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I own the MC but nothing else. A girl was left to point of death by those who she loved gained a powerful system that can travel worlds of tv, movies, anime, and manga with a sign-in, creation function, or template function to have an already identity in the worlds she’s going to. She vows to come back her world to get back what was taken from her and to help her corrupted world. MC is Intersex but mostly female and OP.

Crestwood used to be peaceful. Now people lock their doors before sunset. The town has become consumed by a string of brutal murders, each victim connected in ways the police fail to understand. To everyone else, the deaths seem random. But Aubrey knows better. There’s a pattern hidden beneath the bloodshed—something watching, choosing, waiting. And when the pattern begins circling her, she realizes she was never outside of it. Desperate for answers, Aubrey gathers the friends she trusts most, only to uncover a terrifying truth: all of them are connected by something far deeper than coincidence. Their lives, their encounters, even the tragedies that shaped them feel orchestrated, as though they had been guided toward one another long before they were born. But the deeper they dig, the more reality itself begins to unravel. Because behind Crestwood lies something far worse than a murderer. There are forces moving beyond human sight—silent influences shaping lives, steering choices, and bending fate toward an outcome only they understand. To them, people are nothing more than expendable positions in a larger design, living entire lives unaware they were never truly in control. Everything was proceeding exactly as intended. Until one of them changed. Among Aubrey’s group, one fate begins drifting beyond what was planned, triggering a chain reaction no one foresaw. What should have remained controllable becomes unpredictable. Dangerous. For the first time, something within the system is no longer obeying the role it was given. And if even one pawn can move on its own… Then the ones controlling the board may finally learn what fear feels like.

Arc One Complete. *** Everyone else with 1 Luck. Will Wick woke up with 30 Luck and an error message where his ceiling should be. That was the least strange part of his morning. The voice in his head—ancient, unimpressed, and absolutely certain Will is doing everything wrong—belongs to history's greatest conqueror. Genghis Khan has reviewed Will's memories, assessed his life choices, and has opinions. Loud ones. The main one being: the trillion-dollar corporation that harvested humanity's souls to power their own empire needs to be dismantled. Sector by sector. Server by server. Until the cage they built around this world belongs to someone else. Khan has done this before. Last time it was the Eurasian steppe. The principle, he insists, is exactly the same. Will already lost his family to the cold, corporate math of the old world. Now he's stranded 100,000 years in the future, on an Earth that healed itself while humanity was gone, facing billionaires who bought their way to power before the System even dropped. Genghis thinks this is fine. Genghis has a plan. Will is pretty sure the plan involves conquering everything. He's not wrong. [Progression Fantasy | LitRPG | Slow Burn Conquest | Historical Ghost Companion | Broken Luck Build] One Chapter a day, making extensive edits to early chapters based on feedback. 100+ chapter backlog. Please leave your thoughts on the story good or bad!

In the era when Navy hero Garp is chasing Pirate King Roger across the Grand Line, a young man awakens in a fragile human body that simply refuses to die. Bullets to the head, cannon blasts to the chest, blades across his throat, drowning seas, and raging flames can destroy his flesh, but they can never claim his life. After countless brutal “deaths,” he realizes that mere immortality is not enough in a world ruled by monsters like Rocks, Roger, and Whitebeard.​ Determined to stop being a passive punching bag, he chooses the most domineering path in the One Piece world: to first max out his Conqueror’s Haki and then overwhelm the era itself. From the shadows of that legendary time, he crashes into the mainstream of history, clashing with Marines, pirates, and royalty, carving his name into the seas as the undying king whose will no one can suppress.

The Specialists: Book One — Awakening “So far as we’re on Earth, we all live, we all walk, and we’re all different... but... it’s more than that, isn’t it?” There will always be a set of people — or maybe various sets — different from the rest. They walk among us, invisible yet always watching, bound by rules written before time began. Not all their stories are told. But come to think of it... if we never tell, they will never know. Beneath the hum of cities and the illusion of normal life, another world exists—one of secret factions, ancient clans, and Arms that bend the laws of nature itself. Shadows move across time, hunting and watching those who can rewrite reality. When an orphaned student receives a call that changes everything, and a stranger draped in dusk arrives at the edge of his world, the first thread begins to pull loose. What wakes isn’t always alive. What’s buried doesn’t always stay dead. And the ones who remember… are already watching. Awakening is just the first movement in a war older than history itself.

