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All he wanted was to drive home and speedrun the game before the DLC dropped. Then came the crash, a warm light, and nothing—until he woke up as Wolfgang, a poor knight from a minor noble family in the Holy Roman Empire. He thought he knew this world. However, once a butterfly flaps its wings, no one can predict where the storm will go; this world doesn't follow the game's script. Nobles plot in the dark, and being the smartest person in the room means nothing when steel decides the argument. To survive the filth and chaos of medieval life, he has no choice but to lean on a mysterious system that hands him quests, money, and access to a shop packed with skills, manuals, and items he could never have gotten otherwise. He refuses to just stand by and watch history be written without him. With modern knowledge, he will use every resource, building a loyal army, amassing wealth, and carving out the strongest empire ever with his own hands.

if you want to read until the latest update, you can visit my patreon at patreon.com/caleredhair. thank you everyone! —— After being knocked out and abruptly awakened by a punch, Morin finds himself a prisoner of war. He initially believed he was in a world on the eve of a conflict similar to World War I, but quickly discovers the actual situation is far more bizarre. For starters, why is he, an Imperial soldier, allied with volunteers from the International Brigades?! Assault Troopers who look like walking Iron Cans carrying swords and shields, Armored Knights powered by a mix of diesel and Magic, and battle mages marching with the army… All of this tells Morin that this world has serious, fundamental issues. But his immediate concern is how to survive this conflict, a war ironically touted as ‘the war to end all wars.’ Key Elements: Magically Modified World War I Real Men Use Bolt-Action Rifles Diesel-Powered Armored Knights Airship Boarding Actions This is a Fans-Translations

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)

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

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

Born beneath a sacred weirwood in the Mountains of the Moon, Torren of the Painted Dogs grows up marked by the Old Gods, an albino child with red eyes and the rare gift of warging. Guided by a mysterious voice in his mind tied to the ancient weirwood network, Torren begins to understand the forgotten history of the Vale and the fate of the First Men. As he grows among the mountain clans, he may become the leader destined to unite them—and reclaim the lands the Andals once stole. Note: This story is written with the assistance of an AI!

The year is 476 AD. The great beast that is the Western Roman Empire lies dying. Outside the fog bound walls of Ravenna, the barbarian king Odoacer waits with patient hunger, ready to claim the corpse of a civilization that ruled the world for a thousand years. Inside the cold halls of the imperial palace sits Romulus Augustus. He is only fifteen years old. To the world, he is nothing more than a puppet emperor, a boy wearing a crown too heavy for his head. A placeholder draped in purple silk, waiting for history to finally turn the page on Rome. Even his own people whisper behind his back, calling him the Little Disgrace. Then fate strikes with merciless clarity. When his father, the empire’s last true protector, dies in the mud, the illusion of safety shatters. The siege tightens. Romulus is abandoned. His generals are traitors searching for a new master, and his own guards prepare to trade the boy’s life for their survival. He is trapped in a city ready to surrender its emperor to the butchers beyond the gates. But despair does not kill him. In the deepest depths of fear and grief, something else awakens. The frightened boy breaks. Romulus refuses to become a sacrificial lamb. Armed only with a stolen dagger and a burning hunger for vengeance, he crawls out of his besieged city through the filth of its sewers, not to flee, but to hunt. Tonight, the young Caesar dies. And something far more dangerous takes his place. History has already written Rome’s obituary. But the Wolf of Ravenna is about to rewrite it in blood. WRSF Patreon: https://patreon.com/WRSFTheImperialArchives?utm_medium=unknown&utm_source=join_link&utm_campaign=creatorshare_creator&utm_content=copyLink WRSF Discord: https://discord.gg/DarxBKRe

