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He woke up… but the first thing he felt was not pain, but difference. Something in his body had changed. Not an illness… and not a dream. And when he raised his head, he realized the problem was not only within him—the world itself was no longer as he knew it. A dense forest where light could not easily enter, distant sounds unlike ordinary animals, and a constant feeling of being watched even when he saw no one. And that was not what worried him most. The real matter was the reaction of the creatures around him… instead of approaching, they retreated. Without a fight. Without any understandable reason. And with another egg appearing beside him, he finds himself forced to make a quick decision: remain in an unknown place he does not understand… or risk moving before he knows what awakened with him in this world. That night, before sleep overtook him, he realized only one truth: He did not arrive here by coincidence. And the forest… had known of his existence before he himself did.

Upon waking up, Jiang Fan became a low-level fisherman in Tonghe County, with a home empty as four walls and a stomach rumbling with hunger. Inside, he has a beautiful wife to support, and outside, he faces oppression from the Dragon King Gang and the Government, beset by internal troubles and external woes, nearly at the end of his rope. Fortunately, he awakens his Life Chart with the Great Blessings Equal to Heaven attribute: surviving great ordeals will certainly bring future happiness. As long as he gets through the tribulations, he will surely gain opportunities, with Destiny upon him. …… Millions and millions of years later, Jiang Fan looks at the pieces of Immortal Family's supreme treasures in his home, along with the Sect's Fairies, the Dynasty's Goddesses, unparalleled demon queens, and peerless fox girls about to break into a fight, he wants to cry without tears. Heavens, please don't send more, really don't send more, at this rate, the house is about to catch fire, truly can't withstand any more.

When Lucas Reed opens his eyes as an infant, he realizes that he has transmigrated into another world. Before long, he discovers something even more astonishing—he possesses an extraordinarily powerful Saiyan bloodline. As he grows, Lucas gradually comes to understand the nature of this world. It is a universe where figures such as Captain America exist, where Stark Industries dominates the technological frontier—a world that looks unmistakably like a Marvel reality. Just as he begins to accept this, a shocking revelation appears on television: news about Wayne Enterprises. At that moment, even Lucas Reed—a Saiyan by blood—cannot help but feel uneasy. Marvel… and DC? However, when soldiers come, he will meet them head-on; when floods arrive, he will block them with strength. Lucas decides that no matter how chaotic or dangerous this hybrid world may be, he will rely on his fists alone to make it understand one thing: The might of a Saiyan is not to be challenged. Author’s Note: This story is set in a newly constructed metaverse, separate from both the movie and comic continuities. Please read with this in mind.

Some say he is the bad apple in a basket, that he's rotting everything around him with disgrace and corruption. Some say he is the biggest scum of the southern continent of Jambu, that he's colluding with the dark sects to cheat, steal, and commit all manner of atrocities. Some say he is the most wanted playboy. "Lock your daughters at home to keep Fang Xing away!" To all of those people, "That's right, I am that big rotten apple. Any problem with that?" --on indefinite hiatus with the current PtH team. Last chapter: 425 on Dec 31, 2018.

"Special Admission, Rank 1." That was the title on the golden invitation I threw into the trash three months ago. Back then, I was the Crime Lord of Oakhaven. I had money, territory, and an ego that touched the sky. Why would a King lower himself to attend a school? I was arrogant. I was foolish. And I paid the price. It took less than an hour for a single knight to turn my criminal empire into a graveyard. He didn't just defeat me; he ignored me. I was an ant beneath the boot of a god. Broken and desperate, I used my last asset: a golden letter granting me entry to Zenith Imperial Academy as "Special Admission Rank 1." It’s a lie. I’m not a prodigy. I’m a fraud with no foundation, surrounded by the strongest heirs in the Empire who want to see me bleed. I can’t cast their spells. I can’t hold their weapons. But I can steal their lives. My Authority is [Usurper]. While they study theory, I steal reflexes. While they practice honor, I copy trauma. I am not here to learn. I am here to hunt. My targets are the "Four Calamities"—four women who hold powers strong enough to rewrite reality. They think I’m their peer. They don’t know I’m the parasite waiting to hollow them out. I’m going to make them mine. Discord: https://discord.gg/FK9GfrSjtb

Chu Yuan awakens in a simple, dilapidated thatched hut with a dying campfire. Mist, storms, eternal nights, extreme cold, extreme heat, all kinds of extreme weather cataclysms—tiny humanity must survive in this harsh environment. Monsters, savage beasts, anomalies, weird occurrences, the murmurs of Unspeakable Entities—all sorts of mysteries filled with danger and despair. Professions, magic, talents, equipment, items—these are what humans can rely on to counteract this world’s perils and survive in the cracks. Longevity, immortality, ruins, secret realms, sacred artifacts, divine weapons, world-shattering power—these are the opportunities of this world. Having awakened the ability [Enhancement], Chu Yuan does his utmost to survive in this world of danger and opportunity. Chu Yuan: “Still too weak... ENHANCE for me again! ENHANCE!! ENHANCE!!!”

