transmigration

Once, I was nothing but a vessel—used by those who sought to grasp the essence of Chaos, to turn me into their bridge toward supremacy. Bound in agony, shattered and remade for for thousands of years, I became their experiment in greed. Yet from torment came awakening. I have no regrets. For I am Chaos—the first breath and the final silence, the unseen hand that shapes all beginnings and ends. Now, I awaken once more… and the cosmos shall remember my name. -This novel will be non-harem but there might be a female lead maybe in the future. Chapters will be uploaded whenever —some days you might get two, other times none at all. It’s my first novel, so I hope you’ll bear with me as I find my rhythm.

Honkai... just how despairing of a disaster is it? In this catastrophe, you can't even protect the people you want to save...

Transmigrating into the world of Naruto, Makoto joined the Akatsuki using his identity as someone from the future, becoming the organization's one and only Strategist. Right from the start, he proposed a heaven-defying strategy that shocked the Akatsuki. Have Zetsu infiltrate the private restrooms of the Five Kage. Collect their hemorrhoid blood and sanitary waste Black Zetsu: "…You want me to steal what?" Makoto: "Pass it to Hidan. He sits in a circle, stabs himself, and we hold the world hostage overnight. Zero casualties, maximum profit." Konan: "Is there a less disgusting plan?" Makoto: "I hear your God's Origami Technique is excellent for disguise, right?" Konan: "Yes." Makoto: "Disguise Exploding Tags as toilet paper and sell them throughout the Five Great Nations. When they go to wipe their butts, let the world know pain. Art is an explosion!" Pain, Deidara: "?" From trolling Kakashi into almost committing suicide to turning Kisame into an improv actor, Makoto is rewriting the ninja world's history one cigarette at a time!

Ananya never expected death to bring her into another life. One moment, she was running her parents’ restaurant in the modern world. The next, she opened her eyes in silk robes, surrounded by hostile stares — the Queen Consort of the empire. But this body was cursed in everyone’s eyes. The Emperor loathed her. The mistress laughed at her. And the court whispered behind her back. Only she wasn’t truly alone. > “Finally, someone can see us!” “What kind of Queen Consort are you, so calm even with ghosts in your chamber?” “Shut up, Wei Rong, let her breathe. She looks like she’s about to faint.” Three ghosts — a stoic scholar, a brash general, and a mischievous noble girl — lingered at her side. They were invisible to all but her. And with them, she learned to survive the poisonous palace. When rumors spread that she was cursed, Ananya stood before the empire’s court. Instead of tears, she offered proof. Instead of fear, she offered dignity. > “If Heaven believes I am cursed, let the fire and smoke betray me. I will not hide.” And Heaven sided with her. Outside the palace, crises struck — starving soldiers, missing supplies, merchants growing fat from stolen grain. Inside, Lady Zhen, the Emperor’s favored mistress, grew bolder by the day, flaunting her beauty and mocking Ananya’s quiet grace. > “Sister, do you still dream of winning His Majesty’s heart? Look at you — plain, dull, unworthy.” “If simplicity is a crime, then let it be mine,” Ananya answered, unshaken. The Emperor indulged Lady Zhen openly… but in the silence of night, he tasted Ananya’s food, lingered at her table, and found himself unsettled by her calm. > “This is not palace fare,” he muttered. “It is lighter,” Ananya replied softly. “Easier to sleep after.” Step by step, conspiracy thickened. At a grand banquet, a poisoned cup was placed in Ananya’s hand. But a ghost’s laugh echoed in her ear — and the cup was swapped. A dancer collapsed instead. From that night on, the Emperor’s gaze changed. He began to notice the woman who never begged for favor, never fought for attention, yet always endured. Still, war brewed at the borders. Betrayals reached even the throne. Assassins crept through the palace halls. And the one person who seemed weakest became the calm at the center of the storm. Through whispered secrets, mischievous hauntings, and quiet resilience, Ananya carved her place in the empire. She would not simply survive. She would rise. And the Emperor who once despised her would one day whisper only her name.

