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Naruto: The Time Looper

The Time Looping Gamer ( Naruto ) Reborn in the Naruto world, the MC finds himself in the middle of the third shinobi world war. Finding out that he is merely Gennin cannon fodder who failed his Jonin sensei exam and was sent to the Gennin corps and from there sent directly to the battlefield merely a month later. Finding himself with only the three basic academy jutsu and meager chakra, Kazuo strives to change his fate before heading into a mission only a few hours later. Finding himself and his team members ambushed by a cloud Gennin team that outnumbers them with four more members compared to his 3 man squad. Dying at their hands, Kazuo finds himself face to face with death itself, telling him to give up however he doesn't and thus he finds himself back at the start of the day with some sort of gamer system. Knowing how the future would cast out to be Kazuo starts planning. The story revolves around Kazuo as he works hard and dies over and over again but never gives up. Will Kazuo survive or will he remain an unknown shinobi with his name inscribed on the will of fire memorial stone? *Disclaimer* The story will be quite slow-paced paced and he won't become op quickly. There will be no romance at all. Quite dark, especially with the descriptions of gore. The Art in Cover isn't mine. If the Artist wants me to remove it please do tell. If you want to support me check out my Patreon at: Patreon.com/NarutoAuthor Will be posted on Scribble Hub and Royal Road aswell.
NarutoAuthor · 2.8m Views

The Author's Draft

"Failed writer. Failed hunter. Failed at life." Aiden Jus had heard it all before. At twenty-eight, he was a walking reminder of what happened when you failed your mana awakening and spent thirteen years chasing a dream that would never come true. No powers. No future. Just a cramped flat in the UK and a lifetime of rejection letters from publishers who never bothered to read past the first page. But the day Aiden decided to give up on writing—the day he was ready to finally accept a soul-crushing desk job at an editing firm—everything changed. *[You have been chosen by Nabu, God of Literacy and Scribes]* *[Skill Acquired: Narrative Embodiment (Divine-Rank)]* The ancient Mesopotamian deity offered Aiden something unprecedented: the power to physically enter any story he writes and gain real abilities from the fictional worlds he creates. *[You have mastered Celestial Blade Art - Skill permanently acquired]* *[You have learned Tier-9 Spell: Void Severance - Spell permanently acquired]* Every sword technique mastered, every spell learned, every power gained inside his stories becomes permanently his in the real world. But so does every death trap, overpowered villain, and narrative cruelty he carelessly wrote in moments of frustration. Suddenly, Aiden isn't just a failed writer anymore. While other awakened humans rely on mana cores and dungeon raids, Aiden's strength comes from the worlds born from his imagination—a power that operates outside the traditional hunter system entirely. As rival gods compete for powerful human contractors and ancient ruins promise unimaginable treasures, Aiden must survive the deadly fictional universes he created while building his reputation in a society that once dismissed him as worthless. **From the typewriter to the battlefield, Aiden Jus will prove that the pen truly is mightier than the sword—as long as you're willing to live through every word you write.** --- *An action-fantasy progression series blending real-world hunter systems, divine contracts, multi-genre story realms, and the ultimate question: What would you do if you had to survive your own worst writing?* Author's Note 1 chapter per day.
Mr_Raiden · 1.3k Views

Farouk Muhammad and The Geo-Forces.

They also say that force rests in the flesh. That energy that travels along veins, pivoting a huge amount of him as a member of it is even of a more primeval nature. At night in the silver woods the moon will shed its light. Shadows will wildly flare, and deep from the sewers of frozen streets will be heard Kaiju making eerie violent noises like thunder blaring in the distance. To Farouk it has come: those scary rings in his ear as he sleeps, while he isn't being addressed. The flames of all elements slithers around his fingertips. In his blood the water that engulfs him. The intense anger that chokes around his heart as earth rumbles. Gloria far ahead of the level of towers is seen by those, exactly at the place where eyes glow like stars and skin glistens. As a confidential asset, they have a Minecraft verse, with want for their power. The glorious Tournament of Kaiju is something that people with lofty status and blood have as a reason to betray their fellow man. It will be a great hurt to them because of this. This so-called sport is definitely not to be termed a game, but an occultic oath that slices through the globe. Plus, the image of Colonel Edeagwu is portrayed by primeval spirits. This fact places a consultancy with old symbols and precious items while it’s coerced with spectres of foreign nature. As the wheels are still progressing, the doors are yet to open. Flourishing bonds will break, when the words of the world shall rise, alongside when they’ll die.
Flight_Agenda · 5.9k Views