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Being reincarnated is like the fever dream everyone wants including Riley an oddball with a knack for drawing eldritch anime girls unfortunately this didn't pan out to well when becoming the most evil one he's ever made. her name? Yltharae(ill tha ray), and she twists the cult dynamic on its head having all her devot followers call her "Mother" and the worst part? she's now in DC of all places as Yltharae with barely any worshippers so she decides to simply wing it because she's not getting her humanity back anyway.

[ NO HAREM ] [ BROMANCE ] [ FUN ] [ POTENTIALLY BL ] This is a rewrite of an already translated fan fiction. I have taken the liberty of modifying the original to better reflect my taste in literature. I dont know if i am going to incorporate m/m, but if the romance in the original gets too heavy I might just switch the names of the female to sasuke and be done with it.

He transmigrated into Aemond Targaryen on the night he was meant to lose an eye. He knew the history. He knew the fight. He knew exactly how fate was supposed to carve him into a monster. So he tried to change it. But when the dagger fell, the one who paid the price was not him. From that moment on, history broke. Branded as a kinslayer, feared as a monster, and forced onto the path of the Green faction, Aemond steps into a future no one remembers—one shaped by blood, dragons, and political betrayal. Regent of the Realm. Rider of Vhagar. The man who should not exist. This time, the Dance of the Dragons will not follow the script. ... This is a translation of a Chinese Novel, with minor changes in some parts of the original story.

The world rests on the Sea of Suffering. Mortals are reflections on water—beautiful, but not truly there. Only cultivation can make you solid enough that reality bothers to remember your name. Liu Chenming has once in a generation talent. His clan calls him blessed. But the elders who shower him with gifts, the mentor who arrives at the perfect moment, the rivals who test him just enough to make him stronger—none of it is kindness. His clan doesn't just cultivate qi. They cultivate karma. They've been engineering his destiny for years, and he's only just beginning to see the bigger picture. To cultivate is to become real—and the path to becoming real is filled with strategy, caution, manipulation, and moral compromise. What to Expect - An intelligent MC who must navigate schemes to survive - A cultivation system that connects to the metaphysical structure of the world - Consequences that follow choices across chapters and years - A local MC with no hidden memories or cheats - Mysteries that reward attentive readers - An MC who is forced to make moral compromises - Karma as a literal, exploitable force rather than abstract justice - Political intrigue between family branches vying for power - An MC who reasons through problems rather than overpowering them - A world that existed before the MC and doesn't revolve around him

Lazare Bonaparte died with regrets. A shadow engineer and former commando, he watched his country surrender its technological sovereignty to American and Asian giants. He was a soldier in a losing war. But Fate—or a glitch in the universe—hit the reset button. Lazare wakes up on October 14, 1980. He is back to square one: a cold bed in a crumbling Parisian orphanage. He is poor, underage, and nobody takes him seriously. But he remembers everything. He knows the architecture of microprocessors that won't be invented for another decade. He knows the code for the viruses that will paralyze the world. He knows the coming market crashes, the wars, and the fatal weaknesses of his future enemies. No more following orders. This time, Lazare won't just endure History. He will write it. From the muddy markets of Paris to the golden halls of the Military Academy, from illegal garage labs to the secret boardrooms of the Defense Ministry, witness the brutal ascent of a boy who decided to build an empire on sand, and turn it into silicon. He doesn't want money. He wants absolute sovereignty. Welcome to Project VOLTA.

Sherlock Sheets is the son of a fallen Pro Hero and a genius with a terrifyingly precise quirk—but he doesn’t want to be a hero. After his mother’s sacrifice shatters his world, Sherlock hides his heart behind apathy, logic, and fifty-two razor-sharp cards of glazed paper. Forced into U.A. High School by legacy and expectation, he stands in stark contrast to classmates who burn with ambition. As rivalries sharpen and hero society demands sacrifice, Sherlock is pushed toward a choice he’s spent years avoiding: remain a blank canvas… or risk caring again in a world that only breaks what it loves. this is my first fanfic so go easy one me and no harem you can Support by power stone of by sending through my upi id

In a world without animation, Sora Kamakawa inherits a failing studio and risks everything on an original work. Armed with stories from another world, he challenges the industry and proves that images can change eras. Author: 画飞 .

