sliceoflife

Otonashi Chiya is mysteriously transported into the world of Devil Hunter / Chainsaw Man — a dangerous universe teeming with Devils and Devil Hunters. Upon arriving, he inexplicably gains unique powers: the Mangekyō Sharingan and specifially,the Dual Kamui! In this brutal world, he must use his new powers to survive, fight deadly demons, and navigate complex alliances. As he grows stronger, he confronts both human and demonic threats, forms bonds with others, and carves out his own path amidst chaos. (English Title:Chainsaw Man:Starting with Dual Kamui) by literary girl (Chinese title:电锯人：从双神威开始)by 文学少女 Disclaimer:I do not known this work or the world it was set in.All works belong to their respective creators.I actually read this on webnovel as Chainsaw Man:The Devil Eyes by MadBorne,but it was dropped 8 months ago,so I decided to translate do it on my own Tags: #sliceoflife #chainsawman #action #romance #system #transmigration #comedy (ps:I'll add more later) Enjoyyy!

A thousand souls died to give him a second chance. He plans to spend every one of them on revenge. Nova Almond awakens on Earth without memories—just a sickly child raised by a kind foster mother in a world where dungeons spawn monsters, the Universal System governs power, and the strong devour the weak. But when fragments of his past life as a cold-blooded prince of a fallen Ancient Human family begin surfacing, he remembers the truth: his father butchered, his sister hunting redemption through atrocity, his closest friend's knife in his back. Now, armed with genius-level technological knowledge and the slow return of his superpowers, Nova must navigate academy rivalries, Earth's shadowy organizations like the FIENDS, and the cosmic forces that destroyed his family—while rebuilding the Shadows, collecting his scattered soul pieces, and deciding whether the man he's becoming is the monster they made or something far more dangerous: a brother, a lover... and the rightful claimant to a throne stained in blood. "The universe is vast and cold and utterly indifferent to our suffering. But we are not indifferent. We are not cold. We are the fragments of shattered crowns and broken souls, and we will build something new from the ruins of everything that tried to destroy us. This is not a story about vengeance. It was never only about vengeance. It is a story about coming home." — Nova Almond, The Crimson Dominion of the Godless System WARNING: R-18 CONTENT

[Warning! Slice of Life at Core!] "Are you trying to tell me that the man who made the entire Northern continent tremble works in a flimsy bar? And he's a Water Mage???" The Emperor asked his knight. "Yes, sir. I saw him with my own eyes. He has two pet dragons and—" "Good gods! The legendary dragons that historically disdain humans as his pets?! We must have this man as our own at all cost!" The Emperor screamed in amusement, "Say, when you approached this man to speak with him, what was his reaction?" The knight gulped. "He... offered my men and I drinks, and told us to tell you, the Emperor, to visit his bar sometime." The Emperor's eyes widened, and narrowed back as he smiled. "Well, I just might." ______ Maxwell Duvon Belognia was once a reject, kicked out of his noble house for his lack of talent. His noble family was one that had produced reputable flame mages for ages, and Maxwell, who had an affinity to the water element, was a good-for-nothing. Disowned by his family, he ventured out into the world to build his own solid ground, and discovered that his talent in the path of water was much more than his family had ever imagined. Along his journey, he made friends that he loved more than his own blood, allies that could give their lives up just for his sake, and the best of all — he fell in love with a woman who gave him her heart and her soul. Until an unfortunate, world ending disaster struck on his world, ending everything dear to Maxwell in just a few seconds, including the love of his life. Luckily — or unluckily — Maxwell and his friend barely survived, thrust into a different, ruthless world where they had to grow stronger and struggle to survive. Years later, they became transcendent beings who ventured into the vast cosmos where they still fought to claim a place. They became gods. During all his years of constant struggling, fighting and ascending, Maxwell never the love he lost. Regret ate at him. If only he was strong as he was now. He was steadily approaching the end of his being. Just when he thought his soul would fade away without ever seeing his love again... "Why don't we break one of the ten absolute rules proffered by the Celestial King?" His friend suggested. Maxwell's eyes widened. "What rule?" "Regression." And so, after fighting to go against the will of fate and the heavens themselves, Maxwell's soul finally regressed with eons worth of knowledge to the time when he was just a mortal, kicked out of his noble house. The best part? All his divine authorities as a god — although weakened — were still linked to his soul, including his pocket dimension which held his treasures. And because of this, to the eyes of everyone in his world, Maxwell was a ridiculously overpowered being. As news of this enigmatic, overpowered water mage spread amongst the four continents of Cryst, every monarch and every major power desired him for themselves. But the man in question? "I've lived a life full of suffering, battles and wars. Now, with this second chance, I just want to live a calm life. To do that, I'll have to stop the world-ending disaster coming in a few years. But for now..." He opened the door to his bar, smiling as he gazed at his customers which consisted of legendary mages, legendary mercenaries, divine healers, knights and the rest, all waiting to recruit him. Finally, his warm gaze rested on his wife, waiting for him behind the counter. "This is enough."

