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“If the journey of flame chasing is a journey of constant loss, then trailblazing is a journey of constant gain!” "And faced with fate, every Phainon made the same choice." —— Phainon, who has the same name as the deliverer, cosplays as the Flame reaver and accidentally travels through time. The system panel just happened to awaken, and I thought it was about to take off. Who knew that he would resonate with Phainon of Aedes Elysiae, and not only inherit all the abilities of the Flame Reaver, but also the memory of 30 million reincarnations. Thus, a new Phainon was born. He is neither a time traveler nor Phainon of Aedes Elysiae. He only knew that he had a duty to perform - to bring destruction to Nanook. So he boarded the Astral express. "This time, we must change the ending, fulfill everyone's wishes, and bring 'tomorrow' to Amphoreus!"

Due to his own carelessness, Duanmu Huai finds himself transported into the world of the game "Star Ocean Online." Starting from a humble core capsule, Duanmu Huai ventures across the starry sea to countless worlds. He awakens powers that have long been dormant, confronts threats lurking in the depths of the universe, and sets his sights on dominating the galaxy!

A bloodsucking mosquito with the soul of a student, seeking revenge, rose from being weak to powerful, step by step from this unassuming life planet 'Earth', becoming a powerful force in the entire universe! Literary version: Reborn as a larva, striving for self-improvement, and ultimately transforming into a terrifying giant mosquito. From then on, I roamed freely across the universe, traveling the vast universe's starry sky! Passionate version: You weak cosmic creatures! I'm using my mouthparts to consume the core nutrients of your mother star. What can you do about it? Funny version: You think I'm disgusting? You hate me because I suck blood? Want to swat me dead with one slap? Just wait, one day I'll stomp your house down!

In the Land of Light, I'm a nobody. I’m Shin Natsuki, a bottom-of-the-barrel grunt in the Ultra Space Garrison. My power level? Pathetic... at least, compared to legends like Ultraman King and Zero. My daily job isn't fighting universal threats; it's cleaning up asteroids and writing reports. But when a dimensional vortex throws me across the multiverse, the definition of "weak" gets flipped upside down. My "pathetic" 40,000-ton body? Jaegers from Pacific Rim are flimsy paper toys. My "basic" Spacium Beam (500,000°C)? EVA's Angels are incinerated instantly. Godzilla, Kaiju No. 8, the Angels... they are all just pests waiting to be purified. They called me a grunt in my world. In their worlds, they call me a God. This is the story of the Land of Light's "weakest" Ultra, on his quest to prove that even a 'Mob' character can curb-stomp the multiverse. Worlds Schedule: Volume 1: Pacific Rim (Complete) Volume 2: Evangelion (Complete) Volume 3: Kaiju No. 8 (Complete) Volume 4: Godzilla: Monsterverse (In Progress...) Next: Ultraman (Manga)

Updates on Mondays, Wednesdays, Thursdays, Fridays and Sundays. In the 36th century, humanity rules the solar system. War, poverty, and scarcity are relics of a distant past. Cities hum with limitless energy. Hunger and illiteracy have been engineered out of existence. Society is stable and prosperous. But peace has its own consequences. In a world without scarcity, conflict becomes ideology. Extremist sects and insurgent movements rise in the vacuum, threatening the fragile order billions now take for granted. Stretch is a marshal — one of the elite civil enforcers tasked with preserving stability across the system. Analytical, disciplined, and dangerously adaptive in combat, he believes in the structure he was raised in. Until a new organization emerges. One unlike the others. Their methods targeted and precise. Their goals unclear. As attacks escalate and loyalties fracture, Stretch finds himself pushed beyond protocol, beyond rank, and beyond certainty as he tries to protect all that matters to him. Updates on Mondays, Wednesdays, Thursdays, Fridays and Sundays. Cover art from gt39 on Pixabay

