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Lin Yu transmigrated into the Douluo Continent, and at first, he could only sigh in frustration for not having a golden cheat. But unexpectedly, his cheat finally appeared—dragging everyone in the Douluo Continent into its grasp! On that day, every single person was pulled into a livestream Q&A room with rewards. From then on, they were forced to watch the stream regularly and answer questions. 【Ah Yin】: What? My son is already dead? And now another soul is occupying his body? 【Bibi Dong】: Yu Xiaogang, I never thought you approached me with ulterior motives… You disgusting, hypocritical man! 【Qian Renxue】: Don’t you dare broadcast anything about me! 【Deep Sea Demon Whale King】: Hah! The Sea God is nothing but an ungrateful fool who loves labeling others. 【Meng Shu】: Lin Yu, as long as you give me the Dragon Essence, I’ll marry my granddaughter to you! 【Yu Yuanzhen】: Don’t fight me for it! Give me the Dragon Essence, and I’ll have my second son marry Erlong to you! …… Watching everyone in the livestream room going crazy, bribing and scheming for rewards, Lin Yu sneered with disdain. Thank you for the support, friends. If you want to read more chapters in advance, go to my Patreon. Read 40 Chapters In Advance: patreon.com/Canserbero10

After living as a famous Korean vlogger-slash-mukbanger, Neoma died a (shameful) death and regressed to her tragic first life--- the life where she has to live as a hidden princess with a tyrannical father and a yandere twin brother. She died at the hands of her psycho brother in her first life. But luckily, she charmed her "big brother" this time. Her father remains a sc*mbag, though. But a blessing in disguise happened when her twin brother got "sick." Because of that, she has to pretend as the "Crown Prince," forcing her father to treat her well. She thought she was finally on the road to becoming a lady of leisure. But, despite her laziness, she still ends up completing royal duties that put her closer to the throne than her sick twin brother. The next thing she knew, they already prophesied her to be the first empress of their very patriarchal empire. Now Neoma finds herself in the middle of the succession war she never wanted to be involved in! *** [EXCERPT 1] “Neoma de Moonasterio, the first princess of Moonasterion Empire. From now on, you’ll live as Prince Nero’s proxy.” [The hell is this psycho saying?] Neoma, despite her confusion, still smiled at her father--- the emperor. “Father, what do you mean by that?” “From now on, assassins sent by my enemies would target Nero,” the emperor explained. “Until he’s strong enough to protect himself, you’ll pose as your twin brother.” Her smile froze, but she still acted innocent. “But Father. If I take my brother’s position, then wouldn’t the assassins mistake me for him and…” She stopped talking when she realized that was exactly what the emperor wanted her to do. [This sc*mbag wants me to be bait?!] “You’re no longer a princess, Neoma de Moonasterio. From now on, you’ll live as Prince Nero de Moonasterio,” Emperor Nikolai said coldly while looking down at her with glowing red eyes. “Try to survive until your twin brother comes back to take his rightful place, understood?” Neoma was too shocked to react. [Are you f*cking kidding me, you sc*mbag?!] *** [ORIGINAL BOOK COVER. Artwork by sola_cola.] *** [EXCERPT 2] “I’m so sick of your tyrannical a*s,” Neoma yelled at her father aka the emperor. “I won’t forgive you for hurting Lewis and Tteokbokki!” “What will you do about it then?” Nikolai asked with a smirk. “Kill me?” “Yes! I’ll f*cking kill you, sc*mbag!” “Language,” he warned her, upset that his five-year-old daughter curses like a sailor. “Using vulgar words is unbecoming of the future Crown Prince.” “I’m a princess!” Upon yelling those words, the royal princess’s eye color changed from ash-gray to red. [This is getting serious.] “Stop it, Nero,” Nikolai told her sternly. “If you keep that up, the royal knights will come and–” “I’m not Nero!” Neoma screeched angrily. Then she jumped in the air with her left fist, ready to punch him. “In the name of the moon, I’ll punish you!” [What…?] And Princess Neoma, pretending as the Crown Prince for her sick twin brother, punched Emperor Nikolai, her father, in the face.

