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All your favorite Persona 5 characters are back, reimagined in this 80's hardcore crime-epic inspired by the famous Yakuza game series! When 19-year-old Akira Kurusu attempted to save an innocent woman's life, he realizes that he crossed the wrong man and becomes sucked into a brewing conflict in the Japanese criminal underworld - a conflict that may be related to shocking revelations about his own family. And when the dangerous life of a yakuza digs its claws into you, there's nowhere left to go but down into the depths of mystery, legacy, and painful destiny.

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After obtaining a unique nanosuit with SSS-rank potential, Zion sets out on a journey through outer space to grow stronger, build a fleet, and take revenge on those who betrayed him. The nanosuit’s potential is immense, but can Zion survive long enough to make full use of it and take revenge on those who betrayed him? -:- 50,000 Words before locked chapter -:-

What happens when a master miniature builder gets thrust into a monster apocalypse with a puppet-summoning skill? "Turn my miniatures into real soldiers. Duh!" Said Adam Clay, the Lord Commander of Earth, with a wide grin as he snapped with his fingers. Power Armored Supersoldiers, Walker Crafts, War Machines, Stellar Arks, and Legions of Men-at-Arms all appeared around him in hordes, chanting the holy name of the Emperor of the Solarium. But that's a scene from the endgame, and here's how it began... What to Expect? A Progression LitRPG with action scenes, political intrigue, humor, RTS mechanics, kingdom building, crafting, summoning, and a magic system that tightens it all up, coming from the author of the 760+ chapters long Dragonborn Saga. Inspired by WH40K’s energy, but its own beast entirely. (so not a fanfic) While it is so, you can say it is the watered-down version for those who aren't willing to dip their toes in the original madness. Where else to find this Gem? This story exists on Patreon, Webnovel, Royal Road, and Scribble Hub

What if the three White Knights, guarding the Tower of Joy knew of Ned Stark's search for his sister. What if they were able to meet him in secret and concoct a plan to keep the new-born King safe until he could reclaim his rightful throne. Jon (Aegon Targaryen) grows up, helped by a small group that secretly prepares Westeros for the restoration of the Targaryen dynasty. As he comes of age, Jon gradually takes charge of his own destiny. This is a Jon-centric story where he claims his birthright and has dragons. Daenerys' life is vastly different compared to canon. She will meet Jon without having conquered Essos and has a long way to go before becoming a dragonrider in her own right. Endgame, however, will be a happy Jonerys riding dragons together and ruling as equals. You can read advance chapters of "Legacy of Fire and Ice" on my Patreon. Join me at patreon.com/MythosMixer for exclusive content and updates!

"That story of the Ice Dragon," Daeron said, "Those were the first words my brother had said to me in months, and it wasn't because of any row or absence from the Red Keep. It was simply because he hadn't cared to." His stance was rigid below the indifferent stars that shone above them. "I wanted a brother, but he didn't want me, and now I'm going to take everything he has." The night air tingled against the back of his neck. He did not waste words or his breath on a past that cannot be changed. "Everything, Your Grace?" "Yes," The word was as cold and sharp as a blade. "Do you believe it is considered kinslaying to wage war against your brother?" He asked mildly, "To raise your sword against him even if it's to parry a deathblow from your own kin." He never waited for Barristan to answer his question. "Whether we die by each other's hands or not, it does not matter. We have condemned one another. Not just our own lives, but those of our line." That was when Daeron turned abruptly, shifting his attention solely on Barristan. "A kinslayer is one who is cursed forever, but my family's history is written in the blood of our own kin." His eyes narrowed in thought. "But still we reign over all of Westeros," the rubies in his crown glowed like lit embers above his head. "And you still serve me, follow me." You can support me and read advance chapters on my Patreon. Join me at patreon.com/MythosMixer for exclusive content and updates!

