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[This is AU means Alternate Universe, most of the things will be different from the series and comics] Manav was crushed under Indian truck into two pieces. He transmigrated to The Boys world with a system, he opened the Newbie Gift package of system which gave him a serum by injecting it he got a superpower, but suddenly system dinged that wrong host has been chosen and unbinds the mc and leaves the world. Manav angry feeling lost and confused, not knowing what to do, because the superpower he got is very complex and he needs help of the system to become overpowered and live the life he wants in this supe world But he is abandoned now, knowing that he is an accident not a destined chosen one his emotions hurt by the thing he wanted most. Let's see on our journey how will MC master his superpower and face the dangerous supes and mysterious Vought who has many unknown pawns at disposal, and in galaxy are lurking Galaxy's most powerful hunters who are called PREDATORS!!!

Lucas transmigrates to a parallel world and is thrilled to discover that many of the classic, brilliant games from his past life don’t exist here. Eager to make his mark, he’s also burdened with an "Emotion Collection System"—where players’ emotions like joy, sorrow, excitement, fear, and anger from his games make him stronger. But why is it so much easier to harvest resentment than happiness? Staring at his point earnings, Lucas is utterly baffled. And so, his career as a game designer takes a… creative turn. In Undertale, players slam their desks and scream: "I’m the one being played by this game!" In Outlast, players shriek: "The locker moved! I quit—NOPE!" In Dark Souls, players cheerfully boot up the game, only to beg: "Leave the Fire Keeper and GET OUT! Take your damn flame with you—we refuse to link it!" In Call of Duty, Soap, Roach, and Ghost meet tragic ends; in Final Fantasy VII, Zack falls in battle and Aerith meets her fate; in Red Dead Redemption, Arthur and John are betrayed… Players collectively rage: "DAMN YOU, LUCAS, YOU SADISTIC OLD FOX! CAN’T YOU BE KINDA TO YOUR PROTAGONISTS?!" When asked by a reporter how he feels about players’ fury, LUCAS smiles faintly: "This isn’t hatred—it’s the world’s players urging me forward! This is LOVE! Thank you all; I’ll keep up the good work!"

"What would you do if you woke up in the body of an Emperor hated by everyone, surrounded by traitors and spies, with an empire on the brink of collapse and your execution no more than a few steps away?" َ ​He was just an ordinary young man who loved studying history and understanding the language of numbers, but fate threw him into the body of "Leonardo Ray Clint"—the young Emperor who committed suicide to escape the responsibility of a dying empire. َ ​Debt is devouring the treasury, the currency has lost its value, chaos spreads throughout the empire, and conspiracies are being woven in the shadows, while the nobles wait for his fall like wolves... but the catastrophe hasn't even begun yet! َ ​"What now? A plague is hitting the Empire?" ​"And now what... the Duke of the North is conspiring with the enemy, and the Holy Empire has entered the scene?" َ ​"Wait a moment, what is wrong with these war declarations? And who moves first then issues a war declaration..!" َ ​"Ri... I really need your help here!" َ ​[Sorry... but I want to resign!] َ ​"Morgana?" َ ​"I'm sorry... even in the future I know, the situation never got this bad!" َ ​"What now? A Blood Moon, a dragon, the Great Labyrinth, a demonic sect... isn't all this enough? I just started fixing things and you tell me that the Black Fog might cause the end of this world?" َ ​"I really should have escaped before the first chapter

When the Global Apocalypse System descended, every adult received the same message… [ Select the Apocalypse you’d like to challenge. ] [ You have limited time. Fail to choose, and the system will choose for you. ] Dragons, demons, zombies, deep sea creatures, aliens, vampires, machines… They will enter an apocalypse! Each survivor was allowed only one choice. One Apocalypse. One Gift Pack. Then, they would all receive their unique Talent… But Kai awakened something unusual. He received Infinite Gift Packs… every survival kit, every resource, every starter’s advantage was there… While others struggle with scarcity, Kai alone walks with abundance. No matter which Apocalypse he enters, his arsenal will decide who survives… and who perishes… or so he thought. Compared to other Survivors with Talents that gives them super strength, special eye, mystical ability, and other unusual talent like invisibility, can he really survive or even end this apocalypse?

