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“If only I had known of the dark days ahead, I would have said no.” Three hundred years ago, the sun was devoured by the Silver Moon, an unknown celestial being that descended from the endless dark of the stars. It claimed the sky for itself and unleashed a ceaseless horde of monsters on mankind, the Qilesh. For centuries, the Empire stood against this horror, fighting in the name of their lost god, Harras. Every child of the Empire has to do their part to free the sun from the Silver Moon's grasp. Liron wants to do so, too, but his black hair marks him as an outcast, a bad omen that will bring nothing but doom. After giving up on his dreams, he is chosen to become a Knight Dracon, dragon riders who have battled the Qilesh since the sun was stolen from mankind. But fate was never kind to Liron. Through a shared vision of the future, Liron is shown murdering the Emperor, with the Empire and their world in ruin. In his final moments, the Emperor declares Liron to be a traitor and orders his execution. Hunted by the heroes he once admired, Liron is forced to flee. His only refuge lies with the Resistance, a group of rebels determined to destroy the Empire. As he struggles to survive and grow stronger, Liron begins to unravel the many secrets behind the Empire, the war against the Qilesh, and the true nature of the Silver Moon. The same secrets that drove his future self to end it all. What to expect: - Slow burn; the first ten chapters establish the world and MC / vision starts around chapters 10 to 11 - Epic Worldbuilding - Dark Fantasy - From Weak to Strong - Strategic fights and escalating action - Massive battles later on - Focus on Character relations and the Mc's development Release Schedule: Tuesday, Thursday, and Sunday

Woke up in a child’s body after getting hit by a truck? Well, thanks for still being alive! You find yourself not in your familiar world—surrounded by communicators, galonet, and all the other comforts of civilization—but in a place where everyone drives smoky cars running on burning hydrocarbons? Could be worse. At least you don’t have to chase mammoths with a spear. Did the universe throw you some classic transmigrator goodies? I’ll take a hundred! What do you mean, no? Just a couple, but hefty ones… That’ll do for a start. --- This is a translation! Raw: “Ричи”

What happens when a man gets transported into a foreign world filled with magic? Will his knowledge in hardware technology help him out after he discovers its correlation to the words of power? How will he fit in with the other noble houses as the lowly 4th son? How will his story play out in a world where skills and stats equal power and status?

Not all roads lead home. Some end in the abyss. One day, you just want to return home after work. A door appears, without reason. One step… and your mind shatters. The body of a dying noble—Beltrán Leonhard—receives what he never asked for: foreign memories, unfamiliar emotions, echoes of a world that never existed in his books. But this is not a rebirth. It is a curse. A world consumed by war and ruled by masks, where conspiracies are fears beyond comprehension. Shadows do more than hide secrets: they speak, lie, poison, and above all… wait. Is Beltrán anything more than an unfortunate noble… or merely another piece in an ancient game? The knowledge he has inherited is not a gift. It is a key… to something that should never have been unlocked.

NOTE :-This is translation of a Chinese fanfiction Transmigrating into Harry Potter should’ve been a dream come true… Except Darren became Harry’s twin brother, a background extra fated to die off-screen. Just when he was planning to lie low for seven peaceful years, a voice rang out: > “Ding! The Holy Father System has been bound!” Now, every time he acts like a perfect saint, he gains Holy Points— and the rewards are absurd. Phoenix tears? Got them. The power of “Silence”? Sure. A dragon’s reverse scale? Why not. He only wanted to play nice. But somehow, the “kindest boy in Hogwarts” might end up the most terrifying being alive. --- --- Darren transmigrated into the world of Harry Potter — only to discover that he had become Harry’s twin brother. At first, he thought he could quietly survive seven uneventful years at Hogwarts… Until a mysterious voice echoed in his mind: > “Ding! The Holy Father System has been activated.” From then on, as long as Darren acted like a saintly do-gooder, he could earn Holy Father Points — which could then be exchanged for powerful items and abilities. > “Ding! Congratulations, you’ve obtained Phoenix’s Song.” “Ding! Congratulations, you’ve unlocked the Power of Silence.” “Ding! Congratulations, you’ve acquired the Azure Dragon’s Reverse Scale.” “Ding!...” Armed with divine blessings and an innocent smile, Darren set out to play the role of a kind, self-sacrificing, pure-hearted angel of Hogwarts. He only wanted to act. But somewhere along the way, as his “saintly” deeds piled up, Darren realized— > The road to godhood... might just be easier than he thought. ________________________ Check new harry potter fanfiction i ma translating Harry Potter’s Defence professor ( Glidory Lockhart is the protagonist, no system)(this is AU) Harry Potter’s Natural villain [ Draco] Draco Malfoy is the protagonist ( no system, no cheats) ________________________ NOTE :-This is translation of a Chinese fanfiction i have no claim over this fanfic or its characters Disclaimer Note: I am only translating this fanfiction. I do not own the original story, its characters, or any part of the Harry Potter franchise. or this fanfiction I am not making any profit from this translation; it is created solely for entertainment purposes.

