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Don't be fooled by the title. I don't even have an iota of ego. Matter of fact, I'm the most humble man you'll ever meet! My name is Ziyang, and I'm here to tell you a story. You see that smug bitch holding a dagger to my throat? Well, it had been my humble ambition to take that egotistical, drowning in his own self-importance, arrogant piece of a shitfucker down. Atleast, that's what my original hope was anyway. Boy, can I not wait to tell you about the clusterfuck I put myself into. Gear up, my friends, for an excitingly long, wildly adventurous and heart-poundingly thrilling journey, because once you begin... you might just get addicted.

Two titans, one throne. Adisorn must embed himself within the machinery of CK Group—China’s most ruthless conglomerate. In a high-stakes merger fueled by vengeance and surgical precision, the line between partnership and ruin is razor-thin. This isn’t just business; it’s a masterclass in corporate bloodsport.

Naruto introduced himself enthusiastically, declaring his love for Master Kong beef noodles and his dream of becoming a jōnin. Sakura followed, saying she hated pretentious men and valued equality more than romance or careers. Naruto paused—something felt different, yet strangely familiar. After a brief exchange about symbols and hometowns, they somehow reached mutual understanding. Sasuke stared at them in silence, completely lost. Kakashi scratched his brow, sensing that this team was far from ordinary.

A century ago, colossal stone swords descended from the skies, stabbing deep at the heart of twenty-eight cities. Like so began the Sword Trials. Worlds against worlds, species against species, set in a separate, unique, battleground realm that resembled the greatest sword-themed, faction versus faction MMORPG to ever exist. Levels, Legendary Equipment, Hidden Quests, Guilds, Territories, Spawns, NPCs, Sword Skills, Loot that could transcend worlds through a special currency… Only those who can awaken their sword marks would be called Bladeborns, warriors of their race. Armed with Soulbound Swords of varying tiers that decided their ranking in the modern hierarchy, they would fight for the continued existence of their worlds. Ending the battle, however, proved far more difficult than expected. A seemingly unbreakable hundred-year stalemate was reached. The apocalyptic ending eventually faded from everyone’s minds, and being a Bladeborn suddenly turned into a profession. Some even treated the Sword Trials as a mere game. Schools began adding swordsmanship classes as a major subject, and those who excelled beyond their peers at the same high school would be called Sword Prince and Princesses. One such celebrity was Daru Finnley, a young man who had an unusual love for the sword. Named the Fallen Sword Prince after a disastrous awakening ceremony, the label of genius changed into garbage overnight. But his “trash” sword held a secret. And so did his soul… Three worlds WILL fall. #Guildbuilding (In the later chapters)

[Completed] - I'm planning to write more extra chapters for this novel. [Rewrite done] === Su Min transmigrated into the game world of "Path of Immortality" right after creating her character. Now she's a fallen noblewoman whose clan was executed as scapegoats for a certain prince's rebellion. At just fourteen years old, she's become the target of a powerful being that wants her body. With the Emperor also wanting her dead, she's being hunted by the entire empire. A fugitive and utterly alone, how will she survive in this increasingly dangerous world? (Note: I'm currently refining the translation to smooth out the prose. If you spot small changes during a re-read, that's why! The story itself remains the same.)

Walking through the streets, without looking both ways, is usually when Truck-kun sends a new soul to a different world... This is exactly what happened to poor Renji, reborn in the body of an Uchiha child named Renjiro. Panicked, afraid of the possibility of not even reaching the age to learn walking, he soon realises he still has time... It's not yet close to the boiling point, as he was lucky to be born early. Now, growing up right beside Minato, Renjiro vows to use his second life and all he knows about the world to change everything. To save himself, he is determined to protect those doomed by history and stop the tragedies that are about to unfold... But the past is fragile, and destiny does not like to be rewritten. Every choice he makes may send unwanted ripples through time, and every ripple may change someone else's future. Or simply... delay the inevitable. And when too much has already changed, who knows what would happen next? Can one soul rewrite the destiny of so many others, or will the butterfly effect turn his good intentions into a new kind of catastrophe? Hey-ho, Dear Readers! If you want to know a little more before heading into it, I thought to pop in and give you some bullet points about what to expect from this story. - OC lead to give myself more freedom, instead of taking over an existing character. - Slow progression, from childhood to adulthood. - No OP MC, but strong enough to keep the pace with the likes of Minato. - As mentioned, the MC will be growing up alongside that generation. I am aiming to recreate a Team 7-style early time, with the MC, Minato & Kushina, under Jiraiya's lead. Now, I know, for those who read the Minato one-shot, won't like it, or who knows... For me, that story had multiple great points, yes, but it also has issues when slotting it into the original timeline. Anyway, long story short, I am going to ignore that, use the original timeline as a base, and lift over those parts that worked as a whole. - I'll do my best to stick to the base lore, but I will bend it where it serves the story. Especially as things get changed and we deviate more and more from supposed events. - Lastly, I will try to keep closer to the original lore, not the Shippuden one, in terms of power creep. Sharingan use got out of hand, and although the MC is of the Uchiha clan, I want to keep it reasonable and bring back the Sharingan from the OG Naruto. That is all, really. As for romance, it may happen, but no, the MC is not going to steal Kushina, don't even think about it. His goal will be simple: to prevent the incoming tragedies to the best of his efforts, and if and when Naruto is born, he will have his parents. Expect 2 or 3 chapters per week.