In a city where the Kaïssa System monitors every thought and suppresses every emotion, to love, to doubt, or simply to feel becomes an act of rebellion. Sophie has only one priority: to protect her fragile mother from a world that quietly eliminates those who fail to conform. But when cracks begin to fracture reality itself, she realizes that the world she has always known is only a fragment of something far greater. Beyond the controlled city unfolds a deeper truth: three intertwined worlds, spirits who keep watch, and a living nature where everything breathes, listens, and remembers. Nothing is inert. Nothing is empty. Everything is alive. And something else is watching. A presence that comments, questions… and perhaps guides. For Sophie, Aria, and Neris, the choice becomes inevitable: obey and survive, or cross the boundaries of the known world and confront the unknown. Because once you understand that the world has a soul, it becomes impossible to look away. And when you choose to see, you must also accept to act. For reconciliation may demand more than rebellion.

When Roxy is accidentally summoned by a group of Men in New York amidst a tragedy they couldn't avoid. She smirked as soon as she realized what realm she had come back to. Humanity had joined forces to defeat a common enemy: The Shifters. And to that, the system of Shifter Regime was established, back in the year after The Cold War. "So what's your story, girl? Why should we take you as a scout?" "Many people call me many names. Some call me the Daughter of Hell, and some call me The Cursed Offspring of Lucifer, the Fallen Angel. Most of the times, I go by the name...Roxy. Humans here call me Roxy Malford, but don't know how to respect me." She introduced herself but even this human had laughed at her. "You're hired. Welcome to the Regime, Roxy Malford. Here we defeat evil...with evil. My secretary will direct you to your designation, starting from now." Oh, the smirk on her face. They say, there's Good in every Bad thing and there is Bad in every Good thing. Roxy is set to test her limits by the powers she possesses as the fate of the darkness depends on her.

Ravensong lived with more regrets then most. Fate require it for her to break many promises... But this one... She wouldn't break. Little did she knew that saving her friend's son would change the course of Fate. That her new son would become the Heir of Death itself... That Changing Star would question her revenge... That Song of the Fallen would carry a burden never ment to be hers...

“Director Matou, the magical effects in your fantasy film looked incredibly realistic! How did you pull them off?” “They were real magic,” Shinji replied without missing a beat. “Director Matou, your historical drama was praised for its uncanny accuracy. How did you manage that?” “I had direct consultation from the people who lived in that era.” “Director, in your tokusatsu films, why does the Ultraman-like hero always use Bajiquan in combat?” “Well, that’s because the actor playing him is none other than the founder of Bajiquan himself.” “Director Matou, why do the female leads in all your films look so… similar? Especially all those Arturia actresses with the same name and face?” “That, my friend, is a long story. And it all begins with a certain mushroom-headed man—” “......” . . . . . Shinji Matou. A prodigious talent in the world of film, a renegade magi who defied the orthodoxy of the Clock Tower, and an eccentric summoner who had long since stopped pretending to get along with his own Servant. A director who blended modern cinema with ancient magecraft. A magus who saw the silver screen as a new kind of reality marble. He stood boldly before a press conference filled with journalists, film critics, and confused magi alike. “I am the greatest Master among Directors—and the greatest Director among Masters!” He declared it like a line straight out of his own movie, with all the pomp and confidence of a man who had rewritten the rules of both cinema and sorcery. The hall fell into an awkward silence. And then, in perfect unison, a thunderous cry echoed from behind the curtains— “SHUT UP AND GET LOST!” ×N A chorus of exasperated Servants, all fed up with his antics. Shinji didn’t flinch. He simply smirked, adjusted his director’s beret, and turned back to the flashing cameras. "Good! Now let’s roll the cameras! Scene one—reality itself."

