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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”

Before we begin, I must disillusion you, in this world there are no heroes nor villains. Good and Evil are but concepts made by man to justify their actions to the masses. There is only one truth in this world, everyman is in it for himself, and the gods... Well we watch everything in amusement, for the mortals are but a source of entertainment for us are they not? ****** With the council in disarray after a betrayal from a trusted member, chaos begins to spread throughout the continent with ambitions and ideals begining to grow out of control fuelled by new found power. Various powers and individuals begin their quest for their own selfish goals as war between the council and the Rouges ravage the entire continent

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?

Warlock of the Magus World, the world full of deceit, bloodshed, betrayal, backstabbing, logical thinking, profit oriented mindset and myriad of phenomenal mysterious entities. In this world a soul is reincarnated and we embark on a journey of a lifetime, as his ups and downs would be written in the annals of history of the whole Magus World. A man and a myth would make use of his knowledge of the future, leaving behind the mindset of the past embracing his new identify in a new World. What would we see? Where will this journey lead? For all the fans of WMW out there, this is your salvation and a chance to once again swim in the deep intoxicating waters of the strange yet intoxicating Magus World. _______ I would like to request my dear viewer to give a chance and at least solider through 50-60 chapters, This was a totally new experience for me and please pardon my insolence. Glory To The Warlocks. Your Guide through the bizzare world, Keetarp I don't own anything relating to Warlock of The Magus World. The cover is courtesy of an amazing reader, Amon. {A/N : If you want to support me or read more chapters in advanced consider becoming a patreón: patreón.com/keetarp and if you want to join the discord server: https://discord.gg/5TjDmwUWuG}

When Harry Potter’s name rises from the Goblet of Fire, it marks him as a champion, but it is the night that follows that truly changes him. As Harry sleeps, exhausted and alone, his consciousness is drawn far from Hogwarts… to Pandora. There, beneath alien stars and towering forests, Harry awakens in the body of a Na’vi. What begins as confusion becomes survival, and survival becomes belonging. He hunts, learns, bleeds, and grows among the People. He fights alongside Jake Sully, hears the voice of Eywa, and lives a life measured not in spells or prophecy, but in connection, loss, and purpose. Decades pass on Pandora. Wars are fought. Bonds are forged. A soul is tempered. Then Harry wakes up. Only a single night has passed in the wizarding world, but Harry returns with the memories, instincts, and scars of an entire lifetime. Magic no longer feels like words and wands; it moves like breath and will. And when the First Task of the Triwizard Tournament pushes him beyond his limits, Harry does the impossible, He transforms. His Na’vi body reveals itself as an Animagus form, born not of study, but of lived experience. The arena falls silent. The world takes notice. From that moment on, Hogwarts is no longer prepared for what Harry Potter has become. As the Triwizard Tournament unfolds and Voldemort stirs in the shadows, ancient magic, alien spirituality, and wizarding destiny collide. The Boy-Who-Lived is no longer just a champion of men… He is the child of two worlds and both will burn if he chooses the wrong one.

Jieming realizes he’s transmigrated. His cheat ability is an immortal cultivation encyclopedia — The Grand Dao Library. But why did he end up in a wizard world instead?! The Star-Ring Federation, the Crimson Royal Court, the Void Institute of Architecture, the Anti-Entropy Alliance… Wizard civilization, in the midst of a great expansion era, wages war like ravenous wolves on every plane they discover. This is the best of times — and the worst of times. With the constant risk of being turned into an experimental specimen or cannon fodder in interplanar wars, Jieming makes a decision: Lie low. Develop technology. Stockpile resources. Use knowledge from both worlds to quietly grow in the peril-filled depths of the Astral Abyss. “Don’t be afraid. I’m just logistics personnel — not some combat wizard. I’m only here to gather a few raw materials.” Having said that, Jieming looks at the plane before him, reaches out with one hand— —and refines it on the spot.

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.