I've been sick ever since I can remember. My dad's a drunk prick, and he doesn't treat my mom very well. My girlfriend cheated on me with my best friend, because she figures I'm going to die soon anyways. They all do. Hell, they're probably right. I've been to countless doctors, and they can't figure out what is wrong with me aside from the fact that my body is slowly shutting down. I don't have any friends anymore. My dad doesn't allow me home anymore, and apparently, I'm not even their real son. That was a real kick in the teeth. Only my mom tries to talk to me still, but there's always hell to pay if my dad catches her. At this point, I've accepted my end, and I wish it would just hurry up. At least, that's what I told myself, until I came across a new fuzzy little friend that would change my entire life. My name is Elias Crosse, and my tale is about get crazy. Notes: This story features an OP MC, so power development and growth isn't really present for him, although there is some. A lot of the growth mainly comes from other characters, and features a focus on said characters. Elias is also not someone who puts up with other character's bullshit, and routinely puts them in their place. I am tired of the trope of characters hiding their powers, or letting other characters walk all over them and theirs because they are not strong enough fo do anything. So, ladies and gentlemen, I give you Elias Crosse. I don't exactly know how to describe my story in terms of a genre. It has action, it has slice of life, and it has romance. There is no fade to black, and I can be very descriptive. I have been fixing, updating, and changing somethings for consistency, to improve the story, the grammar and errors, and for things to make more sense. The more I write, the better I feel I am becoming. I just write, and I have the ideas of where I am going in my head, but other than that, I just write the story as I see fit. As such, I forget some things, I miss somethings, and most often, some ideas in my head get jumbled together and it ends up not making sense some times. I am working to correct that as best as I can.

"Huh? Break up? When did I agree to this? Where did she come from?" **** Support @BlackZetsu

[This novel contains some explicit Content] Happiness is subjective, but the basis of achieving it is money. With enough money even the whole world will be after the one who holds the most money. One day Noah woke up to a holographic panel, that claimed to be the happiness system that wanted to make him happy, at first it assigned small tasks and slowly the tasks started to change, more and more women got involved in his life and his life started to change as the money accumulated.

I was reincarnated as Kakarot, a clone of Goku Created by Kami. --- Patreon./Pleam [(TAGS): HAREM/R18+/OVERPOWERED]

He doesn’t follow Teyvat’s rules. He breaks them. No Vision. No allegiance. Power that shouldn’t exist. From Mondstadt’s collapsing skies to the Abyss moving in the dark, every crisis escalates the moment Kaito steps in. The Archons notice—because he isn’t supposed to exist. Gods watch. Factions panic. The world’s rules begin to crack. This isn’t a journey across Teyvat. It’s the rise of the secret the Archons have been hiding.

Ethan Cole, who was reborn and obtained the Super Rich System, declared that he would never be a simp to a woman ever again. I've already been reborn, all that's left is to build my own empire, and obtain any and every woman I want, but this time... It'll be them being the simp. *Chapters will be uploaded daily*

Additional Book Tags; Physicological, Gore, Cunning male lead, Game elements, gods, Anti hero, Suspense, Large World, Gaslighting. Synopsis At the end of it all, Dssal was the one who built Pantheon. "My felicitations to the Nameless God." Hence, the apparent praise waiting for him—if he ever lived long enough to hear it. December 24th, 2026 marked the start of everything: the day he stepped into Pantheon. Not as some chosen god, though—that chance was barely there. Pantheon was a cosmic horror game, one in which Dssal entered as a throwaway nobody, burdened with the miserable title of "Feeble Wanderer." If Alice hadn't lived through this exact timeline ninety-nine times before, there would be no story to tell today. After all, even across every loop so far, she'd failed—and this run was her last. To the world continuum, a regressor was nothing special. As per the game's lore, a divine war among the Eight High Gods broke containment, and their chaos inevitably spilled from Cosmos into the real world. Earth could only survive if this impossible game was cleared—a matter of life and death. That is a version of the game even without the war which was never cleared on earth. Dssals predicament was almost impossible. Possibility only remained because to balance cause and effect it offered Dssal something different. The Eight High wields the power of manifestation, hence a new law emerged—one bound by a broken loophole: The User's Manual. Fallacy When inside Pantheon, by the Eight High's will, if developers and players alike believes Dssal (the creator) possessed something, the system would code it real—according to the manual. Falsehood could literally become a weapon. Dssal grinned when he heard it. This wasn't a power fantasy. This was the story of how the weakest Arcane Bearer alive lies, cheats, and claws his way through survival long enough to turn the end of the world into leverage. This is the story of How To Use A World's Apocalypse. --- A/N: The main story fully begins at chapter 11 btw and a full written volume of 101 chapters is already available hence do belive in this unrivalled authors consistency XD

