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House Of Puppets

Arthur Moreau was not just a player. He was the best. In a massively multiplayer game notorious for its brutal complexity and unforgiving systems, Arthur stood at the top. While others blamed imbalance or randomness, he mapped mechanics, dissected probabilities, and reduced chaos to structure. His reputation was not built on personality. It was built on dominance. At the center of that dominance stood his character: Gepetto. The most powerful Marionettist ever created. A class feared for its indirect warfare, battlefield control, and absolute manipulation. Gepetto did not overpower enemies — he repositioned them. He did not charge into combat — he decided who moved, who fell, and who never realized they were already defeated. Then, during a live broadcast, everything fractures. No warning. No transition screen. No system notification. Arthur is dragged into the game. Not as a beginner. Not as a weakened version of himself. But as Gepetto — at the height of his power. His skills remain. His mechanical knowledge remains. His understanding of builds, factions, exploits, and hidden systems remains. What changes is the world. Pain is real. Death is permanent. There is no respawn. No reset. No logout. And the systems he once exploited now react unpredictably — because players were variables. People are not. Trapped inside the body of the most feared Marionettist, Arthur realizes something unsettling: Power in theory is clean. Power in reality reshapes everything around it. In this world, the name Arthur Moreau no longer matters. Only one question does: Who truly holds the strings?
MisterElegance · 21.2k Views

OP: Transmigrated as a Half-Mermaid, I’ll Change the World for Robin

I transmigrated into the worst possible world of One Piece: a Celestial Dragon slave, a mermaid hybrid, and marked on my collarbone. But I know that in the West Sea, there is a blue-eyed girl on the run. So when I was twelve, I found ten-year-old Robin, gave her a bag of bread, three Berries, and a sentence she spent her whole life proving: "Knowledge is innocent." Then I turned around and joined the Navy. I was taken away by Vice Admiral Tsuru to become his disciple, trained by Vice Admiral Garp, and nurtured by Fleet Admiral Sengoku. I climbed to the position of general, my hands stained with countless lives, and built my web of power. I thought I could control everything, until the peacock died in my arms. From that day on, something shattered completely. His naval colleagues began privately referring to Admiral 'Cloud Fox' as "the silver-haired mad dog." It doesn't matter. I would rather become a disciple of the Five Elders, the Financial Martial God, and become Im's sharpest proxy, than hide my ambitions and purposes in the vortex. Hancock loves me, Vivi falls for me in a political marriage, Nami says my embrace is the only safe haven, Perona only stops having nightmares in my arms, and Reiju chases me from dreams into reality. But every night, I still touch the burning mark below my collarbone and think of those pale blue eyes in the granary. Robin, wait a little longer. Wait for me, this mad dog, to... tear the old world apart for you.
Solyura34 · 24.1k Views