What does the most feared Dark Lord in history do when he's given a second chance at life? He takes it, of course. Any price is worth paying for another shot at immortality and ultimate power. But Lord Voldemort never expected the price to be... this. Reborn in 1991 as Tamara Riddle—a breathtakingly beautiful girl with a tragically weak body—the former Dark Lord finds himself bound to an infuriatingly cheerful "Virtue System." His immense dark power is sealed, and the only way to unlock it is by accumulating points through good deeds. Love? Kindness? Courage? To Voldemort, these are weaknesses to be exploited. But now, they are the currency of his survival. The worst part? Any murderous thought or malicious intent is met with a crippling "punishment" that transforms his terrifying presence into that of a fragile, pitiful, and inexplicably charming damsel. The more he plots to kill Harry Potter, the more he ends up saving him. The more he schemes to corrupt the pure-bloods, the more they worship him as a noble leader. From Dumbledore to Snape, everyone sees a prodigy, a hero, a saint... while inside, the Dark Lord is screaming. "I will conquer this world," she vows, "even if I have to do it as a goody-two-shoes." [Raw: 抱歉哈利，人家已经是黑魔王了] [TAGS & CATEGORY] Category: Fanfiction Tags: #REINCARNATION #SYSTEM #FEMALE PROTAGONIST #COMEDY #HARRY POTTER #MAGIC #ACADEMY #ANTIHERO #GENDERBENDER #WEAKTOSTRONG Topic: #Voldemort #GenderBender #System #Comedy #HarryPotter #Fanfic #DarkLordIsAGoodGirl

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. ... This is a Translation. Original Book: 從霍格沃茨開始的亡靈法師生涯

Magic meets strategy. Wands meet wards. Hogwarts will never be the same. Waking up in a strange world was one thing. But waking up with a League of Legends system… and a Hogwarts acceptance letter? Allen thought he was about to grind minions and rank up, until an owl dropped off an invitation to the most magical school in Britain. Now armed with summoner spells, runes, and the power to one-shot trolls with a well-timed Ignite, Allen must navigate potions, house points, and suspicious professors, all while tracking down a hidden enemy obsessed with forbidden magic. As two worlds collide, a new kind of magic is born—one with cooldowns, combo chains, and no respawn timer. Magic has rules. League breaks them. Welcome to the most broken Hogwarts meta ever.

In the year 1469, the Aztec Empire in Central America was at its zenith. A soul from the future transgressed time to come here, intent on saving the fate of the Indian people from destruction and establishing an empire in Central America! The Age of Exploration had just begun its prologue, with European colonizers venturing into the unknown world. Europeans were on the rise, intent on conquering the rich lands of America and colonizing the vast New World. They were poised to embark on an expansion that would take them from America, to Africa, to India, to the Far East, and control the world for the next five hundred years! But now, an immortal spirit sought to change all of that. He would unite Central America under one rule, inherit the two-thousand-year legacy of American civilization, and resist the invasion of Western colonizers. He would spend centuries leading Aztec civilization onto the path of destiny to conquer America! Without the land and wealth of America, what would become of the Westerners? And in which direction would the world turn?

Ash opened his eyes to find that he had traveled to a strange nation of many races, and people were kneeling before him. Before he had time to adapt to the new identity of the Terminus Observer, he was put to jail – as a cult leader. In prison, controlled by a high-tech chip, he was unable to use violence. He also lost all his memories due to the time warp. How could he escape from the prison full of ogres, green-skinned beasts, sorcerers, and elves in this strange nation? And how could he survive the legendary Blood Moon Judgment? "Ding! You obtained a game system – Mage Manual! It includes an illusory world map, which can predict risks and gains, helping you find advantages and trouble, and greatly improve exploration efficiency!" "Ding! You obtained Deadly Berserker Sword Maiden! You can share all skills and upgrade together with her!" "Ding! You encountered an Illusory Vortex! Go straight through the heartland of the Illusory Realm and harvest a lot of experience to create the Silver Wing!" ... Is this the legendary system? It not only gives me free skills, but also a skillful fighter? Ash discovered that even though he was in the Otherworld, he could dominate his own destiny with the system, and even...dominate the entire Otherworld!

