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All credits belong to the original creators. I am just a guy writing this fanfic for fun. This is not the same Baki Hanma as the one from the anime. It's just they have the same name and abilities. Their personalities are different. Also, the cover photo isn't mine. If the original creator wants me to remove, just comment under the fic and I will remove it.

Original Fanfiction by Non-English Speaer Reincarnated person in another world in 1991 where the gaming and entertainment industry are like in those early 1980s *I just love those video game developer novel , but unfortunately most of them are focused on so much things except video games industry. I also not big fan of harem. I've also new to writing so please forgive me if I'm making mistake, and if you seek perfection in my novel, you ain't gonna find it lol, also this is not translation but my OG, Also be patient this fics have slightly slow pace and the earlier chapters is quite mess hahaha* English Also not my first Language. So i write this with my First language then translate it with help of AI.* if you want support me : https://www.pa*reon.com/zaborn_1997/membership

Betrayed and murdered, Kairos Sage is reborn as an Incubus, bound to a ruthless [Homewrecking System]. His mission is simple: seek out the unfaithful, seduce them, and awaken the monstrous manifestation of their fallen innocence. He doesn't just claim their souls; he conquers the beasts they become, forging them into soldiers for the Devil's apocalyptic legion. As a university professor by day and a hunter by night, Kairos is the perfect weapon. With every soul tamed, his power grows. But when his crusade draws the attention of celestial hunters and a mysterious, pure-hearted student who sees the man behind the monster, Kairos finds his resolve tested. To survive the coming holy war, he must build his army without remorse. But to save his own soul, he might have to betray the very Devil who made him.

Hogwarts rebuilds. The Ministry reforms. Muggles inch closer to magic. And in the middle of this fragile new world, Harry slowly sheds the limits he placed on himself, stepping into a deeper understanding of power, responsibility, and the ancient mysteries buried beneath wizardkind’s history.

Is it Sin that makes one a sinner? Or is it Kin that makes one a sinner? Many say we are born innocent and untainted, and yet in Sin we are all related to one another. For we are one Kin, and with this Sin we share that we are born with. And even a certain doctrine holds that one's Kin, through the fact of birth, inherit a tainted nature with a proclivity to sinful conduct in need of regeneration… "I was brought forth in iniquity, and in Sin did my Mother conceive me." …or so the doctrine says, "We are all born sinners because of Kin that brings us together." …and so we think: we are born with Sin inherited from our Kin, But, should that hold us back from acting with virtue? No, we should not hold back, even when Sin entered the world through one Kin, and Death through Sin, and in this way, Death came to all beings, because all sinned, But even so, we all have freedom to be a being we want when we embrace Death, To be a fraudulent Human, To be a violent Angel, To be a benevolent Devil, And what one wants to be, neither "Sin" nor "Kin" should define what "Self" one is going to be, let "Journey" instead that defines one "Self"

Foolishness is humanity’s greatest sin… and I suppose I’ve drowned far too deep in it because of her. . . . Power always demands a price. That’s what they always said, and they were right. After I awakened a strength capable of cleaving a dragon in a single swing, the world took its payment by ripping away the one thing that mattered most to me. My reason to live… gone. Since then, one question haunted every breath I took: what was I living for? The answer came in the form of someone far beyond my reach—a queen with crimson eyes that could burn through one’s soul, standing so high above that ordinary men had no right to even look at her. A woman I shouldn’t have touched, not even in a dream. And yet she was the only spark left in the darkness of my life. To stand beside her, I had to grow stronger. Not just strong enough to split a dragon. Not just strong enough to tear apart monsters. I must be strong enough to split a god in two. And so I climbed—rising from a nameless commoner to a celebrated war hero… or perhaps something closer to a mad hero. After all, heroes aren’t supposed to enjoy the sound of bones shattering, the screams of their enemies, or the scent of blood clinging to their skin the way I do. Me? I’m better suited to being called a mad dog. A mad dog that will sink its fangs into anyone who dares stand in my way, even her. And if the world wants to stop me… let it try. I’ve lost everything once. I don’t mind making the world feel the same.