Bruno traveled back to the summer of 2012 and found himself in the body of Bruno Fernandes, bringing with him a master football training system. This led to Bruno Fernandes, who left Novara to join Udinese, quickly standing out in the Italian Serie A and gaining renown throughout Italy. In the summer of 2016, B. Fernandes landed in England, leading the declining Manchester United on the path to revitalization. (Pogba: Who am I? Where am I? What should I do?) In Qatar, Bruno Fernandes, who rose quickly, became the man who helped Cristiano Ronaldo reach the pinnacle of football. As Ronaldo aged, he took on the important task of revitalizing the team of the Five Shields and embarked on his own path to becoming the king of football. Di Natale: Bruno made me taste the sweetness of the championship! Mourinho: It's great to have Bruno around! Cristiano Ronaldo: Bruno helped me become the king of football! Bruno: Actually, I am the king of football! 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/Cortez10  

A thousand years ago, the gods vanished and their power splintered into fragments called Mysteries. The Heroic Age ended in fire and blood, leaving behind an Iron Age of corruption, war, and decay. On the border of the Imperium Arkanis, a cursed youth named Ithan awakens a forgotten flame. Banished from his village and branded as a blasphemer, he takes up the life of a mercenary — only to discover his fire is the same divine gift Prometheus once gave mankind. As his power grows, allies fear him, enemies hunt him, and whispers spread a new name across the Iron Marches: the Ashborn. But Ithan's fate is only one thread in a world unraveling. Across the seas, the rising empire of Nova Roma conquers with legions powered by Aether, led by an immortal emperor who once slew gods. In the heart of Arkanis, Princess Diana sees the coming storm and struggles to unite fractured nations before it is too late. And from the ashes of a fallen sea-kingdom, Theseus of Pelagion carries a warning: Rome has returned, and the age of Mysteries may be ending. Steel will clash, empires will burn, and the fire of rebellion will rise again.

An accident transported Galon into the body of the sole heir of Galbart Glover, lord of Deepwood Motte. It was the eve before Eddard Stark rode south. For the sake of his house, Galon chose to claim Sansa Stark first. Years later, seated upon the Iron Throne and gazing over the Seven Kingdoms, Galon Glover would still remember the night he dueled Joffrey for Sansa.

Lin Yu transmigrated into the Douluo Continent, and at first, he could only sigh in frustration for not having a golden cheat. But unexpectedly, his cheat finally appeared—dragging everyone in the Douluo Continent into its grasp! On that day, every single person was pulled into a livestream Q&A room with rewards. From then on, they were forced to watch the stream regularly and answer questions. 【Ah Yin】: What? My son is already dead? And now another soul is occupying his body? 【Bibi Dong】: Yu Xiaogang, I never thought you approached me with ulterior motives… You disgusting, hypocritical man! 【Qian Renxue】: Don’t you dare broadcast anything about me! 【Deep Sea Demon Whale King】: Hah! The Sea God is nothing but an ungrateful fool who loves labeling others. 【Meng Shu】: Lin Yu, as long as you give me the Dragon Essence, I’ll marry my granddaughter to you! 【Yu Yuanzhen】: Don’t fight me for it! Give me the Dragon Essence, and I’ll have my second son marry Erlong to you! …… Watching everyone in the livestream room going crazy, bribing and scheming for rewards, Lin Yu sneered with disdain. 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

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.

Book 2 Completed!!! --- Death was supposed to be the end for Mark. But instead, he wakes in the distant future inside a starship falling onto a desolate world after being sent headfirst into an ambush. As the sole survivor of the whole ordeal, he is left stranded on the fringes of mapped space. And when his life hangs by a thread, he is saved by the last surviving member of an ancient alien race. Throughout his journey, Mark will form an unlikely family that will force him to confront his own humanity, and little by little, he will realize just why he needs To Conquer The Stars. *** What to Expect: - 1 Chapter Tuesdays, Fridays, and Sundays - Slow Burn - Slice of Life - An MC that doesn't let things slide - Primary focus in Technology and Exploration, but Action will become more frequent as time passes - A more "grounded" sci-fi experience that will slowly loosen its chains - Army building, duh (Not as of yet) - NO HAREM!!!!!! Advanced Chapters on my Patreon https://www.patreon.com/cw/Crimson_Reapr This novel is also available on RoyalRoad, Wattpad, and Scribble Hub (Under the Handle of Ghostly_Immortal)