[Eternal Life + Simple Cultivation + Life-Borrowing + No Female Lead + Character with Growth] [A reminder: If you enjoy mindless, fast-paced action, proceed with caution!!!] Gu Ming unexpectedly transmigrates to the cultivation world, starting with endless lifespan and awakening the talent of life-borrowing. If killed, he can randomly sacrifice his enemies or close relatives to revive himself, and randomly gain one of the sacrificed person's abilities. Joining a sect requires a cultivation license? Lacking talent requires paid cultivation? No, why don't I even have the qualification to pay for cultivation? Fine! You won't even let me cultivate, huh? I'll just have to endure it all. While others study to reach the Immortal Realm, Gu Ming will rely on his lifespan to reach the Immortal Realm. Kill me? Come on.

"Son, what's your plan after middle school?" Such a plan had never crossed Ryomen Sukuna's mind. What did he want in life? What kind of mark does he want to leave in this world? His father always asked him this question whenever he could, though Sukuna always never had an answer no matter how hard he tried. "How about heroics, son?" Oh, maybe there is one now. (No harem, only Mina Ashido the pinky queen) (shit romance btw) (Yes, Sukuna has jjk Sukuna's powers, it's all in one quirk) (no system) (This is just a story where he beats up bad guys, gets the girl and aura farms, not thought out at all. Tons of cliche stuff in here) (I'll probably get MHA: Vigilantes in here later) (This was never supposed to be a deep dark story or something, and I never really was a good author so read at your own risk.)

#slow-temporal #high-density-events ------------------------------------------------ Once a tool for killing, his previous life had been one of solitude, his strength nothing more than a weapon wielded by others. When he was granted a second chance, his only wish was to escape that fate, find his lost companions and grow stronger for himself. Now Sato wants more. The ultimate illusion, blurring reality and fantasy! - Zoroark "Fear comes from within the heart." - Gengar The pride of pseudo-legendaries cannot be desecrated! - Tyranitar Poison at its peak turns naturally adorable~ - Ariados Even without wings, I can still fly! - Sharpedo The more underlings I have, the stronger I become! - Houndoom Acting cute is never an option. - Umbreon If you love me, hug me! - Cacturne What to Expect: This fic is a story about our MC, Sato, not a tale of saving the world and defeating villains. It’s focused on Sato, while in the background the world continues to develop on its own. Since he has been part of the Pokémon world from the very beginning, he doesn’t have that complex of “defeating the villains,” nor does the story need him to reach an ending. It’s a story about the classic Pokémon Journey, Pokémon, adventures, friends, certain responsibilities, and maybe a little bit of love… Don’t expect every villain from the anime or games to have a “conclusion,” or for "every" event from the “canon” to happen here. So just sit back, enjoy the ride, and let yourself be carried away by the adventure… This story is meant to be savored! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Disclaimer. This fanfic is an translation of the original work "精灵之山巅之上" by the author 邙月. All rights to the original work belong to its creator. If the original author wishes for the translation to be removed, I will gladly comply. The cover image not mine. I have made every effort to credit the original artist, but the artist is unknown or not credited properly. If you are the rightful owner and would like it removed. I will take it down promptly.

love of last breath

Immortal Lo, Oslo was a troublemaker with nothing to lose until his sister died in mysterious circumstances. Now, he’s a quiet wanderer known only as Immortal Lo in the underground. He drinks to forget, fights to survive, and roams the neon-lit streets of Noctis Bruxel like a ghost searching for purpose. When a secret society invites him to an illegal fight tournament, Oslo feels conflicted until he discovers they are the ones who killed his sister. With just a trinket around his neck and a fist that always lands, Oslo accepts to join the tournament not for fame or glory but for revenge. No rules. No friends. No second chances. And only one promise: *no killing the other drivers.*

Reborn as Shigure Kasukawa, a low-ranking noble in Seireitei, he starts his journey from the harshest district of North Rukongai, District 80. With a mysterious sign-in system at his side, every location he visits grants him unimaginable rewards: unparalleled spiritual power, devastating reiatsu, and abilities that defy the logic of the Soul Society. From the Shin'o Academy to the Senzaikyū, the Twin Hills of Execution, the Dangai, the Valley of Screams, Hueco Mundo, the Wandenreich, and even the Royal Palace itself—each sign-in unlocks god-like powers that shake the foundations of the Bleach universe. Rewards include: Crushing Reiatsu, Ultimate Release, Instant Kido Casting, Coexistence of Blut Arterie and Vene, and the Absolute Silence of Reishi. Yamamoto Genryūsai Shigekuni: "Without a doubt, Shigure Kasukawa is worthy of inheriting the title of the strongest Soul Reaper." Sōsuke Aizen: "I must admit, Shigure, you are the most troublesome opponent I've ever faced." Yhwach: "What kind of overwhelming power is this? How can you so effortlessly counter my Almighty?" Follow Shigure as he dominates the Soul Society and beyond, one legendary sign-in at a time!

