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Trong căn chòi rách nát, tiếng gió lùa qua khe liếp rít lên từng hồi, mang theo mùi máu tanh nồng quyện chặt vào cái lạnh lẽo của tro bếp đã tàn từ lâu. Trên tấm phản gỗ, người mẹ nằm bết bát mồ hôi, đôi bàn tay gầy guộc siết chặt lấy tay chồng như cố bấu víu vào chút hy vọng sống cuối cùng. Dưới chân bà, bà đỡ vừa đưa tay đón lấy hình hài nhỏ bé thì bỗng khựng lại, hơi thở dồn dập hóa thành một cái rùng mình tê dại. Đứa trẻ ra đời trong một sự im lặng đến rợn người. Không có tiếng khóc xé tan màn đêm, cũng chẳng có lấy một nhịp thở yếu ớt. Nó đột ngột mở trừng đôi mắt màu hổ phách rực rỡ một cách dị thường. Ánh nhìn ấy không hề mờ đục như trẻ sơ sinh mà sắc lạnh, già dặn, xoáy sâu vào tâm can người đối diện như thể đang phán xét cả thế gian. Nó khẽ vặn mình, cái đầu nhỏ cố sức lắc qua lắc lại, dò xét từng gương mặt trong căn phòng bằng vẻ tỉnh táo đầy ma mị. Khi người mẹ run rẩy ôm con vào lòng, một luồng điện lạnh toát chạy dọc sống lưng khiến bà suýt nữa đã buông tay. Đôi mắt ấy… tuyệt nhiên không phải của một thiên thần. "Nó... nó là con của Ác quỷ!" – Người cha thốt lên với giọng khàn đặc. Ông lùi lại cho đến khi lưng chạm vào vách đất lạnh lẽo, gương mặt biến dạng vì kinh hãi. Bản năng của một người nông dân chất phác mách bảo ông rằng, thứ này không thuộc về thế giới của họ. "Chúng ta phải giết nó thôi!" – Ông thì thầm trong hơi thở hổn hển, bàn tay thô ráp run rẩy nắm lấy con dao đi rừng dựng nơi góc cột. Người mẹ ôm chặt đứa trẻ hơn, nước mắt tuôn dài trên đôi gò má hốc hác. Bà nghẹn ngào giữa tình mẫu tử và nỗi sợ hãi tột cùng: "Nhưng... lỡ đây là đứa trẻ được Chúa gửi đến thì sao? Có lẽ nó chỉ... khác biệt thôi." Người cha bàng hoàng nhìn vợ, rồi lại nhìn vào đôi mắt hổ phách không hề chớp của đứa trẻ. Sự hiện diện của nó như rút cạn mọi hơi ấm trong căn nhà. Ông khuỵu xuống, giọng nói vỡ vụn: "Nhưng chúng ta không thể nuôi nổi nó... Sự khác biệt này sẽ bóp nghẹt tất cả chúng ta." Trong đêm tối mênh mông, dưới ánh đèn dầu leo lét, một quyết định đầy tội lỗi và hy vọng đã được đưa ra. Đứa trẻ được quấn trong tấm vải bố thô sơ, bị bỏ lại trước cổng nhà thờ lạnh lẽo, mang theo đôi mắt hổ phách nhìn thấu màn đêm thẳm sâu.

Daryl Copper is a small-time supernatural hunter and live streamer, who just wants to make enough money to survive. During a routine exploration, Daryl walks into something far beyond his level. Trapped in a deadly spirit domain, he is hunted and pushed to the brink of death, at the moment of death he awakens the Master Grade Supernatural Hunting System. The system turns supernatural hunting into a Gamified progression: hunt ghosts, clear spirit domains, gain EXP and points, unlock abilities, tools, and hidden mechanics that normal hunters will never access. From that moment on, Daryl’s life changes as he is pulled deeper into the real supernatural world, dominated by spirit domains, urban legends, hidden predators, and forces beyond human imagination . With a growing obsession for the supernatural and the system as his only advantage, Daryl steps into a world far more dangerous than what he is used to. Unbeknownst to him, behind the scenes there are even more complex schemes at play.

