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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)

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?" —— 70 Advance Chapter on Patreon/Ferasam

First, I drank beer on the couch... Then I fought for freedom and democracy on hundreds of planets, for the glory of Super Earth... And now I find myself in a world of Jedi and Sith, where the latter want to destroy everything I held so dear! But that's not going to happen. *** Read over 100 chapters ahead and stay 12+ months in front of public releases — all early chapters are waiting for you on my Patreon: Granulan

In the grim darkness of the 41st millennium, humanity stands upon the precipice of annihilation, its fate dangling by a frayed thread amidst the endless storm of war. Across the stars, the Warp boils with madness as the Dark Gods weave their eternal conspiracy, whispering blasphemies that twist reality and chain the future to their will. Yet, from beyond the veil of certainty, a figure emerges, an anomaly, a scourge upon the predestined path. The Doom Slayer! Herald of ruin, breaker of chains, scourge of demon and tyrant alike! May your blade feast upon the lifeblood of the damned. May your wrath echo through the galaxies, and may your name be etched in fire upon the bones of eternity. KAR EN TUK! Warhammer 40,000: Doom 战锤40K：毁灭战士

"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

Ledea Mace is fifteen years old, a salvager working the asteroid belts at the edge of nowhere. Her partner is her younger sister Shutia — except Shutia is twenty-four, handles the guns, and has never once taken her eyes off her big sister for long. When a crew of raiders shows up to take their haul by force, the two of them improvise their way out of it the only way they know how: together. The aftermath is tea, a too-warm couch, and Shutia saying things that sound almost like a joke. Almost.

R18 Many sex scenes The earth is turned into a black hole; Ray's life is full of regrets, but when he reaches the center of it, he gets a second chance; he travels back in time to his childhood. This time making sure that world doesn't look down upon him. The lust system awakens. Character: Ray Kurosawa Rank: SSS Level: 1 Experience: 0/1000 Kinks: Milfs, feet, harem Magic: blood magic To gain abilities, you need to level up. I will upload two chapters a day.

As the title suggests, it is a real shame that no one is writing about Warhammer at a time when cinematic storytelling is so prevalent. This book is written solely about Warhammer. Its purpose is to let the worlds beyond know of the Human Empire—an empire that does everything it can for the survival of mankind—and to show other worlds what true despair and fragile hope look like. Everything from the Warhammer world was projected into the myriad realms. Ring the bell once! Pull the lever, start the piston and pump… Ring the bell twice! Press the button, ignite the engine, set the turbine ablaze, inject life… Ring the bell three times! Sing in unison and praise the God of Machines! Trisolaran: “Wait—Earth is this advanced now?! What is the ETO?!” P.S.: The first forty chapters primarily focus on the darkness of the Imperium. The introduction of the Warp comes later. The author is not an Imperium hater. Only a limited number of worlds will observe these events for now: God of War, DC, Marvel, the Kingdom of Light, and Warhammer. Others may be added later, as this work is written purely out of personal interest in these worlds. The world depicted in the first chapter was written a year ago, during a time when the author was still interested in these games. As that interest has faded, so too has the motivation to continue writing. (I'm not the author of this work i am merely sharing this here on this platform for others to read and enjoy.)

The Live Broadcast Room descends upon the Honkai: Star Rail Universe and Teyvat. The broadcast starts immediately with the future plot, the Penacony chapter! Aventurine: Three gambling chips are enough, all, or nothing! Firefly: I dreamed of a barren land, a new sprout breaking through the earth... Moths flocking to the flame, born to die! Acheron: May death end your long, drawn-out dream... leading you back to the world of clarity. Mikhail: Having reached the end of the journey of life, I will leave this self-proclaimed precious flame in the deepest part of the dream, hoping to pass it on to the nameless guests of the next generation. Ternan: Some things, even if meaningless, must ultimately be done. Until the very end, Sunday descends! “I shall ascend to the heavens, transforming into the Sun in the sky.” “Multitudes shall flourish eagerly beneath my light, and all evil shall have no place to hide.” “If your paradise can save more people, then cut off my path forward with your own hands.” The First Day granted truth. The Second Day granted the calendar. The Third Day granted language. ... Prepare to witness, the Primal Order is at hand! Want even more content? Join the inner circle on my patreon.com/Hotaru12, your support fuels these projects, and in return, you unlock exclusive early access for future chapters. Check out the tiers for exclusive perks. 2 Chapter Release Every Monday, Wednesday, And Friday 1pm @GMT+8

To cope with the fierce competition between the various Cosmoses, the top-tier gods of the prime Cosmos to which Blue Star belongs, inspired from an unknown source, organized a Lord Competition that spans the entire Cosmos. With the spirituality of intelligent lifeforms as the core, supplemented by the power of a world, they are cast into the chaos outside the Cosmos. The power of chaos is transformed into a sanctuary, and the intelligent lifeforms become the masters of these small worlds, known as Lords. Then, using the connection between the intelligent lifeforms and the prime world as a guide, these newly created small worlds are drawn into the prime Cosmos. Then, through the competition, powerful Lords are selected. The eliminated Lords will have the connection to their territories severed and will be sent back to their original worlds. A portion of their territories will be given as rewards to the powerful Lords, while another portion is absorbed by the prime Cosmos, taken by the gods, or becomes a new planet in the Cosmos. The competition will continue until the participating Lords become gods, only then will they be able to leave the competition. An unknown amount of time has passed, and another competition is about to begin. Lin Yu, with his god-tier talent, drew a World Tree Seed from the novice benefits, creating a World Tree Territory and bringing new changes to this Cosmos.

