Commander Winslow, Oliver realizes that in this world, the most dangerous weapon isn't a gun—it's a shared secret.

Some are reincarnated as the shining, pure character known as the hero of the story. Others find themselves as secondary, unknown characters, carrying no weight in the flow of events. And then there are those who are reborn as villains… villains meant to be struck down, forming the very foundation of the hero’s growth. As for me? I was neither a hero, nor an ordinary villain. I was merely a cursed soul, reborn as an experiment within an organization that worships an unknown entity. Am I just a third-rate villain? … I wished it were so. Because the truth is far worse. I am the character who appeared in the very first scene of the game, even before the hero made his entrance. I am… the Vessel. Discord: https://discord.gg/jpYJpHdMmn

A man is reincarnated into the Wizarding World as Ted Epifani. With the help of his system and some metaknowledge, he will soar through the sky and become a legend. At least, that’s how it was supposed to go. "What the fuck!? Neville Longbottom is the Boy Who Lived?" "Who in Morgana's saggy tits is Harley Potter?" "WHAT KIND OF WORLD DID I END UP IN?!" _____________________ If you want to support me and read advanced chapters, you can join me on: patreon.com/Rai_jin Your support will be greatly appreciated! _____________________ THIS IS A TRANSLATION! Raw: 霍格沃茨之卡牌系统 Author: 威馆长著 _____________________ Daily Updates!!! Bonus chapters each +100 in our PS Goals. The cover isn't mine! If the creator wants me to remove it, then I'll do so.

I don’t have a hero complex. I don’t intend to remain humble either. All I am is a Fan, of the grandeur that is Sumatra. This world has everything necessary to charm your inner child: Mountains that roll around like worms, seas that curl up like flowers, and majestic beasts that thunder your breath away. I’ve reincarnated many times on Sumatra, to protect it from external invasions while rejoicing its beauty. This time is no different. However, the current enemy is someone who has outscaled the power system. Hence, I will Regress Seven Times in an attempt to defeat the enemy. Why only seven, you ask? Because that’s all this Fan can hope to endure. Regressions come with risks and inclining baggage, after all.

Nolan Calloway dies on Interstate 90 and wakes up as Marcus Webb, a disgraced Alliance Lieutenant stationed on Eden Prime just as the Reaper invasion begins. By touching a Prothean beacon, he accidentally triggers the "Sovereign Mandate System," a powerful strategic interface that allows him to claim territories, recruit Hero Units, and synthesize lost technologies using Mandate Points. Now, while the rest of the galaxy looks to Shepard, Webb is busy building a private interstellar kingdom. He recently diverted a stolen corvette toward Rannoch to help Tali’Zorah, planning to use his "Cycle Breaker" protocols to rewrite the fate of the quarians before the Reapers can harvest them all.

And I'm not afraid to use them! 戰錘：從種田開始重塑黃金時代

Adrian Vale transmigrated. The good news? He has a system. The bad news? He can’t understand a single word it says. [Dear Host, the Romance System is now at your service.] [You have entered a fairy tale world. This system will assist you in defeating the original protagonists—kings and princes—and conquering beautiful queens and princesses, making them submit to your charm…] Unfortunately, due to a broken language patch, what Adrian actually sees is complete gibberish: [Dear Host, the ??? System is now at your service.] [...transmigrate... &%7^^... defeat... )9_=&6^%54... king... conq... μç×ÓË... submission...] Adrian: “Got it.” His conclusion? Defeat all kings. Make them submit. This is clearly a war system. Meanwhile, the system is on the verge of collapse: [Dear Host, you’re supposed to romance the heroines—not conquer kingdoms and dominate the world. This isn’t how our game works…!] This is the most common way to address readers in English-speaking circles. It uses the term "crack" or "twisted" to describe the heavy modifications. ​"Just a heads-up: this is a heavily modified, 'twisted' AU (Alternate Universe). It strays far from the original fairy tales, so please don't expect the canon storylines! I've taken a lot of creative liberties here—if it feels wild and unrecognizable, that’s by design. Please be kind and go easy on me in the comments; if this isn't your cup of tea, no hard feelings! Happy reading!"

Erwin Lenox won the match. Half a million dollars. A flawless victory. The next day, he died. He awakens in Kuria, the world of the JRPG War of the Arcane World, inside the body of Lusian Douglas of Mondring—the villain the heroes must execute to fulfill divine will. But something doesn’t add up. His existence is nowhere to be found in the Book of Destiny. He isn’t a piece on the board. He’s an anomaly. As the gods watch, the continent stirs, and the heroes march toward a prewritten ending, Lusian begins to tamper with what no one should ever touch: the very structure of the world itself. Because breaking fate doesn’t mean you’re free. It means becoming the error the world will try to erase.