In a city of shadow and steel, where secrets fester behind every gilded facade, Leximus’ life is shattered by the brutal, inexplicable murder of his parents. Drawn into the orbit of a mysterious and dangerous man, he is recruited into a secretive organization that hunts those with unimaginable power. Here, he discovers the existence of Avatars—beings who can command the very elements themselves. Awakening to a power of his own, Leximus is thrust into a web of intrigue, deception, and blood-soaked ambition. Haunted by visions of death, consumed by a thirst for vengeance, and driven by the desperate hope of finding his lost sister, he must navigate a world where allies hide in plain sight, and every choice comes with deadly consequences. In this twisted Victorian landscape of smoke, shadow, and whispered secrets, will Leximus survive the darkness—and reclaim what was stolen from him—or will the city’s malevolent heart devour him first?

The Divine Spirit, Vasana, got inside the body of Fuyu, a young boy dwelling in a primitive world who only knew about farming and survival. From Vasana, Fuyu learned about Dual Cultivation and the existence of Upper Realm and the Immortal World, receiving his life's new goal: to follow the path of Immortality with Vasana's guidance. Join him on this journey to transcend his humble, ignorant self and become a true Divine Immortal being. "Oh, the power of reincarnation… yet, dying is still a hellish pain. Therefore, I have no desire to die." "But you will surely lose. The Emperor will exterminate you. He witnessed your presence with his wife and daughter, and you stand accused of the theft of the Immortal Sealing Divine Rapture," Vasana, the divine spirit, said with palpable unease. "You are bare-handed in this confrontation, while he possesses immense power and authority across all three regions." Vasana's apprehension was rooted in a deeper worry. The host refused to die, but without activating his third Nadis out of the seventy-two thousand before his passing, Fuyu would be unable to reincarnate himself. "Should he fail, I will be forced to seek out another soul. But the world order, which maintains peace and stability, will surely discover my mischievous actions. It would be disastrous for me to incur the punishment of the Heavenly Court for such meddling." "Do not worry, I will not lose." Fuyu smiled, his gaze descending from the Aphrodisiac Mountain of Purple Lilies. His eyes penetrated the deep, swirling sea of clouds below. His purple robe, interwoven with threads of gold, waved as if by an unseen cosmic current, lending him the majestic appearance of an Immortal God capable of sealing the heavens themselves. It would start from primitive world and go to cultivation world as it's destination. It will take some time till he reach Immortal world so until then enjoy the primitive world he was living in. You are going to love his grand masti.

Eliana Valthoria, an ordinary cleaning lady, lives a simple life in a modern city. To her, a mop is simply a work tool that accompanies her every day. But one night, the mop emits a strange light leading her to recurring dreams of two worlds torn apart: the modern world where she lives, and another filled with fog, dark castles, and mysterious shadows. Unexpectedly, the rift between the worlds opens completely. Eliana is thrown into an unfamiliar world, where myth and darkness coexist. There, she meets Lyra an elegant yet mysterious figure who calls Eliana the “Guardian of Light,” the only one who can stabilize the boundary between the two worlds. At first, Eliana refuses. She just wants to return to her cramped boarding house, pay her bills, and live a simple life. But when the mop that always accompanies her turns out to be an ancient artifact holding extraordinary powers, Eliana is trapped in a fate she never chose. Now, between the laughter of everyday life and the threat of darkness, Eliana must find the meaning of her existence. Can an ordinary cleaning lady become the guardian of two worlds? Or will the light he brings be the beginning of the collapse of everything?