Above lies the Nine Heavens Galaxy, with its awe-inspiring celestial power, and below lies the vast earth, where ants gaze at the sky. Martial artists can communicate with stars, awaken the power of the stars, and embark on a path against the heavens. Stars can be divided into beast types, artifact types, and miscellaneous types. Among them, beast types are led by dragon stars. "You... you are actually a dragon-type star? How is this possible?" a peerless genius exclaimed in shock. Lin Feng smiled calmly, "I'm sorry, I have eight more like this!"

Young genius Ren Zhong, suffering from a terminal illness, chooses the human cryonics project. Upon awakening, he finds himself in a desolate wilderness, beneath a gigantic blue sun and a duo of silver-white moons. On this unfamiliar planet, relying on the resurrection to rewind time and accumulate experience, Ren Zhong is determined to become a warrior. After experiencing betrayal, being wanted, and judged, he resolves to rebel against this unjust world and establish a new world order through war. Compress infinite time into a moment; anything can happen. Rising from insignificance, walking the seams of time, reversing billions of years of enslavement. This is the story of an immortal man and his comrades breaking the shackles of fate.

Su Mo, a late bloomer, was introverted and bad at socializing with strangers. He thought his life would stay pretty ordinary, but everything changed when he started playing the popular game Star Ring. He unexpectedly rediscovered the joys of life and set off on a journey to claim the throne.

Welcome to Eteliria, the Kingdom above the floating clouds. Let us push open the Gateway, pick up our staffs, and the adventure will begin from here— Through the hills of clouds and seas, like floating grass, the shallow rivers gleam; Across the meadows flowing with gold and honey, filled with laughter, beneath Rodell's cottages, a gentle song drifts. Through Egon's ancient forests, where dark vines grow rampant and whispers linger; Over ridges and between Chongshan peaks, shadows stir in the Underground World, danger lurks at every turn, and swords reflect light. The tale of a boy chasing his dreams, above the sky and cloud ridges, the Giant Dragon's Shadow, soaring with outstretched wings. And after time has been sealed away, the hearth fire still burns bright.

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!

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!

Daimon, a modern-day man with a love for video games and sci-fi lore, finds himself unexpectedly thrust into the Star Wars universe during the tumultuous era of the Old Republic. His reincarnation is anything but ordinary; he is reborn as a Gen'Dai (Not the ugly looking ones, his appearance is similar to Thanos) , a race known for its extraordinary regenerative abilities and near-immortality. However, Daimon’s transformation is even more remarkable, his Gen'Dai physiology is enhanced by genetic traits from various races across the galaxy, making him an unparalleled force of nature. Twi'lek grace, Wookiee strength, and Rodian intelligence are mixed within, giving him abilities that surpass even the greatest warriors of the time. His journey will start by learning the ways of the Jedi then learning the more darker abilities of the force which will give him even greater strength. And with his powerful connection to the force, he will be able to achieve anything he wants. ----- Before reading please be aware that this is a Overpower Fanfic just like every fanfic I write so as you read keep that in mind especially in the beginning of the story

Bad news: You’ve just been conscripted by the Emperor. Good news: You’re now in charge of recruiting the Cursed High Lords, and your chess pieces can be brought to life. You can even possess and personally command them. Bad news: You only have 500 points, and can summon nothing beyond basic units. Good news: By leveling up, you can earn more points, gain greater authority, and eventually claim your own colony as a newly appointed Planetary Governor. Bad news: A Necron tomb lies right beneath your seat of power. Good news: Even more Cursed High Lords are waiting for your call to arms. So gather your allies, prepare for the unexpected, and plunge into a chaotic yet thrilling Warhammer 40,000 adventure where every move could change the fate of your world. -------------------------------- 70 advanced chapters are now available on Patreon!

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...

Seven billion people died in the blink of an eye. An alien "light-speed bullet" vaporized Earth, leaving Captain Jason and the crew of the Victory as the only witnesses. Now, the final 51,223 survivors are stranded on Moon Base One, staring into the void where home used to be. But the Base covers a secret: an indestructible Alien Ark buried in the crater and the "Perfect Element," a substance that grants immortality. Jason is the only successful subject of the Element experiments, the First Superhuman which shattered human limits, enhanced speed, and a lifespan of 1,500 years. With a ticking clock and food reserves for only 98 days, Jason must rise as humanity's last leader. From suppressing violent cults to unlocking alien technology and enacting planetary-scale construction, he must turn a dormant sphere into an interstellar ark. Humanity is on the brink of extinction but Jason refuses it to fall