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Koseizoku

In a world three times the size of Jupiter, most are ordinary—yet a rare **8%** are born marked by the **Irregular Factor**, a mysterious anomaly that grants supernatural abilities. These gifted few are feared, worshipped, and hunted. They are called **Irregulars**, and every one of them is a potential threat to the established order. Humanity sails an endless oceanic frontier in the **Golden Age of Piracy**, where legends travel faster than the wind and danger lurks beyond every horizon. At the top of the lawless world of pirates stand the **Six Hexarchs**—the six most powerful Irregulars alive, each commanding enough might to topple nations. Their names alone can start wars… or end them. The tyrannical **Navy** enforces justice upon the seas, led by the ruthless **Admirals** and overseen by the mysterious **Vanguard Conclave**, the world’s unseen puppeteers. Below these shadowy elders are the god-like **Heavenly Scions**, nobles whose cruelty is matched only by their privilege. To counter the power of piracy, the Navy has even allied with outlaws: seven state-sanctioned pirate lords known as the **Seven Sea Reavers**, each allowed to ravage the seas in exchange for loyalty. But everything changes with the legend of the **Genesis Sigil**—an ancient relic said to be the first object ever touched by the Irregular Factor itself. Whoever claims it will gain *absolute dominion* over all Irregular powers. For the world’s strongest, it is the key to supremacy. For the oppressed, it is the key to freedom. For the wrong hands… it could mean the end of the world. Across the boundless ocean rises a new pirate crew chasing dreams, revenge, and the truth of the Irregular Factor itself. Their journey will cross warlords, admirals, tyrants, and gods, igniting a storm that will reshape the world. **This is the story of Koseizoku—where destiny is earned, not granted.** (With a respectful nod to the legendary adventures that inspired it, especially *One Piece*.)
Ryazai · 9.8k Views

Fate: I Just Want to Die and Sit on the Throne of Heroes

I crossed into the world of Type Moon and, for some reason, the Root itself recognized me. As long as I die an abnormal death, I can ascend to the Throne of Heroes and become its lord, an existence stronger and freer than even the Seven Grand Servants. So, in order to die, I started acting like a complete fool across the Nasuverse. I cursed Gilgamesh to his face in Uruk, challenged almighty Zeus in Greece, openly kidnapped Skadi in Northern Europe, proclaimed in Israel that Solomon was a demon god instead of a holy king, and even stood at Morgan’s side in Britain. Yet for some reason I am still alive. By 1994, Fuyuki City, history has given me a ridiculous list of titles: the third friend of the Most Ancient King, the first prime minister of Mesopotamia, the man favored by the Greek gods, the king of giants in Northern Europe, the incarnation of God who awakened Solomon’s humanity in Israel, the miracle worker supported by Prince Camelot. On top of the Fuyuki Bridge, a young yet world weary Lovi sits on the railing, staring at the city lights and sighing. “Tell me, what exactly went wrong? Or you could just kill me here and let me finally ascend to the Throne of Heroes. Please.” Kiritsugu Emiya lights a cigarette, glances at Artoria holding the Holy Spear, at the treasury of the King unfolding beside Gilgamesh, at the crimson spear tip reaching out from the distant Kingdom of Shadows. The cigarette in his hand trembles slightly.
FanficLord03 · 1.1m Views