A civil engineer reincarnated into a magical land and tragically became a Wood, Earth, and Water Sorcerer. While still questioning where his [Earth Bear Bloodline] originated, the Chosen One next door summoned a 'player'... Watching others lead extraordinary lives, Hill just wanted to hide away.

> **"Misunderstanding magic? Impossible. I'm just a humble supermarket cashier."** > Henry Anthony wiped his hands on his apron, looking at the Ministry official with innocent eyes. > "Sir, we detected Grade-5 Necromancy energy," the official insisted. > Henry paused for a second. **"Oh. Are you referring to my skeletal pet? Or the fact that I crawled out of my own grave last Tuesday?"** > The next day, Henry didn't get arrested. Instead, he got a job offer. > **Albus Dumbledore:** "Mr. Anthony, Hogwarts is in need of a unique talent like you." > **Henry:** "To teach Defense Against the Dark Arts?" > **Albus Dumbledore:** "No. Muggle Studies." > Thus, Hogwarts welcomed its weirdest professor in history. > He doesn't care about blood purity. He doesn't care about House points. > He just wants a quiet life and his monthly paycheck. > But when a certain Dark Lord tries to resurrect himself and disturb Henry's peace... > Henry sighs and picks up his shovel. > **"Look, buddy. Coming back from the dead is MY specialty. Get back in the ground."** > **What to expect:** > **Undead MC:** A Necromancer who acts like a chill salaryman. > **Professor POV:** Teaching young wizards about "Supermarket Economics" and "How to use a Toaster". > **AU Canon:** The Golden Trio Era, but chaotic. > **No Harem / Slice of Life / Comedy / OP Protagonist**

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.

In the Kingdom of Fiore, magic is everything. After a mysterious tragedy leaves him with nothing, five-year-old Albion Ebonveil finds himself dragged into the infamous Phantom Lord Guild—a place where strength determines your worth and weakness is met with cruelty. Surrounded by dangerous mages, violent rivalries, and children forced to grow up far too soon, Albion must learn to survive in a guild that was never meant to raise a child. Along the way, he forges unlikely bonds with those around him, uncovering the truth behind his mysterious Innate Magic, the secrets of the Ebonveil Clan, and the darkness hidden within himself. This is not a tale of an overpowered hero. It is the story of a broken child struggling to find his place in one of Fiore's darkest guilds—where every battle, every friendship, and every choice shapes the person he will one day become.

I had a shitty life, like the rest of the 7 Billion people on this miserable planet. But I was finally achieving my dreams, I was finally getting what I wanted. But what's that in the air? Now I'm in Harry Potter? Why the Hell are my eyes so attractive? Additional Tag: Male MC, AU, Genderbender [I'll also be publishing this on Royalroad] _________________________________________________ Author: This is my second book. The MC's personality will be similar to Gojo from JJK. I Do not own HP or JJK just my own characters. The world is heavily AU, I've a lot of plotlines that might seem a bit chaotic at first but there's a lot of lore that I've made for this AU and i hope the readers enjoy it. The update schedule for the novel is a bit hectic for the time being due to various reasons including me having a Broken hand and one of my relatives being in the Hospital, i hope the readers be a bit lenient considering the circumstances. If you wish to support my work, consider joining my Patreön to do so while receiving Early content. Patrèon.com/Ashara