In 1963, strange individuals are taken from this world and placed in another. They must perform heists if they want any hope of achieving their dreams and getting back home.

Kael was a "rat"—a lowly stable boy in a frozen, brutal medieval world where Knights ruled with iron and Barbarians crushed skulls with bone clubs. His life was worth less than the manure he shoveled. That changed the night he butchered a Knight with a rusty dagger to pay a debt of blood. Chosen by the God of Slaughter, Kael awakens the Aether System. His cheat? The ability to project his soul into other worlds, live countless lives, and bring their powers back to reality—if he survives. But power is not free. It is bought with pain, time, and sanity. World 1: The Wild West. He spends a lifetime as "El Lobo," a legendary gunslinger. He returns with the muscle memory of a master marksman and a 12-gauge shotgun. World 2: The Martial Arts Realm. He trains for decades as a Wuxia disciple. He returns with internal energy that can shatter steel. Now, as the Kingdom faces war and monsters surge from the dark, the nobles sneer at the servant boy holding a strange metal tube. They chant spells. They draw enchanted swords. Kael takes a slow breath. He racks the slide. Click-clack. "Parry this."

In a fantasy world where gods, magic, and levels exist, usually, a low-level undead like a skeleton in a dungeon is pretty mediocre. Luckily for this decently new and particularly lucky cadaver, the God of Undeath is growing bored, and has accumulated a bit too many unused Divinity Points compared to the more active gods. With proper sapience unlike their fellow low-rank undead, along with a bored deity watching closely, our unnamed protagonist is soon to begin their new life—er, unlife.

"Yume, you can't go anywhere. You know you have to stay by Ai's side forever, until the day you die, right?" "..." "Why aren't you answering? Don't tell me you want to be apart from Ai? You can't. Yume is mine. Ai's. Ai's. Ai's. Ai's..." Please save me. It seems I have changed destiny in the wrong way.

The Divine Law of this world has one answer for everything. Bow. To your sect. To your elders. To the heavens above and the hierarchy beneath them. Bow and cultivate and advance and one day, if you are exceptional enough, bow to slightly fewer things than you did before. Wáng Lù has been offered inner disciple promotion four times. He has declined four times. Not out of arrogance. Not out of weakness. Out of something the sect's framework has no category for — a self so complete, so ancient, so certain of its own foundation that the performance of submission registers not as humility but as a lie he is not willing to tell. He is seventeen. He carries eleven lifetimes behind his eyes. And every single one of them has been moving toward the same conclusion, the way rivers move toward the sea without being told which direction the sea is. The Divine Law has one answer. He is it.

(*I do not own the rights to the cover used*) Thrown into the world of shinobi, Soutarou Morita must learn how to survive amongst a plethora of geniuses, bloodline cheaters, and literal reincarnations of gods. Through the power of hard work and a 'little' bit of talent will Soutarou stand above the rest or will he fall like the numerous names in history? No AI. Not a translation. No system. No harem. Weak to strong.

Our protagonist wakes up to find himself in the Harry Potter world and in the body of nine-year-old Ron Weasley. Although he has memories of his past, he can't remember who he was, how he died, or his previous family. Just as he's wondering why he woke up in the body of the worst wizard possible, he learns he has a system. "If there is a system, then there's no problem. With a system, even Ron Weasley can achieve great things," he thinks. Thanks to his system, he gains a high-level crafter talent, but it doesn't instantly empower him. Everything depends on his effort and hard work. And Ron makes a decision. He will be Harry's first true friend, offering him a helping hand before he even starts Hogwarts. He will be Hermione's best friend, and when the time comes, he will ask her out. And with his crafter talent, he will become rich and make the Weasleys the wealthiest and most powerful family in Magical Britain. But in his first year at Hogwarts, an article he sees in a Muggle newspaper shows him that this world isn't just the Harry Potter world. And he needs to do something before a purple giant comes to this world and turns half the living things into dust. -------------- The main theme of this novel is our protagonist using his craft skills to create magical devices and build his own business empire, making a name for himself in the wizarding world. We will also see some romance later on. -------------- Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter works and the stories and characters based on them. The original story belongs to J.K. Rowling, the author of the Harry Potter series. I have no rights to anything other than my own original ideas. I found the book cover online. If the owner wants me to remove it, they can contact me.