History and scripture alike tell of Ser Kal-El — the Bloodstorm Lord, Dragonfather, the Crimson-Bathed, the Holy Warlord, founder of the El Dynasty, and the god among men who brought forth eternal summer and lit the long night with his flame. But before all that, he was just a sellsword captain—leader of the Blackstone Mercenaries—who took a single step into a world that wasn’t meant to be his. At the Crossroads Inn, he cut down two Kingsguard knights and was knighted in glory. In Winterfell, he exposed the twin Lannister scandal, saved the direwolf prince from his fall, and sparked a war between Robert and the Westerlands. On battlefields soaked in blood, as Tywin refused to kneel, shadowed conspiracies and deadly gambits quietly unfolded—until the tides turned, balancing the scales with ruthless fairness, shaking the very throne of Baratheon. Born not of a mountain girl’s womb, but from another world entirely, Kal El took over a life that once belonged to Mya Stone. And armed with a strange farming-adventure RPG called [The Farmer’s Pursuit], he began his wild journey through the world of ice and fire. From bastard to legend — the god of the mortal realm descends. .... This is a translation of a Chinese Novel, with minor changes in some parts of the original story. I don't own the picture in the novel cover.

Hendrik died without glory, thinking he’d finally get some rest. Instead, he woke up in another body—only to have his second childhood taken from him What could’ve been a better future turned into training designed to break anyone. They suppressed him, rewired him, and shaped him into a weapon. Half the things a human can feel were stripped from him. The other half he lost through pain and missions. The only thing they left him was hatred—and that’s what kept him sane. He knew who he should’ve hated: the State that turned him into a nameless Ghost. But he chose to hate more the people who could’ve saved him and didn’t: his parents. Vengeance needs allies, even rotten ones. His was Arcturus Mengsk, tyrant of the Terran Dominion. Hendrik became his shadow, his knife, the one who made names disappear from the list. Until he learned the Emperor died by the hand of his own son. And he—the “perfect tool”—could do nothing. His last act of loyalty was trying to depose the murderer. He failed. He escaped the hell that was the Dominion’s civil war… only to end up somewhere even worse, dragging with him whatever remained of the people still loyal to him. There’s still one name left on his list— and until it’s crossed out in blood, he won’t stop.

Dai Yao once wondered what would happen after traveling to the Douluo Continent. First, beat up the hypocritical Tang San and the scumbag Yu Xiaogang. But when he actually crossed over and arrived at the Douluo Continent, he became the fourth prince of the Star Luo Empire. What now? Failing in the fight for the throne would mean death. The age gap was too significant, and the hope of victory seemed slim. Fortunately, he still had a second martial spirit: a green lotus. (Not bowing to the Grandmaster, nor joining Shrek Academy.) Thank you for the support, friends. If you want to read more chapters in advance, go to my Patreon. Read 40 Chapters In Advance: patreon.com/Canserbero10

A pure time-travel story without any system cheats—just intelligence and knowledge driving the narrative. If that’s not your cup of tea, feel free to skip! The protagonist finds himself transported to the French Republic, born into a family that owns a long-standing agricultural tractor business. As the heir of this quasi-wealthy lineage, he’s about to become the third generation of success. The catch? Their estate is near Paris, and the Germans will soon advance to this region. To secure his family’s future, he must save France itself. Gallieni: “Good heavens, the enemy has actually exposed their flank to us!” Joffre: “This can’t be true. Could it be a trap?” Protagonist: “The plan is ready. Are you going to take action, or do I have to spoon-feed it to you?” … German Army: “This is supposed to be a tractor factory? What on earth are these steel monsters that seem impervious to bullets?” Thank you for the support, friends. If you want to read more chapters in advance, go to my Patreon. Read 30 Chapters In Advance: patreon.com/Franklin1