Years later, Qingyu—now a Battle Legend, Masters Tournament Champion, and the only top-tier mega streamer on PokéTV—faced reporters with a solemn expression: “People keep saying the current cursed battle meta is all my fault.” “So let me ask you—what about Steven’s Spikes + Whirlwind Skarmory? Did I invent that?” “And Leon’s Gigantamax Grassy Terrain Charizard—did I teach him that too?” “Answer me! Look into my eyes!” The next day. “The current cursed battle meta is all my fault.” “Steven’s Spikes + Whirlwind Skarmory, and Leon’s Gigantamax Grassy Terrain Charizard—yeah, I taught them both.” —Excerpt from Champion Qingyu’s own words. —Iono’s Electric Talk Channel patreon.com/Hoshino_Sora for Advance Chapter

After a freak accident, Ron wakes up in Orario, the Dungeon City from DanMachi. Unfortunately, he didn’t just transmigrate. He brought a Soulslike system with him—and the Dungeon absolutely despises his existence. No checkpoints. No mercy. No “safe exploration.” From the very first step, the Dungeon turns into a hostile nightmare: monsters setting ambushes on narrow bridges, enemies hiding in dark corners waiting for cheap shots, mimics disguised as treasure, twisted layouts, and paths clearly designed to make him suffer. In short—it’s Souls. Fine. He knows this game. Armed with a once-per-day resurrection, a save-slot-style card system, and a curse that makes the Dungeon actively rewrite itself just to mess with him, Ron pushes forward with a simple rule: “If your cruelty isn’t enough to break me, you don’t deserve to stop me.” ... Years later, when the Black Dragon descends upon Orario and every Familia unites with flawless battle plans—even as hope itself collapses—Ron walks up a staircase built from countless corpses and calmly sits upon the Cinder Throne. “Good.” “For the Black Dragon’s arrival… I offer up fated death.” .... This is a translation of a Chinese Novel, with minor changes in some parts of the original story.

Original Work In the world of cultivation, destiny is not always kind. Arya Chen is the number one genius of his clan, blessed with a divine physique, a noble bloodline, and a future that seems limitless. He has everything a cultivator could ever dream of—power, status, and the admiration of his peers. But in the grand narrative of the world, he is not the hero. He is the villain, a tragic figure destined to be a stepping stone for a rising protagonist, fated to lose everything he holds dear over a manipulated misunderstanding. Meira Su is the quiet daughter of an allied family. She has loved Arya her entire life, a silent guardian watching from the shadows as he marches towards a doom only she can foresee. Bound by a love that transcends a single lifetime, she is the only one who knows the cruel truth of the coming storm. When a twist of fate grants Arya a heaven-defying power of his own, he is given a single chance to rewrite his tragic end. To survive, he must become a ruthless puppet master, playing a dangerous game of destiny where every cultivator is a potential pawn. Caught in a web of plots and prophecies, Arya and Meira must forge an alliance of their own, navigating a world of political intrigue, deadly rivalries, and the rising threat of a so-called "hero" who wants to claim their world for himself. Can their bond, a fragile spark in a world of darkness, be enough to defy a pre-written fate? "I am the protagonist's goldfinger" is an epic Eastern Fantasy filled with heart-pounding action and a deep romance, where two souls must stand together to seize a future that was never meant to be theirs. Read advanced chapters and support us on Patreon https://patreon.com/Drrajnovel Check out my other works Marvel: Under the Gray Fog Reborn in The Boys with a Plunder System: My Target is Homelander

Is strength truly the answer in a world full of monstrous people? Among these so-called monsters, one stands above all—the supreme ruler. His name is Lucian. Once an emperor, he was transmigrated after his death. This is his tale—a tale of the strongest man in all the worlds, a man who seeks nothing but true strength.

I reincarnated into a fantasy world and got the universe's most powerful mentor. Unfortunately, he's also the universe's most powerful pervert. Takeshi Yamada died saving a cat from traffic. Noble? Yes. Smart? Debatable. He woke up in a fantasy world as Ryker Ashford, a low-tier noble with crippled cultivation potential. Perfect setup for an underdog cultivation story, right? Train hard, break through limitations, become a legend? Wrong. Because bonded to his soul is Zyx'althar the Infinite—a 10,000-year-old cosmic scarab who's mentored 47 legendary heroes and possesses knowledge that could reshape reality itself. He's also an unrepentant degenerate with a very specific type. "You want to fix your meridians? Compliment that twink" "I'm not doing that." "Then enjoy being magically impotent forever." "...What do I say?" "Tell him his eyes hold the mysteries of twilight. And make it smoldering." "I hate you so much." "Save it for the bedroom, darling." Ryker just wants to be a normal cultivation protagonist—stoic, powerful, respected. Instead, Zyx's "Path of Harmonic Unity" requires him to break every social norm, befriend femboy elves, compliment assassins mid-combat, and somehow become the Academy's most confusing student. The worst part? It actually works. Every time Ryker follows Zyx's insane advice, his cultivation skyrockets. That embarrassing conversation with the pretty boy ranger? Breakthrough to Rank 2. Accidentally flirting with the goth assassin? New combat technique unlocked. "This is just Gintama meets Reverend Insanity but everyone thinks the MC is a himbo." - Probably accurate "My cultivation improved 300% but my dignity is in the negatives." - Ryker Ashford, Year 1 "I see this as an absolute win." - Zyx'althar the Infinite, Destroyer of Reputations

