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After the events described in Ragnarok, Thalia a young refugee joins forces with Jinwoo and Suho Sung against the growing Itarim threat.

He didn't die like a villain. He died like a man who had already given up. Caelus Valerius — third son of House Valerius, the Empire's most despised noble — felt the blade before he felt the sheets. Twelve years of playing the monster. Twelve years of secret sacrifices dressed in cruelty. And in the end, the woman he loved swung the executioner's blade herself. Then he woke up. Eighteen years old. Same room. Same face. Same world that destroyed him. But this time, something woke up with him. A System — cold, merciless, indifferent to his grief — brands a countdown into his wrist and delivers a single verdict: Good deeds drain your life. Evil deeds keep you breathing. Deviate from the villain's script — and die. Caelus has no choice. He straightens his spine, pulls on the black Valerius coat, and steps back into the role that already killed him once. What he doesn't know is that Sylvia von Aethelgard woke up too — sword in hand, tear on her cheek, and a terrifying vow burning behind her eyes. She remembers every truth they uncovered too late. She remembers what kind of man was really behind that villain's mask. And she has already decided: she will shatter his plans, chain him to safety, and burn down anyone — or anything — that tries to take him again. He is trying to be the bad guy. She is sharpening the blade she once used to kill him. This time, it isn't for him. It's for anyone who gets in her way.

what happens when the devils machinations are so grand that not even God can see them coming; nobody knows.

(Anti–Tang San, Dual Transmigration across Douluo Continent II & III) Huo Yuhao, a prodigy born once in ten thousand years on Douluo Dalu, unexpectedly awakens the ability to traverse time. Nurtured from childhood by the resources and foundations of the Dragon King Legend era, will his innate soul power still be limited to level one? Fate twists further when he discovers that his roommate, Wang Dong, is a woman—and destined to become his wife. His path begins in the Peerless Tang Sect, where his twin martial souls reveal their true potential. It then extends into the Dragon King Legend era, where he unravels the secrets of soul spirits and masters the divine art of battle armor. When Tang San attempts to suppress his rise through the will of the gods, Huo Yuhao responds with nothing but cold disdain: “My destiny is not something the gods decide.”

Imagine being a demon. The race that is hated by all and condemned by many. Now imagine if you were surrounded by these people. The type of people who hate you just for who you are. [DING!] [You have been transmigrated as a demon inside the world of Demon Among Us! Your task, survive the hero academy and surpassed the protagonist. You must corrupt and destroy the academy's student. Turn friendships into hate, loyalty into betrayal. Rewrite their fairytale into a tale of misery and suffering; and grow stronger from it. That is your mission. This mission was given by your Demon King, the very reason for your existence. Do not Fail! Go forth Abaddon!]

Rudra, a skilled warrior, is betrayed and killed by his comrade Peter, who claims he was following "general orders." As Rudra dies, he reflects on the pain and sacrifice he's endured for his mission. Before his death is final, he is given a second chance by Goddess Militia, who brings him to a mystical realm. She offers him a chance to start anew in a world of sword and magic, provided he can land a single blow on her in a duel. Rudra accepts the challenge and chooses five S-rank skills: creation, healing, appraisal, immunity, and magic mastery. With cunning and strategy, he outsmarts Goddess Militia and lands the blow, earning the skills and her protection. Rudra is reborn into the noble House of Yeringham, determined to become the strongest and uncover the secrets of his new world.

Heavenly Restriction or smt idk Toji or Maki, you decide which one. Sort of a crack fic.

History does not repeat. It is corrected. In a world where power is derived from Fate and interpretation, most choose the Seven Divine Paths—safe, stable, and blessed by gods who govern reality itself. Ryn refuses. As fragments of a forgotten war resurface and the truth behind divine “blessings” begins to unravel, he discovers that power borrowed from gods is never truly his. And the more you accept their sky— The less you belong to yourself.