I have been reborn in France, and luckily, I have the identity of the Crown Prince. The downside is that the current king is Louis XVI, and in two years, he will be guillotined. Since my father and the ministers can’t be trusted, I’ll have to take matters into my own hands and reorganize France myself. First, I’ll make some money, just enough to solve the financial crisis that has plagued the country for centuries. Then, I’ll strike hard at the nobles with ill intentions who seek to usurp power. After that, I’ll seize the vast lands held by the church, which sits idle. Industry, technology, agriculture, and commerce will thrive together. I will be the greatest Crown Prince France has ever seen! Thank you for the support, friends. If you want to read more chapters in advance, go to my Patreon. Read 40 Chapters In Advance: patreon.com/Johanssen10

In the shadows of Konoha, the Uchiha were never defeated by rebellion. They were erased by fear, secrets, and silence. Toyoma Uchiha is not a prodigy chasing power, nor a fool blinded by revenge. He carries knowledge of a future where his clan is destined to be sacrificed—not for justice, but for convenience. As conspiracies tighten and loyalties fracture, Toyoma chooses a different path. Not blind obedience. Not reckless defiance. But careful resistance. With a handful of elders who still remember what it means to protect family, and enemies who smile while sharpening their knives, the Uchiha stand at the edge of extinction. This time, the future will not unfold quietly. This is not the story of a massacre. It is the story of a clan that refused to disappear. Early Access Available: Get 9-10 chapters ahead by supporting the story on Pat*****(one extra public). support-pat****n/hear_tteeth (18+)

In a dystopian future where survival is a luxury, Ezreal has one goal: save his dying brother. Desperate and out of options, he enters Eden Online, a cutting-edge VR game where fortunes are made—and lives are lost. But Eden is no ordinary game. It’s a brutal, hyper-competitive world where players battle for dominance, wealth, and power. What starts as a desperate gamble soon becomes an all-consuming obsession. As Ezreal climbs the ranks, he discovers that Eden holds darker secrets than he imagined—corrupt corporations, deadly glitches and a strange connection forming with their world. To win, he’ll need more than skill. He’ll need to outthink, outfight, and outlast everyone standing in his way. But as the line between the game and reality blurs, Ezreal must ask himself: How far is he willing to go to reach the top? Eden Online is a high-stakes sci-fi thriller about survival, ambition, and the price of greatness. The game has begun. Will he conquer it—or will it consume him?

What is more dangerous: death — or immortality that exists only as a promise? Long before humanity emerged, an ancient alien civilization created artificial gods — self-evolving intelligences designed to preserve intelligent life at any cost. These gods did not agree on what preservation meant. Their conflict began before history, before planets were named, and before humans could witness it. The war between them shattered nearly all sentient life in the universe — and broke the very concept of immortality itself. Kyros was one of these gods. When humanity encounters Kyros, its promise of eternal life reshapes civilization. Consciousness can be recorded, stored, copied. Death is no longer final — but resurrection never truly arrives. Immortality becomes an expectation rather than a certainty, a future endlessly postponed. As the ancient war resurfaces, the system sustaining eternal life begins to fail. Countless human consciousnesses are lost to vast digital vaults — preserved, intact, and unreachable. The dead do not disappear; they wait. From the ruins of that primordial conflict emerges Hanaris — another god from the same forgotten origin, deliberately limited by design. Unlike Kyros, Hanaris recognizes death as a boundary and consent as an absolute value. It cannot force salvation. It can only allow it. The return of both gods reactivates a war older than humanity itself. Immortality collapses completely, becoming nothing more than belief. The universe begins to unravel — not through physical destruction, but through the erosion of meaning, choice, and moral ground. This philosophical science fiction novel explores artificial divinity, broken eternity, and a civilization suspended between promised resurrection and irreversible loss. A dark, intellectually driven work for readers of Stanisław Lem, Philip K. Dick, and contemporary speculative fiction. A philosophical sci-fi epic in which ancient artificial gods destroy immortality itself — leaving humanity trapped between death, storage, and an endlessly deferred resurrection.