Aurelia Vale spent her entire life believing she was nothing more than a powerless human living among werewolves. Without a wolf. Without a mate. Without a place she could truly call home. In a pack that valued strength above all else, she survived by lowering her head and enduring their scorn in silence. The Alpha heirs despised her. The future Beta dismissed her existence. Even the warriors treated her as an inconvenience. When the cruelty becomes unbearable, Aurelia walks into the Moon Goddess Temple to sever her bond with the pack forever. She never expects her blood to awaken an ancient power thought long extinct. Thunder shatters the sky. Her wolf emerges. Aurelia is not human. She is a White Wolf, heir to a forgotten bloodline that once ruled over Alphas and commanded entire packs. Worse yet, the scent of five mates binds itself to her soul the moment she awakens. The very men who once humiliated her now feel the pull of the bond. The pack that cast her aside now kneels before her power. And a mysterious fifth presence watches from the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to claim what he believes is his. As Aurelia flees the pack that betrayed her, her strength continues to grow and long buried truths begin to surface. Faced with obsession, regret, and a bond she never asked for, she must decide whether to grant forgiveness or tear down the hierarchy that once broke her. This time, Aurelia is no longer the one being chosen. She is the one who decides who is worthy of standing beside the White Luna.

In a world ruled by Might, one human dares to defy fate. Flying races soar through the skies. Titans crush mountains with bare hands. The Blaze Elementals ignite fire with a whisper. But humans? They have nothing. No magic. No super strength. No divine gifts. Except one thing-a mind that refuses to bow. Kael is the last known human in a realm where power is everything. He can't summon fire or wield magic. But he builds. He invents. He adapts. With machines and science as his weapons, Kael challenges gods, monsters, and legends alike. As ancient threats awaken and reality itself begins to unravel, can one human armed only with intelligence and grit protect the world that once protected him? Brains vs. Might. Logic vs. Magic. One human vs. the impossible. This is not just a fight for survival- It's a war to prove humanity was never weak.

Fate is treated like law—recorded, preserved, unquestioned. But history is not the truth. It is what survives. For years, I’ve carried memories that are not mine—visions of executions, betrayals, and events erased from all records. Speaking of them invites isolation. Silence became survival. A university research program brought me back to India after years abroad. The project wasn’t about preserving history—it was about uncovering what civilizations hide, what narratives are rewritten, Who benefits from forgetting. How advanced they were and what connection it has with other countries. With a small group—some friends, some mere acquaintances—we were meant to research, But curiosity pulled us to ancient temples, more for knowledge or amusement than research. And there, the temples remembered me. Each site sent violent sensory intrusions crashing through my mind—recognition without context, pain without injury. My teammates looked at me with suspicion, confusion, even fear. Until I made a temple bell fall on my own head. Consciousness returned in fragments. A sharp metallic impact. Pain blooming across my skull. Voices overlapping in a language I understood only in broken pieces. Every word I tried to speak landed wrong. My body was wrong, my gender was changed. My presence… forbidden. Then hands seized me. Too many hands. I was dragged upright, feet scraping stone, vision swimming with furious faces. Someone shouted a word I didn’t know—but the intent was crystal clear: Death. Stones flew first. Threats came next. A blade rushed forward before armored soldiers forced the crowd back. Their presence didn’t calm anyone. It sharpened them. Half-carried, bound, I was led through streets older than memory, into a palace already arranged for judgment. Inside, voices rose—officials, nobles, demanding immediate execution. Betrayal, deception, false death. And all for a body I did not recognize as mine. Then, silence. A man entered. Young, composed, dangerous in the way that restrained things are. No crown, yet all authority in the room bent to him. Even the bloodthirsty lowered their eyes. He looked at me—and the air shifted. Recognition. Sharp. Personal. A mistake made twice. I knew him instantly, despite impossibility. History would later label him a tyrant, a name associated with cruelty, mass punishment, and deliberate erasure. The arguments resumed, louder now, demanding the king’s permission to end me. They insisted this man must die before he destroyed everything. But The prince defended me. Even risking his crown, his life. Not for me—but for the body I occupied, the truth it carried. Execution was delayed. Not forgiven. Not denied. Simply postponed. Under watch, I breathed where I should not have. My goal wasn’t to prove innocence—I didn’t even know whose life I had stepped into. It was to find a way home that may not exist. And yet, the truth began to surface—not through confessions, but through absence. This body had uncovered something hidden deep within the palace. Something that turned admiration into hatred, loyalty into murder, in a single heartbeat. The man whose name I wore had once been loved. Then silenced for exposing a truth no one dared to see. Why am I here? Why in his body, bearing a past I did not live but must reckon with? They will try to kill me again. History will repeat itself. The innocent will be labeled sinful. The broken will be the key. The truth… will demand blood. But I am not him.