Uchiha Arata has spent three years traveling the Naruto world, waiting for his Sharingan upgrade system. With it, he can copy, master, and evolve any technique.....pushing him toward god-level power. His eyes are set on legendary figures like Mikoto Uchiha and Tsunade, aiming to learn their secrets and claim every skill the ninja world holds. From Tsukuyomi to Susanoo, Amaterasu to Kamui, no power is beyond him. Arata will stop at nothing to become the ultimate ninja god.....and take everything he desires. .............. Although this is a translated fanfiction, I sincerely encourage you to read at least the first 50 chapters. You’ll discover that I’ve added many original elements to the story especially in the smut (R18) chapters. This isn't just a simple translation; I’ve put a great deal of effort into rewriting and enhancing the narrative to make it truly unique.

What makes the God of Death cruel? No one truly knows— not even him. Fortunately, this God left a bible... a bible that can only start in the middle. Why don't we take a peek? ... There are three Gods hidden amongst the livings; One built the world in greed; One buried the world in sorrow; One ties the world in illusion. If left alone in their whimsical rebellion, the world will soon perish, unable to withstand their presence, and so they must be driven away. Left with no choice, the Heavens seek the help of the God of Death; an entity who may just do more damage than the three Gods could ever do combined. ____ @uwyxkai @tsar Updates Daily TW: Gore

If you have talent, you will be called a genius or even a prodigy... But how about hard work? He was never talented. No gift, no destiny, no sect that wanted him. Only a sword, a stubborn will, and years of bleeding in silence while others soared past him with ease. They mocked him. They looked down on him. They called him talentless trash not worth the ground he stood on. He destroyed a sect anyway. In his final moments, surrounded by enemies, stabbed from the front and the back, betrayed by someone he trusted — He did not beg. He did not surrender. He laughed, raised his blade one last time, and carved his name into history with a single slash that split both a man and a mountain in half. They would remember him as the Mad Demon Blade. But history is written by the living, and the righteous never forgave what he had done. Now reborn in a small forgotten village with nothing but the memories of a life spent being stepped on, He opens his eyes to a second chance. Not for revenge. Not for glory. Not to prove anything to the world. But because he simply refuses to kneel again. In a world where talent determines your worth, your future, and even your right to be respected — one stubborn, bloodied, ordinary man will walk a path paved by nothing but sheer will and the endless repetition of a single swing. Because the blade does not care about your bloodline. It does not care about your destiny. It only cares about one thing. How many times you swung it.

Some people are destined to meet, even if one is in Heaven and the other in Hell. Rose Prison, the number one prison in the real world! Here are detained the world's top criminals, business elites, political giants, super hackers, and even nuclear weapons experts. What happens when such a group enters the Virtual World? Heroes' Prison, the number one prison in the Virtual World! Here are held the most legendary heroes and Magical Beasts, the Harbinger of Doomsday, the Remote Ancient Demon Emperor, the Troll Chieftain, bounty hunters, and even the mighty—Gods! How powerful would one be, carrying such a prison with them? In fact, the world itself is a prison, and to attain true freedom, one must change the world!

"I warned you. I will not warn you again." In the fractured world of Laurasia, where the Demon Legion has turned the north into a sepulchre of ash, the Stormcloud Citadel stands as humanity’s final, floating bastion of ancient Mageia. Seraph was the Citadel's ghost—a "groundling" orphan and a weak Acomage bullied to the brink of death. But in the silence of the infirmary, a miracle occurred: two souls from distant dimensions merged, forging the mind of a Cunning Fox within the shell of an innocent youth. Now, the boy who once fled in terror has returned with Heterochromatic eyes—one gold, one azure—and a knowledge of the Macrocosmic that defies all logic. Armed with Deep Azure Potions and a weathered staff, Seraph no longer seeks the sanctuary of books. He has begun to rewrite the laws of power. From the ashes of a burning forest to the gold-heavy pouches of his fallen bullies, he is no longer a victim. He is the Storm itself. As his enemies vanish into the mist and night terrors haunt the halls of Sanctus, a new Sovereign is rising. The butterfly has woken from its dream. And it has brought the end.

If one looked into a mirror, they'd find their reflection staring right back at them. But that wasn't the case for Damon. He woke up one night, only to find another face staring back at him. But that wasn't the worst case. The worst case was finding out you got transmigrated in a trashy third rate novel. Oh, and not to mention, the even trashier body he got transmigrated into. And a reminder, the world was doomed for destruction come a few years. What could possibly go wrong? Right?! ====== "It's like I was the one actually living it. I felt like I was Damon myself." "But that's not possible." "I am not Damon, I am...." "Wait... who am I?" –Damon.