Some men are born into destiny. Others are cursed by it. In the golden age of the Arab world, where Sultanates rise and fall on the edge of a blade and magic flows through the very soul of every living thing, a child was born in the palace of Faras under a sky that made the Saints tremble. They saw many futures. Most of them ended in the destruction of the world. Shehzade Ali al-Shirazi enters the world with a weak Rooh and a prophecy that follows him like a shadow. Rooh al-Shamoos, the Dark Sun, a fusion of fire and shadow so rare and so volatile that the Saint delivered a single quiet verdict to Sultan Bahram al-Shirazi. Kill the boy. Before the boy kills the world. The Sultan could not do it. The child was the last memory of Begum Maryam al-Shirazi, the woman he loved above his throne and lost in the same breath he gained an heir. So instead he built a cage of silk and called it protection. The finest tutors. The highest walls. A prince kept carefully distant from a world the Sultan feared his son would one day consume. Ali grows up knowing two things with equal certainty. That his father loves him, and that his father is afraid of him. He does not know why. Nobody would tell him why. So he finds his own answers in the dark. On the rooftops of Shiraz, where the Sultan's eye cannot follow, a different version of Ali exists. Al-Barez. The Black Thief. He moves through the night like a rumor, stealing from the corrupt and returning what was taken to those the powerful have forgotten. The streets worship him. The nobles curse him. Nobody connects the phantom of the rooftops to the fragile prince who never leaves the palace. Nobody except the Wazir who has been watching far more carefully than anyone realized. When Ali's double life is laid bare before his father, the Sultan's grief and fury collapse into a single devastating decision. The prophecy warned him. The Saint warned him. No cage, however gilded, can hold a Dark Sun. Ali is banished from Faras with nothing but the clothes on his back and a mark on his inner wrist he has carried since birth. A small dark sigil that has never glowed, never spoken, existing quietly like a word written in a language the world has forgotten how to read. Cast into a world he only ever watched from above, Ali falls hard and fast. Debt and desperation deliver him into the hands of a merchant in Basra who recognizes useful when he sees it. A sharp mind, sharper instincts and nothing left to lose. Ali works. He survives. He learns what the palace never taught him. That the real Arab world has teeth and does not care about prophecies or the colour of a man's Rooh. But the merchant has his own agenda. And the road he points Ali down leads in one direction. Misr. A burned mansion stands abandoned at the edge of the city, cursed in the memory of all who knew it, its secrets buried under a decade of ash. Nobody goes there. Nobody dares. Whatever happened inside those walls left a wound that never fully closed. Ali goes there anyway. What he finds will crack open everything he thought he knew about himself. His weak Rooh, his cursed mark, the Saint's prophecy and a shadow organization moving quietly through every Sultanate in the Arab world like a rot nobody has yet named. The Saint saw two futures above all others. In one, Rooh al-Shamoos burns the Arab world to nothing. In the other, it is the only thing that saves it. The secret buried in Misr will decide which future Ali walks toward. But first he must answer something the prophecy never accounted for. Whether a man born under a dark destiny is bound to follow it. Or whether he is the one person capable of breaking it entirely.

A man from a broken marriage is reborn in a world of swords and magic. A divine goddess grants him new purpose, a perfect maid stands loyally at his side, and a land of his own awaits his rule. Yet the world holds far more than he ever imagined. He finds himself on a continent with a million kingdoms, each the size of an Earth continent, ruled by gods who pursue their own agendas. Legends speak of heroes and the trials set before them by fate and the divine. These heroes are not native to this world, but reincarnators like him, scattered across a realm too vast for any one of them to fully explore. In the midst of it all, Bastion Diamondhart drifts between stories not meant for him, casually crossing paths with heroes of prophecy and meddling in their fated journeys. Guided by fate’s whims through a mysterious talent from his previous world, he leaves a mark wherever he goes. Updates every three days. 30 advanced chapters in Patreon. Support me on www.patreon.com/babywrath What to expect: - 50% World Building (Traveling, Sightseeing, Lore, Fun places I have built in my head that match the Isekai aesthetic) - 20% Combat (Martial Arts, Skill usage, Spells) - 20% Power Progression (Explanations, Options, Analysis, Choices that were made to their builds) - 10% Romance (Harem, Love, Sex, Companionship)

All he needed to plan was how to stop Riddle without being in her eyesight as it's proven to be a very dangerous position. That must be why he was sent here after being killed in that dream that may not be a dream! Stop Riddle. Avoid being seen or interacted with by Riddle. Save the lives of thousands. That was his purpose and he would see it through as best he could. "Master Peverell sir, your food bes ready!" Well, his plan could wait until after Breakfast. Curious to see how this all plays out? You can catch advanced chapters of Echoes of Time—where Harry and a female Tom Riddle navigate the twists of time—over on my Website at https://percivallannister-shop.fourthwall.com or Patreon at patreon.com/PercivalLannister.