Protagonist Reborn After A Deadly Tragedy Fall Upon His Family In Future

Some men are born into destiny. Others are cursed by it. In the golden age of the Arab world, where Sultanates rise and fall on the edge of a blade and magic flows through the very soul of every living thing, a child was born in the palace of Faras under a sky that made the Saints tremble. They saw many futures. Most of them ended in the destruction of the world. Shehzade Ali al-Shirazi enters the world with a weak Rooh and a prophecy that follows him like a shadow. Rooh al-Shamoos, the Dark Sun, a fusion of fire and shadow so rare and so volatile that the Saint delivered a single quiet verdict to Sultan Bahram al-Shirazi. Kill the boy. Before the boy kills the world. The Sultan could not do it. The child was the last memory of Begum Maryam al-Shirazi, the woman he loved above his throne and lost in the same breath he gained an heir. So instead he built a cage of silk and called it protection. The finest tutors. The highest walls. A prince kept carefully distant from a world the Sultan feared his son would one day consume. Ali grows up knowing two things with equal certainty. That his father loves him, and that his father is afraid of him. He does not know why. Nobody would tell him why. So he finds his own answers in the dark. On the rooftops of Shiraz, where the Sultan's eye cannot follow, a different version of Ali exists. Al-Barez. The Black Thief. He moves through the night like a rumor, stealing from the corrupt and returning what was taken to those the powerful have forgotten. The streets worship him. The nobles curse him. Nobody connects the phantom of the rooftops to the fragile prince who never leaves the palace. Nobody except the Wazir who has been watching far more carefully than anyone realized. When Ali's double life is laid bare before his father, the Sultan's grief and fury collapse into a single devastating decision. The prophecy warned him. The Saint warned him. No cage, however gilded, can hold a Dark Sun. Ali is banished from Faras with nothing but the clothes on his back and a mark on his inner wrist he has carried since birth. A small dark sigil that has never glowed, never spoken, existing quietly like a word written in a language the world has forgotten how to read. Cast into a world he only ever watched from above, Ali falls hard and fast. Debt and desperation deliver him into the hands of a merchant in Basra who recognizes useful when he sees it. A sharp mind, sharper instincts and nothing left to lose. Ali works. He survives. He learns what the palace never taught him. That the real Arab world has teeth and does not care about prophecies or the colour of a man's Rooh. But the merchant has his own agenda. And the road he points Ali down leads in one direction. Misr. A burned mansion stands abandoned at the edge of the city, cursed in the memory of all who knew it, its secrets buried under a decade of ash. Nobody goes there. Nobody dares. Whatever happened inside those walls left a wound that never fully closed. Ali goes there anyway. What he finds will crack open everything he thought he knew about himself. His weak Rooh, his cursed mark, the Saint's prophecy and a shadow organization moving quietly through every Sultanate in the Arab world like a rot nobody has yet named. The Saint saw two futures above all others. In one, Rooh al-Shamoos burns the Arab world to nothing. In the other, it is the only thing that saves it. The secret buried in Misr will decide which future Ali walks toward. But first he must answer something the prophecy never accounted for. Whether a man born under a dark destiny is bound to follow it. Or whether he is the one person capable of breaking it entirely.

In his previous life, he stood at the pinnacle of the Shinigami world—only to fall before he could savor the view. Now, reborn in an earlier era of Soul Society, he awakens as Gosuke Shigure, an unremarkable soul with no ambition beyond a peaceful, anonymous life. But fate—and Central 46—have other plans. Branded the Ninth Kenpachi, and widely mocked as the weakest to ever bear the title, Gosuke must now walk a path he never wanted. To survive, he must rise. And in doing so, he'll forge a new legend—from forgotten footsoldier to the mightiest Kenpachi in history. In the name of Kenpachi... let the Soul Society tremble.

A pure time-travel story without any system cheats—just intelligence and knowledge driving the narrative. If that’s not your cup of tea, feel free to skip! The protagonist finds himself transported to the French Republic, born into a family that owns a long-standing agricultural tractor business. As the heir of this quasi-wealthy lineage, he’s about to become the third generation of success. The catch? Their estate is near Paris, and the Germans will soon advance to this region. To secure his family’s future, he must save France itself. Gallieni: “Good heavens, the enemy has actually exposed their flank to us!” Joffre: “This can’t be true. Could it be a trap?” Protagonist: “The plan is ready. Are you going to take action, or do I have to spoon-feed it to you?” … German Army: “This is supposed to be a tractor factory? What on earth are these steel monsters that seem impervious to bullets?” Thank you for the support, friends. If you want to read more chapters in advance, go to my Patreon. Read 30 Chapters In Advance: patreon.com/Franklin1

[Warning: Contains Incest, R*pist MC] [NO NTR] Reincarnated into the Three Kingdoms era with a system in tow, Lu Ming now finds himself as none other than Dong Zhuo’s nephew! Gaining power and rising through the ranks thanks to the system, and then, in a drunken stupor, raping his mother, the beast within him seemed to have been unleashed, becoming increasingly frenzied. He, who had previously been rather celibate, now coveted the women around him, craving more.

