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The 80’s Coffe Quen: Reborn as a Young Widow

They buried her husband on a cold morning— and the village smiled like it was finally free of her. Rashi Leonita was only a young widow, yet people looked at her like she was a curse. An outsider. A woman who should stay quiet, stay small, and disappear. In her first life, Rashi had already learned what it meant to lose everything. She worked until her bones ached, trusted the wrong people, and died with nothing but regret. So when she opened her eyes again… and found herself back in 1984, wearing the black clothes of mourning, standing in a village that hated her— Rashi didn’t cry. She didn’t beg. She made a promise instead. This time, she would survive. This time, she would win. The only thing she has left is a broken old house, a tiny morning stall, and a coffee farm on the hill— a farm everyone suddenly wants to take from her. Her late husband’s family calls it “their property.” The village council calls her “a problem.” The market bullies call her “easy prey.” But Rashi knows something they don’t. Coffee isn’t just a crop. It’s power. She starts with nothing but her hands— roasting beans over a small fire, serving coffee at sunrise, and selling her signature crispy bala-bala that everyone secretly loves but refuses to admit. The village tries to shame her. They whisper that a widow has no right to dream. Yet every morning, her stall grows busier. And then he arrives. Greg Veralta. A cold, sharp-eyed café owner from the city, famous for turning failing businesses into gold. He comes to the village for one reason: to find a coffee bean rare enough to save his empire. But the moment he tastes Rashi’s coffee… he stops thinking like a businessman. He starts thinking like a man who has found something he refuses to lose. Greg offers her a deal. A contract. A way into the city. Rashi refuses at first. She has been owned before—by poverty, by grief, by other people’s cruelty. She won’t become anyone’s “project.” But as the village turns more vicious and the farm’s ownership papers begin to unravel, Rashi realizes the truth: Someone doesn’t just want her land. Someone wants her gone. And the deeper she digs into her husband’s death, the darker the secrets become— because it wasn’t an accident. It was a warning. Now Rashi must fight her way from a small village stall to the ruthless city market, turning every insult into fuel, every rumor into profit, and every cup of coffee into a step closer to her throne. But the greatest danger isn’t the enemies watching her fall… It’s Greg Veralta— the man who looks at her like she’s already his. Because if Rashi becomes the Coffee Queen of the 80’s, she won’t just gain an empire. She might lose her heart. And this time… she doesn’t know if she’ll survive that.
ChoiSylvesterJung · 399 Views

MHA X ONEPIECE:DEVIL FRUITS WILL IN THE TWIN WORLD.

In a world choked by frost and indifference, twenty-year-old Ram dies as he lived: a nameless beggar on a violent, snow-covered street. His final act is not a plea for his own life, but a desperate bargain with the Grim Reaper to deliver a molded piece of bread to his starving younger brother, Luke. However, death is not the end for a soul as pure—and as stubborn—as Ram’s. Instead of fading into the void, his spirit is pulled into the Veil of Reincarnation, a celestial realm ruled by Lazoreza, the Goddess of the Alternative Universe. Accustomed to the greed and lust of "heroic" men, Lazoreza is stunned to find a soul that remains completely indifferent to her divine beauty, consumed only by a selfless worry for the brother he left behind. Moved by his unprecedented willpower and the tragic memories of his life on the streets, Lazoreza strikes a deal. She vows to grant Michael a life of luxury and the chance to achieve his dreams, finally freeing Ram from the burden he carried since childhood. But fate has a bigger role for the "Anomaly." Gifted with a mysterious power and sent to a new world (A.U. #0032404) by the hand of the Goddess herself, Ram is given a second chance—not just to survive, but to thrive. As he departs in a flurry of white butterflies, he leaves behind a smitten Goddess who has made a divine promise: she will wait for his return, no matter how many lifetimes it takes. . . . . . . . One Piece is owned by its creator Eiichiro Oda (manga), Shueisha (publisher), and Toei Animation (anime), while My Hero Academia (MHA) is owned by creator Kohei Horikoshi, publisher Shueisha (Weekly Shonen Jump), and Bones Studio (anime ) . . . . . . Cover Image Ain't Mine.
AmN_Not · 18.1k Views

One Piece: Starting from the Immortal Rocks Pirates

Summoned into the One Piece world as a true devil, Dimon lands on Hive Island and slips into the notorious Rocks Pirates. His starter skill is obscene: Eternal Wine—a crimson vintage that grants ageless, unkillable bodies to any who drink. But Dimon’s real sin is rarer still: he can devour immortals, stealing their knowledge, memories, and mastery to forge himself into something the seas haven’t named yet. From Rocks’ fall to Roger’s public execution, Dimon plays the long game—planting teleport sigils, bartering wine for power, and building New Era, a secret network that hunts Devil Fruits like sacred relics. He lures monsters to his side—Crocodile, Hawkeye, Smoker, even future titans—and trades them miracles for loyalty. When Roger is about to die, Dimon crashes the execution, pours Eternal Wine down the Pirate King’s throat on live broadcast, and kicks the world into a frenzy: treasure, immortality, freedom—the perfect storm. As the Seven Warlords are conceived to cage the tide, Dimon dons the mask of a centenarian sword saint, Yamamoto Genryūsai, to harvest the last flames of the Old Era—Rocks’ remnants like Wang Zhi, and to test fists with the living legends—Whitebeard, Garp, Sengoku. Every fruit found, every immortal devoured, unlocks darker Devil Techniques: from reality-rending “Overlimit Haki Arts” to future-twisting illusions of Nika. But the higher he climbs, the colder the air—because the Five Elders aren’t the final wall. Above them waits a gaze that never blinks: Im. This is not a prophecy. It’s a distillation—of eras, of sins, of power—bottled by a devil who refuses to die.
Mugiwara_TL · 1m Views