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RWBY: The Wandering Harbinger

Orion never expected to die. He never expected to awaken in a strange white void either. And he certainly never expected to be handed the power, memories, and abilities of a Heroic Spirit. When his soul was pulled into a place beyond life and death, Orion was given a choice. Accept a contract and become a Heroic Spirit known as a Pretender, or fade away into nothingness. His answer was obvious. The moment he accepted, the legend engraved upon his Saint Graph became that of a warrior who sought battle above all else—a man known by countless names. Childe. Tartaglia. The Eleventh of the Fatui Harbingers. Armed with a Vision, a Delusion, mastery over countless weapons, and the terrifying power of the Foul Legacy, Orion is summoned into the world of Remnant. A young Yang Xiao Long has dragged her little sister Ruby deep into the forest searching for clues about their missing mother, Raven Branwen. Instead, the sisters find themselves trapped inside an abandoned building surrounded by dangerous Grimm. With no Huntsmen nearby and no hope of escape, the situation should have ended in tragedy. Then a blue spear pierces through the darkness. The Grimms are annihilated in seconds. And standing among the fading corpses is a young man with unruly orange hair and a carefree smile. "Hey now," he says, twirling a hydro blade in his hand. "Picking fights with monsters at your age? That's pretty impressive." Unlike normal Heroic Spirits, Orion quickly discovers something impossible. He isn't fading. He doesn't require a Master. He can eat, sleep, bleed, and grow stronger. For all intents and purposes, he is alive. A Heroic Spirit walking Remnant in a human body. Now, with no way home and an entire world before him, Orion decides to do the only thing that feels right. Travel. Fight. Grow stronger. And seek out opponents worthy of challenging him. From Patch to Vale, from Mistral to Atlas, tales begin spreading of a mysterious wandering warrior who appears wherever people are in danger. A Huntsman with powers unlike Aura. A hero who laughs in the face of impossible odds and charges headfirst into battles that should kill him. Some call him a protector. Others call him insane. Orion doesn't particularly care. After all, a warrior's life is meant to be exciting. But beneath the freedom of his new life lies a hidden truth. The Pretender Class exists to embody falsehoods. And the legend Orion inherited may not belong to him alone. As ancient powers stir, Salem's forces move from the shadows, and the secrets of his summoning slowly unravel and how he was summoned. Something or someone may have intentionally placed that legend upon him. And whatever orchestrated his arrival is still watching. A wandering hero. A battle-loving Heroic Spirit. A Pretender carrying the legend of the Fatui's deadliest Harbinger. In a world filled with Grimm, Maidens, and gods, Orion's journey is only beginning.
InfamousManhattan · 1.6k Views

Chaos and Order - A Multiverse Fanfic

Bred to be humanity’s Messiah. Betrayed into becoming its greatest Demon. Kai Stormborn died after exacting revenge. But death could not claim him. Reborn in the Primordial Tower. A battleground where Chaos and Order wage war. And Kai? He is neither. He is something far worse, carrying a Glitch — a forbidden anomaly that lets him devour magical creatures, assimilate their abilities, and evolve. To ascend beyond mortality, Kai must consume worlds, crush their champions, and rewrite their fates. He bends the Harry Potter timeline to his will. He manipulates the Great Houses of Game of Thrones like pawns. He fuses the very realities of Demon Slayer, Bleach, and more into his domain. His Breathing Style warps the laws of Reality Marbles. His mind becomes an Artificial Intelligence. His spirit wields the Will of D. Dumbledore fears him. The Akatsuki hunt him. The Gotei 13, the Warlords, the Jedi—all have stood in his way. All have fallen. Kai no longer walks as a mere Contestant—he is ascending into something Eldritch. Corpses stack like monuments in his wake and Timelines fracture as he upends the lores of the worlds. He does not follow Chaos. He does not obey Order. He bends Reality to his will. This is not a story of redemption. It is the legend of a demonic being who rewrote the rules of existence itself. But can you stomach what comes next? *************** No Harem. You can also try my new fanfic: Dr Blessed - In MHA With Lord Of Mysteries System, to read about Luke who has a Quirk to bestow Quirks upon others, along with Beyonder-powers from three Pathways! *************** For Patre0n and Discord links, check out Demonic Resurrection novel's synopsis. Disclaimer: Other than my OCs, I don’t own any character
droopyauthor · 3.9m Views

I'm Not A Master, I'm A Director (Creating Fate Movie In Nasuverse)

“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."
Delizard · 1.4m Views

Fate: I'm Not A Master, I'm A Director

“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."
Medusa_Fic · 601.3k Views