In the middle of the castle garden stood a table prepared for an elegant tea, draped in white lace, set with blue-and-white porcelain, tiered trays of pastel pastries, and crystal cups releasing the mingled scents of roses and spiced leaves in the warm afternoon air. And in the midst of this carefully arranged ensemble lay Mirabelle Luchs. Her wild curls were spread across plates and among the tempting desserts. Her dress had been pushed up to her hips, her legs bent and braced against the edge of the table, trembling. Elegant male hands pressed them farther apart while she desperately tried to close them. Between her legs was the head of a man. His pointed fox ears twitched with amusement as his tongue moved over her again and again. ---- Read until ch30 for free. Mirabelle Luchs wakes up in a world that should not exist. A feudal beast kingdom ruled by instinct, hierarchy, and conquest. A world where aristocracy is carved into bloodlines and women like her are used to secure peace after defeat. She inhabits the body of an unmated duchess from the losing side of a brutal war. Sheltered until now. Politically valuable. Offered by treaty to powerful beast nobles from the victorious realm. Men who do not hide their expectations, their presence, or their hunger. Mirabelle is unprepared for medieval court life, for beast instincts worn openly, for how closely power and desire intertwine in this world. But she refuses to remain a passive prize. With a modern mind and a sharp sense for social dynamics, Mirabelle begins to turn the rules against those who seek to control her. Provocation becomes a choice. Submission a performance. A mature reverse harem fantasy set in a medieval beast world, featuring political marriages, power games, and a female lead who refuses to be ruled quietly. Also it is slow burn;)

( MAIN STORY ) Fate/Lunar Love Haru Kishinami awakens in a virtual realm with amnesia, forced into a deadly conflict for the mythical Holy Grail that can grant any wish. Aided by a sword wielding berserk who goes by "Saber" as her partner she must battle friends and foes alike to unravel the truth of her identity. ( BONUS STORY ) A Certain Magical Accelerator After rescuing a hauntingly familiar girl on the streets, Accelerator finds himself being thrust into a world that he never expected to be in. A world that centers not on science, but something else completely. Carefully hidden secrets once in the dark meet the light as his past is uncovered, and he must accept his destiny.

( MAIN STORY ) Haru Namikaze (No relation to that certain yellow flash ninja) suffered for his powerful teleportation abilities, he is scorned by his Quirkless parents for being different. But for the first time ever, he has formed a goal: he'll put these abilities to use by becoming a hero, at UA High. And he might even find a nice girlfriend along the way. ( BONUS STORY ) A Certain Scientific Time Manipulator "I'm Haru Tachyon. I will build a great wall—and nobody builds walls better than me, believe me and I'll build them very inexpensively. I will build a great, great wall around the Academy City's border, and I will make Magicians pay for that wall. Mark my words."

Nightmares don't end. They layer. When reality fractures, the chosen few are pulled into worlds that shouldn't exist—each one a nightmare more twisted than the last. A warrior sacrifices everything to hold back the darkness. A prisoner fights for survival in a world of endless shadow. A girl loses herself piece by piece, becoming something hollow. A weapon walks the world, carrying stolen power it doesn't understand. Every story is connected. Every nightmare runs deeper. As the layers peel back, the truth emerges: some were never meant to wake up. Some were never real to begin with. And the ones pulling the strings have been playing this game far longer than anyone knows. Ash Eyes is a dark fantasy thriller where protagonists change, realities shift, and survival means sacrificing everything—including yourself. Psychological horror • Multiple POVs • Nested narratives • Nothing is what it seems • this also has graphic violence and body horror • psychological Trauma and identity loss • dark fantasy themes • character death and transformation

Who remembers the ruin of a god? Who dares to chase what was never meant to be touched, let alone claimed? Noor—an enigma draped in silk, a storm without thunder, a shadow that bends the world yet leaves no trace. Men speak of her in hushed corridors where power is traded like currency. No one knows her name. No one owns her story. No hand dares linger. She walks unclaimed. Unseen. Forgotten by design. “If you knew what I’ve done,” she whispers, her breath colder than moonlight, “You’d be praying I never look your way again.” But some things refuse to be buried. Some ghosts don’t stay dead. Some touches… don’t fade. Sanlang, sculpted in golden light, worshipped by millions, untouchable—except by the shadows clawing at the edges of his memory. And in those shadows, her eyes. “I’ve seen you before,” he says, voice trembling like a man on the edge of fire. “ Tell me your name.” She smiles. It begins with whispers in the dark. A body that remembers hers before the mind does. Desire wrapped in danger. Memory soaked in sin. “What are you?” he demands. “Everything you were never meant to survive.” He thinks he’s chasing her. He thinks he’s in control. He is wrong. “Touch me again,” she says, voice velvet and venom, “and I’ll show you the truth. .” He who was never meant to remember. But now that he does… the only question that remains is: “Will you let me live?” “Live?” she echoes. “What makes you think you get to choose again?”

