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Through transmigration, Naohara became one of the Supreme Beings and freely indulged in this hard-won life in another world. Watching Momonga locked in a battle of wits with thin air, Herohero shamelessly slacking off, Demiurge confidently claiming he had already grasped the thoughts of all three Supreme Beings, along with the many strange and eccentric Floor Guardians, Naohara felt that joy could be found everywhere. This is a fan translation of 纳萨力克的灾厄龙王 by 魂悠. Please support the original author if you can.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own any character other than my OC. The cover pic is also not mine.

[WARNING: R18| Explicit content, and adult Themes] Kai was the best underground fighter alive. Then he slipped on a wet floor and died. Classic. He woke up in Aethon — a world of magic, legendary weapons, and monsters that level cities — with zero mana, zero sword skills, and one ability the System itself couldn't classify: [Martial Arts Mastery — UNRANKED] Then he killed a Rank-B beast with one punch. Live. On stream. In front of forty thousand viewers from his home world who had nothing better to do on a Tuesday. Now he's the most-watched streamer on two worlds, his viewer gifts are funding an ability tree no one has ever seen, and something in his combat aura is doing something it absolutely should not be doing. SSS-rank entities — creatures that haven't moved in centuries — are walking toward him. Not to fight. The System has no category for what they want. It just keeps sending the same alert: [WARNING: SSS-Rank entity has marked you as a compatible mate] [Current count: 1] [Kai: ...] He just wanted to punch things and hit 100,000,000k followers. This is not what he signed up for.

THIS IS A FANFIC WEBNOVEL!!! "Would you like your soul to be reincarnated into a preset body on a contract basis?" "Please be aware, host, that should you refuse, your soul will be wiped of all memories and recycled into Samsara." "The world you will be sent to is the world of 'My Hero Academia,' do you accept?" . . . . . . Yes / No . . . . . I've been sitting in this black void of nothingness, but giant chains everywhere for some reason? I might as well accept. Plus, I don't want to stay here any longer or lose my memories for what it's worth. Even if I'm being set up. I might as well accept.... THIS BOOK IS A FANFIC! ALL RESPECTS TO THE ORIGINAL OWNERS AND THEIR IP'S CREATIVE COMMONS AND FAIR USE: COMPLETELY FREE TO READ I WILL NOT RECEIVE A SINGLE PENNY OFF THIS NOVEL! Discord Link: https://discord.gg/Kus497scbm

Magic broke the world once. A dead empire reached too far, tore something in the sky that never healed, and sent civilization back to the dark ages. Eons later, the scar is still there. So are the monsters that came with it. A modern military officer opens his eyes in a ditch, in a dead man's body, in a region the kingdom uses as a dumping ground for its problems. The Badlands. Charming. He inherits a gutted city, a corrupt garrison, flooded mines, and a woman who can bend gravity with her bare hands. He also has something this world has never seen. The industrial revolution never happened here. It will now. ---------------------- 150 Power Stones = 1 Bonus chapter! 100 Golden Tickets = 3 Bonus Chapters!

In a world where magic is forbidden and witches are hunted, Ashlynn Blackwell has hidden her mark of the witch since birth. The night of her wedding she's betrayed and her secret is exposed. Attacked by her husband and his knights, Ashlynn was abandoned and left for dead in the wilderness. Rescued by the vampire lady Nyrielle, Ashlynn is offered a choice: die as a human or embrace her power as a witch. Bound by a mystical blood pact, Ashlynn is plunged into a world of ancient magic, immortal vampires, and deadly political intrigue for the chance to find eternal love. [Bronze Winner: Weekly Love Tales - Vampire] [Book of the Month: September/October 2024]

After dying in his past life Noah Von Neville gets reincarnated in the modern world as Noah Hearth. After some time he notices that there is a different flow of mana from his past life, unable to adapt he joins a cult to save himself. [All organizations, and character within the story are fiction. Do not copy or do anything done in the story.]