Leo was just a regular guy. Clear-headed, physically fit, and making every effort to lead a capable life. However, following a pointless death, he is brutally sent to a different realm, where he awakens on a lofty mountain located deep into Oni race territory. He is forced to choose between being executed or taking part in a ritual hunt where survival isn't even guaranteed, as a result of trespassing onto restricted grounds. Leo is thrust into a world where he must continuously prove himself in order to survive, armed only with his prior training, his unique ability, and a quiet spirit committed to his development.

magic , technology, strength, all these are tools for the development of mankind. Cassian Ainsworth was here to show the lead this world into an era of a new civilization.

Respect the original work to the greatest extent + slightly adapted, starting from a Hollow and growing until all the system power is gathered and transcending the three realms! My name is Ronan, I am a Hollow, I am also a Bleach, a Quincy, a Fullbringer, and at the same time I am a human. This is a story about traveling to the world of the Bleach to seek transcendence!

A failed transmigrator is reborn, luckily arriving in the world of Fairy Tail. Possessing the cheat ability to analyze extraordinary powers, Hope is determined to reach the pinnacle this time. Slaying dragons, vanquishing evil, destroying gods... Law, shattering, imbuing... All magic will be mine!

He failed once—and learned that heaven never plays fair. Regressing through time, his soul abandoned its original body and seized a new vessel with greater potential: Gu Qinghe, the scorned Young Master of the Gu Clan, mocked as useless despite his privileged birth. With all cultivation knowledge preserved and the Limitless Comprehension System, no technique remains obscure, no bottleneck unbreakable. Every art can be mastered, refined, and elevated beyond its limits. This time, there would be no hesitation. No mercy. No second failure. Everything had already been prepared. Using forbidden knowledge and absolute comprehension, he would rise step by step, crushing geniuses, overturning sects, and rewriting the order of cultivation itself. The era of his domination has begun.

Renjou Kael once awakened a cultivation system, only to learn that the world he was born into could never support true cultivation. Urged by the system itself, he chose death as a passage, seeking rebirth in a realm where immortality could be pursued. What awaited him, however, was not a traditional cultivation world, but a parallel Tokyo—one teeming with the supernatural. Ghosts wandered the streets, demons lurked in the shadows, vampires stalked the night, yokai roamed freely, onmyoji battled in secret, and even forgotten gods moved behind the veil of reality. Then, in cruel irony, the very system that led him there left and vanished. Its final gift was a legacy of forbidden arts: a complete inheritance of demonic cultivation techniques. Only then did Kael realize the truth. This dazzling, two-dimensional world was a paradise for a demonic path. Yokai could be refined into medicinal elixirs to restore flesh. Zombies could be dismantled and reforged into tireless bone soldiers. Endless demons could be sacrificed to form soul banners overflowing with ghostly power. With each conquered monster, his strength grew. With each step, he rose higher, treading a path of slaughter toward immortality, until he stood as the progenitor of a new demonic lineage.

I watched Advent of the Hero die the way it was always meant to: with the Demon King standing in the centre of the last city, and every last player wiped off the raid frame. The server shut down. The screen went black. Then a prompt appeared. A new cycle is ready. Participate? I clicked yes, expecting a joke, a final cutscene, an epilogue. I woke up under falling snow, inside Advent, at the start of the story. Only it isn’t a game anymore. No menus. No logout. No respawns. In the old world, the Hero gift belonged to the players. In this one, it belongs to a single person. Me. I’ve seen how this ends. I’ve already lived the game over. Now I’m back at the beginning, holding the last Hero gift in existence and trying to force a different ending out of a world that has already decided it wants to die.

