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A cunning, ruthless mafia enforcer who rose through the ranks with blood stained hands and unbreakable will. But betrayal brought his end, and death came swiftly. He expected Hell. Instead, he was reborn. Now, in a world of devils, angels, and gods, he opens his eyes as Riser Phenex, the youngest son of the prestigious Phenex clan. With memories of his past life intact and an iron determination forged in the streets, baby Riser vows not to waste this second chance. Blessed with vast demonic power and the legendary blue flames of the Phenex bloodline, he quickly sets himself apart from other noble heirs. But Riser isn’t content with nobility or comfort. With a mafia king’s ambition and a warrior’s spirit, he sets his sights on true greatness not just as a devil noble, but as a legend feared and respected across all factions. He builds his power, reshapes his family’s legacy, and prepares for the storms to come because in this new world, the strongest don’t rule with guns or gold, but with magic, fire, and resolve. And Riser Phenex? He intends to rise above them all reborn not just as a devil, but as a King.

A brand-new consciousness emerged within the body of the transmigrator who had committed suicide. Was that consciousness him? He didn't know. He could only rely on fragmented memories to begin feeling his way forward in this unfamiliar world... So... when you get lost, can you end up lost all the way on the Moon? Xin Yu looked at the white-haired woman before him, currently eating instant ramen. He silently took out his phone and snapped a picture. "Recording the precious footage of a Moon person eating." ___ This story is purely fictitious. If there is similarity, it is purely coincidental. *honkai impact 3rd

In the heart of Geneara, a mysterious blue comet looms in the sky—a harbinger of chaos, transformation, and the unknown. When the government’s experiments with forbidden cosmic forces spiral out of control, humanity is left facing the fallout of their arrogance. The comet’s impact unleashes blue moon dust across the land, granting extraordinary abilities to some while others succumb to monstrous mutations—their bodies warped, their minds fractured. Caught in the chaos are: Absynthe – A fiery rebel with unyielding loyalty, determined to protect what remains. Synthena – A radiant optimist tethered to hope, refusing to let the world crumble. Obsidion – A clever jokester masking hidden fears, now standing at the edge of something darker. Travis – A stoic protector guarding more than just secrets, carrying burdens unseen. Celestia – A strategist who turns survival into a game, outmaneuvering danger with quick wit. Together, they must navigate the growing horrors of their changed world—facing corrupted creatures, unraveling government conspiracies, and uncovering the true purpose of the cosmic comet. But as transformations spiral out of control and the monstrous threat grows, the group begins to uncover the comet’s deeper meaning—the remnants of a dying civilization, desperately reaching out across the stars. Will the secrets they unearth save their fractured world—or doom them all to a fate far worse than extinction?

For getting rewards, I'm just going to copy paste some chat gpt story. do now read its brain rot. ### Chapter 4: The Test of Teamwork The gymnasium buzzed with the energy of first-year students, all eager and nervous for their first official training session at U.A. High. The high ceilings and polished floors reflected the bright lights overhead as Jun'ichirō Yamamoto stood with his classmates, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his uniform. The students around him murmured, discussing what they expected from the day’s challenges. Some were clearly nervous, while others seemed to be putting on confident fronts. Jun wasn’t exactly nervous, but he couldn’t deny the undercurrent of excitement that thrummed beneath his calm demeanor. After all, this was U.A. High School—the institution that had produced heroes like All Might, Endeavor, and Best Jeanist. But, deep down, Jun knew that if he wanted to survive here, he couldn’t afford to coast on his natural talent. He needed to prove himself, to show that he could be more than just a student with an alien quirk. Aizawa, the class’s homeroom teacher, stood in front of them with his usual disinterested posture, his arms folded across his chest. His disheveled appearance and dark circles beneath his eyes only added to the no-nonsense aura he exuded. His quirk, Erasure, was legendary, and it was said that if he looked at you, your quirk was nullified—an ability that made him one of the most dangerous teachers at U.A. "Listen up," Aizawa's voice cut through the chatter, bringing the room to a sudden hush. "Today is your first real test. No more games. No more showboating. If you want to survive U.A., you’ll need to prove you can work together, use your quirks effectively, and think on your feet. There will be no excuses." Jun's eyes narrowed slightly. It seemed like Aizawa was going to make an example out of them right from the start. Aizawa pulled out a small remote from his pocket and clicked a button. A large screen behind him flickered to life, showing a map of what appeared to be a battlefield. On the screen were various zones, obstacles, and what looked like several large robotic structures. "This is the ‘Rescue and Escape’ exercise," Aizawa continued, his voice steady. "You will be divided into teams. Each team will have to navigate a mock city filled with obstacles and rescue a simulated civilian trapped in a building. However, you’re not just going to be saving civilians. The situation will be chaotic. There will be simulated villains in your way. And there are no rules—only one objective: to work together and succeed." A collective murmur rippled through the students. Jun could sense the rising tension. This wasn't just some obstacle course or simple test of strength. The exercise was designed to simulate the complexities of real-world hero work, where thinking on your feet and working with others could mean the difference between life and death. "You'll each be assigned to a team," Aizawa said, tapping the remote again. "You will have twenty minutes to prepare. After that, we begin." A holographic display appeared in the air, showing the names of the students along with their team assignments. Jun scanned the list. **Team 1:** * Bakugou Katsuki * Midoriya Izuku * Jiro Kyoka * Jun'ichirō Yamamoto Jun raised an eyebrow at the composition of his team. *Bakugou, Midoriya, and Jiro. This should be interesting.* He knew about Bakugou’s explosive personality and Midoriya’s remarkable quirk, but Jiro... she was a bit of an unknown. Still, Jun wasn’t worried. He’d dealt with difficult personalities in his past life, and he was more than capable of handling this. "Let’s get moving," Bakugou growled, his usual scowl already in place. He wasn’t exactly the type to make friends easily. His explosive quirk and hot-headed personality were well-known, but Jun wasn’t about to be intimidated. After all, Bakugou might have raw power, but Jun had his own tricks up his sleeve.

