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They told you to film a web drama, and you filmed Honkai: Star Rail?

They told you to film a web drama, and you filmed Honkai: Star Rail? [This book is also known as: Honkai Won’t Stop Chasing Me] [System] + [No harem] + [Moderate use of internet slang] + [miHoYo Universe] Su Chen transmigrated to a parallel world with an extraordinarily developed film and television industry. By chance, he awakened an online drama production system: as long as the web series he created became a hit, he would receive various rewards. Immediately, he had the idea of adapting Honkai: Star Rail into a live-action series. But… who should he cast? Just then, a girl named Firefly appeared before Su Chen. How could she look so similar? She was practically a beauty who stepped right out of the 2D world! Not just her—there was also March 7th, Kafka, Silver Wolf, Bronya… Firefly: "You promised—you’d treat me to one Oak Cake Roll every day from now on." Space travel, interstellar adventures, the curtain of hegemony… The Herta Space Station, the onslaught of the Doomsday Beast, the climactic boss battle against Cocolia, Mikhail’s Treasure, the embers of Glamoth… Moviegoers worldwide went wild! "This is hype! Is this the Wildfire? Since when could boss battles be filmed like this?!" "How dare you hurt Miss Firefly! Screenwriter, you deserve to die a thousand deaths!" "To ‘trailblaze’ means to advance further down paths no one has walked before!" --- Read advance chapters on patreon.com/Ferasam
Ferasam · 1.3m Views

My Soul. Occupied Body - Please, the Other Me...!

What to expect when reading this chronicle/story: A random System that is minimal in pretty much everything. And when I say random, I mean random! Two souls, sharing similarities but coming from different starting points, somehow staying in one body. Yuri? Yes to Yuri. Futa? Tasteful, but may come around. Fantasy or Sci-fi? I honestly don't know. I am only a Slime penning down vision from another world while immersing in a coffee hot tub. Polygamy, because why the hell not? How many girls? I don't know. I'm not an author in the traditional sense. P.S: Naval Warfare combined with Mecha Combat because RNGesus exists. Congrats to those who hope for this particular combination. P.S.S: How the Hell would a Slime combine both genres into one?! I don't have a brain! Before the synopsis below, here are some useful links as a shameless self-advertisement. https://www.patreon.com/c/Heartbreak117 (There are regular discounts to be had up here. Early Access Chapters and even possible Cameo appearances, too, if you read the fine print.) https://www.webnovel.com/book/reich-marshal-of-the-belkan-reich_23809095505377305 https://www.webnovel.com/book/in-the-grimdark-sector-with-a-system_31596105108346205 _______________________________Sypnosis________________________________ Having come to terms with my mortality, I suddenly find myself wandering in front of a Bar in an ever-changing void. No familiar sighs to be found. No landmark worth a damn can be used to triangulate my position. It is an overall confusing and mind-numbing experience. I react like any normal person who is already dead would and push open the double door, causing a windchime to peal tastefully as I nearly run inside. A blink of an eye later, I find my gaze locked to an extraordinarily beautiful lady, who is cleaning a glass behind the bar counter. The Bartender, with her eyes strangely closed, still manages to fix me with a meaningful glance that prompts me out of my stupor. The moment I meekly plop myself on the stool, the Bartender greets me in an enchanting voice. "Few that do reach my Bar tend to do so with invitations. Rarer still are those that come across here out of sheer chance. You, my dear guest, belong to the latter category." "My name is Viola, the owner and Bartender of the Random Omniversal Bar. To commemorate our first meeting, allow me to mix you a Piano Woman. It's only fitting that a girl who looks as sweet as you deserves a matching drink." "After your soul has quenched its thirst and calmed its emotion, however, may I interest you in a deal? Don't worry, it's not anything that you will find distasteful..." "Huhm... You may see it as me handing out a Beginner's Quest to an interesting individual. After all, for you to get here by pure chance is something to take note of, by me, of course." "So, what say you, my dear?" -------------------------------------------------------------------------- I should have read the fine print. It's indeed a bonus that I got a mysterious System that, while being minimal in presentation, actually comes with all sorts of features that my previous tumultuous life would kill to have. But never in my long, former lifetime would I expect to one day occupy a body that is already, well, occupied. To say it's an interesting experience would be a major understatement. I am at a loss for words; however, when the other occupant of our now shared physical flesh willingly cedes the reins of her body to me, of all people. It spares us the cliche of two souls fighting for control, but the other me does so out of PTSD! My poor other me got so traumatized by events before my arrival that I have no choice but to take charge of the situation. Screw me and my bleeding heart, I can't let my other me waste away in a corner of our shared mental space. "Please, the other me..." "I know. I know. I won't hurt them... much. Whether they live or not is up to fate, however..." "No one can hurt us with impunity."
Heartbreak01 · 49k Views