NOT A TRANSLATION ___ Elijah transmigrates into the Harry Potter world, expecting wonders of magic—only to awaken trapped as a soul fragment inside Voldemort's most infamous Horcrux: the cursed diary. Replacing the original Dark Lord's remnant, he becomes the charismatic young "Tom Riddle"... but freedom remains a distant dream. During the days when he stayed in the diary, Elijah continued to learn and digest Riddle’s knowledge, waiting for the opportunity of resurrection. It wasn’t until the summer of 1992 that Ginny Weasley wrote down words in her diary for the first time… "Dear Diary....." After endless years of formless torment, he will stop at nothing to claim a real, living body: deception, friendship, betrayal, broken hearts—every sin is just a desperate step toward escape and existence. As he rises with unmatched cunning and godlike magical dominance, the original Dark Lord stirs, igniting a brutal war for supremacy: Silas vs. Voldemort, where only one can claim the title of true Lord of the Dark. No mercy. No redemption. Only ruthless ambition. ___ Author's Note (Rewrite) Hey all, This is the full rewrite of my old fic "I Became Voldemort." I Became Voldemort started as a translation, but I hated the plot by ch74, so I ditched it and wrote my own story from there → ended at ch300. It ended up being a moderate success overall, but honestly, 20-30% readers dropped off early (before my original writing kicked in). The loyal ones who stayed? Absolute legends. Same core idea (transmigrator in the diary as a Horcrux, OP anti-hero vs. real Voldemort with a terrifying Dumbledore), just way better executed. Old readers: thanks for coming back. New ones: enjoy the glow-up. Let's go!

Next Train of Reincarnation | A WebNovel Following the end of a stressful workday, Hozumi Fumiko was exhausted from the endless workload at the Cabinet Secretariat in Tokyo, Japan. After the hustle and bustle of her work life, she went to Tokyo Station as usual to go back to her hometown during the Golden Week holiday. But unfortunately, her card was declined when she tried to buy a ticket for the train. She repeatedly swiped her card on the TMV, but the same ‘insufficient balance’ notification kept appearing on the screen. As time was running out, Fumiko found herself in a very unpleasant situation and became desperate when she heard that the last train to Osaka was about to depart soon. Suddenly, a stranger in a baggy jacket approached her — he offered a helping hand by trying to give up his ticket to her which she initially refused. In the end, she gratefully accepted the stranger's offer without checking the destination of the ticket… When she boarded the train, she felt a sudden wave of dizziness in her head. Oddly enough, there were only a few passengers inside the coach despite it being the night before the national holiday. She tried to stay awake but her eyelids were too heavy and she ultimately succumbed to the comfort of slumber as everything around her became white noises. Every stop is a memory, every ride a second chance. Authored by: MashiroEh

“Everything I’ve done was for them… and now, no one can stop me. No one, except, perhaps… her". For centuries, civilizations have been built upon stories. Some sacred, others forbidden. But every story is a form of power. And every truth, a form of rebellion. This Book 1 speaks of guilt, faith, crushing responsibilities, and the first tremor of a love that does not yet understand the magnitude of what it will one day destroy. It is not rebellion yet; it is the dawn before the tragedy. I am not trying to retell Dragon Age: Inquisition. The explosion of the Conclave is only the starting point that allows me to narrate another story... the intimate origin of a relationship that will change the world. When I began writing this story during the pandemic, I too believed the tale Solas had sold us. But I came to understand it was only one version within a greater fiction. He was, after all, remembered as the god of Lies, Treachery and Rebellion, depending upon the story. This book is the origin of the woman behind the myth, and of love before the fall. It is an elven tragedy, and all I want is to bare the wound. "I'm begging for you to take my hand, wreck my plans...That's my man..." All recognizable characters, settings, names, and lore belong to EA and BioWare. This is a fan work based on the Dragon Age universe. Original characters may appear, but the story remains grounded in the world created by BioWare. I am not affiliated with the copyright holders in any way. No copyright infringement is intended. It took me a long time to find the right tone and turn for this story. This is the third time I write about them, and the first time it truly feels like the story moves forward. Solas is a character who touched something deeply personal in me, a thread of rebellion that runs through my own life. I always felt I owed him a fic. Though perhaps… I owed it to myself. Writing this was beautiful. A personal journey, through and through. This is my little gift to the community, but also, to the apostate I became. “The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion.” Inspirations: All the Dragon Age novels, codex, and games. Epic: The Musical by Jorge Rivera-Herrans The Misery - Sonata Arctica (Cap "Lady Pain") "The Grand Design" by Stephen Hawking "Escape from Freedom" by Erich Fromm "Sapiens: A Brief History of Humankind" by Yuval Noah Harari "Nexus: A Brief History of Information Networks from the Stone Age to AI" by Yuval Noah Harari "A Long Way Gone" by Ishmael Beah "An american slave's journey to freedom" by Frederick Douglass "Perreo. Una revolución" by Cazzu "Everything I'll say to you tomorrow" by Elísabet Benavent "The Spinoza problem" by Irvin D. Yalom

