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Anime Multiverse: Building a Pantheon from Scratch

100 PS = 1 Bonus Chapter 5 Review = 1 Bonus Chapter -------------------------------------------------- After traversing into the multiverse of anime, Luo Shu acquires the Divine Creation System, setting him on the path to becoming the Supreme God King. But... The first step to creating a pantheon and becoming a God King is recruiting your own followers—that much he expected. But why are his followers specifically the heroines from various anime series? And why do most of these heroines come from slice-of-life shows? What’s with the appearance of a young Mira—did she wander in from the wrong series? Is there something seriously wrong with this system’s idea of a pantheon? And what’s this so-called Abyssal Invasion all about? Faced with the absurdities of this new life, Luo Shu can only team up with heroines like Utaha Kasumigaoka, Eriri Spencer Sawamura, Chisato Nishikigi, and other heroines to see if he can truly assemble a divine group and forge a new myth in this world. So, the first goal? Become the enigmatic leader of a secret organization hidden within the government... --- T/N: Be advised that characters and powers will be used, but not necessarily in the exact order, logic, manner, or arrangement that occurs in the original. Some stories will obviously be changed to fit them in the new world. Raw: 综漫:从零开始组建神群 or Anime Multiverse: Building a Pantheon from Scratch Author: 妖神级皮卡丘 or Monster-Level Pikachu Disclaimer: This is just a translation, with no intention to offend the original authors of the works nor the fanfic author. Cover Image dosen't belong to me. Support the translation and read up to 25 chapters ahead here: [email protected]/WritingforthePLOT (Remove @ for a and if not working, just search for WritingforthePLOT on P@treon!)
WritingforthePLOT · 786.7k Views

Take Me Away, Dark Lord!

#VillainDad #CuteProtagonist #Ghosts #Misunderstanding #Transmigration #SmartMC Mira realized two things the moment she woke up in the body of a nameless orphan in a fantasy novel: 1. She is a disposable "shrimp" destined to die in the crossfire of the main characters. 2. She is the only person in this world who can see the screaming, terrifying ghosts that haunt every corner of the empire. Tortured by the wails of the dead, Mira finds only one source of silence: Duke Kaelus von Nacht. Known as the "Dark Lord" and the "Emperor's Sword," Kaelus is a man so ruthless and soaked in bloodlust that even the ghosts are terrified to go near him. To the world, he is a monster. But to Mira, he is a walking, talking pair of noise-canceling headphones. Desperate for a good night's sleep, Mira clings to him, acting like a naive, affectionate child to secure her place by his side. She succeeds, but she miscalculated. Kaelus didn't adopt her out of kindness. He needed a disposable child to act as 'live bait' for the assassins targeting him. Now named Seraphina, she must navigate a deadly game of survival. She thinks she is using him as a ghost shield. He thinks she is a fearless prodigy who loves him. As Seraphina munches on poison berries and naps through ambushes to avoid seeing spirits, the cold-blooded Duke starts to ask the wrong questions. "Why does she only sleep when I am holding her?" "Why does she stare into space with such disdain?" "Is it possible... that I am a good father?" Spoiler: He is not. But he’s about to destroy an entire kingdom because someone woke her up. --- ### Excerpt "Your Highness, the Archduke," the aide whispered, trembling hard to cover his laughter from bursting out. "The child... she is clinging to your leg again." Kaelus looked down. The tiny creature known as Seraphina was attached to his calf like a barnacle, drooling on his pristine military trousers. "She is fearless," Kaelus murmured, misinterpreting her desperate need for his ghost-repelling aura as familial affection. "The assassins are approaching, yet she seeks comfort only in the eye of the storm. She is the perfect bait." Seraphina, currently trying to avoid eye contact with a headless ghost hovering three feet away, squeezed her eyes shut. 'Just don't move. If I let go, the headless guy will ask me where his nose is again.' "Sir," the aide hesitated. "She's... eating your cloak." "Let her eat," Kaelus commanded, drawing his sword. "Whatever she wants, she gets. Except for freedom."
CoffeePrincess · 1m Views

Chronisoul

(I will be posting this story on RoyalRoad.com) To summarize this story in one sentence: A boy is Chosen to stand against a person who was never meant to be evil but now rules it. In the long term, without any spoilers. It's about a boy who becomes a god but still chooses to be human. A story about the cost of power and why someone would want it. When seventeen-year-old Damon Vale lost his mother, his whole world cracked. Not just with grief, but also with an impossible truth. Damon is no longer just a high schooler dealing with gangs and betrayal; he is the descendant of a powerful Queen of Woewyn, a kingdom on a realm carrying good and bad in excess. Raised on Earth by the Queen who lied to save his life, Damon is gifted and burdened by a power that literally bends elements and is constantly on the verge of purging his own body. Now, ancient gods and demons are pouring in and out of The Multiverse, some disguised as humans. Chronisouls, some torment, some help. For Damon, the choice is simple: Embrace the divine power that hurts him from the inside out, or watch his life on Earth, including the one girl who sees past his walls, shatter forever. From quiet rooftops(literally) to cosmic wars(also literally), Damon must discover if saving existence means losing the simplicity he always wanted, getting something better... or obtaining worse. (He doesn't really look like the cover. I only used it 'cause a friend made it for me and it's pretty cool. He looks like my pfp)
Crystopall · 170.6k Views

