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Danmachi: Reborn with EMIYA's Powers

A boy who was outcasted from society at a young age due to his inability to conform finds solace in reading numerous fantasy stories in place of human interaction. He particularly grows fond of a story named Danamchi, going so far as to read the novels, play the games, and read forums and interviews to enjoy it to the greatest extent. Eventually, his isolation from society spelled his end. But it was not yet the end of this anti-social loner, as he soon woke up in the body of a character he was all too familiar with. "I've been reborn as Bell Cranel?!.... AND I ALSO HAVE EMIYA'S PROJECTION MAGECRAFT?!!" Authors note: Hello! This will be my first fanfiction on this site. I'm a big fan of both Danmachi and Type moon so I had this idea of a crossover fanfiction for a while. First off, this story will mostly be the same as the canon of the original danmachi with the inclusion of some fate characters in the world to spice this up. Secondly, I plan to make this story a harem, though I don't intend to make it so that every girl immediately falls in love with the MC for an arbitrary reason. I'll try my best to flesh out each romantic partner in a way that isn't like a stereotypical anime romance. Thirdly, The mc isn't going to be some chad thunderc*ck guy. He will have the sensibilities to recognize and acknowledge the horrible stuff in the world, but will not be some innocent snowflake like the original bell nor a murderous maniac pragmatist. Lastly, though I included the R18 tag, I am still developing my skills to write lemons. So don't expect too much of those. Though I will promise it will happen sometime in the future.
Feniurme · 6.2m 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 · 1.2m Views

Promised (Reluctant) Victory In Remnant

Reluctant OC Isekai with Nasuverse Excalibur into RWBY. And to top it all off, a System that gleefully compels him to be the "Savior" of a world he'd rather leave to its own devices. -Premise- Someone who really doesn't give a shit dies. And then... Forced to give a shit by being transported into a World that is about to collapse. Why is he forced to give a shit? Because he's literally got THE Excalibur at his beck and call at the behest of his after-life Reincarnator God or whatever. Now, initially, he'd have wanted to chuck that thing into some dirty alleyway and let someone else worry about the end of the World. But no! He's got a darn system that forces him to be the quote-on-quote "Savior" of this world. Else he'll suffer torture and a fate worse than death! ...If he was forced to use the Sword for anything, perhaps cutting trees would have sufficed. NOT SUPERNATURAL MONSTERS?! -Premise End- He'll be OP. Obviously. (Another for Fun Fic THAT I HAVE NO OBLIGATION TO UPDATE SO EXPECT NEXT UPDATE TO COME WHO KNOWS WHEN!) Creative Director - Anti-Storm (He really helped with the Fate shenanigans and worldbuilding like dayuuuum) I don't own anything. Not RWBY, Not Fate Stay Night, Nasuverse, and or Arthurian Legend. Credit goes to the official creators, support the official releases, please. Except that of Arthurian Legend - Pretty sure the Author's not among us, last I checked. Don't own the cover either - Didn't like my last one so I changed it to this one.
BurgerNoTomatoes · 1.5m Views

Reincarnation:MultiversalClass-Chronicles of the Wandering Miracle ENG

Between the heartbeat of one universe and the next, a miracle was born from ashes. Shirou Emiya died in the Fuyuki fire. But in the precise instant between his last breath and absolute death, something took his place: a wandering soul from another world, a perfect vessel for a power that should never have existed. Now, bound to Arachne—a parasitic entity that feeds on the distortions of the multiverse—this new Shirou awakens in a body not entirely his own, his destiny rewritten. His magic is not that of swords, but of Miracle itself. A chaotic power that turns the impossible into the possible, guided by a system that is more companion than tool. Through her, he is connected to an impossible group chat with voices from other worlds: a mage-princess burdened by a kingdom, a girl shackled by paternal ghosts, a poor and useless goddess, an obsessive avenger, a genius cloaked in metal, and an idealistic telepath. Together, they will be the first line of defense against the cracks threatening the fate of world-bubbles. From the magical streets of Fuyuki to the most unfathomable abysses of foreign realms, his journey will be a quest not only for power, but for identity. For when the Fifth Holy Grail War begins, and legendary heroes walk once more, a question will resonate in the heart of the seething, cursed mud: Can a miracle, forged in tragedy and scarred by the flames of infinite hatred, find its place in a world—in infinite worlds—that never expected it?
Arthas_Pendragon · 66.5k Views