Naruto Uzumaki awakens the “Listen to Advice System”, a mysterious ability that grants him powerful rewards whenever he truly listens to "and acts upon" the advice of others. Through a forum that connects countless worlds, a new kind of Naruto emerges: calm, honest, and frighteningly rational. The Man Who Stands in the Sky: “Longing is the emotion farthest from understanding. Learn to feign gentleness—until you control everything.” The Cautious Warrior: “This preparation is nowhere near enough! Always fight at full power. Treat your ultimate move as a normal attack. Absolute certainty is the only path to victory!” The Bald-Headed Hero in a Cloak: “Push-ups. Squats. Long-distance running. And most importantly, never turn on the air conditioner in summer!” …Years later. The Third Hokage: “Naruto is the most perfect ninja I have ever seen-elegant, disciplined, powerful… yet completely unreadable.” Uchiha Sasuke: “Impossible. Whether it’s ninjutsu or physical strength, my eyes can’t even keep up with his back!” Visit my Patreon to read up to 92 chapters ahead and enjoy daily updates: patreon.com/laktozlu 200 POWER STONE = BONUS CHAPTER

Transmigrated into Minato Namikaze. Fated to die beneath the Nine-Tails’ rampage. Minato rejects that ending outright. “I will not accept this future.” Thus, the sun descends upon the Land of Fire. Susanoo stands clad in the Great Buddha. There is no time left to grieve for Obito. This Minato is young again—armed with omniscient foresight, the Glint-Glint Fruit, and complete knowledge of the plot itself. “The essence of the Yellow Flash has always been speed—absolute speed.” “Wood Release was never just for restraint, and the Sharingan was never limited to illusion. Every ability I wield is lethal by design.” “Ashura and Indra were brothers. Then Naruto and Sasuke being brothers is only natural.” “I’m not merciful to everyone. I’m simply terrible at refusing people.” “Call me a hypocrite if you want. No one is flawless—not even the sun, which still bears sunspots. But don’t misunderstand me.” “This… is my resolve.”

A land of brutal battles, mysticism, towering warriors, word power, superhuman strength, supernatural abilities, as well as sects, evil cults, and other-worldly entities... Endless conflicts between the sects and cults have been ravaging the land. The constant battle for power among nobles and officials has turned the pursuit of Gahum into a desperate arms race, where the weak are mere fuel for the ambitions of the strong. In this world, only Gahum is the measurement of a man’s soul. A foreigner of this world comes to seek the hidden truth behind the Bathalas, the silent gods whose legacy governs the world's power; the Anitos, and the source of Gahum. Memories of a past life. A golden finger. One boy, two lives, and a cultivation path forged in secret. He carries the destiny to be the spark that will light the world, or the ember that will burn it to ash.

When an ordinary man wakes up in the body of a royal prince, he does what any sane person would do...panic, overthink, and try not to die at the dinner table. Now trapped in a glittering palace of political tension, expectations, and perfectly polished cutlery, he must play the role of “His Highness” while quietly rewriting his own fate. From awkward dining etiquette to existential crises, Another Reincarnated Story: The Prince’s POV turns every isekai cliché on its head. Beneath the humor and chaos lies a deeper tale of identity, loneliness, and the quiet ache of trying to be yourself in someone else’s life. But as the prince’s birthday approaches and the web of royal relationships tightens...his engagement, his parents’ secrets, and the shadows of war...one question lingers: Can a man who never wanted this life truly become the person everyone believes he already is? . . .

Living life in this new world was already hard enough.... So why? Why is the villainess of this world obsessed with me?

After spending his sixth year at Hogwarts a century ago, Harry finds himself back in the cupboard under the stairs in 1991, once again receiving his Hogwarts acceptance letter. "You’re telling me my parents were killed by a dark wizard?" Harry asked. "Who is this dark wizard? Why are you all so afraid of him that you won’t even say his name?" "It’s Vol—," Hagrid began cautiously. "Well, we call him Voldemort, because he personally killed hundreds of people." Harry nodded nonchalantly. "And what happened the next day?" Hagrid: "Uh?" -- Author:咬人甘蓝

Takro transmigrated. When he looked into the water, a spiky head, a ten-year-old body, and a tail swinging behind him stared back. A Saiyan start—just like in Dragon Ball! With a system in hand, he thought everything was his: power, transformations, maybe even Bulma on the left and Chi-Chi on the right. Super Saiyan? Just around the corner! But soon, things didn’t add up. “Haki is just another form of qi, right? I trained correctly!” “I transform under the full moon… but why are people calling me a fur tribe?” “One Piece? What’s that? And where are my Dragon Balls?!” Day 1: The Dragon Ball world is too dangerous—stay low, train, and survive. Year N: Celestial Dragons? Pirates? Whoever they are, this is my Earth now. Takro’s journey begins—with a Saiyan’s bloodline, a system’s power, and knowledge that only goes so far in a world far bigger than he ever imagined.