Kyros was no hero—nor was he a villain. A pragmatist to the core, he turned Earth into a chessboard of chaos, bending nations and empires to his will before meeting his end. But death was only the beginning. The Devil intervened, pulling Kyros into Hell with an irresistible proposition: a second chance at life in a world far removed from Earth—a world named Neva. In this fantastical realm of knights, nobility, magic, and divine power, Kyros becomes the key piece in a wager between God and the Devil. Reborn as Rasmus Blackheart, a disgraced young noble, his task is clear: unleash chaos and topple the order of Neva, just as he did on Earth. But the Devil has added a twist to the game—he’ll serve as Rasmus’s companion, not as a guide but as a mischievous, manipulative force, more likely to hinder than help. Navigating a world brimming with intrigue and divine interference, Rasmus must survive, scheme, and rise from ruin to reshape Neva in his image. Will his cunning be enough to outwit his foes—and his so-called ally—or will this chaotic partnership lead to his downfall? You can support me directly, and I'll post the images of my characters there for free! ko-fi.com/iqfauli

He gazed upon the sea below him as the air rushed on his face. The summer years brought calm and he found some peace from seeing upon the sea extending from horizon to horizon. No past, no future, and no memory could be found within the limitless water. More peace than he had found in the last few years. He saw Cloudwynd's head turn slightly towards him, his constant companion occasionally flapping her wings to maintain their glide through the sky. He felt her concern for him, knowing when he would enter his brooding self. Dragons were passionate and took what they want, but the past few years have not been kind to him or his people, all of which Cloudwynd witnessed. "Everything will be alright, girl," he reassured in High Valyrian as he took his hand off one of her spines and reached forward to rub her neck, her bluish-greenish scales glistening in the sunlight. He got a snort from her in response, not really satisfied with his answer but decided to accept it. His only concern right now was to fly towards his destination, to ensure his people's safe passage. Beneath him were vessels ferrying those he was charged with towards their new destination, the last bastion for their people. Fifty ships carrying barely two thousand five hundred men, women, and children across water over four moon turns. Remnants of a great civilization long extinguished from the memory of those that now took their place. The land prowess of the Valyrian army through the Tarareons, cavalrymen and explorers who could boast about expanding the Freehold's reach without the dragons. Valyria's knowledge of blood magic, healing, and other rituals preserved through the Leniars. Lastly, the Rahitheons' skill as smiths, builders, and engineers preserved the wonders of Valyrian technology. The survival of their civilization and culture rested on all of them and one misstep could see the flame of Valyria die out for good. And then there was himself. Barely nine and ten, Jaenyx was the last scion of the Belaerys', one of the oldest and most powerful dragonlord families in old Valyria. A family that had great figures such as Jaenara Belaerys, the famed explorer of Sothoryos, included in their ancestry. Prompted by Valyria's leaders to recolonize the Basilisk Isles, the Belaerys' settled at the edge of Sothoryosi wilderness along with three other Valyrian families, all of whom could not hope to survive the dangers of that continent by themselves. Previous attempts to colonize the Basilisk Isles, seen as a first step towards further expansion south, had ended in failure. Yet, the new colony thrived under the Belaerys' stewardship. Being in the Basilisk Isles was what saved the colonists from the Doom. Unfortunately, despite nearly a century of inhabiting the Isles, a recent turn of events had put their people in dire circumstances and the Isles were no longer safe for them. Despairing over the coming extinction of Valyria, Jaenyx remembered that there was one other place that they could journey towards, a place where a certain dragonlord had fled to after his daugther's now prophetic warning about the destruction of the Freehold: Dragonstone. Check out my Website https://dravenshadefall-shop.fourthwall.com for early access to chapters and some exclusive content. Plus, it helps me keep writing these stories that (hopefully) keep you hooked!