This is a Translated fanfic, the Art is from Twai. Raw: 漫威里的假面骑士编年史 Author: 玄心墨谷 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Through the rift of space, Dan Kuroto gazed down at the battlefield below—where the Kamen Riders he created clashed fiercely against the army of Thanos, the invader threatening Earth. “It appears this cosmic tyrant is about to lose,” remarked his assistant, Izu, standing calmly at his side. Dan Kuroto’s lips curved into a mysterious smile, his tone filled with hidden meaning. “Thanos does possess unwavering conviction and resolve… but wiping out half of life at random? How boring.” “Are you planning to save that purple–potato–chin?” The woman identical to Izu in appearance, Azu, asked as she flicked the red-tipped ends of her long hair. Dan shook his head lightly, still smiling. “No need for either of you to intervene. I have already made arrangements.” Then he extended his hands as if holding the world itself between his palms, declaring boldly: “What awaits is another exhilarating Rider game. There is only one path— For I… am the One.” --------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Transmigrated as noble trash, he picks up The Great Hoe and decides to farm his way out of disgrace. No destiny. Just dirt, money, while the world overreacts.

One moment, he was living a modern life in a world he understood. The next, he is Patrik Rosier, an eight-year-old orphan at Wool's. Patrik quickly realizes that the Wizarding World is no fairy tale. He knows that in a realm of such terrifying power, morality is a luxury the weak cannot afford. There is no black and white, only shades of grey—and the cold reality that Magic is Might.

This is Original Fanon not translation. I wrote this fanon. Experimenting with titles... For Advance chapters: Rise of Kumogakure For Advance chapters: [patreon.com/aizenDuchiha0] --- Rukon, a Muay Thai fighter from Thailand, spent his life chasing victory and finally won the championship he always dreamed of. But soon after, circumstances forced him out of the sport he loved. Stripped of purpose, he spiraled into depression and took his own life. Instead of fading into nothingness, he found himself reborn in the Naruto in Kumogakure, as the grandson of the legendary Third Raikage, right in the middle of the Third Great Ninja War. Rukon begins reshaping the future of Kumo. He revives the forgotten treasures of the Sage of Six Paths, reforms the village's systems, and slowly alters the chain of events that once led to the Third Raikage's death. But his influence doesn't stop at Kumo. He even changes the fate of Hinata Hyuga, the girl he once admired, ensuring that Kumo's infamous kidnapping attempt succeeds in a very different way than history recorded. -- Genres: Action / Drama / Slow Burn Romance / Alt-Universe / Male-Oriented MC Pairing: OC x Hinata Tags: Reincarnation, OP Hinata, OP OC, Kumo-centric, Redemption, Found Family, Coming-of-Age, Divergent Timeline Updates: 3 chapters per week Quick Heads up: Chapters 1 to 60 will be 3rd great ninja war events and their changes, there will lot of changes from canon. Disclaimer: Please be aware that I don't claim ownership or credit for any pre-existing characters or content associated with the original Naruto or Boruto franchise.

Liu Wei wanted to be a librarian, simply taking care of the books he deeply loved. However, he was a son of a wealthy businessman and his future was already cemented. He fought for his passion and, in the end, he was cast out. With no home to go, he was hit by a truck and transmigrated in the cultivation world with a Legendary Librarian System! “Librarian, I read a book on how to cultivate chickens to start a business from your library and followed it. Why did my chickens suddenly fly and become a phoenix?!” “Librarian, I read the book about the alchemy process from your library and followed it. Why did my pills suddenly roar and manifest into a dragon?!” “Librarian, I read a book about how to take care of my horses from your library and followed it. Why did my horse suddenly grow wings and horn and fly?!” “Librarian…” They were in awe, the librarian and his library are shrouded in mystery.

