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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 · 757.5k Views

Fated Fragments

Fated Fragments (Updates - Tuesday, Thursday, and Sunday) "Not yet perfect, but perfect for each other." Dear Toffee (Part 1- Completed) Forgotten memories, forgotten promises. It is always them... From further away, a voice called out, "Phi... Phi Artit..." Artit looked back at him. Seeing Toffee's smile, he whispered, "Don't hate me. Don't run away from me... don't miss me... don't die before me. Don't worry, I will do anything for you..." Maybe this time, the threads which were long lost will connect... but how long? How long do they need to wait? A story of two souls finding each other. First And Only (Part 2- Ongoing) "Kao... tell me, did you truly love me?" The words resounded inside him. Mok forcefully pulled his hand away. Without turning back, he walked out into the middle of the quiet, moonlit road, leaving Kao standing there alone. Tears fell from both of them. "I am not perfect for you, Kao. You deserve someone better than me..." "Don't leave me, Mok..." They are lost, trying to find their way home, trying to find their warmth. In the middle of it all, they lost their love and their choices. Yet, hope still remains, because to each other, they are perfect. "It's for you, Mok... my first and last." The destiny of two, where they must overcome and find what their night is. Note: Fated Fragments consist of four parts in total. Parts 1 and 2 will be combined into one book because they are connected, while Part 3 and Part 4 will be released as separate books: The Only Haven (Part 3) and Borrowed Light (Part 4).
RedRoss · 133.7k Views

SSS Awakening: Starting With Infinite Soul Copy

[Ding!] [You have copied an Awakening Soul and awakened the S-Grade Limitless Ability.] [You have Copied an Awakening Soul and Awakened the S-Level Bloodline: God Eater!] [You have Copied an Awakening Soul and Awakened the S-Level Title: Shadow Monarch!] ______ In a world overrun by supernatural creatures of overwhelming power and savagery, the hope of survival rests with the Awakeners. White Sinclaw was one such awakener, but one defeated by his kindness of heart. Betrayed by the organization, his battle squad, made up of everyone who had ever fought loyally alongside him, was mercilessly slaughtered, and he himself found death at the claws of someone he thought was beloved to him. Just as death claimed him and he believed it was all over... White regressed 10 years into the past, right before the day of the awakening Ceremony. And instead of awakening his normal B-grade Psychic Talent, as he had in the past, he instead awakened a Primordial Grade Skill: Awakening Souls Copy. With it, he could obtain the Awakening Soul of any other awakener with just a touch. Armed with knowledge of the future and an overpowered supernatural system, White begins his journey, a relentless pursuit to surpass the universe's limitless horizon and claim a power no one before him has ever dared to grasp. ======= OTHER WORKS: SSS Awakening: In a New World with Dual God-level Bloodlines. SSS Awakening: I am the First Mecha Overlord!
M_Princelygance · 1.1m 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 · 67k Views

Lord of Crimson Madness

London, 1878. Beneath a shroud of gray fog, a young aristocrat awakens in a lavish bedchamber with no memory of how he arrived there. Only a phantom pain remains, throbbing in his neck as though an unseen blade had once passed dangerously close to his throat. His name is Elias Montagu. His servants call him the Duke of Manchester. They dress him in silk, fasten his insignia, and prepare him for a crucial session in the House of Lords. There is only one problem. Elias remembers none of it. And the throne belongs to King George V. Something is wrong with London. Cathedrals rise above the city, devoted to forgotten gods whose names seem to shift from tongue to tongue: Senaiy, Uire, Siny, Urey, Senry, Ueis. Their scriptures contradict one another, yet their followers worship with absolute devotion. Their stone idols possess no faces that Elias can recognize, only hollow eyes that seem to follow him long after he has turned away. The moon hangs unnaturally low over the city, stained crimson against a sky that feels far too vast. Big Ben stretches impossibly high above the rooftops, its distant chimes carrying a hollow note that leaves Elias with the uneasy certainty that he has heard them before. Then the memories begin. Not memories of this world. Ruined cities beneath unfamiliar skies. Machines powered by a force Elias cannot name. Towers collapsing beneath a darkness without stars. And, buried among these fragments, the image of a colossal crimson eye staring directly into his own. Something is watching him. Something that may have been waiting for him long before he was born. As Elias moves through gilded ballrooms, secret societies, and corridors where servants whisper of things they refuse to name, he begins to question the identity everyone insists belongs to him. The more he remembers, the less certain the world becomes. In a world built upon forgotten truths, those who seek clarity are not called prophets, scholars, or kings. They are called madmen. And among them, one title is spoken only in a whisper. The Duke of Madness.
Darkbluemoon · 69.9k Views