Alexander Langston died in an accident caused by a negligent laborer. Opening his eyes Alex was immediately bombarded with a fine view of green luscious botany. "What the hell just happened?" [User…. Alexander Langston will be granted Sword Sovereign System—- [Alex Hawthorn]  Age - [16]  rank - [fledgling]  Energy - [Devine] [Mana] [Qi] [Prana]  Tallent - [Sovereign]  [Stat—] "A system :D" As if to taunt the newly born transmigrator, the Aszura blue panel began to glitch and tear apart, as a dominant shade of red fiercely plastered its ominous message. Red was never a good sign.  "Why is it showing that?" [ERROR!] [ERROR!] [ERROR!] [ERROR!] [ERROR!] [ERROR!] [ERROR!] ….. [Unaccounted force hindering the symbiotic process] [ [Title] [Great one] is revoking the previous action]  [Sword Sovereign System (Nulled)]  "..." "what the fuck just happened?" In his former life, Alexander Langston was a coward who lived a mundane life of predictability, But now that he transmigrated into a new body... yet, it's shit. How about talent? It was equally as bad. He was now trapped in a novel he had enjoyed, which he had finished only three hours earlier. "Why did I have to transmigrate, and why this world of all places?!" The strong were revered!!! While the weak were ridiculed!!! ============================== (I'm moving so as such I won't be able to post chaps :( ) [Author] No Romance, Harem, or Fan-service here. The main character is also not an Edgelord or a Psychopath who kills people without reason. Lastly, E.

When the world is erased by the very god he served, Emperor Cael Ardyn shatters his own soul to deny the divine harvest—scattering a single forbidden instinct into the next cycle. Reborn as a child in a peaceful kingdom, Cael remembers nothing… except that the world is a lie. Haunted by flashes of a blood-red sky and a voice whispering from the depths of his unstable Shattered Core, Cael begins his second life weak, quiet, and observant. But as political tensions rise, forgotten ruins awaken, and gods tighten their invisible leash, Cael’s lost memories claw their way back. Guided by a dying dragon god fragment bound inside him, Cael enters the Aetherion Academy—where prodigies train, monsters lurk behind human faces, and fate scripts every life for a divine purpose. But Cael refuses to be a tool again. This time, he will break the cycle. This time, he will tear open the heavens themselves. And this time… the gods will bleed. Reincarnation, Regression Memory, Dark Fantasy, Academy, Slow-Burn Romance, Overpowered Growth, Political Intrigue, Gods vs Mortals, Beast Companions, World Reset Cycle, Psychological Conflict, Mythic Power, War Strategy, Multi-Element Core, Anti-Hero Protagonist

This is the story of about a veteran solider who died in peace. His death is not end, it's an new beginning. He teleport to another choas for unknown reasons and reborn as Hades, who crowned in the realm of death. From soldier to sovereign. From death to dominion. His legend begins where life ends.

What happens when a master miniature builder gets thrust into a monster apocalypse with a puppet-summoning skill? "Turn my miniatures into real soldiers. Duh!" Said Adam Clay, the Lord Commander of Earth, with a wide grin as he snapped with his fingers. Power Armored Supersoldiers, Walker Crafts, War Machines, Stellar Arks, and Legions of Men-at-Arms all appeared around him in hordes, chanting the holy name of the Emperor of the Solarium. But that's a scene from the endgame, and here's how it began... What to Expect? A Progression LitRPG with action scenes, political intrigue, humor, RTS mechanics, kingdom building, crafting, summoning, and a magic system that tightens it all up, coming from the author of the 760+ chapters long Dragonborn Saga. Inspired by WH40K’s energy, but its own beast entirely. (so not a fanfic) While it is so, you can say it is the watered-down version for those who aren't willing to dip their toes in the original madness. Where else to find this Gem? This story exists on Patreon, Webnovel, Royal Road, and Scribble Hub

From the ashes of peace rose a child of war. Born to a house whose banners were stitched with blood, he was raised to believe that honor was sacred and obedience was survival. The world called him an heir to glory, yet curiosity drew him to the forbidden edges of battle—to the trenches where bodies sank into the mud and the air hung heavy with smoke and grief. There, among the shattered echoes of gunfire, he discovered that war was not valor. It was decay. It was the quiet madness that lingers after the shouting ends. Years hardened the boy into a man. His posture was regal, his heart unsteady. Behind the polished manner of nobility lived a spirit fractured by the memory of death. Still, he served his house with devotion sharpened by guilt, clinging to the faith his father once whispered as prayer. He dreamed of peace for the children who would come after him, of a world unshaken by the thunder of war. But peace is fragile, and history remembers what men wish to forget. When the drums call once again, he must choose between ending the legacy that shaped him or becoming its final echo.