An ordinary student with a life just as ordinary, with aspirations and dreams as normal as people hold dearly. That was the being Cale Dice embodied for his entire 15 years of living, only after touching a mysterious envelope sitting in wait to be torn open did that normality end. Eyes shut tight once and in the next moment he stood with what once was a majestic school hall, the scent wafting off of hazel timber distorted facial features, a place full of the unordinary. That was Gardenia, a world fully lacerated from the real world, a world where gods freely make their domains at the edges, not drawing an inch closer to the nucleus. To even reach the real Gardenia, Cale had to pass the screening trial he now was faced with, all while surrounded by malformed creatures that fueled nightmares themselves. And that.. would only be the beginning to his turbulent path to becoming the ‘Top’ Student of Gardenia

[From Monday to Friday, there's always a new chapter.] Born from a forbidden union of love between man and demon, Afro is a being too complete for this fractured world. To humans, he is an abomination. To demons, he is a lethal threat. He belongs to no race, and for that reason, he possesses the power to erase them all. Spared by a one-armed swordsman who chose to mentor the monster instead of killing it, Afro learned to bind his chaos behind a blindfold. But peace is a lie for a creature of his caliber. Betrayed by his peers and poisoned by envy, the seal has broken. Now, Afro wanders a blood-soaked path with a child (Himari) in tow, the survivor of his own hunger. He raises the girl for one reason: to become the blade that finally ends him.

In a system that survives by erasing names, one man chooses to remain. When a quiet decision triggers invisible consequences, an unnamed official becomes the axis of an institutional shift no one is willing to acknowledge. No announcements are made. No accusations are spoken. Yet procedures tighten, doors close, and silence spreads. As pressure mounts behind closed offices and moral lines blur, he must decide whether anonymity is protection—or a sentence. The Name That Could Not Be Saved is a restrained, psychological urban novel about power, absence, and the cost of standing still when the world adjusts around you.

Burned in the prison. Betrayed by the Crown. Cursed by fate. Elira Rothermere dies screaming beneath fire—condemned for crimes she never committed, forsaken by the world she once vowed to protect. But death is not the end. Time turns back when fire whispered "Right pawn, Wrong play, Let's try again. " She awakens in her younger self, ten years before that fatal fire, Elira knows one truth: This time, she won't be play it wrong. «You can reset the board a thousand times but a pawn who learns the game becomes something far more dangerous. » ◆◆◆◆•◆◆◆◆ :_Readers if you wanna recommend me some suggestions you can find me on : Instagram: @astromeda_9 and Discord:@astra_a_n_9999

In a world where serpents walk as kings and magic flows through ancient bloodlines, Elena steps into a realm she was never meant to see. Lost in a forbidden forest, she is saved by Seraph — a mysterious, breathtaking prince with eyes full of secrets and a smile that hides danger. What Elena doesn’t know is that Seraph belongs to the Serpent Realm, a world where beings can take human form… and where love with a human is forbidden. As shadows rise and ancient enemies awaken, Elena becomes the target of dark forces drawn to the hidden light within her soul. Seraph must protect her at any cost — even if it means revealing a truth that could destroy both their worlds. Magic, danger, passion, and destiny intertwine as love blooms in silence. But when the truth finally surfaces… Will love survive the curse of blood and scales? A dark fantasy romance filled with magic, adventure, secrets, and forbidden love. In a world where serpents walk as kings and magic flows through ancient bloodlines, Elena steps into a realm she was never meant to see. Lost in a forbidden forest, she is saved by Seraph — a mysterious, breathtaking prince with eyes full of secrets and a smile that hides danger. What Elena doesn’t know is that Seraph belongs to the Serpent Realm, a world where beings can take human form… and where love with a human is forbidden. As shadows rise and ancient enemies awaken, Elena becomes the target of dark forces drawn to the hidden light within her soul. Seraph must protect her at any cost — even if it means revealing a truth that could destroy both their worlds. Magic, danger, passion, and destiny intertwine as love blooms in silence. But when the truth finally surfaces… Will love survive the curse of blood and scales? A dark fantasy romance filled with magic, adventure, secrets, and forbidden love.