In the heart of the vast and gleaming Eirhardt Empire, where bloodlines dictate power and magic shapes destiny, a nameless child is left at the gates of an orphanage on a quiet night. Born into silence, raised in shadows, Elarion does not cry. He does not demand. He simply watches, listens, and endures. But the empire watches too. When a mysterious noble cloaked in imperial black kneels before him, everything shifts. Elarion—only two years old—is chosen. Not for his power. Not for prophecy. Just... for being seen. “In the arms of the Empire” follows the slow, intimate unfolding of a child who was never taught how to be held. Told from Elarion’s perspective as he grows from invisible orphan to the Imperial Heir, the novel traces a path not of war or prophecy, but of soft glances, untied ribbons, whispered names, and rooms that finally feel like home. It is a story of found family, silent resilience, and the aching, beautiful weight of being loved without needing to earn it.

Uchiha by blood. Owl by choice. Uchiha Sogetsu isn’t a prodigy. He’s the kid nobody bothers to remember—until the Owl mask goes on. As ANBU, he treats the Chūnin Exams like a SERE course and the other villages like case studies in fear. Yamanaka mind probes find nothing but calm blue sky. That’s fine. The real storm stays hidden. When Black Zetsu pulls him toward Naka Shrine and the Forest of Death, Sogetsu meets what’s left of Uchiha Madara and hears the sales pitch for the Moon’s Eye Plan. He declines—and cheats fate instead, using self-hypnosis and a wish-forging genjutsu to open his Mangekyō without killing a single loved one. With dragon-scale defenses, wind-carved blades, and an Uchiha’s stubbornness, Sogetsu starts to rearrange the board: outfox Hiruzen, declaw Danzō, tug at Akatsuki’s threads, and drag his clan away from the slaughter they can’t see coming. This isn’t a “scream and spam fireballs” Uchiha. This is the Owl in the rafters, thinking three moves ahead.

Eria, peviously a man, was reincarnated into another world as a gorgeous and bountiful elf woman. In her very first adventure, she managed to get the affection of a certain noble, who proceeded to pursuade her into giving up her chastity. Having tasted the pleasures of being a woman, she starts to seek for more. Now, almost a century later, another noble appeared in front of her. Thus, a new perverted journey starts. Disclaimer: Not for all audiences, it's R18

Transmigrated over to a cultivation world, Sebastian Force was now a half-dracoian and half-human cultivator. With the Cultivation Family Building System, it was time for Sebastian Force to build his own family and strive to create the strongest cultivation family within the cultivation world. Now, the first thing that Sebastian Force has to do? Join the dual-cultivation department, then start impregnating women.

On her wedding night, Ananya realizes that in her new home, love is not the only thing expected from a bride — proof is. When the traditional white sheet remains unstained, silence turns heavy, glances grow sharp, and unspoken doubts begin to circle her like quiet accusations. No one openly questions her character, yet everyone seems to measure it. In a house where reputation matters more than reason, Ananya finds herself judged by a myth disguised as morality. Educated and aware, she knows the truth science has long confirmed: bleeding is not proof of virginity. But knowledge feels powerless against generations of belief. As subtle whispers test her dignity, Ananya must decide whether to remain silent for peace — or speak for truth. Her husband, Raghav, stands at a crossroads of his own: shaped by modern values, yet raised within traditional expectations. As tension builds within the family, their marriage is forced to confront not just intimacy, but inherited assumptions about purity, honor, and a woman’s worth. The Virginity Lie is a powerful social drama about identity, courage, and the quiet strength it takes to challenge deeply rooted myths. It explores how easily society turns biology into judgment — and how reclaiming truth can become the first act of freedom.

