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Rebirth 1990: My Three Golden Fingers

{AI TRANSLATION} •I chose ‘Fanfiction’ for the novel type and ‘Celebrities & Real People’ for the genre because I want to reach more readers. This is a translated novel, and I won’t earn anything from it, so I picked this option• Fang Bai was reborn in the golden age of the 1990s. After an accident, the middle three fingers of his right hand were nearly destroyed—the joints severed, reconnected, and stitched, still swollen with fresh bloodstains. But this disaster became a blessing in disguise. From that day on, his injured fingers awakened mysterious golden powers: 【Index Finger – LV1】 Any book he touches, his memory and comprehension double. 【Middle Finger – LV1】 Any machine he touches, he can analyze faults instantly. 【Ring Finger – LV1】 With a handshake, he can see the other person’s thoughts and their past day (limited to one person per day). Each upgrade heals his injured hand little by little while making his powers stronger. With these three golden fingers, Fang Bai sets foot on the road of industry and technology. To fix past regrets and reshape his destiny, he moves step by step, until his name becomes tied to the rise of global technology. Regret will be repaid. Roads will be cleared. Legends will be created. Translator Team: Axon Group This novel was translated by AI MODEL Gemini-2.5-flash, so there might be some translation errors. If you like it, let me know. It motivates me to update faster since I don't earn from it. Didn't want to earn any money in the future either.
Axon69 · 19.6k Views

Say Yes To Making Bad Games, What the Hell is Titanfall?, Translation

I, Zoey Parker, got stuck running a game company right out of the gate. Lucky break: my rebate system kicked in. If the company loses money, I get ten times the cash back! So, this young CEO’s got one goal—crash and burn the company to cash in and live the dream! I, Gus Harper, got zapped into this world as a game designer. Good news: my Game Vault System’s online. Keep pumping out hit games, and I’ll climb to the top as the ultimate game dev king! My mission? Go big, make waves, and build a legacy! … When a CEO hell-bent on failure meets a designer obsessed with success, things at WindyPeak Games get weird— “Nobody’s into mech games, right? So why’s your Titanfall ripoff blowing up?” “Horror games are dead? Then what’s the deal with your Escape clone?” “We agreed on a cheapo shooter sequel! Why are you remaking Call of Duty?” Staring at a financial report swimming in profits, Zoey Parker’s brain short-circuits. She can’t lose a single dime! Time to double down and sabotage harder. “Alright, team—torture the players!” she declares. No way she’s missing out on that rebate. Gus, unfazed, flips open a stack of game proposals: “Check it out, boss—Dark Souls, Bloodborne, Sekiro, Elden Ring... which one do we drop first?” I changed the name of the Male Main Character to Gus Harper as the old name didn't feel normal or natural. I will try my best to De-nationalize it. I am going to use Ai for it. I will upload it full slowly. Raw: 说好制作烂游戏,泰坦陨落什么鬼
Aj_Anime · 742.4k Views

The Shadowless Chef

Reincarnated into a brutal world of monsters and magic, Muyeong, a Michelin-star chef from Earth, finds himself trapped in the body of a boy despised by all. Cursed with the legacy of treacherous parents and saddled with the world's most pathetic Job—Chef (Normal)—his future seems to be one of misery and scorn. But Muyeong hides a secret of impossible power: a God-tier talent that allows him to copy the skills and abilities of anyone he touches. In a society that worships glorious knights and powerful mages, he will be a ghost. In a system that rewards combat, he will grow stronger in the quiet solitude of his kitchen. While others fight on the front lines, he will dismantle his enemies from the shadows, building a silent empire of influence and wealth. They see a humble chef. They have no idea he is the most dangerous predator the world has ever known. This is not a story of a hero. This is the story of a predator treating a world of gods and monsters as his personal pantry. Author's Note on AI Collaboration: "Hello readers! Thank you for checking out The Shadowless Chef. I wanted to be transparent about my creative process. This story was developed in collaboration with an AI assistant (Google's Gemini). I am the author and creator—I provide the core ideas, direct the plot, refine all the world-building rules, and serve as the final editor for every chapter. The AI acts as my creative partner and writing tool, helping me brainstorm, expand upon ideas, and generate the prose based on my very specific prompts and corrections. It's a partnership, but the final story you read is the result of my vision and direction. I hope you enjoy the world we've built!"
Supreme_Evil_God · 12.3k Views

Journey to the most powerful

The sky was a blanket of red. The wind was sizzling hot as it wooshed past the streets, prickling at the skin of its inhabitants. The earth was suddenly shaken, and earth never expected it. Suddenly, the ever spires: Massive and collosal towers, with an height that pierced into the belly of the sky, materialised in every corner of the world. Huamnity saw themselves changing in ways that was deemed impossible. In the future, the multiverse was war. Gods wept struggling for survival. Beings strugled for supremacy. The weak begged for mercy.. A lone figure fought through the countless years, fighting and fighting and fighting and fighting, he fought with his loyal life lord system, every swing pushing forward their survival, every scheme pushing forward his growth, every fight pushing foraward for benefits and transcendence...but it was nothing. The figure sat, wounded and alone, eyes staring at them. There was nothing else. The life lord system in one final grasp offered one final edit. Regression. The figure with one final gamble wrote the word regression, as he said softly. "Today i face my demise. Many will say it is karma. Many will say justice has been rendered. Many will say i deserved it..." He paused, light dimming from his already dark pupils, as he continued "...Go rewrite the verse, return it back to me of the past, and offer him one word.." He smiled.."Become so strong...Become so powerful, that even the writer will bow!" and then the multiverse was rewritten
Dreamforthefuture · 4.1k Views