A code meant to vanish with an empire is being quietly executed in the modern world. In 1453, on the eve of Constantinople's fall, Byzantium's last scholars sealed the empire's most dangerous legacy amidst the Sultan's cannon fire—the "Twin Testament." This was no treasure map, but the ultimate formula for forging civilizational symbols into psychic weapons. Five centuries later, the testament's first line was written in blood in the Basilica Cistern of Istanbul. A symbologist was found dead, next to a single heretical symbol drawn in blood—one that fused and simultaneously tore apart the emblems of three great faiths. The sole person of interest, the scholar Aleksandr, found his mind flooded with historical flashes he had never lived: the rustle of purple robes, the sound of lead tubes being sealed, dying breath in a secret chamber. His illness was perfectly reconstructing every detail of the murder scene. As the investigation deepened, a shadow organization calling itself "The Purple Chamber" emerged. Their goal was not to find the testament, but to activate it. In the scorched ruins of a Sarajevo library and the resonance chambers beneath the Danube in Budapest, the clues pieced together a chilling truth: the testament's final chapter was a grand "historical correction." Through algorithms and a global broadcast, The Purple Chamber would, at a precise moment, implant a fabricated 'collective memory' into the screened subconscious of millions—a seed of primal hatred potent enough to redraw the world's civilizational borders. Now, the only key to stopping it is locked within Aleksandr's uncontrollable visions. And the countdown is set to expire during a live, global spectacle. When two competing versions of history are forced to confront each other in front of a watching world— How much of the past you cling to was carefully written for you? Memory is the final battlefield. And history is now approaching its pre-programmed conclusion. --- Who dares to turn the page and verify what is real?

Mortal That the Heavens Refused Yan Lin was born without a spirit root. In a world where cultivation decides fate, this single flaw should have condemned him to obscurity. Instead, it forced him onto a path no cultivator was ever meant to walk. Among mortals, Yan Lin forged his body, sharpened his will, and learned patience long before power. Long before hope. What he possessed was not talent—but a forbidden scripture, one that described a method lost to time: the extraction and implantation of spirit roots. A path meant for those with nothing to lose. An enigmatic elder did not give Yan Lin this knowledge—only guided him on how to survive it. Step by step, Yan Lin reshaped himself through restraint, preparation, and ruthless discipline. His journey drew him into a pact with a wounded demon, gaining a Heavenly‑grade spirit root at a terrible cost. From that moment on, Yan Lin truly entered the cultivation world. He joined sects. Endured trials. Built his foundation without shortcuts. Then betrayal shattered everything. Crippled and cast out by a Nascent Soul cultivator, Yan Lin vanished from the world—only to return decades later, tempered by time and absolute resolve. From the Mortal Realm to the Immortal and beyond, Yan Lin does not rise as a chosen one. He rises because he endures. The heavens did not bless him. So he learned how to stand without them. ---

11/10/202# Friday You won't beileve what just happened...this friday like any other days I woke up, showered, ate breakfast and changed my clothes to go to the school, upon arriving nothing really dramic happned I waved my hand to some people, and went inside my classroom...then lunch break I ate at my usual spot. after finishing we started the classes again...after the last peroid Mr.Perfect and his lackeys dumped their work on me...I couldn't do shit so I accapted my fate. so I went to the storage room I-I saw...I saw...It Was Just Supposed to Be Another Ordinary Day...

If one looked into a mirror, they'd find their reflection staring right back at them. But that wasn't the case for Damon. He woke up one night, only to find another face staring back at him. But that wasn't the worst case. The worst case was finding out you got transmigrated in a trashy third rate novel. Oh, and not to mention, the even trashier body he got transmigrated into. And a reminder, the world was doomed for destruction come a few years. What could possibly go wrong? Right?! ====== "It's like I was the one actually living it. I felt like I was Damon myself." "But that's not possible." "I am not Damon, I am...." "Wait... who am I?" –Damon.