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!

have you evered Wonder what would happen if you convent someone's woman your mother or sister's aunt cousins even your best friend's mother or sister's even their gf. in this world it's possible

The world of Warhammer 30.000 is an extremely dark world. The God Emperor of Mankind walks among the people, attempting to rebuild the glory of the human empire. But the fate of humanity has long been manipulated by the Chaos Gods. In a future filled with storms and uncertainty, there is only endless darkness and war. Until-- The Death Guard known as Hades appears. The threads of destiny have been twisted beyond recognition, and can the presence from the outside world reverse the tragic fate of countless beings? Now, the gods have placed their bets. But Hades doesn't know any of this yet, for fe is currently crying like a kicked imp. "God damn it!!! Of all possible worlds, why the Warhammer universe!?” “NOOOOO!!! I don’t want to be a Death Guard! I don’t want to be tied to Nurgle!” "Can I just die and start over?!" A comedic novel, where an otaku protagonist is transported to a grimdark world and finds himself torn between misery and crying like an imp.

Reborn as Prince Heixinggen of the Hohenzollern family's Swabian branch, he saw the coming storm of European turmoil and decided that Europe was no longer worth staying in. In East Africa, he seized land, organized immigration and development, laid the foundation through agriculture, and step by step, leveraged crises to achieve industrialization. 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

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. ----------------

« MATURE CONTENT » His name is Raven Lustre. And the universe fucked him from day one. Imagine this: You get isekai'd to a fantasy world. Finally, right? Your moment. Dragon slayers, demon kings, the whole power fantasy package. Except when everyone else rolled Dragon, Archangel, Titan—bloodlines so pure they could split mountains on day one—you got Incubus. 60% purity. The discount bin special. Not the "seduce and conquer" kind you read about in those masterpiece web novels. The "your pheromones are weaker than cologne" kind. The "you can't charm anyone stronger than you" kind. Which in a world where everyone else is a walking apocalypse? Means you can't charm anyone who matters. So while Gareth—the muscle-brained Titan hero—was bench-pressing boulders, and Astasia—the Holy Archangel with a body that belonged in a cathedral and a face she hid behind a helmet—was literally glowing with divine power, Raven was in the back. The strategist. The brain. The guy they kept around because someone had to think. And they hated him for it. Astasia called him trash. Disgusting. Bastard. Freak. Every curse word a noblewoman could learn, she threw at him like stones. He thought she despised him. Thought she saw him as the weakest link dragging down the hero party. Turns out? 89% favorability. She was a fucking tsundere. And he never knew. Never saw it. Because he was too busy surviving, too busy stealing quick fucks with noblewomen in hallways just to recharge his trash-tier powers, too busy being treated like a prostitute with a brain instead of a hero. Then there was Nyra. The cat-woman. Gareth's slave. The one Raven fucked in secret because that idiot was too busy drawing pictures of Astasia like a lovesick puppy. 96% favorability. The one who actually loved him. The one he promised to free. And he failed. An Incubus got who died at Hand of Succubus during their first Session. The End.

Once a man in the prime of his life, forged by years of exhausting study—sustained by energy drinks—by harsh military discipline and relentless, grinding labor, he had finally reached the moment to live for himself. Free at last from the weight of financial chains that had kept him from his desires, he found happiness in doing what he loved. Life showed no mercy. A single accident erased everything he had built in a matter of seconds. Yet the cycle did not end. He breathed again. This time, in the body of a child. Not reborn into warmth or safety, but into captivity—into the body of a young prisoner of war, stripped of freedom, bound for slavery. His name was Basil, a name meant for greatness.