A flute disappears from a locked room in coastal India. There are no signs of theft, no broken seals, and no reason it should be gone. Raghava Cholan is brought in because he notices what others dismiss. He doesn’t chase suspects. He studies residue—warmth where there shouldn’t be any, vibrations without sound, and patterns that repeat across unrelated cases. What begins as a single investigation slowly opens into something larger. Because the objects aren’t the real target. And whatever is taking them is doing it quietly, methodically, and without leaving the kind of evidence anyone expects. What begins as a single investigation slowly opens into something larger. Because the disappearance is not an isolated event—and the silence it leaves behind feels deliberate.

Born into the ancient Ebonhart Ducal House, a bloodline that has stood beside emperors and buried gods, Vladis Ebonhart was destined for greatness the moment he first drew breath. Yet destiny is never so simple. Within his veins sleeps one of Three Ancient Divine Physiques—a body so rare that even the oldest vampire chronicles speak of it only in whispers. To reach the peak, he must master not only his cultivation and bloodline, but the truth behind the power he carries. For in a world ruled by blood, law, power and lineage, the greatest danger is not being weak… It is becoming something the world was never meant to contain.

Volume 1 Perun, an ordinary young man struggling through routine life, finds his world overturned when Vaelor an enigmatic Herald from the Realm of Dominion enters in his life. While Perun takes a risky job as a bodyguard to a girl which was surrounded by danger, unknowingly stepping into a web of threats, Vaelor begins work as an investigator, confronting brutal crimes that shake even his otherworldly resolve. As danger closes in, Vaelor introduces Perun to a forbidden artifact: a fragment of a divine entity. Through it, Perun forms a pact with an unknown power symbolized by a fish—granting him brief surges of strength and speed at a cost he barely understands. Now bound by secret rules and hunted by forces he cannot yet see.

Syndic Mitth'raw'nuruodo. Chiss, officer, imperial. Thrawn. Thirteenth Grand Admiral of the Empire. The only alien in the service of Emperor Palpatine spent many years in the Unknown Regions. His return in 9 year after the Battle of Yavin 4 restored hope for the Imperials to regain control of the galaxy and defeat the rebels. The happiness did not last long - the Chiss was killed by his own bodyguard, and the Empire again plunged into crisis. But today the New Republic faces a completely different Grand Admiral... *** Webnovel does not actively promote Grand Admiral, so this saga’s future here depends on your actions. If you find meaning in these chapters, leave a comment, write a review, and give your power stones. Every word, every stone, every sign of support boosts this story’s visibility—and motivates me to create more and ascend to even greater heights. For every 200 power stones, an extra part will appear as a gift for all readers.  If you wish to unlock full volumes and read far ahead of public releases, support the Archive on Patreon—currently there are 20+ chapters in advance: Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/Granulan For those who seek fellowship—discussion, news, or the company of other readers—our Discord waits as a gathering place for every voice: Discord: https://discord.gg/vEY7zMQG4H And also go check boosty of the original russian author: boosty https://boosty.to/marnomax

As everyone knows, the disaster of the Beast Pirates can live, but it cannot live without doing anything. King :"The weasel self-esteem emperor!" Queen: "Sing, dance, rap!" Jack: "Bring the ship closer!" Gurd: "What? Whitebeard is going to war with the Navy Headquarters? The housing prices in Sabaody Archipelago have dropped? What the heck, why are you still standing there? This is the perfect opportunity to buy in!" In an interview with reporters, Gurd happily expressed: "Buying land is my hobby, collecting rent is my pleasure." "As long as I buy up all the properties in the world, everyone in the world will have to pay me rent!" "Hehehe, what a wonderful idea!" "Hey, the property in Mariejois seems to have great investment value!"