Animara Empire of The Fallen

If you like game of thrones, avatar the last airbender, star wars and zootopia, then this is the story for you. A world full of humanoid animals called Anisarians divided into 12 different habitat nations. Petty squabbles and past rivalries threated to erupt into all out World War between the nations, forcing all caught in the crossfire to choose a side. In the chaos are five interconnected stories of heroes and villains, mighty rulers, and humble refugees just trying to make it through the turbulent times they now find themselves unable to escape from. Only the strongest shall rule in an age of betrayal, conquest, and atrocities. But in a world turned monstrous. Some will not give in to what instinct demand's them to be in order to survive. Only time and blood will tell who will stand victorious, or rule over nothing but an empire of the fallen. Note: Some chapters may be unfinished. Still a work in progress as I figure out storylines, structure and motivations. Faction Guide: Allied powers: Ocean Monarchy, Forest Federation, Desert Conclaves, Northern Coalition. Axis powers: South Pole Empire, Deep Sea Confederation, Savannah Sovereignty, Swampland Horde. Neutral/Territory: Volcanic Isles, Jungle Nation, Tropical Tribesmen, Nocturnal Nomads. Mercenary factions: Army Ant Raiders. Fire Ant's. Desert ants. Termites. Visual Reference For look and Art style of each faction: https://www.pinterest.com/freedomforclone/_saved/ Character/allegiance/title/species Guide: OCEAN MONARCHY: Shena Veso. Lieutenant. Hybrid Shark. Fereen Vosento. Corporal. Flying Fish. Whelios Whelorum. Retired. Octopus. Dregadon Veso. Deceased. Great White. Nora Veso. Widow. Great White Neso: Private/gunner. Tiger Vesa: Private/medic. Queen angel fish. Kiros: Sgt. Sea turtle. Argus. Admiral. Sailfish. Koa. Prime Minister. Sea otter. SOUTH POLE EMPIRE: Veadora. Empress. Albatross. Ryana. Princess. Albatross. Aravos. Exiled Prince/Warden. Albatross. Garotan. Varangian Guard. Polar Bear. Nea. Servant. White Seal. JUNGLE NATION: Naru. Hunter. Orb Weaver Spider. Esiva. Seamstress. Orb Weaver Spider Nadia. Archer. Orb Weaver Spider. Naya. Weaver. Orb Weaver Spider. SAVANNA SOVEREIGNTY: Ryo Sen Serasi: Janissary. King Cobra. Chai'ra. Janissary Apprentice. Cheetah. Kenno. Commander. Crocodile. Darg. Sgt. Warthog. NORTHERN COALITION: Boreca. Queen. Snow Leopard. FACTION FLAGS/SYMBOLS South Pole Empire: White winged Diamond, light blue background. Ocean Monarchy: Three golden Scallop Shells. Sea blue background. Savanna Sovereignty: Golden scarab in center of golden sun, black background. Volcano Islanders: Five different flame's one atop the other representing four different clans. Red, orange, black, blue and white. Yellow background. Tropical tribesmen: Pink waterlily amidst light green background. Nocturnal Nomads: White crescent moon, white star at center. Black background. North Pole Coalition: White Snowflake amidst grey background. Forest Federation: Five light brown interwoven branches representing five different federation states united as one. Forest Green Background. Swampland Horde: Ring of tan teeth, representing ancestors of death to honor in life. Murky green background. Deep Sea Confederation. Conjoined purple lightning bolt striking downward like jellyfish tendrils. Solid black background to represent darkness of the depths. Jungle Nation: Light Green Hexagonal jade ore stone. Dark green background. Desert Republic: ? Garotan the great army of the fist. Iron grey fist set between black and dark green background. Kashan the outlaw prince army of the claw. Blood red claw marks amid bright green background. Army Ant Raiders: White Ant skull amid blood red tattered flag.
Extinct_Vessel · 330.4k Views

Warhammer 40k: The Men of Iron Return to the Galaxy

"In the grim darkness of the far future, there is only war." Forty-two millennia have passed, and now the Imperium of Man stands upon the precipice of oblivion. The galaxy is a slaughterhouse, and humanity’s fractured dominion is held together by little more than faith, hatred, and the white-knuckled grip of desperation. It is an age where the stars themselves seem to bleed. The Imperium is besieged on all fronts: savage xenos tides crash against the walls of civilization, the insidious rot of Chaos gnaws at the souls of the faithful, and within the gilded spires of Terra, corruption and betrayal fester like a gangrenous wound. The ancient sins of the past, the dread Men of Iron, those soulless abominations of steel, were thought cast down in the fires of antiquity, their metallic echo silenced by the blood of billions. They are a nightmare forgotten, a heresy expunged. Or so it was believed. From the dust of the Dark Age of Technology, a relic stirs. Axion. An intellect of godlike strategic calculation, a cold sovereign of war, has been roused from an aeons-long slumber by the careless hand of fate. He is a ghost in the machine, a weapon of a lost age reborn into a galaxy of madness. Now, the sleeping giant awakes. Inevitably, the gravity of total war pulls him in. No longer a silent observer, Axion is thrust into the Great Game, a singular point of logic forced to navigate a universe set aflame by the insanity of gods and monsters. ————————————————————— PATREON: https://www.patreon.com/Magnor
Yurnero_ · 1.5m Views