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I, Naruto, From the Start, Deceived Black Zetsu to Think I Was His Dad

While traveling through the world of the Hokage, Naruto suddenly found himself in a new form — Virgin Naruto! His power grows with every shadow he casts, for darkening multiplies his strength tenfold, while whitening weakens him. Remembering the tragic stories from the biographies of bloggers, he made a decision: to become someone to be feared. Hokage? — Let that title remain just a feather in the wind! Will of Fire? — To hell with it! Why not release Ōtsutsuki Kaguya and unite the ninja world, becoming a divine ruler? Half of the Nine-Tails’ chakra isn’t enough? No problem! Naruto went to his father’s grave using the Reanimation technique of the Impure World and obtained the second half. Reincarnation of Ashura, but with low blood concentration? No matter! He had already set his eyes on Sasuke: “Sasuke, your eyes look fine, take them out and give them to me!” Uchiha Obito was plotting and planning his moves, but Naruto intervened: Black Zetsu: “You need a father? Why don’t we free your mother together?” During the Fourth Great Ninja War, the resurrected Uchiha Madara, opening his legendary eyes, addressed Obito: Madara: “Obito, have you finished everything?” Obito, panicking: “Ancestor Madara, something went wrong! Hurry, Naruto is already on his way!” Madara looked at the army of the Allied Shinobi Forces, at their faces full of hope, and with a slight smile realized that the darkness Naruto had brought could change the fate of the world once and for all...
ezel_x · 239.2k Views

Evolution: From Calamity To Accursed Calamity

In a realm forged from the collision of two universes, existence is a meat grinder. Spanning dozens of galaxies, this "Great Link" has become the primary theater of war for the cosmos' most formidable factions. Here, Divine Entities fall by the thousands, their deaths fertilizing the soil for new ascendants in a relentless cycle of slaughter, carnage and greed. But from the friction of this chaos—the gore, the death, and the broken laws of physics—a new lifeform emerged: The Calamity. To the outsiders, the Calamities are not people; they are living ore. They are hunted for their essences, consumed as nourishment, or broken into servitude. While most are mindless beasts of destruction, a rare few are born with souls and intellect. They are the prey that knows it is being hunted. In a forgotten corner of this sprawling graveyard, a Rank 1 Calamity is born. He is the weakest of his kind, a flickering spark in a storm of divine-tier predators. He awakens with nothing but a primal directive: Ascend or be consumed. Yet, buried within his frail form lie three anomalies—illogical, reality-warping abilities that defy the established power scales of both universes. In a world where "strength" is measured by the bodies of fallen divines, one weakling must test the limits of his broken gifts. Can a creature born of chaos bring order to a realm of divine greed, or will he simply be the highest-quality resource ever harvested. ——— Simple:— A realm was formed when two different universes were connected. A realm that spanned for dozens of galaxies in diameter. In time chaos, death and disorder spread through the whole realm, and from these mentioned elements came a completely new race of beings; which the lifeforms of the two universes termed as [Calamity]. Most were savage; unintelligent in nature but there were some, stronger ones who were born with sentience, intelligence! The calamities hated it as their home was ravaged by war and their kind was hunted because of greed, as they were seen as nothing but resources by the outsiders to either consume or tame! However, despite of everything, they couldn't do anything, as if they had a few strongs, than the outsiders had many on many strongs. The massive realm had become the main focus of all the main powers of the two universes. it had become a main ground where three different powers fought on a daily basis in every corner of the realm. Every day there were [Divine Entities] that fell to their doom, but every day there were also many how ascended to [Divinity]. The opportunities and the resources were abundant, along with the dangers and death that came hand in hand with them. Meanwhile, in such an environment; a weak calamity was born in some far corner of the realm. Away from the real dangers, yet still not, because even though, he had sentience, he was born weak and ignorant. Only born with the superficial knowledge; that his kind was hunted, and he must become stronger as soon as possible if he wants to survive, and not become nourishment for someone else. Nonetheless, though born weakest as a rank 1 calamity, he had something special that not many had. An absurdly and illogically strong ability, another absurdly strong ability and another strong ability. However, it was still unknown, if these abilities were even strong enough to make him survive, let alone make him strong, stronger than anybody else, or perhaps strong enough to make him climb to the top. The Apex! ——— Note: The MC is indeed born with strong abilities, however that doesn't mean those abilities will make him insanely stronger from the start! No, instead to become strong and peerless, he would have to work for it, and suffer for it! Only then would he be worthy enough to be called.. ——— Power Stones—250—1 Chapter Golden Tickets—50—1 Chapter [For both effects stackable up to 5 times] ——— Gifts— 1000 Coins—1 Chapter 5000 Coins—5 Chapters 10,000 Coins—10 Chapters so on, so on... ———
Ainzzol · 25.9k Views

House Of Puppets

Arthur Moreau vanished during a live broadcast. No warning. No transition. No last words. One moment he was finishing a world event in front of four hundred thousand viewers. The next, he was gone, and what arrived somewhere else was Gepetto: his character, his creation, the most feared Marionettist ever built in a game where power was the only language that mattered. The world that caught him is not new to collapse. Empires have risen, fractured, and vanished long before his arrival. Gods have existed, and some of them have died. What stands now is only the latest arrangement in a cycle that has never needed him. But something has changed. Players have begun to appear. Not as heroes. Not as chosen figures. As variables carrying power without understanding the system they have entered. The world does not pause for them. It absorbs them, bends around them, and moves forward. Gepetto does not try to fight it. He studies it. While others assert themselves through force, faith, or conquest, he builds something quieter. Not an army. Not a kingdom. A structure. Invisible at first. Distributed. Patient. A web that does not need to be seen to function. The skills are real now. The strings are real. And what they touch does not reset. House of Puppets aspires to deliver what the greatest fantasy novels have always delivered: moral complexity, narrative weight, a world that lives and breathes and reacts. It does this in the webnovel form, built daily, with the same structural ambition as any novel meant to be taken seriously. It is a story about control, belief, and the cost of acting in a world indifferent to your intentions. It follows a man who does not seek to win, but to understand the rules well enough that losing becomes unlikely. Because the puppeteer pulls the strings. But in a world this old, someone is always watching.
MisterElegance · 47.2k Views