Fifty years after the Battle of Yavin, the galaxy finds itself in a fragile state of recovery. Scarred by the Yuuzhan Vong War and Darth Caedus’s reign, countless worlds and individuals struggle to rebuild from decades of devastation. Amid the fractured alliances of the reformed New Republic, the Imperial Remnants, and independent coalitions, the Jedi Order stands as a beacon of hope. On Yavin 4, the Jedi Temple serves as a sanctuary for Force-sensitive children, offering them a chance to heal and find purpose. Among the new arrivals is Kael Varo, formerly Kael Valtherion, a boy who abandoned his Imperial noble heritage to embrace the path of the Jedi. Alongside him is Vila Saresh, a twi'lek freed from slavery, haunted by her past but determined to find a brighter future. As these Padawans confront their own traumas, they uncover the lingering echoes of ancient threats: Sith artifacts, Yuuzhan Vong technology, and the ideological scars left by Darth Caedus, still twisting others, even after his death. Guided by the wisdom of Grandmaster Luke Skywalker, the young Jedi must learn that being a Jedi is not merely about mastering the Force but about finding unity and courage in a galaxy still divided. ------ Author's notes: Hey-ho people! Welcome to my Star Wars fanfiction, which is told from a first-person point of view. For a bit of background information and what to expect, you must know a few things about me: My first introduction to Star Wars was on VHS, so I am not a newcomer to the setting. I was a child when there was only the trilogy and a teen when the prequels happened. I grew up reading the Expanded Universe and with the stories and exploits of Luke. This story of mine will take place in 50 ABY, right after the Expanded Universe mostly stopped producing stories. Writing it, anything that happened after the Disney acquisition is going to be ignored. This even includes the Mandalorian series because no matter how good the first season was, it was built on a foundation made out of sand. Proof: Book of Boba Fett and the third season. I'll try my very best to stay true to the original vision of what made Star Wars so captivating. Expect weekly chapters!

Adrian Blackwood awakened to an affinity no one believed possible. Not [Space], not [Time], but the [Source], the origin of all powers. While others train for years to master a single element, Adrian devours them all. Lightning, fire, gravity… even life, death, and time. Everything bends back to the Source. Yet power alone cannot save a world drowning in endless waves of monsters. Not when even S-rank commanders bleed on the battlefield. To protect humanity, Adrian will break every limit. To protect those he loves, he will shatter the very rules of existence. He will not be a weapon. He will rule the Source as its Emperor. What to Expect: [+] Power fantasy, cosmic scale. From defending humanity on Earth, to galaxies, to universes, and finally to existence itself. If you like Infinite Mana in the Apocalypse, you’ll feel right at home. [+] MC-focused. The story follows Adrian’s rise as he grows into the Emperor of the Source. [+] Daily uploads. At least 1 chapter a day, 1k–1.5k words per chapter. [+] Fast-Paced Story. Mastering affinities, devouring concepts, and breaking the very laws of mana.

Zeig unexpectedly traversed to the Honkai: Star Rail world, and right at the start, he was implanted with a Stellaron by Kafka. "Congratulations to the host for awakening the Slacking System. Slacking makes you stronger!" "There's such a good thing?" Zeig lay down on the spot, leaving Kafka and Silver Wolf dumbfounded. After slacking ended... "Congratulations to the host for obtaining Aeon Emanator-level strength, as well as the true legacy ultimate technique of the Phoenix Immortal!" "No way, it really gives it?!" That day, outside Herta Space Station, a sword tip that obscured the galaxy appeared, slowly descending toward the Doomsday Beast. March 7th stared in astonishment: "Oh my god, what is that?" Welt adjusted his glasses: "It's actually the Taixu Sword God. Who on earth is the one drawing the sword?" Asta's pupils shrank sharply: "How much money would it take for him to stay at the space station? I'll pay double, no problem!" Herta: "Heh, in this laboratory today, once you come, you won't be able to leave. It's not up to you!" Only Zeig remained calm as still water. "Everyone, small scene, no biggie." "By the way." Zeig turned his head, "Did you capture my handsome heroic figure just now? Remember to photoshop it more." Everyone: "......" In order to protect his companions well under the threat of the Aeon of Destruction, Zeig entered ultimate slacking mode. "What's the point of Trailblazing? I haven't finished my happy water yet." "For the inn, I want the most expensive and highest-grade one." "March, where are your snacks? No way, it's only been a few days and I've eaten them all? So little, go buy more." March 7th gritted her teeth and said to everyone on the train: "How about we kick him off the train?" ——

Li Wei, a Level 2 researcher for the RDA. Eywa chose him. Not because he was a hero, but because he understood—life is not meant to be conquered, but to be lived with. Walking the fault line between two worlds, he grew from a cog in the machine into a planetary being.