[Warning: Contains Hypnosis, Rapist MC] [NO NTR] [Enhancement successful. Congratulations to the host for obtaining God-level Hypnosis Skill Proficiency (Pseudo).] Although having a system was a fortunate thing, being inexplicably brought into a new environment was another matter. What if he could not adapt to some foreign lands? What if some worlds of cultivating immortals were incomplete? He was already a thirty-year-old man—was he supposed to fawn over others? Zhao Tianhao’s pride would not allow him to do that.

Bruno traveled back to the summer of 2012 and found himself in the body of Bruno Fernandes, bringing with him a master football training system. This led to Bruno Fernandes, who left Novara to join Udinese, quickly standing out in the Italian Serie A and gaining renown throughout Italy. In the summer of 2016, B. Fernandes landed in England, leading the declining Manchester United on the path to revitalization. (Pogba: Who am I? Where am I? What should I do?) In Qatar, Bruno Fernandes, who rose quickly, became the man who helped Cristiano Ronaldo reach the pinnacle of football. As Ronaldo aged, he took on the important task of revitalizing the team of the Five Shields and embarked on his own path to becoming the king of football. Di Natale: Bruno made me taste the sweetness of the championship! Mourinho: It's great to have Bruno around! Cristiano Ronaldo: Bruno helped me become the king of football! Bruno: Actually, I am the king of football! Thank you for the support, friends. If you want to read more chapters in advance, go to my Patreon. Read 40 Chapters In Advance: patreon.com/Cortez10  

A story about a reincarnator in the Naruto universe. As you'd expect, he's got an ace up his sleeve that'll reveal itself over time. Here's the quick rundown: 1. Most of the story is written in a positive tone, often with dark humor. There'll be tragedy early on, but it's just a catalyst for shaping a strong protagonist. It lays the groundwork for the hero's drive to grow. This is a story about reaching the top and showing that the grind is worth it, not a story about endless whining. 2. There'll be quite a bit of reflection and philosophy at first. The pace picks up after a few chapters. 3. A good chunk of time will be spent exploring chakra mechanics well beyond what canon covers. 4. Characters will be closer to their manga counterparts, so no dark Hiruzen, no whole-village bullying of the MC, no ultra-powerful clans, no ancient uber Uzumaki bloodline, none of that stuff. 5. No system, no gods sending the MC to a new life, no brainlessly following the canon rails without changing a thing. 6. The author of this fic, meaning me, is not Chinese. I do enjoy throwing in the occasional cultivator joke, and that's totally fine, but yeah, I'm not Chinese. I'm including this point because people have actually messaged me saying they almost dropped the fic over a cultivator joke. Enjoy the read! ヾ(•ω•`)o P.S. You can support me and read up to 20 upcoming chapters ahead of release at –> patreon.com/Welydora

Queen Medusa: "Who are you?" Wu Tian: "My name is Wu Tian. I am the guardian spirit of the Serpent Clan's queens, generation after generation!" Queen Medusa: "Then how did you get in here?" Wu Tian: "Whoosh! Just like a skyrocketing firecracker, and here I am!" Thank you for the support, friends. If you want to read more chapters in advance, go to my Patreon. Read 40 Chapters In Advance: patreon.com/Canserbero10

Mingyin has regressed more times than he can remember. and count He tried to change the past. He tried to save his family. He tried to become strong. He failed — every single time.without any achievement Regression was never a blessing. It was a prison that forced him to move forward, again and again, with nothing left to lose.and to keep forward With no allies, no family, and no future worth chasing, Mingyin continues only because stopping would mean eternal death. Yet along the endless path of cultivation, Mingyin realizes the truth: Power can be taken. Fate can be rewritten. But peace… is something heaven itself refuses to give yet he strive forward knowing the reality . This is not a story of victory. It is a venture toward peace. toward one goal