The famous witcher Geralt from Rivia, on one of the orders received, found a girl who inspired fear, all the feeling told him to break her life. But he left her, deciding to raise her and called her Eliza. Everyone who saw this girl called her a demon, but she did not care, she had a “father” for all people, and Tsiri’s best friend, she didn’t care about the rest. From her father, she inherited a craving for battles, swords and women. In the future, she will be known as a collector of flowers. Another game of my fan fiction, I don’t know where he will lead me, I will not say that he will go according to the plot of games or books, but I will try to realize it. Yuri !!! Perhaps a harem?

Jiang Xuan, who transmigrated to Teyvat, activated a dual-world gate to his own world. Not only could he bring people to MC, but he could also activate various mods? Nahida: To get rich, first chop trees! Digging three feet down to fill in a mine! Hu Tao: Hey, those Pigmen over there, want to try this new coffin? Pure obsidian crafted, buy with peace of mind, die with reassurance! Venti: Eh heh! Tvalin, don’t look for me, I’m afraid the Ender Dragon will misunderstand! Yae Miko: Yae Publishing House is selling “Drawing Sword” in bulk! 999 damage per strike, essential for duels before the throne! Zhongli: In terms of universal rationality, this gun called a Barrett seems to be more useful than the Staff of Homa. … Years later, the slumbering Heavenly Principles awoke. Gazing at the world-changing Teyvat before her, she slowly formed a question mark with her mouth. “Heavenly Principles ahead, you are suspected of unlicensed flight within the city and will be detained and prosecuted by the 73rd Public Security Bureau of Teyvat.” “You have the right to remain silent. If you resist with force, we will not rule out deploying Titan Iron Golems and an aircraft carrier battle group.” “In addition…” “My lady, times have changed! join patreon.com/flokixy to access advanced Chapters and to support the daily update

No ai was used for this work ( ig mentioning this is imp nowadays). Seth is not your regular everyday normal mothe ... guy from Poland, who dies by the hands of Dio's great grand niece, is selected by universe and thrown across the multiverse into Tokyo ghoul ward 17. Making a more fun to read Tokyo Ghoul fanfic than rest. Will have elements and concepts of jjk, one piece and og tokyo ghoul(pre: Re). ............................................................................ ps: thxs for all the luv n support!! let me know your thoughts, suggestions or any feedback in the reviews! luv all.

“What if you could master every path of evolution at once?” Grey Lockhart turned that question into reality. With a mind that defied all limits, he rose step by step beyond what anyone thought possible, his body rivaled the mightiest martial artists, his mind outshone the strongest espers, and his energy could shatter the very laws of creation. Stronger enemies? He only grew stronger facing them. The world on the brink of collapse? Not while he still stood. Heroes, chosen ones, and so-called protagonists of the age—none could match him. He surpassed them all and left their legends buried beneath his feet. In the end, his limitless, world-breaking comprehension alone was enough to rewrite existence itself and claim the divine throne. Warning: This story contains world-ending beings, Evolvers capable of erasing reality with a single thought, unique transformations and a protagonist who grows endlessly, defying the very laws that govern existence. #EvolutionaryGrowth #InfinitePotential #Ascension #SuperhumanAbilities #Cultivation Read my review in the review section for more information. Join the discord for illustrations and discussion: https://discord.gg/yjNVUrSRhf

Having unified Britannia and established the Fairy Kingdom, Shirou returned to Japan in 1993. “Fuyuki… what a peaceful city…” He had thought he could spend the rest of his life in quiet peace, but then he caught sight of an unexpectedly familiar figure. “Morgan!! When did you get here?” Blonde Girl: “Just now some lunatic mistook me for Jeanne d'Arc, and now this… Seriously, how could anyone possibly confuse me with my royal sister? I’m King Arthur!” Shirou: “That’s hilarious. If you’re King Arthur, then who am I?” … This is a fan translation of 从妖精国归来的士郎 by 角宿一. Please consider supporting the original author if you can.