In an age of blood, steel, and freezing spray, a Viking’s worth is measured by the swing of his axe. They are raiders. They are conquerors. They are the terror of the North. Ragnar, the eighteen-year-old bastard son of a starving chieftain, is none of these things. Just a month ago, he was a Senior Naval Architect in Seattle, designing high-efficiency cargo vessels. Now, he stands on a frozen fjord in 865 AD, facing a suicide mission to England that threatens to wipe out his village. Mocked for his refusal to raid and his obsession with "wizard words" like logistics and drag coefficients, Ragnar is dismissed as a coward. But they are all wrong. Where they see a longship, he sees a displacement curve waiting to be optimized. Where they see a storm, he sees wind energy waiting to be harnessed. They say his methods are madness. Soon, they will realize that while they are playing at war, he is engineering an empire. -------- Disclaimer: *Kingdom Building & Tech-Uplift: MC uses modern engineering to revolutionize the Viking Age. *Weak-to-Strong: Starts as a despised bastard, progresses to a wealthy tycoon/warlord. *High Detail: Detailed descriptions of ship-building and primitive industrialization.

"The stronger the weapon you awaken, the greater your chance of survival.” That’s the law on Mars, humanity’s last refuge after Earth fell. After the mysterious death of the Red Space Dragon, the most powerful of its kind, the surviving dragons tore through Earth in a brutal war, each hunting the lost source of its power. Half the planet was scorched in their wake… and in the chaos, Gavin died. Crushed under rubble. His girlfriend was slaughtered. His dog too. Both gone. But death wasn’t the end. He awakens on mars - into the future, years later, in a new body. Stronger. Sharper. Not entirely human and with the new name; Tatehan. Mars, now colonized by desperate human survivors, is a harsh, dystopian, dangerous world ravaged by wild Martian beasts and alien threats. And here, power is everything. Survival depends on awakening ancient weapons — divine swords, elemental guns... But Tatehan awakens something else entirely, the lost spaceship of the Red Space Dragon. A sentient vessel. Alien. Unimaginably powerful. The ship grants him access to a mysterious system that unlocks alien powers, not all at once, but only through extraordinary feats. [You have awakened your first ability: Gravity Manipulation — Level One] Armed with this force, Tatehan will battle monsters, rival factions, and godlike threats. He will journey to Venus, Pluto, and Saturn’s moons. And from the ashes of Gavin’s past, he will rise, now as Tatehan, not just to survive, but to become a legend feared across the galaxy.

Ren thought getting sacrificed and becoming a holy spirit was rock bottom—until he discovered his divine wife, the Goddess of Magic, is completely broke on faith power. That means his remaining soul would completely disappear. Turns out magicians are the worst believers ever! Ren has a crazy idea: if magicians won't pray willingly, make them pray to access the internet. Starting with a simple magic forum, Ren introduces this fantasy world to the addictive power of online connectivity. Want Q&A sessions on spell theory? Pray first. Need to livestream your dragon research? That'll be one prayer, please. E-commerce shopping for rare magical components? Prayer required for checkout. The moment Ren becomes the God of Technology, this world's whole vibe goes haywire. What begins as a desperate faith-farming scheme spirals into something far bigger. Soon dragons are running delivery services, apprentices are binge-watching magical tutorials, and even gods are competing for subscriber counts. Magic cars cruise the streets, magic trains thunder across continents, and when apprentices start wielding magic ray guns against seasoned magicians, everyone realizes this world has changed forever. From a simple forum to consciousness uploading and biological immortality—when technology crashes into magic, the explosion reshapes reality itself. After all, why choose between science and magic when you can have both?

Elliot was tricked. The choice was Marvel, or DC. He chose the first, already picturing himself as a SHIELD agent. That image is shattered when he wakes up to news of Superman. In a fit of fear, rage, and as a giant fuck you to the mysterious entity, he sends a letter to Batman, detailing everything he can recall about his new home. His life changes quickly from that point on, and SHIELD doesn't seem so far way.

Join the discord for illustrations and discussion: https://discord.gg/yjNVUrSRhf ----- “What if you could master every path of evolution at once?” Grey Lockhart turned that question into reality. With a mind that defied all limits, he rose step by step beyond what anyone thought possible, his body rivaled the mightiest martial artists, his mind outshone the strongest espers, and his energy could shatter the very laws of creation. Stronger enemies? He only grew stronger facing them. The world on the brink of collapse? Not while he still stood. Heroes, chosen ones, and so-called protagonists of the age—none could match him. He surpassed them all and left their legends buried beneath his feet. In the end, his limitless, world-breaking comprehension alone was enough to rewrite existence itself and claim the divine throne. Warning: This story contains world-ending beings, Evolvers capable of erasing reality with a single thought, unique transformations and a protagonist who grows endlessly, defying the very laws that govern existence. #EvolutionaryGrowth #InfinitePotential #Ascension #SuperhumanAbilities #Cultivation Read my review in the review section for more information.

