THE SPIRITUAL GOD'S: THE COSMIC BEINGS

[This is a lighthearted story; the protagonist has no morals or limits.] Having transmigrated to the Harry Potter world, Charlie White is bound to the [Tyrant System]. By engaging in tyrannical behavior, you can earn Tyrannical Points and draw prizes infinitely! While Hermione was studying her textbooks in the library. [Ding! His Majesty's sleeping posture in class is practically a reincarnation of Hu Hai, perfectly embodying the behavior of a tyrannical ruler who "neglects state affairs"! Reward: Tyrannical Ruler Points +100!] While Harry and Ron were training hard for Quidditch. [Ding! His Majesty has been extravagant, purchasing all the desserts in Diagon Alley, in line with the behavior of a "tyrannical and hedonistic" ruler! Reward: Tyrant Points +500!] Charlie casually did a ten-pull! [Congratulations, Your Majesty, on obtaining: Animagus (Selectable Form)! +1 Free Talent Point, +1000 Proficiency in Fiendfire...] Dumbledore: "Mr. White is the most gifted student I've ever seen, but unfortunately he just doesn't like to study..." Voldemort: "Why? He learned the dark magic I painstakingly studied just by yawning?!" Charlie lay on the sofa and sighed helplessly, "I don't want to either, but the system is giving me too much!" --------------------------- Join my Patreon now to get instant access to the next chapters!

When a devoted fan of A Song of Ice and Fire opened his eyes, he found himself standing in Westeros. Not as a king. Not as a lord. He became Suleiman, a nameless minor knight under the impoverished Daddings family, living by the muddy lower reaches of the Green Fork in the Riverlands. No gold. No soldiers. No influence. The family ruled over barely fifty peasants and held a status so low they were nothing more than silent figures in the corners of noble banquets. Before him stood the crushing weight of eight thousand years of aristocratic hierarchy. Yet in a land torn by war and shifting tides, this outsider from another world began his climb. From the mockery of “Sir Stinky Castle” on the edge of a swamp… to the throne of the Trident itself. In Westeros, even the smallest pawn can become a king. --------------------------- Join my Patreon now to get instant access to the next chapters!

Behind the city's glamour lies an underground world where world defines existence and winning is the only way to live. When an anonymous racer humiliates the most feared team and disappears, the underground erupts. Screens go black. System fails and one name remains-- QUEENS Four women enters the game -- unseen,unstoppable,and untouchable to uncover the mysteries.But as rival teams collide and dangerous alliances form, attraction sparks where hatred should exist, and trust becomes most dangerous gamble of all. A world where identities are hidden and emotions are weapons. love could be the deadliest risk.

A modern man found himself in the middle of a desert, only to discover that he had been transmigrated into the world of shinobi. Where? Sunagakure—the weakest of the Five Great Villages. But with the knowledge of the modern world and the power of science, he will rise and lift Sunagakure from its ashes. _____________________ If you want to support me and read advanced chapters, you can join me on: patreon.com/Rai_jin Your support will be greatly appreciated! _____________________ THIS IS A TRANSLATION! Raw: 火影：村子濒临破产 Author: 深夜农夫 _____________________ Daily Updates!!! Bonus chapters each +100 in our PS Goals. The cover isn't mine! If the creator wants me to remove it, then I'll do so.

A ordinary teenager who gets his village destroyed by some monsters so he train for 3 years but awakening he got the weakest class known to mankind A tamer.

Note: The Cover Page isn't mine, so if you're the owner, message me directly if you want it taken down. What if an ordinary person reincarnated into Eminence in Shadow with a crazy plan? Updates: 2-3 chapters/week AN: This is an Au, Yes there will be something like an Adventurer's Guild or other unknown Secret Organizations in this Fic. Why? because why would I make a fic if that's all there is to it? what I want to make is something 'unique'.

Distant green mountains, a secluded village, and an ordinary youth whose only goal was survival. Yet, a mundane mortal life transforms into the arduous path of cultivation. In such a place, who is genuine and who is a facade? Who will be the one to finally find themselves as an eternal companion of the bright moon? The world of cultivation begins from this moment Support my Patreon (ekkothedemon), which is ahead and has free chapters. (Chapters upto 1600 on patreon. scheduled upto chapter 800 here , which will be sometime in June to get to Chapter 800)

Su Bai has a 99% win rate. Nobody asks about the 1%. Not anymore. The last person who asked is currently serving four years for contempt, fraud, and a third charge that Su Bai invented on the spot and somehow made stick. He transmigrates into a parallel world on a Wednesday. By Friday he has won two cases. By the following Monday, his opposing counsel from the first case has been disbarred, his opposing counsel from the second case is under investigation, and the judge from both cases is in a holding cell thinking very hard about his life choices. Su Bai did not plan any of this. It simply kept being the logical next step. ~~~ "I strongly advise you to restrain yourself." Su Bai looks up from his notes. "From what, specifically?" The judge opens his mouth. Closes it. Opens it again — the universal expression of a man realizing, too late, that he has made a terrible mistake. That judge is in prison now. ~~~ There is an unspoken rule, passed between lawyers the way people pass warnings about bad weather — quietly, seriously, with the tone of someone who learned the hard way: If Su Bai is opposing counsel, settle. If you can't settle, flee. If you can't flee, at least update your will. Schedule: Saturday, Sunday

Too fat? Lose it. Bad haircut? Replace it. Can't dress? Figure it out. No stamina? Breathe more. Skin's a mess? Wash it. No discipline? Borrow some. No plan? Make one. No money? Earn it. No skills? Acquire them. System: You change. I pay. Later— I looked back. Everything was different. Nothing felt surprising. They called it "male god." I called it… expected.