Some masks are chosen. Others are inherited. And some were never meant to fit at all.

Is It Wrong to Wake Up as Myself in Orario? A DanMachi fanfic I was supposed to land in Japan. Economy seat. Window side. Educational trip on paper—maid cafés in my head. I’d even joked that if the DanMachi world were real, the Hostess of Fertility would put any café to shame. Mama Mia energy. No contest. Then the sky screamed. Metal buckled. Alarms howled. A flash—too bright, too wrong. Truck-kun? In the air? I laughed once, stupidly, and then— Ding. That should’ve been the end. I woke up on cold stone. No hospital. No wreckage. Just towering walls, morning light spilling down narrow streets, and a city breathing around me—vendors shouting, boots on cobblestone, the distant clang of bells. Orario. Not reincarnated. Not reborn. Me. Same thoughts. Same memories. Same hunger. A silver bell rang nearby. I turned—and there he was. Bell Cranel passed me at a run, white hair flashing, eyes bright with a courage that made my chest ache. The world moved around him, like it wanted him to succeed. An orphan on a scholarship back home. An extra here. Or so I thought. That night, a falna burned into my back like destiny deciding it had waited long enough. Strength answered when I reached. Luck followed when I moved. Floors fell. Monsters did not. Weeks later, whispers followed me through the streets of Orario. A nobody who climbed too fast. An outsider who survived too much. Bell ran ahead, chasing his dream. I followed— not to replace him, not to steal his encounters— but to live them. And if fate had dragged me here, then this time, I would answer it on my feet.

The world has fallen to the chaos of the aetherials the forgotten God is staring from Its deep slumber and so corruption and madness has swept over the world. Ethan a taken who survived vowed to save his dying world will he succeed or will he fail in this Grim age. Only time can tell.

A life that has obtained the power of the sun transmigrates into the Marvel world. The sun in mythology is a great existence that controls the alternation of time, the growth of all things, restrains all dark evils, and masters light and fire. But the sun in reality is a member of the stars. The greatest celestial body in the universe. Even more, the ultimate existence where magnetic and gravitational forces converge. What will happen when all these powers concentrate in one person?

After crossing into the Douluo Dalu (Soul Land) world, Our Protagonist gains a "Dialogue Modification System" that rewards him for twisting the plot into absurdity. During Tang San’s martial soul awakening, he modifies the Blue Silver Grass into a Blue Silver Chicken (cultivated for 2.5 years), and the Haotian Hammer into a Haotian Dog, causing Tang Hao to doubt whether Tang San is even his biological son. As a reward, the system grants Our Protagonist 100 modification points, which can be exchanged for treasures like the Nine Yang Divine Skill. The chaos continues: Our Protagonist Heavenly Rotten Sword becomes the Heavenly Sky Sword, possessing the elements of ice, fire, thunder, and darkness, along with the ability to summon seven overpowered beasts. When Tang San vows to become Yu Xiaogang’s disciple, the word “master” is changed to “godmother,” leaving Yu Xiaogang completely bewildered. Later, when Yu Xiaogang's mouth swells from poison, Tang San is forced to “suck out the toxin” through a painfully awkward kiss. Witnessing this, Xiao Wu, Zhu Zhuqing, Ning Rongrong, and Dai Mubai are left frozen in horror, questioning the sheer insanity of this altered reality. I’ll be publishing the complete PDF of this novel on my Patreon, so remember to join my Patreon free!" https://www.patreon.com/cw/UIGOD_Official NOTE: I only Translated it CREDIT goes to its original owner