✨Ignited Flame — Season One: The Primordial Saga✨ Before the six races existed… before realms were formed… before prophecy, balance, or destiny mattered… there were only two. Genesis, the God of Creation, whose imagination shaped existence itself. Kail, the Goddess of Destruction, whose power gave purpose to everything he made. Together, out of boredom and curiosity, they formed the first universe. But in doing so, they awakened something far greater than they expected — children born not from flesh, but from concepts. Adam, a boy created from Genesis’ mind, gifted with limitless imagination. Eve, a girl born from Kail’s heart, overflowing with joy and spirit. Chrona, the sleepy goddess of time and space, who has watched everything since the moment reality began. Sora, a child formed from pure emotion, wild and unpredictable. Their family becomes the foundation of the multiverse… but from Eve’s pure love — and her innocent fear of being hurt — a final child is born: Soteria — the White Guardian. A goddess of infinite abilities, infinite purity, and infinite devotion to Eve. She is not evil. She does not hate. She does not wish to destroy. She simply wants a world where Eve never cries again — even if that means erasing all of existence to build a perfect paradise in her image. As Adam learns magic capable of shaping worlds, as Eve transforms the universe into the Candy Cosmos, as Chrona bends time while floating half-asleep, and as Sora’s emotions threaten to rewrite the laws of reality— the first family of creation faces a tragedy none of them saw coming: The universe’s greatest threat is not hatred… but love. The Primordial Saga tells the story of the first beings to ever exist, the mistakes that shaped the realms, the birth of the six races, and the war that ignited all wars. This is how everything began. This is Ignited Flame.

It hit me that I’ve got ages to spare - the world is still in its infancy. Alright, time to become OP.

THE NORTHERN STAR A Song of Ice and Fire Fanfiction Kaelen Stark is born the second son of Winterfell, twin to the wild and beloved Brandon. His hair is white as snow. His eyes are green as spring. And his mind holds secrets no child should carry. He keeps them hidden. He watches. He learns. He builds. With a bastard outcast at his side, he transforms the North. Glass, steel, roads, men trained for war. He takes his soldiers across the Narrow Sea and returns with a name that makes enemies tremble. The Demon Wolf. But shadows watch him too. A maester with southern ties. Lords who fear a strong North. And beyond the Wall, something ancient stirs. When the Mad King burns his father and brother, Kaelen leads the North to war. He speaks for the dead when no one else will. He returns home with a crown no Stark has worn in centuries. Warden of Winter. The years that follow bring growth, enemies, and secrets. Children are born. Bastards are brought home. A city rises. A fleet sails. And through it all, Kaelen prepares for something only he can see. Then the storms come. Some secrets are only revealed in the end. Some wolves wear white for a reason. DISCLAIMER This is a fan made, unofficial work created for entertainment purposes only. I do not claim ownership of the original series, characters, or settings. All rights belong to their respective copyright holders.

[ You don’t need to know the original work to follow this journey. The narrative is built so that anyone can dive in and fully grasp what’s happening.] ----------- In the multiverse, the total origin of the heavens never changes. To grow, something else must fall. Ye Yu awakens as a rule based system with a single terrifying function — plunder. Other systems nurture hosts. He consumes systems. Abilities, domains, cheat functions, divine spaces — nothing is beyond acquisition. With each world conquered, his architecture grows more complex, more absolute, more unstoppable. Soon, even the laws of reality begin to look… editable. And when evolution has no ceiling, who decides what a god truly is? ------ • Atleast Read First 10 Chapters Before Deciding. • Not My Work I'm just Translating and Making it readable. If Orignal Owner wants It removed Contact me.

(No prior knowledge of Warcraft or Harry Potter is required to understand this story. The Warcraft elements are merely background, ensuring an easy reading experience.) After defeating the Burning Legion, Prophet Harry found himself back in his eleven-year-old body. The sudden appearance of a wizard, an alternative kind of magical power—Harry finally understood the origins of the mysterious energy within him that even the mages of Dalaran couldn’t decipher. A Shaman Prophet? Or a Wizard? To Harry, there wasn’t much of a difference. The warhammer and shield remained his tools to protect the world—or perhaps now, he’d have to add a wand to the mix. And another thing: Yes, he could summon ancestral spirits. But why did Hogwarts’ Potions Professor always want to ask his mother’s spirit a few questions? Excerpt from an interview with Harry Potter, hailed as the greatest wizard of the 21st century, defeater of two Dark Lords, founder of Prophecy Magic and Soul Magic, and the architect of modern Elemental Magic theory. Published in The Daily Prophet: “What motivated you to stand up at such a young age and take on the burden of saving the entire British wizarding world?” "I couldn’t help it." “What do you mean?” "I couldn’t stop myself from punching them." “...Oh.” --- author: 花妖梦璃