The world changed the day the first Battle Zones appeared. From the depths of space came terrifying Beasts—creatures powerful enough to destroy cities and wipe out armies. Humanity had only one way to survive. Warriors. Humans who synchronize their genes with mysterious cores, gaining supernatural abilities and the power to fight back. Among billions of ordinary people, two young men step onto the battlefield for the first time. Alex Singhania. A boy from a normal family… but with an extraordinary synchronization rate and terrifying telekinetic power. Derricks. A fearless fighter with unmatched will and the dream of becoming stronger no matter the cost.

Krishna was an SPG officer who died doing his duty. During a terrorist attack in Delhi, he saved the life of the Indian President, killing fifteen attackers before succumbing to blood loss. As sirens faded and his friend’s voice called him back from the edge, Krishna believed his life had ended unfinished. It hadn’t. He awakens in a parallel universe millions of years ahead of his own, where humanity has solved scarcity, war, and survival itself. Humans coexist with sentient robots. Aliens, once enemies, are now allies bound by ancient treaties. Civilization has expanded beyond galaxies, guided by flawless technology and perfect systems. Yet in this perfected world, something vital has withered. Entertainment still exists—but it is rigid, emotionless, optimized into lifeless perfection. There are no stories that ignite obsession, no music that breaks hearts, no games that consume nights, no art that leaves scars. Krishna is reborn into this future with a changed body, a second chance, and an unusual companion: an Entertainment System that allows him to recreate the lost cultural works of his original world—movies, songs, anime, manga, games, comics, and stories humanity once lived for. Krishna begins releasing creations that this civilization has forgotten how to feel. His works spread not through control, but through emotion. Not through marketing, but through impact. As songs make people cry without knowing why, films spark debates instead of consensus, and stories awaken long-dormant passions across species, Krishna slowly reshapes a universe—not by fighting it, but by reminding it what it means to be human. This is not a story of conquest or villains. It is the story of a man who died a hero… …and was reborn as the spark that taught a perfect civilization how to feel again. Genre Tags Primary: 1-->Sci-Fi 2-->Reincarnation 3-->Slice of Life 4-->Cultural / Social Impact Secondary: 5-->Futuristic Civilization 6-->System 7-->Psychological 8-->Philosophical 9-->Drama 10-->Harem 11-->Overpowered Combat 12-->Emotional Growth 13-->Viral Culture 14-->Slow Burn Impact

Max Vaughn, an archaeologist, meets a tragic end in an unexpected accident. Expecting either an afterlife or the nothingness of death, he instead awakens among the stars, adrift in space and wielding a power ring, within the Marvel Universe. The fic will follow Max's adventures as the Green Lantern in the distant past of the Marvel Universe, as he builds his legend among the stars and even creates the Corps. This story will be a mix of comics and MCU canon, with some adjustments to the timeline for the sake of the narrative. If you notice any inconsistencies in timelines or character ages, it's simply me making changes for the fic’s sake. This is my first Marvel fic, which is why I’m taking this approach. . . If you wish to support me check out my patreon.com/Illusiveone

Nareth was chosen by the Sefirot "Kingdom of Disorder," altering his fate from the gestation pod and giving the Chaos Gods a little shock. During the Great Crusade, he expanded the empire's borders. In the Horus Heresy, he slew the traitorous Primarchs. After the Emperor ascended the Golden Throne, as the only remaining Primarch, he became the one to put out fires across the galaxy. In the War of the Beast, he struck down the Beast. In the Eternal War, he made traitors tremble in fear. All praise his loyalty—but was that the whole truth? "Actually, I was just in it for the benefits. "What? You didn’t notice? With the potion ingredients, I could nurture Beyonders. "Belisarius Cawl was my ‘enlightener’..." "I am the shadow of order, finding every exploitable loophole in the rules." He is the Black Emperor, the one who dictates the laws. He forges a new empire and carves out a future for humanity, drowning in darkness and despair!