Leon never expected that when he woke up, he would become Odin's second son and the sun god of Asgard, although this title was made up by his father. When Thor smashed through the training ground with his hammer, and when Loki conjured up a clone to try to trick him into getting up, Lion just wanted to lie on the terrace of Asgard and practice his sun priesthood to the fullest. 【Photosynthesis, lazy days.】 Until the Frost Giant provoked him and ruined his nap. Leon sighed, raised his hand, and golden light spread across the nine realms, turning the glacier into a hot spring and boiling the enemy chief into an egg. "I just want to take a nap, why is it so difficult?" But when one of his two wronged brothers was demoted to the middle court and the other was secretly causing trouble, Leon finally stood up as if accepting his fate. "I really can't do anything with you!" "Okay, time to go to Earth to bask in the sun and visit my silly brother who's been stripped of his divine power." Thor: My brother is invincible! Loki: Could you please not hit me in the face next time? But Leon soon discovered that this universe seemed more lively than he had imagined?

Transmigrated into the world of Coiling Dragon, Locke arrived just as the First Faith War was beginning. With an affinity only for the Water element, he had no choice but to focus primarily on survival. Starting with the most basic spell, Water Mist Technique, he gradually unraveled the profound mysteries of the Law of Illusionary fog, setting himself on a path dominated by illusion magic.

This man began as a completely unremarkable defensive midfielder. Then, by chance, he learned a bit about organizing play... then a bit about carrying the ball forward... and then free kicks too. And just like that, the football world got lively. Kaká and Cristiano Ronaldo loved playing with him—handsome, eloquent, and most importantly, the guy who covered their backs so they could focus on attacking up front. Messi had a love-hate relationship with him. Every time he played against Barcelona, he got fired up—and somehow always dragged Messi into playing brotherly football. All number 8s loved playing alongside him—his coverage was everywhere, his pressure resistance was second to none. He was the ultimate shield in front of center-backs, the perfect partner to midfielders, and the strongest wall behind the forwards. Xabi Alonso was his mentor, Mourinho his boss, and Pogba? Just his junior. Whenever a reporter asked him how he got so good, he'd always reply: “Train like hell. Give it everything you’ve got!” Thank you for the support, friends. If you want to read more chapters in advance, go to my Patreon. Read 40 Chapters In Advance: patreon.com/Johanssen10

Yang Xiong, an ordinary man from Blue Star, is reborn in the Douluo Continent. His father serves as an outer sect deacon of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, and he awakens a Body Martial Soul that others dismiss as useless. Yet Yang Xiong knows its hidden power. Through relentless body cultivation and soul training, he rises step by step, transforming from an underestimated youth into a Soul Master capable of rivaling the gods themselves. A journey of reincarnation, cultivation, and power growth begins. Thank you for the support, friends. If you want to read more chapters in advance, go to my Patreon. Read 40 Chapters In Advance: patreon.com/Cortez10  

After rebirth, there was no need for hesitation—if the younger generation wouldn’t agree, he would go straight to the older one. With memories of the future in hand, wealth and women were never going to be scarce. Thus, after being reborn, he set himself a modest goal: first, become the richest man alive. It is slice of life

BTTH, Battle Through The Heavens, Doupo Cangqiong, Great Ruler. As a member of the evil spirit tribe from outside the domain, you can become a god if you are good, or a demon if you are evil! He accidentally came to the Douqi Continent, possessing the Holy Heavenly Demon Flame, the white holy flame in his left hand and the black demon flame in his right hand, stirring up the situation in the continent. Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to the original works I translate. All rights belong to their respective authors. If you are the copyright holder and wish me to remove any material, please contact me immediately. My other translations: Naruto: Or Was It the Other Way Around? https://www.webnovel.com/book/35597191700937505 A Mage From a Completely Different World https://inkstone.webnovel.com/novels/view/36497556200749305 Douluo Dalu 2: Reincarnated as Furina https://www.webnovel.com/book/35387283508053305 Douluo: Destruction Begonia Sacrificing to Ye Lingling https://www.webnovel.com/book/35630812508663405 Mondaiji: Am I A Dragon Species? https://www.webnovel.com/book/36661423108025005