After taking his own life, a man is reborn into a hostile and unforgiving fantasy world, where danger lurks in every shadow. With nothing but the fragments of a broken soul, he sets out on a perilous journey as he struggles to survive and discover the true meaning of happiness.

I am the Demon King but I lost to a Hero just because I hurted his sister and not only did I lost I also became a Woman because of my karma and worse of all I had to become Hero's wife

Died in a fit of rage over a Jujutsu Kaisen leak? Check. Hit by truck-kun that was running three minutes early? Check. Reincarnated into My Hero Academia as the very character I was mourning? ...Wait, what?

Death should have been the end. Instead, Caelum Veylor opened his eyes in the body of a forgotten boy—inside the world’s most dangerous academy. Ashthorne is a place where sigils rewrite souls, rival houses wage hidden wars, and only monsters rise to the top. Caelum was once a military strategist feared for his mind. Now, he must climb the academy’s ranks with nothing but cold logic, ruthless patience, and a talent for manipulating the threads of fate itself. But the past did not stay buried. And in Ashthorne Dominion… neither do the dead.

We presume death and seek fortune— Fame and acknowledgments from those we care very little for. Beware what you wish for, I'm pretty sure some wise Chinese dude once said that. Akito, a seemingly normal and helpless individual, lived like any other. But due to the strings of fate and the greed of a bored god, his early demise soon arrived. The guardian angel of isekai, following through with its command, swiftly began a perversion with the thin strings of fate tying the simple youth to life. This was all in the pursue of the youth's untimely demise, and yet… It had missed the target. Truck-kun failed its duty, and the youth survived—but only for a moment longer. Seconds later, the rapid beat of his heart quivered and stifled, after several seconds it stopped completely. His mind grew hazy, and soon he collapsed. When he awoke from his daze, he was met with a presence that was nothing short of some Anime BS. "You fucker, do you know the shit you put me through!" yelled a voice—distant, yet impossibly close.

"A mere hunting dog," he mocked aloud. A life lived not for himself, but to satiate his god's will, an inquisitor—the thing he saw as his purpose, his only purpose. From fables, such beings are spoken of with reverence and awe. A person of incomparable noble steed, one who lived with altruism and noble offset, without vice. Ironic, that same fool...No. THE pathetic shit-headed boy he truly was! Naïve he was. A man who had amassed a laundry list of dirty deeds, all in the pursue to satiate his god’s will. Shunned from society, a boy whose birth was that from a common backstreet whore, raised with patronage, growing used to condescending looks, hunger, fear, self-hate, and strife, all of it became to norm, all in order to reach his current self. Now isolated from the world, in a cell behind four impossibly thick walls of steel and concrete. Stolen from his sun, his purpose gone, he waited idle within that cell, awaiting anything... And that something, did happen... In the form of [Terminus]. ----------------------------- [Disclaimer!]: I don't write anything related to harem or romance.

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The story of a person reincarnated into another world who continues to play Shogi, believing everything will be fine because a "consultant" residing in their head provides various advice.—— 1 chapter per day minimum.

What happens when creation and destruction come together? Sebastian’s life was defined by loss. Orphaned, abandoned, and beaten down by a world that seemed determined to crush him, he met his end alone on the streets, broken by poverty, sickness, and heartbreak. Yet death was not the end. He awakens in a void between worlds, confronted by a strange, otherworldly presence and a mysterious statue that hints at power beyond mortal comprehension. There, Sebastian burns and is reforged as a Nekros, an extra in the world of "The Celestial Arena." Thrown back into the living world, Sebastian must navigate a realm where morality is relative and every choice carries weight. As he experiments with his abilities, he encounters allies, rivals, and enemies who test not only his strength but his understanding of what it means to wield life and death. With the line between salvation and annihilation growing thinner by the day, Sebastian faces a choice that will determine the fate of the world itself: embrace his powers fully and reshape existence in his image, or sacrifice everything to restore balance and prove that even the most broken soul can leave a mark on eternity. discord invite--- https://discord.gg/KmyugBfDaf