Reborn in the 1980s, George imagined himself a super genius, movie mogul, financial titan, Hollywood king, fashion icon, and national heartthrob—a life of unrivaled glory as a time-traveling prodigy. But during his early lessons, he realized his grandmother’s stories weren’t Grimm’s fairy tales—they were the history of the magical world. Here stood Hogwarts, the School of Witchcraft and Wizardry; here was the brilliant Hermione; and here was the world of Harry Potter. “Looks like I’ll have to take care of Voldemort before chasing my dreams,” George muttered, helplessly.

Draco Malfoy survived the flames of the Room of Requirement — only to awaken eleven years old again, on the eve of his first year at Hogwarts. Armed with memories of war, betrayal, and regret, he resolves to change fate: protect his family, guard their legacy, and perhaps even forge unexpected bonds.

A man reincarnated as Matou Shinji, and since the magical side of the Nasuverse world that he reincarnated has been declined for generations, he decided to use his magecraft to re created the story of Fate as a movie. ======== Story is going to be updated once every 2 days

“Director Matou, the magical effects in your fantasy film looked incredibly realistic! How did you pull them off?” “They were real magic,” Shinji replied without missing a beat. “Director Matou, your historical drama was praised for its uncanny accuracy. How did you manage that?” “I had direct consultation from the people who lived in that era.” “Director, in your tokusatsu films, why does the Ultraman-like hero always use Bajiquan in combat?” “Well, that’s because the actor playing him is none other than the founder of Bajiquan himself.” “Director Matou, why do the female leads in all your films look so… similar? Especially all those Arturia actresses with the same name and face?” “That, my friend, is a long story. And it all begins with a certain mushroom-headed man—” “......” . . . . . Shinji Matou. A prodigious talent in the world of film, a renegade magi who defied the orthodoxy of the Clock Tower, and an eccentric summoner who had long since stopped pretending to get along with his own Servant. A director who blended modern cinema with ancient magecraft. A magus who saw the silver screen as a new kind of reality marble. He stood boldly before a press conference filled with journalists, film critics, and confused magi alike. “I am the greatest Master among Directors—and the greatest Director among Masters!” He declared it like a line straight out of his own movie, with all the pomp and confidence of a man who had rewritten the rules of both cinema and sorcery. The hall fell into an awkward silence. And then, in perfect unison, a thunderous cry echoed from behind the curtains— “SHUT UP AND GET LOST!” ×N A chorus of exasperated Servants, all fed up with his antics. Shinji didn’t flinch. He simply smirked, adjusted his director’s beret, and turned back to the flashing cameras. "Good! Now let’s roll the cameras! Scene one—reality itself."

As the newly appointed 12th Fatui Harbringer of Snezhnaya, with the nickname of the [Ausbilder], or The [Instructor], Bai Luo feels a little uneasy. This is because the Cryo Archon has given him a task: to go to Inazuma as the Snezhnaya Envoy. As a world traveler, he knows full well the consequences of going to Inazuma—he will definitely be targeted by Raiden Shogun. However, if he doesn't go, the Cryo Archon will also target him. So he chooses to employ a traditional technique that everyone tend to use from time to time in his previous world. Slacking off.

Illustration for the characters and location are in my Patreon. ================= Dying from a heart attack when playing Minecraft was definitely not the way I thought I would die. Being reincarnated afterward was also not what I thought would happen. But I guess having another chance at life is a great thing! Now, how am I going to live in this world of Swords and Spells?

Though it may be a dream weathered, crumpled, and fading to dust. I held on without looking back. Through each repeated day, I ran toward tomorrow’s light. Becoming a knight, resolute and bright.

Somewhere in the cosmos, on a world ruled by magic, ancient seeds have drifted for millennia. No one knows who cast them into the void. Or why. One reached Earth — forgotten in a junk dealer’s satchel, buried in the garden of an overworked nurse, until at last it bore fruit on a barren apple tree. Davin, twenty-eight, a data analyst, lived an unremarkable life. A precise mind. A ruthless logic. And a quiet conviction: everything follows rules. He bit into a jade apple. And died. Alone on his living room floor, his body burned from the inside out. But death was only a threshold. Davin has no desire to be a hero. No desire to be a monster. He will rise. And in this new order, he will repay everyone — ally and enemy alike — exactly what they give him. Blow for blow. Debt for debt. No mercy. No hatred.