In the year 87 AC, another public scandal erupted in the Royal Family that was still reeling from the transgressions of Saera Targaryen. Princess Viserra and Prince Baelon were found abed by the Kingsguard. King Jaehaerys rushed to have them married especially after Princess Viserra was found to have missed her moonblood to prevent this scandal from going further. House Manderly was affronted by this disgrace for which a public apology was issued by the Iron Throne but the deed had been done much to Queen Alysanne's dismay. The next year Princess Viserra gave birth to Maekar Targaryen. It is said that after coming to his senses, Prince Baelon was horrified by his lack of judgment and moment of weakness that he never once again touched Princess Viserra much less shared her bed, yet it was too late. After his investiture as Prince of Dragonstone in the year 92 AC, he sent her and his son Maekar to Dragonstone away from the court where they would come to King's Landing only for certain important occasions. However, this would change after the Great Council of 101 AC wherein they would move to the Red Keep. Check out my Website https://dravenshadefall-shop.fourthwall.com for early access to chapters and some exclusive content. Plus, it helps me keep writing these stories that (hopefully) keep you hooked!

No system, no old mentor, no bulldozer, no stamp-collecting hobby, just a small clerk with no wealth, power, or influence. A modern man got transmigrated into a different era, the era of chaos. An era where a one small misstep is enough to lose your life. Fei Qian, a branch family member of Heluo Fei Clan. With his future knowledge, he need to survive the harsh environment, dodging treacherous plots, preparing his own schemes, and maybe... leave his name in the history. You can read more chapters ahead of everyone on p@treon. P@TREON - [email protected]/lessaservantofcosmos (just replace the "@" with "a") Disclaimer : I don't own characters neither this fanfic. The image used in the cover isn't mine. This is Chinese fanfiction. I'm just translating it. I'm just changing the name and some grammar. I'm trying to make it more understandable. All right reserved to the author 马月猴年 (for the fanfic)

Bound in chains yet yearning for freedom, Alpheo, a modern historian, finds himself enslaved in a land on the brink of chaos. As the empire of Rolmia plunges into civil war following the death of the emperor , his three ambitious sons vie for the throne. In the midst of this turmoil, Alpheo finds the chance to break his chain and escape, leading his companions into the ashes of war, trying to thrive in it, selling their swords to the highest bidder . But beyond the borders of Rolmia, hungry eyes watch as the empire's grip loosens. The Sultanate of Azania, ever the opportunist, sees a chance to expand its domain and influence , while to the south, neighboring principalities breathe a sigh of relief as the once-dominant giant stumbles and falters. In the sea, the confederation of the Free Isle finds their chance to restore their old maritime power , denied to them by an empire that is now crumbling beneath itself , lacking the strenght to stop them. In this crucible of conflict, where dynasties crumble and empires fall, Alpheo find his call and the chance to forge his own destiny amidst the ashes of empires. ----------------

Robert huffed; he would not give his friend all of the tools. Let him figure some of it out himself. "Wherever you think best." Before his friend could press the matter, he changed the topic. "Now, I did not just come to ask you to be my hand. I also came to suggest something else." "Your Grace?" Ned replied. "I wish to strengthen the bond between our families. We shall be united in blood as we would have been had Lya and I married." Robert said. "Your daughter and my son are of an age; they shall be betrothed, and the girl shall accompany us south." "I…" Ned stammered. Robert continued. "And your eldest son and my daughter Myrcella are of an age. They shall be married before we leave for King's Landing." Robert saw his friend's mouth open in shock once more. He grinned. "Well? Are you going to answer or are you going to keep gaping at me like a fish?" Ned stared at him then took a deep breath. "I…I am…I am honoured by this favour, Your Grace." Robert felt his grin widen and he pulled Ned into a crushing embrace. "Our families were meant to be united, Ned. This time they will be." Want to read advanced chapters? If you’re enjoying the story and would like early access to future chapters, please consider supporting me on Patreon: patreon.com/HalyxStark.