Song Hua, who was abandoned by her parents since childhood and grew up in the countryside, was suddenly taken back to her wealthy family one day. Her father told her: "You and your sister are not people of the same world. Her future is limitless, she is a phoenix soaring for nine heavens. Naturally, she cannot marry a cripple! It's a bargain for you!" Her mother warned: "The Yu family has a large business and a great reputation. Being able to marry into their family in your sister's place is a blessing you've cultivated for eight lifetimes! Don't be ungrateful!" Yu Tingzhi, a famous genius in Jiang City. After a car accident, not only were the legs of the genius Yu Tingzhi disabled and his talent disappeared, but he was also a good-for-nothing who didn't even pass the senior high school entrance exam. One is a little village girl from the countryside; One is a well-known good-for-nothing; Such two people are indeed a perfect match. For a time, everyone was waiting to see the joke of the eldest daughter of the Song family. .. One day, the little village girl and the good-for-nothing in everyone's eyes appeared at a banquet where big shots gathered at the same time. Song Hua expressed: "I'm here to serve dishes as a part-time job." The latter said calmly: "What a coincidence, I'm also here for a part-time job." So, everyone witnessed two big shots serving dishes for an entire evening at the banquet in order to hide their identities. .. On the wedding day, big shots from the capital gathered. Big Shot Number One: "Third Master's wedding, we are here to clear the way for Third Master!" Big Shot Number Two: "Welcome Miss Song back to the capital!" Big Shot Number Three: "......" Big Shot Number Four: "......" Looking at these big shots who could usually only be seen in news columns, the Song family was dumbfounded, and Song Baoyi cried and said she regretted it. [You can expect 3-4 chapter a day ( for now) and more if I am in good mood!]

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Synopsis: Heian Noir, a reclusive artist, is known for creating sensual, otherworldly portraits of women in agony and ecstasy. But his latest muse is not imaginary—Liora, a solitary woman with a tragic past, walks into his life like a prophecy. What begins as a portrait session turns into a ritual of surrender. But Heian isn’t merely painting her body—he's unraveling her soul, breath by breath. Liora, once silent, begins to bloom in pain and pleasure. And Heian, who once claimed no woman could fulfill his desire, finds himself addicted to the way she moans only for him. As their connection deepens, obsession claws at them. Heian wants her devotion—not in words, but in how she aches for his cruelty, craves his control, and smiles even when he breaks her. But Liora isn’t merely submissive—she’s giving him a love so whole, that even in death, she promises to belong to him.

Leonardo starts recalling scenes he's never witnessed, guided by a mysterious voice claiming to be an artist's system. Instead of questioning it, he paints them. As an uninspired artist, these visions feel like a gift. He paints iconic moments—like a man declaring "I am Ironman" or an alien snapping his fingers—and the more people react, the more his skills grow. But when those scenes begin happening in real life and secret organizations come after him, he just smiles and says: "Well, when you have a problem, there's nothing better than painting to relax." --- I only own the MC, I don't own Marvel or its characters. All credits to their respective owners.

This is a Translation First time translating Names might get messed up Follow me on patreon - - patreon.com/Silver757 ------------------------------------- "Blast it! The world! Break it! Reality! The Eye of Death—Open!" The girl dramatically pulled off the blindfold covering her left eye. A dazzling light erupted from her pupil, its brilliance making it impossible to discern its true form. Her expression twisted with excitement, gradually turning manic. She tilted her head back, letting out a wild laugh. "Ahahahaha! Surrender to—" Smack! A sharp hand chop landed on the back of her head. "Wah!" The girl clutched her head, tears welling up in her eyes as she pouted in grievance. Kakashi sighed, rubbing his temple as he glanced at the second girl with exasperation. "Enough with the glowing eye act. Stop messing with people." Beside him, Guy remained frozen, locked in an intense stare, his face still contorted in shock. Slowly, he turned to Kakashi with a dazed expression. "...What?" -------------------------------------