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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!)
itachi_122 · 729.3k Views

You Linger Too Deep | TeeTeePor Omegaverse

“The more I resist you— the deeper you settle.” He was never meant to want an Omega. Not because he refused, but because his body never allowed him to. Vyn is the “Untouchable Ace” of AXIOM—an elite S-Class Alpha defined by cold precision and absolute, frigid control. He maintains his status by hiding a volatile truth: a pheromone disorder that turns every Omega’s scent into a sensory assault—a biological glitch his instincts reject, violently and completely. A fated bond was never an option. Desire, a possibility he forced himself to bury beneath the glitz of the stage. Until Elio. The ethereal center of the rising group ELYS, Elio is a haunting paradox. An S-Class Omega—warm, angelic, and adored—yet beneath the idol’s glow, he remains a 'defective' rarity. He is searching for his own answers in an industry that demands nothing less than perfection. The moment they collide, Vyn’s system doesn’t just break—it rewires. It isn’t the rejection he expected, it’s something far more dangerous. A starving, magnetic pull. A hunger that defies every instinct he has spent a lifetime perfecting. He fights it. He claws at his own nature. But in the end, he always crawls back. In an industry built on power, perfection, and carefully buried truths, rivalry turns personal, desire turns obsessive, and control begins to slip. Because while Vyn is struggling against something his body was never meant to feel—Elio is chasing answers…and a past that was never meant to be uncovered. And the deeper Vyn falls into something he cannot name—the more it becomes clear.. what exists between them feels dangerously wrong. Not instinct. Something far more dangerous. And he lingers far deeper than he should. — Hello! I’m so excited to finally share this story with you. This novel was inspired by TeeTeePor or PorTeeTeePor. While I didn’t use their real names, you can imagine Vyn and Elio as them. Before you take the plunge, I have a little confession: I’m quite new to the Omegaverse! I’m doing my absolute best to write this without making it sound like a complex manual, so please bear with me as I find my footing in this world of scents and soulmates. I’m learning the "rules" right along with you! This story follows its own Omegaverse rules and lore. Some concepts, dynamics, and biological traits may differ from what you are familiar with in other Omegaverse works, as this universe has its own worldbuilding and internal logic. A fair warning: This isn't a fluffy romance. Things are going to get sensual, intense, and dark. If you like your love stories with a bit of a wicked edge, you’re in the right place. Please don't be a silent reader! If these characters are making your heart race (or making you scream), leave a comment. Your feedback is the only thing keeping me sane while I navigate this dark, spicy world. I hope you love the chaos! ~khloeberry
khloeberry · 45.8k 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

High School DxD: Return of the Crimson Dragon Emperor

They thought the Red Dragon Emperor was gone. They thought Kuoh was safe from his madness. They were wrong. Hyoudou Issei, the infamous perverted dragon of Kuoh Academy, vanished during a mysterious battle. Everyone thought he was dead lost to some unknown disaster. But Issei didn’t die. Oh no. He was thrown into another world. A brutal world of magic, monsters, demon lords… and plenty of busty heroines. There, he did what he does best. He survived. He trained. He grew stronger. Strong enough to fight gods, conquer kingdoms, and maybe even tame a Demon Lord’s daughter. (Totally not his fault… probably.) Now, after three insane years over there, Issei is back. But this isn’t the same high schooler who used to scream about boobs all day. This Issei has mastered new powers, sharpened his mind, and... okay, he still screams about boobs, but now he can destroy mountains while doing it. The devils, angels, and fallen of this world? They have no idea what’s about to hit them. Old friends don’t know whether to hug him, punch him, or run for their lives. And for those who ever doubted him… well, let’s just say Dress Break has leveled up too. A stronger, crazier, and hornier Red Dragon Emperor. A world on the brink of chaos. And a storm of comedy, romance, ecchi, and overpowered insanity is about to begin. Get ready, Kuoh. Issei’s back and he’s bringing the harem with him. Tag: High School DxD, Fanfiction, Harem, Ecchi, Action, Comedy, Isekai Return, Overpowered, Magic, Romance. ------------------------- If you’d like to support my work, check out my: patreon.com/Greyhounds
Greyhounds · 1.8m 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 · 786.1k Views

100 Battles To Return Home: The Author's Promise

Garima wrote the story. Survival is what matters most to her now. A bookish nerd from today's Mumbai loves spicy snacks, stories, and staying awake past midnight. Suddenly, her eyes open in a place born from her own imagination. A world where kingdoms rise and fall. Where Devil Lords will one day plunge the continent into chaos. And where everyone believes she is the Saintess chosen by the Goddess. Home has just a single path leading back to it. Garima leads fighters across a century of fights, one clash after another shaping the fate of everything. Easy... right? Truth stays clear only to Garima She wrote this world. Who stands beside them now might turn away later. What fights are headed for collapse. Armed with nothing but chaotic confidence, terrible singing, random Hindi slang that people mistake for "divine language," and the terrifying knowledge of the future, Garima begins rewriting fate itself. A loose rhythm carries her forward, voice cracking on syllables meant for gods, words slurring into decisions that bend time without warning. It's improvisation under pressure. Lines blur between guesses and truth when she speaks. The timeline stumbles, then follows her lead. Not because it should. Because there's no one else loud enough to try. Yet rewriting the tale demands something in return. If Garima slips A lie born from good intent could unravel everything she fights to protect. One hundred battles. One promise. A saintess steps off the page, her voice unscripted. She moves without permission, lines forgotten. Her silence speaks louder than vows ever could. Pages flutter to the floor, untouched by doctrine. What remains is motion, quiet and unplanned.
Druna_Forever · 46.5k Views