Matt is an ordinary young college student with an addiction to the pages of The Golden Weaver’s First Apprentice. This novel wasn’t just a hobby for him, it was his lifeline, the one thing that kept him feel alive when the rest of the world felt unbearably dim. Page after page, chapter after chapter, he followed the journey of the Finster, a character he cared for more fiercely than anyone else, even his family or himself. When the long-awaited final chapter was released, Matt devoured it with trembling anticipation. The writing was flawless, every thread tied together, every arc resolved with masterful precision. It made sense. And yet, when he reached the final chapter, his world collapsed. It was a tragedy. A selfless sacrifice. One life given to save countless others. A "Bitter-Sweet" ending, the community called it. Matt was devastated. He raged at a world—both fictional and real—that could demand such a price from a character he loved so deeply. “I hate bad endings,” he whispered through clenched teeth. As though responding to his grief, his phone flickered. A soft light bloomed across the screen, forming words he had never seen before, yet somehow he understood it. How do you think it should have ended? Stunned, confused, barely conscious of his own voice, Matt answered from the depths of his heart: “I would be there for him. I’d support him, be his anchor—his start and his release. His companion. His ally. I owe him at least that much.” The light paused for a long, breathless moment. Then it replied: Don’t fail this time. And Matt’s world began to change.

Dread Mage Vellichor; feared and old; and someone who has mastered wizardry at its core, is bored of life and the strenuous actions of the bigger picture. He just wants small, but meaningful interactions with life. And he starts with a little dead girl he called Sonder. --- The chapters are what I call bite-sized, (only around 400 to 700 words), and I'll try to upload a chapter every day except for the weekend.

Maurise just wanted a stable life. Instead, he got a Hogwarts letter and a book on Necromancy. Become a Necromancer? Why not. With undead as servants and spectres as companions, Morris finds comfort in the whispers of the dead. To the outside world, however, he presents a different face. "I’m just an ordinary wizard with a passion for academic research," Maurise explains with a gentle, harmless smile, oblivious to his classmates shivering in terror before him. ...

In 1991 New York, a criminal deal unfolds on a dark Manhattan pier — until the lights go out and chaos strikes. From the shadows, a mysterious boy attacks with strange “water-style” techniques, his movements swift and deadly. When the fighting ends, only silence and bodies remain. The boy is Kyle Grindelwald, an orphan who secretly wields chakra — the mystical energy from another world. Reincarnated from a modern Earth, Kyle has spent five years mastering ninja arts beneath Brooklyn, building an underground base and surviving by robbing gangsters at night. Unbeknownst to him, two figures watch from afar — Albus Dumbledore and Newt Scamander, who see in him both danger and promise. For Kyle carries not just the power of another world… but also the bloodline of the Dumbledore family. Soon, Hogwarts will never be the same.

Mana is the essence of the soul and what builds up life, those who are able to manipulate this energy are labelled as Witches. But as a minority, they were hunted nearly to extinction during the Dark Ages, but due to their perseverance they have survived until now. Even then the Witches now are nothing but used as tools, a Witch walking the same streets as a human is unheard of and even shamed, even having a Witch as a family member would end up in prejudice by others.

Harry Potter grows up in a cupboard… until one ordinary morning turns into anything but. Opening the door under the stairs, he doesn’t step into Privet Drive, but into the streets of New York at night—where a desperate boy almost gets kidnapped, and is instead rescued and adopted by Ben and May Parker. In this new world, Harry awakens a terrifying well of “chaos magic” inside himself and catches the attention of the Ancient One, Sorcerer Supreme. Under her guidance in Kamar-Taj, he learns to wield dimensional power without paying the usual price, fights demons and hell-dwellers, and grows up alongside Peter Parker and Gwen Stacy. Seven years later, a misfired portal drops him back into his original universe—into his eleven-year-old body on the very day of his Hogwarts letter. Armed with the experience of a near–Sorcerer Supreme, a debt to his exhausted teacher, and a very firm belief in progress and technology, Harry steps into Diagon Alley, only to find a stagnant wizarding world hiding behind outdated robes and crumbling bricks. Between chaos magic and a wand, between Kamar-Taj and Hogwarts, Harry decides he won’t just survive prophecy—he’ll rewrite the fate of the wizarding and Muggle worlds alike, even if it means dragging wizardkind, kicking and screaming, into the future.