Arris never asked to be special. One moment he was just a student; the next, reality ripped open and dumped him on an alien world under twin suns—already bleeding from missing limbs, no explanation, no mercy. A calm, amused voice in his head whispers that survival is possible… if he’s willing to endure. Every beast he slays floods him with its memories, its instincts, its hungers. But something vital inside him is slipping away with every death. He was never meant to be here. An unknown benefactor stitched an unearned gift—and a hidden curse—straight into his soul. Five years. One red mark on a map only he can see. Reach it or die trying, there is no other choice In a world full of impossible monsters with impossible abilities, the sweet, serene voice remains laughing…

"Don't come back! Don't return!" That was the last message Tom received from Earth before the signal died. Stranded 15 billion kilometers from the sun, he has enough supplies to survive alone for fifteen years. But Tom doesn't want to die alone. He wants to conquer. Desperate, Tom activates the ship’s biological livestock tank. He doesn't breed cattle; he clones himself. When the clone opens its eyes, Tom realizes he hasn't just created a helper, He has unlocked a Hive Mind. One consciousness. Multiple bodies. Parallel processing. More clone, more processing power But power has a price. With twelve clones now awake, his fifteen-year food supply has shrunk to a death sentence: One year. Forced into a corner, Tom must lead his clone army to the frozen, airless surface of Loshen Star. Armed only with 19th-century steam technology and sheer grit, he must ignite the fires of industry in absolute zero. He is no longer just an astronaut. He is the Swarm. And he will turn this dead planet into a civilization of one.

Lieutenant Commander Cole was a thirty-four-year-old from a world where Star Trek was merely fiction, until a terminal gasp transported him into a younger, optimized body aboard the USS Enterprise-D. He has been gifted three intrinsic abilities: Energy Manipulation, Enhanced Physicality, and Technology Assimilation—powers that function not through a game-like system, but through the organic expansion of his consciousness. Using his meta-knowledge of the 24th century, Cole intervenes in the Armus incident on Vagra II, saving Tasha Yar from her canonical death and forging a deep, complicated bond with her. As he balances his duties as an engineer with the fragment of Armus still tethered to his chest, he must navigate the ethical complexities of his "Traveler-like" potential. From managing the emergence of the Moriarty AI to preparing for the Borg threat, Cole is no longer just a passenger in history; he is the ship's designated expert on artificial consciousness and the variable that will determine if the Federation survives the coming storms.

In a World where humans have long since achieved interstellar dominion and carved their own empire, Silas Lancaster, a young boy from a Low-grade planet, gets the ability to store information, fuse it, and even deduce anything infinitely in his mind that seemed to function like a library. In a world ruled by technology and cultivation, watch how Silas reaches the top as he uncovers the deepest secrets of the universe.

To survive in the court of the Supreme Lord of the Ra System, you need to be either Varys or Littlefinger, and this is the minimum threshold required for survival. But what if you're more of an engineer than a political manipulator? If the answer is correct, it's better to stay away from the throne, be the governor of a distant planet, mine the nakwadah and live happily ever after. Using his after-knowledge to destroy the Goa'uld regime, which only prevents the galaxy from coming to greatness. I am not the author of this wonderful work, I will post a link to the original. https://author.today/work/442308

what if somehow the warhammer 40k universe received a reprieve from the inescapable violence and eventual ending ? what if the chaos gods were no longer a threat , what if reality was given a wake up call making it all seem like a horrible nightmare one woke up from . This is my version of the happy ending for the warhammer universe I envision .

Elian Voss makes things look perfect on screens. In 2240, that means designing the digital layer woven into the fabric of reality itself, the invisible architecture that makes an interplanetary civilization feel livable, feel *human*. He is exceptional at his job. He is forgettable everywhere else. Then one morning, without warning, the color black stops existing. Not darkness. Not shadow. Not the concept of absence. The color itself. Every screen across Earth and its eleven inhabited stations throws the same silent error. `#000000` returns null. Scientists dedicate entire processing networks to finding an answer. Governments convene. Religions overflow. The world collectively screams into a void that no longer has a color. Elian stares at his code and thinks it looks *edited.* Not broken. Not corrupted. Clean. Like a single line was removed by someone who knew exactly what they were doing and didn't feel the need to leave a note. So he starts digging. Not out of heroism. Simply because he is the kind of man who cannot leave a bug alone at 3 AM. What he finds will not restore the color. It will not save anything. It will only show one exhausted programmer, in a civilization that can navigate asteroid belts and simulate ecosystems, exactly how mistaken they have been about who is doing the navigating. The color doesn't come back. Elian closes the file. Opens a new one. Gets back to work. "Some bugs were never meant to be fixed. Some were meant to be delivered." #000000 is a sci-fi story with 3 books Book 1: The color of what we built Book 2: The color of where we're going Book 3: The color of what comes next The story itself questions the human fragility that no matter how advance humanity progressed, a single instance can change everything humans knew, their foundation and the way of how humanity perceive life.