In a world shaped by a great war, magic, guilds, and a new frontier, an ambitious half-elf dreams of leading a guild of his own. The problem? He can’t cast a single spell. Armed only with stubborn determination and a strange scepter, he sets out to carve his place among adventurers and lead his guild to greatness. Together, this unlikely band heads into a land of uncertainty, monsters, and mysteries that few dare to tread. Gold is plenty, danger is constant, and survival is anything but guaranteed. But as the boy’s journey begins, whispers of darker powers stir along the surface of the continent and beyond, ancient magics and forgotten enemies long thought sealed away. His dream is simple: build a guild and explore the the world, however, the world has other plans.

Marriage was set for Scott Devlin with an unknown bride that his uncle-turned-foster-father arranged for him. He was permissive to return the kindness for keeping him as part of the Devlin family, but anxious to be tied down to a human. The marriage was something planned, shrinking his world for him not to imprint. Growing up, he has been warned that blood will mark his life as soon as he meets his mate. Skeptic of the foolish warning, as an Alpha of the Grayback Clan, Scott thought that the marriage won't ever draw a line for him to imprint, and that his fate is always written in the stars. On the day of his wedding, a turnabout shook the Devlins when Scott didn't show up... The Devlin siblings took the matter in their hands knowing that their brother, despite brazen and blatant, have a soft spot for their father and would never dare defy his wishes. Leaving his bride alone at the altar, her tears streamed down her cheeks, only they were happy and satisfied for being stood up. Taking the opportunity to runaway and escape her overwhelming taxing life as a doctor and only daughter of Alva Woodsworth, Diana fled to the island where their honeymoon should be spent. She considered it as a treat for being (un)lucky in life. It's true that when stars align, the universe will work in your favor. And so, in one of the most unexpected nights of Scott's life in a private island that no one can simply go into, his world crashed into the hands of this woman whose scent made him weak to his knees. As soon as he gets lost in her eyes, he knew it was the compelling works of the imprint. "My Luna", he told Diana.

When gods get a random idea, a spark of inspiration to try something new, just to see what might happen. Mortals experience life altering changes, some bad, some good. Two children born from some of the most random acts, each were given one of the god's many names, granting them immense potential without even realizing it, and signing that they'd grow to be each other's love. Ceraunius, and Gamelia, the last children of Zeus and Hera familias the final link for Bell, and his twin sister Zaria, have to the familia they never knew they had. The antics caused by the re-emergence of these two creates cascading ripples through the Danmachi world. Disclaimer: I do not own the Danmachi series, please support the official release!

In the year marked as the dawn of the gods, ethereal beings with skin that glowed like pale moonlight descended into Eldoria. They called themselves Vanynars, a race of beings with unfathomable beauty and power that negated the basic principle of the world, mana. They possessed a deeper connection to the natural affinities of the world, powers that couldn't be comprehended without the possession of mana. And yet… they did, despite their lack of it. The humans worshipped them, saw them as divine, and looked up to them as a guiding light. Many became a part of their systems, authoritative figures at the highest level of a political system. To follow them was to gain salvation. Or so they believed. But with them… came the Curses. A vile race of atrocities that descended at the same time as the ‘gods’. They were cruel and abominable, bloodlusted creatures with human appearance. To the humans, they were the darkness. A bloody war was fought, lives were lost, and the curses… they fell. Or at least, that was the story the world chose to remember. Their deaths marked the beginning of a new era, the fall of curses. A fragile peace built on the graves of thousands. Asterion was born into it. He grew up possessing no family background and, sadly, no mana core. A street rat that only cared about his own survival. Until he faces a threat far greater than himself, a threat that his cunning and wit couldn't save him from. Something that didn’t care how smart he was. Something that couldn’t be outplayed. That was when the realisation struck him—strength was a necessity in the world he lived in. Cunning alone wouldn't guarantee his survival. Power had become a requirement for survival. He had no dreams of being a hero. He had no dreams of being anyone at all. But when the world begins to rot and die, would the strength he seeked save him from it? Or would he be forced to make decisions far worse… just to live?