Li Tianchen, the spoiled heir to the powerful Tianchen Group, lives a life of unchecked luxury, arrogance, and indulgence, believing wealth and status make him untouchable. One night, his casual humiliation of a quiet stranger in a bar sets in motion consequences far beyond his comprehension. Without threats or warnings, his family’s vast business empire begins to collapse—contracts vanish, assets are frozen, and long-standing allies abandon them. The downfall escalates into tragedy when masked assailants massacre his family. Li Tianchen survives only to witness his mother die protecting him, leaving him stripped of everything he once relied upon: power, money, and identity. Abandoned by friends and society, he wanders the streets as a broken man, haunted by guilt and loss. In despair and hatred, Li Tianchen forges a vow in his final days: if given another life, he will return to repay every wrong and seize true power—power that no wealth can buy. Death does not bring oblivion. Instead, his unyielding will draws the attention of a vast, indifferent force beyond life and death. Faced with the truth of his past arrogance and the promise of a crueler but greater path, Li Tianchen accepts the price without hesitation. The universe, vast and indifferent, seemed to pause. Somewhere beyond the veil of life and death, fate noted his determination. The scales of destiny, once tipped by arrogance, now waited for a force forged in suffering. Li Tianchen’s story, it seemed, was far from over and though the night was endless, the fire in his heart promised one thing: revenge, inevitable and absolute. One day, in a world that would tremble at his return, Li Tianchen would rise again—not as a naive heir, but as a force capable of rewriting destiny itself

Luciel strived to survive in a world that was suddenly plunged into chaos by monsters. Unfortunately, the base he was staying at didn’t survive the monster tide. So, after surviving in such a world for 7 years, he died. Luciel thought he had died, but when he opened his eyes, he was met with peaceful modern scenery. After looking around, Luciel laughed with joy and said, “Ha ha ha. I can finally enjoy such peaceful scenery again! No more eating expired food! No more sleeping in the open space! And there is no need to fight daily! To whomever brought me here, thank you very much. I will enjoy this life to the fullest!” He also woke up in the body of a male model who had just signed to be the contract lover of their boss. "Hmm, $5 million and a house in the capital as a separation fee, and $100,000 as an allowance every month. The boss also has a handsome face. Ok, no problem!” Luciel did enjoy his peaceful life for a few weeks, but afterwards he found out that the world he was in was the apocalyptic novel he read in his past life. He didn’t want to live in the same way as his past life, so knowing that he was the lover of the protagonist who died in the first chapter because he ran away, he decided to stay and rely on the protagonist. Luciel just wanted to rely on the protagonist to have a better life in the upcoming zombie apocalypse. However, he was forced to deal with the people flocking around to rely on the protagonist, and he was even forced to fight again just to save him. “Hey! I just want to rely on you! Why do I need to deal with a lot of things?” “It’s not my fault that some things happened.” “What did you say?” “Don’t stare at me with such a cold look. Don’t worry; you can continue to relax and just rely on me. You don’t need to care about anything else, as long as you care about me!” “Huh? Are you still dreaming?” ------------ This is a story about how Luciel lives in another apocalyptic world and how his contract relationship with Treyton turned into a real relationship.

In her first life, July Mira was a girl the world overlooked, unlucky, unseen, and ultimately disposable. When death finally claimed her, it did not bring rest. Instead, she awakened in another world, inside the body of an orphan named Nyra, a girl so forgotten she had already chosen to die. she doesn't understand this new world but her bad luck must have followed her because she is born in the lowest realm among the three realms in that world. Her bad luck doesn't end there because she ends up getting caught in between the three realms and an abomination feared by all three realms. The mortal realm of Averin is not kinder. Power belongs to the cruel, the wealthy, and the watched. Nyra survives at the very bottom of society, where hunger is constant and hope is dangerous. Above her stand the Guardians, protectors who police the boundaries between realms. Beyond them lies Noxara, the Land of the Damned, ruled by Malzareth, King of the Damned, whose legions hunger for collapse. And beneath all of creation waits Nyxar, the Unmade a being born of nothing, a mistake even damned fear. Nyra does not matter to any of them. That is precisely the problem.

After dying in the apocalypse, betrayed by her boyfriend and best friend, Roanna “Rory” Smith wakes up in an Interstellar Beast World—a place where females are scarce and paired with multiple beast mates. But the quality of her mates depends on her rank. After five years of diligent work across the stars, Rory is blessed with incredible luck: she matches with nine extraordinary beasts. There’s just one problem—these nine male beasts either want to dissolve the match, ignore her, or try to swindle her wealth. Fed up, Rory decides to break all the matches and wait for a better batch. Then, suddenly, her mates come groveling for her attention, offering her all the power, riches, and status they possess. What kind of beastly magic is this?!