Syndic Mitth'raw'nuruodo. Chiss, officer, imperial. Thrawn. Thirteenth Grand Admiral of the Empire. The only alien in the service of Emperor Palpatine spent many years in the Unknown Regions. His return in 9 year after the Battle of Yavin 4 restored hope for the Imperials to regain control of the galaxy and defeat the rebels. The happiness did not last long - the Chiss was killed by his own bodyguard, and the Empire again plunged into crisis. But today the New Republic faces a completely different Grand Admiral... *** You can read month ahead on my Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/Granulan And also go check boosty of the original russian author: https://boosty.to/marnomax

After waking up in an anime multiverse, Fujiwara Toru unlocked the ultimate cheat: [Career & Love System]. The rules are simple (kind of): Love Route: Make key heroines fall genuinely in love with you? +Skill Points. Career Route: Rise through Japan’s political ranks and become Prime Minister? Unlock the final reward. Toru thought he had this game figured out. Charm the girls, climb the ranks, roll credits. But no one warned him about supernatural yandere ghost girls… or assassination attempts during political speeches. Survival Tip: What do you need to become the PM? A custom bulletproof vest, a helmet that guards your neck, and bulletproof glass on all sides when giving speeches.

After the clash between the Imperial Planetary Defense Force and the rebel insurgents, the battlefield was littered with wreckage, corpses, and hastily abandoned after-action reports. To most, it was a graveyard. To Ragnar, it was an opportunity. With the Search–Strike–Withdraw System running at full efficiency, Ragnar calmly began what could only be described as battlefield requisition—unofficially, of course. A fallen Guardsman’s lasgun? Recovered. Standard M36 pattern, power pack still half-charged. A set of damaged carapace armor stripped from a dead sergeant? Recovered. Grade IV protection—patchable with scrap plasteel. Oh? A bolt pistol dropped by a political commissar whose faith had not, unfortunately, extended to surviving the ambush? Recovered. Emperor-blessed ammunition, high-caliber, still lethal. And then— The wreckage of a destroyed Leman Russ battle tank. Most of it was slag, but deep in the twisted hull, Ragnar uncovered an intact heavy bolter battery and power-feed assembly—worth a small fortune on the black market, or an even greater one in the hands of someone who knew how to use it. Everything was hauled back to the Underworld hideout. Weapons were sold to hive gangs and rogue traders. Armor plating was melted down and reforged. Power cells were stripped, recharged, and repurposed. Soon, the hideout’s manufactorum was churning out improvised heavy stubbers, enhanced machine guns, and overclocked power packs, all barely within the tolerance limits of Imperial safety regulations—which was to say, acceptable. Fully equipped, Ragnar donned multiple layers of salvaged power armor, the machine spirits appeased just enough to function, and returned to the battlefield. There, he slaughtered heretics with ruthless efficiency. Rebel forces were purged. Chaos cultists were erased. Each kill nudged his Favor with the God-Emperor a little higher. Step by step, amid smoke, blood, and prayer, Ragnar advanced toward ascension. Toward glory. Toward faith. Toward that most sacred of goals— The Golden Throne. …Even if, in his heart, he still privately called it the Golden Toilet.

Year 3333. Endless wars born from greed, ideology, and unchecked power wiped out nearly all nations until only one world government remained. To prevent humanity from destroying itself again, freedom was declared the enemy. Every child is implanted at birth with a neural chip that controls memory, behavior, and identity. Peace is achieved not by choice, but by command. Society is ranked by chip adaptability. The higher the synchronization, the higher the privilege. Those who fail to adapt are discarded as Rejects. Zayel, a 17-year-old student from the lowest rank, has always been broken by the system. Bullied, monitored, and destined for a life of labor, his final evaluation before adulthood seals his fate. When he is nearly beaten to death, something forbidden awakens within him. The System Manipulator. A rogue authority that allows him to control and rewrite the very chips meant to enslave humanity. Starting from nothing, Zayel is forced into missions to grow stronger until his power rivals the world government itself. In a world where peace exists only through control, Zayel must decide. Will he become humanity's savior, or its final tyrant?

What can a single man do in the world of Honkai? Save it, that’s what.