Yang Hui mysteriously finds himself transported to the world of Mobile Suit Gundam 00, but as a child. He becomes a member of the Xiong family and embarks on a journey with a flawed, monkey-like system. Determined to change all the tragic events that haunt him, Yang Hui believes he’s set everything right, only to discover that the real challenges are only just beginning. (PS: The story is an infinite flow, with appearances from characters and mechs from side stories, though the main plot follows the core storyline. The early chapters focus on Gundam OO, while later arcs introduce super robots and fantasy mechs.)

After transmigrating from the short-lived world of Naruto to Douluo, Li Xun felt that it wasn’t too bad. Although this place is a world of fantasy and cultivation, the lifespan here doesn't get shortened. With Twin Martial Souls, Wood Style and the Soul Ring Combination, there are limitations, but Li Xun firmly believes that his firepower can cover everything. When Blue Silver Grass faces the Tree Realm Descend, Tang San begins to doubt everything. "Yu Xiaogang, is this the Soul Ring combination you gave me? You tricked me..." "Are you really going to use a century-old first soul skill to fight a Title Douluo?" Facing Yu Xiaogang’s persistent questioning, Li Xun retorted: "Even if the Master is a Title Douluo, he should still consider the actual situation when teaching!" "Oh, I thought the Master was his Title..." "Zhu Zhuqing, the prince was killed, will your Zhu family sisters die alongside him?" "With the changing situation on the continent, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect may not be opposed to collaborating with the Spirit Hall." "Well, I’ll just wait for that day." Qian Renxue smiled sweetly. Bibi Dong’s expression darkened: "Qian Renxue, I am the Pope!" The third trial of the Rakshasa God’s test—defeat Yu Xiaogang. "Yu Xiaogang, don’t blame me, you deserve all of this." Li Xun stood atop the towering Qian Shou Zhen (thousand-handed statues), controlling hundreds of arms to strike Tang Hao. Suddenly, he realized why Senju Hashirama called this move “Topping the Buddha”. It turns out it’s about breaking through the enemy’s spiritual core, sending them to enlightenment. ... Replacing Spirit Hall to strengthen the Seven Treasure Sect, many Soul Beasts crawl, and all the gods have the power to destroy. The path to godhood is full of obstacles, but new roads will be paved.

After transmigrating, Tang Luochuan became the biological son of Tang Wulin’s foster parents. Upon awakening his system, he began his extraordinary life. Detected your younger brother Tang Wulin’s body contains the bloodline of the Dragon King; upgrading to Golden Dragon King Martial Soul. Detected your classmate Xie Xie’s Martial Soul has some time-space power; granting the host the Time-Space Sword. Detected your girlfriend Gu Yue possesses the power of nine ultimate elemental forces; granting the host Elemental Affinity. Your comprehension is extraordinary, your forging skill level has increased. —— “Standing before you is a level 9 Forging Master Craftsman, a level 9 Mecha Designer, a level 9 Mecha Manufacturer, the lifelong enemy of the Tang Sect, the Spirit Transmission Tower’s Tower Master Gu Yue, the man of the continent’s highest academy’s dean Na’er, the most outstanding man in the world...” “Tang Luochuan.” Tags: Douluo, System Flow, Invincible, Multiverse, Unique Plot, Lighthearted, Fanfiction, Spin-off, Fast-paced

After accidentally transmigrating into Douluo Dalu and becoming Ning Rongrong, the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Clan, how will she—armed with knowledge of the original plot—make the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda even greater? Join Shrek Academy? No, no—perhaps there’s another choice… --- Read advance chapters on patreon.com/Ferasam

He was strong in life—stronger than those older than him, never falling behind anyone in a fight—but it was all empty. Death did not turn him into a great hero. It turned him into the lowest creature imaginable. Rentaru is reborn in a modern world… as an ordinary bee. No status. No respect. Only instinct and the desperate will to survive. Yet this bee remembers. This bee thinks. This bee yearns to fight. In a world ruled by cities, hunters, monsters, and the merciless System, he begins at the very bottom rung of evolution. One question remains: If a mind has awakened— can even the smallest creature rise to become a great emperor?