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Snow Despair

Blue light exploded as Eira swung first, his sword colliding with the woman's burning spear with a force that tore the air apart. Mana crashed outward in violent waves, ripping sound from the world as fire and frost devoured each other. He twisted his wrist mid-swing, dragging the blade down her weapon and forcing her back, ice crawling across the spear before shattering under a surge of black-red flames. She laughed. "You're late," she said, spinning and driving her spear toward his chest. Eira barely deflected. The impact hurled him through the sky, his body twisting as he fought to regain control. He stopped himself with a burst of cold, boots skidding against invisible air, sword humming violently in his hands. Only then did the world reveal itself. Endless white stretched beneath them, cracked and broken by war. Bodies lay scattered across the frozen land—men and women with silver hair, armor torn, weapons buried deep into ice. Some moved. Some didn't. The ground itself bore scars of mana so deep they still glowed faintly. A pressure rolled outward from Eira as he steadied himself. Far away, people collapsed without being touched. Knees buckled. Breath failed. Even standing became impossible under the weight of his presence. The woman floated calmly across from him, fire and shadow wrapping around her form. Her spear burned red, veins of black mana pulsing like a living thing. Flames spiraled outward from her body, erasing frost, stone, and anything else that dared exist too close. Below them, a young woman stood shaking, blood running down her arm as she held up a glowing shield. She was wounded badly, yet she didn't step back. She shielded the fallen behind her with everything she had left. Eira saw her. His jaw clenched. "Still distracted," the woman said, her voice carrying easily across the battlefield. "That hasn't changed." She raised her spear and slammed it downward. Fire crashed toward him like a collapsing sun. Eira answered by lifting his sword, blue light roaring outward as the flames split apart around him. The shockwave tore across the land, ice forming and breaking in the same breath. The sky broke. They moved again. Sword and spear collided midair, faster than sight, each strike releasing violent surges of mana that warped the world itself. Blizzards swallowed firestorms. Flames evaporated ice. Mountains formed and shattered in seconds. "You're weaker," she said, twisting her spear and driving him back through a wall of frozen air. "Did dying once finally dull you?" Eira staggered, blood spilling from his mouth as he caught himself. His sword shook, not from fear, but restraint. "I won't lose again," he said. Her eyes narrowed. "This ends now, Eira."
ash_0194 · 18.2k Views

Becoming a God Starts with Acting

A world without gods struggles against cunning and dangerous monsters from another realm, teetering on the brink of collapse—until… Silvanus never expected to die at the peak of his glory. He was on stage one second, accepting his third consecutive Best Actor award. The next, he was dead—crushed by a falling glass stage light in a tragically ungraceful demise. But the worst part was yet to come. He didn't indeed die. Instead, he woke up in an entirely different world, one on the verge of being swallowed by darkness due to an overwhelming invasion of monstrous creatures. [Beep—Acting System activated! Greetings, my god. Please create your character and start collecting Acting Points!] Thus, humanity discovered that they now had gods, divine protectors who guided them in their battles against monsters… A god who feared everything yet could foresee the future. A narcissistic deity who commanded water and life itself. A depraved being who, despite his corruption, remained undefeated against even the strongest creatures. No one knew they were all the same person. "Worship me. Believe in me without end. And one day, I shall truly descend upon this world…" ... Silvanus once thought that all he needed to do was seal the endlessly appearing dungeons, but the world was far broader than he had imagined. As secrets gradually came to light, Silvanus’s journey toward becoming a true god grew ever more difficult, entangled with even greater conspiracies. Can Silvanus rediscover himself and complete his own growth in order to repel the darker, more sinister forces that are constantly plotting to invade the worlds under his dominion?
Orange_Lee · 1.2m Views

Rising Souls: Martial Awakening

Strength rules the world, but not everyone seeks it for the same reason. Once a year, the Heavens Gauntlet opens. Chosen individuals from across the world are summoned and transmigrated into another world through the Citadel of God, where a brutal sequence of trials awaits. Those who endure earn the title of Martial Artist, elite warriors tasked with protecting humanity, exploring forbidden territories, and confronting threats beyond the limits of ordinary people. Failure means death in most cases while survival means stepping into a world far larger and more dangerous than anyone imagined. Lin Feng comes from the low-ranking yet stubbornly proud Lin Clan. She isn’t a prodigy, nor was she born with noble blood or overwhelming talent. What she does have is endless energy, a reckless grin, and a refusal to back down, no matter how strong her opponent might be. Loud, cheerful, and often underestimated, Lin Feng has spent her entire life training for the Gauntlet, driven by a simple desire to grow stronger and see how far her fists can take her. Within the Heavens Gauntlet, the trials are all about adaptability, creativity, and emotional resolve. Alliances can form and shatter and rivals can become friends, and friends become enemies. Each challenge forces Lin Feng to confront new martial arts, strange abilities, and the unsettling truth that not all dangers comes from monsters, but people just like her. As Lin Feng climbs higher and higher, the world opens wider as she makes new friends and learns new things. Hidden techniques, ancient fighting styles, and unexplored lands await those brave enough to chase them. This is a story about discovering strength, purpose, and what it truly means to keep moving forward, even when the world tries to break you.
HouseOfLee · 5.6k Views

Naruto: The Butterfly Effect

Walking through the streets, without looking both ways, is usually when Truck-kun sends a new soul to a different world... This is exactly what happened to poor Renji, reborn in the body of an Uchiha child named Renjiro. Panicked, afraid of the possibility of not even reaching the age to learn walking, he soon realises he still has time... It's not yet close to the boiling point, as he was lucky to be born early. Now, growing up right beside Minato, Renjiro vows to use his second life and all he knows about the world to change everything. To save himself, he is determined to protect those doomed by history and stop the tragedies that are about to unfold... But the past is fragile, and destiny does not like to be rewritten. Every choice he makes may send unwanted ripples through time, and every ripple may change someone else's future. Or simply... delay the inevitable. And when too much has already changed, who knows what would happen next? Can one soul rewrite the destiny of so many others, or will the butterfly effect turn his good intentions into a new kind of catastrophe? Hey-ho, Dear Readers! If you want to know a little more before heading into it, I thought to pop in and give you some bullet points about what to expect from this story. - OC lead to give myself more freedom, instead of taking over an existing character. - Slow progression, from childhood to adulthood. - No OP MC, but strong enough to keep the pace with the likes of Minato. - As mentioned, the MC will be growing up alongside that generation. I am aiming to recreate a Team 7-style early time, with the MC, Minato & Kushina, under Jiraiya's lead. Now, I know, for those who read the Minato one-shot, won't like it, or who knows... For me, that story had multiple great points, yes, but it also has issues when slotting it into the original timeline. Anyway, long story short, I am going to ignore that, use the original timeline as a base, and lift over those parts that worked as a whole. - I'll do my best to stick to the base lore, but I will bend it where it serves the story. Especially as things get changed and we deviate more and more from supposed events. - Lastly, I will try to keep closer to the original lore, not the Shippuden one, in terms of power creep. Sharingan use got out of hand, and although the MC is of the Uchiha clan, I want to keep it reasonable and bring back the Sharingan from the OG Naruto. That is all, really. As for romance, it may happen, but no, the MC is not going to steal Kushina, don't even think about it. His goal will be simple: to prevent the incoming tragedies to the best of his efforts, and if and when Naruto is born, he will have his parents. Expect 2 or 3 chapters per week.
Corty · 138k Views