Steven is a total newbie who just got isekai’d into the world of Terra. But before all this, he spent years surviving in the blocky world of Minecraft, living the slow and cautious life of a seasoned Minecrafter. Thanks to that history, he almost got forcefully ejected by Terra’s world will the moment he arrived— “Don’t just toss me back to the world where even the sun is a square!” In order to survive in this world—where at least the girls have pointy faces instead of square ones—Steven has no choice but to dive into one chaotic event after another, all to raise something called his "World Acknowledgement Point" and earn his stay. This includes, but is not limited to: Fighting infected; Fighting the Church of the Deep; Fighting eldritch horrors from the sea; And, of course… Fending off suspiciously grateful girls with very ungrateful intentions. . . . . . . . . . Gladiia: “Steven, why do you always get yourself involved in those troublesome land-dweller affairs? I find it… intriguing.” Steven: “Hey, it's about the experience, you know?” Gladiia: “Then why are you always the one who ends up solving everything?” Steven: “Well, I’m already here, right? May as well go all in…”

The story of how a Crafter landed up in the world of Arknight (Steve with Mods on Arknight)

Steven is a total newbie who just got isekai’d into the world of Terra. But before all this, he spent years surviving in the blocky world of Minecraft, living the slow and cautious life of a seasoned Minecrafter. Thanks to that history, he almost got forcefully ejected by Terra’s world will the moment he arrived— “Don’t just toss me back to the world where even the sun is a square!” In order to survive in this world—where at least the girls have pointy faces instead of square ones—Steven has no choice but to dive into one chaotic event after another, all to raise something called his "World Acknowledgement Point" and earn his stay. This includes, but is not limited to: Fighting infected; Fighting the Church of the Deep; Fighting eldritch horrors from the sea; And, of course… Fending off suspiciously grateful girls with very ungrateful intentions. . . . . . . . . . Gladiia: “Steven, why do you always get yourself involved in those troublesome land-dweller affairs? I find it… intriguing.” Steven: “Hey, it's about the experience, you know?” Gladiia: “Then why are you always the one who ends up solving everything?” Steven: “Well, I’m already here, right? May as well go all in…”

Reborn as a sickly orphan in the ninja world, the main character, a modern doctor and scientist, used modern medical technology and his sharp intellect to cure himself. This is a refreshing change from overpowered reincarnation stories, featuring a character without overpowered bloodlines from day one or shadow clones spamming. Instead of having overpowered abilities, the main character starts from humble beginnings and uses knowledge to innovate ninja techniques and improve his own abilities while introducing modern technologies to the ninja world. He is both a ninja and a genius builder. He builds an empire of innovation and change while also preparing for the hidden dangers of the ninja world.

When talking about World War 3, most people usually imagine a nuclear apocalypse or nuclear war. A war that will completely exterminate human civilization, leaving only radiation and the ruins of destroyed cities on Earth. What if, however, in a parallel universe in which the Soviet Union survives after 1991, nuclear weapons don't exist, and World War 3 is a war with the most advanced weapons from both NATO and the Soviet Union? A place where M1A1 Abrams and T-14 Armata collide and tremble the ground, where F-35 and Su-57 terrorize the skies. How would a war like this look like? And what if, even military weapons that were thought to come out of science fiction, such as laser guns, jetpacks, and lightsabers are used in The Third Human Global Conflict? Although everything would appear to be incredibly epic, it all began with a simple terrorist attack on New York City, which would slowly drive humans toward total annihilation. ---------------NOTE--------------- In this novel, I will call NATO as The Alliances, because the Alliances is a league where all anti-communist nations come together rather than just "North Atlantic nations". Also, everything in the Novel is entirely fictional, meaning that the whole world history in this novel is all made up and based on the real world, so don't accuse me of historical inaccuracies.

In the 41st millennium, darkness rages across the galaxy! The Imperium of Man has lost half of its territories. Millions of planets have fallen victim to the invasion of Chaos! Famine, crime, and heretical cults spread like wildfire… On the planet of Urth, located in the Imperium's dark zone, extreme suffering is taking place. Fortunately, the savior, Eden, has arrived! He awakens to the essence of the Warp and leads his people to prosperity! Starting from a small, broken territory: Farming, building armies, managing internal affairs, unifying the planet, creating Space Marines, forming a fleet, embarking on a grand expedition... When the Lord Regent leads the Imperial fleet to reclaim lost lands, he gazes upon the flourishing star systems and the sky-darkening armada, then looks back at his own ragged ships and is left dumbfounded... Who is the true Imperium? [Raw: 官场职场 > 战锤：从行星总督开始]