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The King of Knights in Douluo Dalu (eng)

Author's Note (Please read before starting!) Hello readers! Welcome to this story. Before you enter the first chapter, there are a few important things you need to know: 1. AI Usage: This story is written with the help of AI. I use it specifically to improve grammar, polish the storytelling style, and assist with researching additional information and lore about the world of Douluo Dalu. (The ideas and plot remain 100% purely mine). 2. Anti-Tang San Route: This fanfic takes the Anti-Tang San and his family route, a theme that might be quite familiar in the Douluo Dalu fanfic community. The Main Character (MC) will not side with, befriend, or align with the original protagonist of the story. 3. Harem Genre: This story will feature quite a large Harem route for the MC. For those of you who are uncomfortable with this genre, please use your discretion before continuing to read. 4. Original Character (Not a Transmigrator/SI): The MC in this story is the soul of an original character from his home series (Nasuverse), not the soul of a random modern person who suddenly reincarnates into that body. I will try my absolute best to keep his original personality intact. However, if in the middle of the story you feel the MC's personality starting to deviate slightly, please don't hesitate to let me know in the comments! 5. Bilingual Updates: This story will be uploaded in two versions. I will release the Indonesian version first as the original manuscript, followed by its translated result in English. Thank you for taking the time to read this note. Enjoy the story! A soul from a ruined world is forcibly pulled by the World Consciousness of Douluo Dalu. In the past, he was a King of Knights who bore the heavy burden of a kingdom. Now, he awakens in the body of a helpless, abandoned baby.
MDLMOR · 18.2k Views

The Triplet Alphas’ Secret Mate

Liam grabbed my chin and forced me to look into his piercing green eyes. “Why do you smell like my brother, Scarlett?” he demanded. My heart pounded, but I said nothing. My silence only made his anger worse. “I am your mate,” he growled. What he didn’t know… was that he wasn’t the only one. I was mated to all three brothers. And none of them knew. Just then, a knock echoed on the door. “Liam? Are you in there?” It was Leo. I saw panic flash across Liam’s face as his eyes darted toward the door and then back to me. He could not let his brother see me here, half-naked and pressed against the wall. He grabbed my arm and shoved me into the bathroom, quickly turning on the shower to drown out any sound I might make. BLURB I am fated to three men who want me dead. To the pack, I am the Rogue’s daughter. To Liam, Leon, and Leo, I am a mistake that should never have existed. The day I discovered I was the fated mate of all three brothers, I realized it wasn’t a blessing. It was a death sentence. They hate me. They believe my parents betrayed the pack and killed their mother, our Luna, and the shame of being tied to me burns their pride. None of them know the others share the same bond, and each one secretly plans to reject me and erase the connection forever. So I begged for time. Three months. Three months to strengthen my wolf so I can survive the pain of a triple rejection without dying. They agreed. But something strange began to happen. Why does Liam’s voice grow softer whenever he speaks to me? Why does Leo give me that familiar smile—the one he used to give me when we were children? And why does Leon look like he wants to kill his own brother whenever one of them touches me? Then the truth comes out. The secret is revealed. And now all three brothers know that I belong to them. But instead of rejecting me… they refuse to share me. ●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● Note: This is Book Two of Fated to Not Just One but Three. But it can be read as a standalone, as it follows the story of their sons.
Sugarlitics · 88.9k Views

Tensura: The Multiverse Planeswalker

Reincarnating into a fantasy world is truly extraordinary, especially a fantasy world with a backdrop of Heroes and Demon Lords; it was a recipe for an exhilarating and incredible adventure. That’s what Damien is experiencing right now, reincarnating into the Tensuraverse. But the first thing that crossed his mind after reincarnating wasn’t whether he was part of the grand scheme of the battle between Hero and Demon Lord, but whether he had reincarnated as one of the weakest creatures in the entire world… a Slime? Fortunately, he didn’t suffer such an unfortunate fate. But as the saying goes, if you're so lucky for no reason, misfortune will be the price you pay. Although he didn’t reincarnate as a slime, he reincarnated as a Hybrid Majin-Human instead. To make matters worse, he was reincarnated in a region that adheres to the anti-monster doctrine of a certain Demon Lord’s church, a perfect recipe for discrimination and ostracism against him. But luckily, it seems the Voice of the World took pity on him for enduring such a fate and granted him [Planeswalker]. A Unique Skill that allows him to explore another worlds freely. Incredible, right? But that’s not all. In addition to this skill, he was given a skill that makes him stronger with every powerful familiar he possesses. No doubt about it, with these two skills, his future is bright… Servants, Pokémon, Majin, Beasts, and all the powerful fictional characters he once admired… it seems that building his own kingdom composed entirely of his familiars is the surefire path to becoming the strongest! -- [Tensura] [Pokémon] [Nasuverse] [Konosuba] [Highschool DxD] [Kumo desu ga Nani ka?] [Soul Land] [Dungeon Fighter Online] [No Game No Life] [Mondaiji-tachi]... and others.
XElenea · 1.7m Views

Fate: I Just Want to Die and Sit on the Throne of Heroes

I crossed into the world of Type Moon and, for some reason, the Root itself recognized me. As long as I die an abnormal death, I can ascend to the Throne of Heroes and become its lord, an existence stronger and freer than even the Seven Grand Servants. So, in order to die, I started acting like a complete fool across the Nasuverse. I cursed Gilgamesh to his face in Uruk, challenged almighty Zeus in Greece, openly kidnapped Skadi in Northern Europe, proclaimed in Israel that Solomon was a demon god instead of a holy king, and even stood at Morgan’s side in Britain. Yet for some reason I am still alive. By 1994, Fuyuki City, history has given me a ridiculous list of titles: the third friend of the Most Ancient King, the first prime minister of Mesopotamia, the man favored by the Greek gods, the king of giants in Northern Europe, the incarnation of God who awakened Solomon’s humanity in Israel, the miracle worker supported by Prince Camelot. On top of the Fuyuki Bridge, a young yet world weary Lovi sits on the railing, staring at the city lights and sighing. “Tell me, what exactly went wrong? Or you could just kill me here and let me finally ascend to the Throne of Heroes. Please.” Kiritsugu Emiya lights a cigarette, glances at Artoria holding the Holy Spear, at the treasury of the King unfolding beside Gilgamesh, at the crimson spear tip reaching out from the distant Kingdom of Shadows. The cigarette in his hand trembles slightly.
FanficLord03 · 1.7m Views