In smog-choked Saitama, magic is a utility—and mages are corporate employees. Alex Scott is an F-Rank cleaner with a “purely decorative” mana pool. He doesn’t slay monsters; he scrubs their remains off pavement and charges his phone with migraine-inducing thumb-presses. Invisible is safe. Invisible pays rent. Until his D-Rank partner abandons him during a routine nest suppression, leaving Alex alone with a swarm of motorcycle-sized ants. Facing certain death, something ancient answers. A single spell—Celestial Anchor: Star-Fall—erases the entire nest from existence. Alex wakes with no memory of casting it. His partner takes the credit. Alex lets him. But his mana meter keeps flickering at S-Rank—far beyond anything he should be capable of. The GMMC is starting to notice. And whatever power answered him once may not be finished. Alex only wanted to survive quietly. Instead, he may have just become the most valuable—and most dangerous—mage in the system.

Hermione Granger always thought she was incredibly hardworking in her studies, even to the point of being obsessed, until she met Amanda… A study fanatic, a meticulous machine, a tireless monster—that's how students describe Amanda. A well-behaved student who follows the rules, and an extremely rare genius—that's how the professors describe Amanda. Until they peeled away Amanda's outer layer and saw her scarred core. “You can’t survive on just high scores anymore, so stop and take a break, okay?” — Hermione Granger "Life isn't just about moving forward; pause for a moment and appreciate its beauty." — Albus Dumbledore

Fragments: The Pillar Who Forsook the Crown Rio Hirigaya only wants to sleep. As the heir of a family that abandoned the throne, he prefers the quiet corner of a classroom over the weight of a crown. Yet fate binds him to Lylya Minakaya—the nation’s Golden Princess—dragging him back toward a destiny he never asked for. Rio is a flaw in reality itself. Within him resides the Extension, a terrifying force where past, present, and future collide in chaotic overlap. Though he holds power capable of shaking creation, Rio refuses divinity. He chooses to remain human—to feel, to fear, and to bow only before the Absolute Creator. One person, a thousand faces. To know Rio is like trying to grasp smoke—he exists, yet never stays the same. One morning, he is cold and distant, viewing the world as a burden. The next moment, he laughs foolishly, as if the weight of a crown never touched him. When silent, he is a deep abyss. When lazy, it is merely his escape from a suffocating fate. He wears no mask. He is simply ruled by his shifting moods—leaving everyone, even the Princess, wondering: Which Rio are they facing today? This is not a story about a god. It is the story of a boy standing at the edge of creation… who still chooses to kneel.

Aerin transmigrates into the world of Teyvat and awakens the Future Weaving System. By harvesting the emotional resonance of all who witness the future, he gains the power to draw rewards and rewrite destiny itself. As Celestia and the Abyss clash in an endless struggle, all living beings become pieces on a cosmic chessboard. As the Fifth Descender, Aerin descends upon the Seven Nations, initiating the Mind Completion Project— a ruthless plan to reshape wills, purge weakness, and reconstruct the future of the world. In an instant, war engulfs all of Teyvat. Jean: “I never imagined that my devotion to Mondstadt would one day make its people brand me a traitor.” Lumine: “Paimon… becoming the seed of the new World Tree… why does it have to be this cruel?” Furina: “He won’t… he won’t drag Fontaine’s people into judging me, will he? He won’t send me to the guillotine… right?” Hu Tao: “Wangsheng Funeral Parlor special promotion! For those unable to reach the new world—would you like to book our services early? Discounts available!” Paimon: “Lumine! As the Fourth Descender, you have to do everything you can to win over the Fifth Descender! You have to stop this war!” Lumine: “Paimon… you…”

Konoha: What kind of explosive chaos would rock the Naruto world… if someone walked in carrying a Devil Fruit with Ope Ope–style surgical powers— nerfed by seawater, fueled by stamina— plus the physique of a Saiyan, and even a knockoff Sea-Prism Stone in his pocket? Yeah. That “someone” is me. My name is Kaito, and while I was just casually playing a game, the game decided to play me— and I got transmigrated inside it. Fortunately, I can still hop back to my real world, and even better, a bizarre system woke up with me. Main Quest — Survive until the end of Shippuden. Rewards: Stay in this world and receive a noble black card loaded with one billion in perfectly legal, fully verified, foolproof liquid cash; Or obtain my character’s peak power, then travel to any world I choose—or stay in Naruto to enjoy the view. For a modern person? Either choice is basically winning the cosmic lottery. But after spending half a month irl and three whole years in the Second World, only to return and find the neighborhood outside my home looking like it got hit by a failed Chunin Exams invasion… Let’s be real—there was only one logical decision: —Time to jump worlds and run for my life! “My dream,” I declared solemnly, “is to become a proper chunin.”