SCP Foundation: The Sickly Girl Who Controls S-Class Witches

Traveling to a world where ghost stories and abnormal creatures are rampant, Serie not only becomes a beautiful, fragile, and sickly girl like a porcelain doll, but is also taken in by the salvation organization as an S-level abnormal creature and imprisoned in a steel fortress in the deep sea. But Serie didn't care, because she found that as long as she closed her eyes, those witches condensed by fear, desire and power would open their demon eyes on the other side of the world. They were walking taboos and also puppets dancing on Serie's fingertips. Each witch has a completely different form and ability. Complete tasks, light up the skill tree, and continuously upgrade and evolve. Beautiful and powerful S-class witches appeared one after another like mushrooms after rain—— "The Witch of Pleasure plunges New York into a lewd abyss?" "The Dread Devourer ate the Golden Gate Bridge clean?" "The Slaughter Witch rules the battlefield, weaving nightmares for her enemies with threads of blood?" "The ruling witch made the organization's top executives betray her and become her loyal servants?" Alarms on the radio sounded one after another, and the employees were talking about Serie's trumpet, some with fear, some with admiration, and some with vigilance, but they would never know that the culprit of all this was that useless and cute girl who was tied with chains and restraints and did nothing every day except act coquettishly and wait for food. Serie said nothing, just buried her face in the pillow and continued to play the simulation game: "Let's open a new account... I want to try a different evolution path this time."
Solyura34 · 831.9k Views

KEBARUKE HUNTER: Legacy of the First Era.

In a world where the night is not a sanctuary, but a slaughterhouse, the Moon is a god of execution. While the common people hide behind the "Silver Seals," a ancient race of monsters known as Kebaruke—born from a forbidden alchemical accident—stalk the shadows. But they have one fatal weakness: the very moonlight that guides them also burns them into white ash. Oolka was a simple girl until the night the Upper Sun Kebaruke decimated her village, leaving only her and her brother, Kgreko, alive. But Kgreko has changed. His hair has split into shades of purple and black, and a hunger grows within him that only blood can satisfy. To save his soul, Oolka must allow a cold-hearted Master to bind her brother’s jaw with a Steel Prayer Seal and teach her the forgotten Arts of the blade. Carrying the mysterious Triangle Mark of the legendary first slayer, Yortaka, Oolka joins the Hankure—an elite group of warriors hunting the King of Kebaruke, Izan. Alongside a wild boy raised by foxes and a girl obsessed with the speed of Heaven, Oolka must navigate a path of fire and frost. But as Izan grows desperate—slowly turning human due to a traitor’s injections—he unleashes his ultimate weapon: Ailiska, the 8-eyed King of the First Era, and Oolka's own blood-ancestor. In a world where the moon is a weapon and history is a lie, Oolka must master the First Art before the rotating castle of the enemy crushes the last of the human spirit.
Jawaid_Khan_0103 · 70.8k Views

My Angel Sama

Ruturaj is a high school student who lives alone in his house. One day, fate leads him to meet a gorgeous girl named Towa — an angel sent by God to learn about Earth. And Somthing more.... [Prologue] High above the world, beyond time and pain, there’s a place called Heaven. It’s not just a location—it’s a feeling. Imagine endless skies glowing with soft light, rivers sparkling like they’re made of stars, and golden towers rising from crystal ground. Every breath feels like a song, every step like a moment of peace. In the heart of Heaven, past shimmering gates guarded by angels, a group gathered around a radiant throne. Jesus stood there, calm and wise, his presence warm like a friend’s smile. Beside him was Seraphina, gentle and kind, like a mother you could always turn to. Today, something special was happening. A new soul was being born. From a swirl of glowing feathers and warm light, a girl appeared. She had long silver-white hair and golden eyes that sparkled with curiosity. She looked around, confused but amazed, her small wings fluttering softly. The Creator’s voice spoke, soft and clear. “Her name is Towa. She’s born from love, made to understand.” Towa blinked, taking in the shining hall and the angels watching her. “Where… am I?” she asked, her voice small and unsure. Seraphina stepped closer, smiling. “This is Heaven, Towa. And you’re one of us now.” Over time, the angels taught Towa how to fly, sing, and watch the world below. She was different, though—gentle and a bit clumsy, always curious. While other angels focused on big ideas, Towa played. While they thought deeply, she wondered about everything. Maybe that’s why she was chosen. One day, Jesus looked at her with kindness. “Towa, it’s time for you to go to Earth. To live among humans.” Towa’s eyes grew wide. “Earth? But… I don’t know how to be like them.” “You’ll figure it out,” Seraphina said, resting a hand on her shoulder. “Some angels are meant to fight. You? You’re meant to feel.” The gates of Heaven swung open, and a warm breeze of light brushed past Towa. She stood at the edge, her silver hair swaying, her golden eyes wide with curiosity and a hint of nervousness. Her wings—soft, glowing, and new—spread slowly, trembling just a little. A gentle energy surrounded her, like a hug from the universe. Below, Earth waited—a messy, beautiful world full of feelings she didn’t yet understand. Jesus stood behind her, watching quietly. A small smile crossed his face. He knew something she didn’t: Towa wasn’t just going to Earth to learn about humans. She was meant to find something special, something no other angel had ever discovered. A purpose all her own. With a deep breath, Towa stepped forward. Her wings caught the air, and she soared from Heaven.
RutuOfficial · 2.1k Views