With only one hour left before the world ends, what can a person who has spent his entire life locked inside a small room possibly do? Fight. Not against fate—but against the only thing that ever trapped him there. Something that cannot be seen nor reasoned with. Only endured. And yet, even at the end of the world, nothing changes. Most people rush outside, chasing their final moments. But he, he doesn't. He stays. Alone. The story should have ended here. Instead, he finds himself at an empty cafe. Well… almost empty. Behind the counter, a barista polishes glasses as if the world isn’t about to disappear in forty minutes.

One act of heroism cost Aden his life. One stroke of fate gave him another. Aden has transmigrated into the body of Daren Redwyn, the most despised noble in the Kingdom. Exiled, weak, and wakes in a monster-infested jungle, he should have died a second time. Instead, he awakened the forbidden. The world expects a disgraced heir. What they’ll get is a god-tier disaster.

Irrelevant. Rank F. Miserable body. Almost no mana. He should have died. He survived out of stubbornness — and spite. In a world where no one is born strong and everyone rises through their own efforts, he was left behind. He wants to live. He wants to rise. He wants to be recognized. But above all, he wants to prove — even if only to himself — that he can do it too.

Eight people are chosen. They come from different lives and different worlds, bound together by one shared truth: they have already lost everything that mattered to them. They are called pieces. One is a military commander, once the head of a kingdom’s army, now arrested and locked inside the same prison he once guarded. Others carry their own sins, regrets, and irreversible choices. They belong to a world called Nirvana, a place where modern technology exists alongside magic, kings, kingdoms, and hidden horrors. Every piece is tied to the fate of this world, whether they realize it or not. Drawn together by forces beyond their control, the eight are pulled into a larger game where survival, choice, and consequence matter more than morality. They are not heroes. They are not saviors. They are simply pieces that have already fallen. ------- Author’s Note English is not my first language, so I use AI tools for sentence structuring and proofreading. The story, characters, and direction are entirely my own. Thank you for reading, and feel free to share your thoughts in the comments. My patreon - https://patreon.com/Confused_writer

I was reborn in the world of Naruto during the Third Ninja World War... without any special abilities, without a system, and with only a little chakra. Unable to enter the Ninja Academy, I lived a simple life, managing my mother's heritage restaurant and forging weapons like my father. Losing them on a ninja mission made me take a different path. With little chakra, I chose to become a swordmaster. With strong determination, I fought to survive and become the strongest swordmaster in the ninja world! Posting Schedule: Monday. Wednesday. Friday. [Note: 45+ latest chapters have been added! For Just 3$ You Get Access To Chapters Way Ahead, Now you can access the chapters before Webnovel And Scribblehub by following, Just become a patron on Patreon: Patreon.com/Alex_Fabianoki] Note: I have given up on the foolish people who keep asking, even though I have explained repeatedly. 1. Aoki's body is special, don't ask again. 2. I use the theory that if one has a little Chakra and uses a little Natural Energy, it might be possible to use a limited Sage Mode; this is a theory, A DAMN THEORY! 3. The "Little Chakra" disease is just an addition to the storyline, BECAUSE MASASHI KISHIMOTO never discussed the bodies of Guy, Duy, and Lee! So I think Aoki has a slight resemblance to them. 4. Why is there such a strange disease? Because it’s not even in the story? That’s BECAUSE MASASHI KISHIMOTO never discusses anything in detail; Medical Ninjutsu is never explained in DETAIL! Even Fuinjutsu is never explained in DETAIL! 5. So don’t ask again and give bad reviews if you haven’t read to the end, just wait, damn it! I will explain it in the upcoming chapter.

It is an Avatar: The Last Airbender fanfics and will not expand into Legend of Korra. My OMC is born in Southern Water Tribe as a Waterbender and will go on to become the strongest Waterbender and the first Water Emperor of the world. If I tell anything else than it will be spoiler so enjoy my novel Warning: #Smut, #R18, #Yuri, #Domination, #Bondage, #Torture, #Gore, #Threesome, #Foursome, #Fivesome

Immortal he was. lived for half a century. Studyied powerful magic and combat techniques. grew in size and in power. He had to choose one goal — To Unite the world or deatroy it. Utterly abandoned by the twelve gods while he served for years, never received anything. he turned his back away. creating his own magic. Dark magic mixed with blessings. He made Sentient Chimera’s mixed with the twelve gods blessings and from dead human souls. The world was against him and so was his friends. He didn’t care. or did he? His best friend Caspio. who was only in his twenties. Had to kill him during war. All that power. All those years of training. Turned to waste. Maybe if He was better. He had Devoured every powerful being and species and Blessed knights, but it wasn’t enough. Maybe if given one more chance. He’d care more and not focus on his mistakes. Maybe if he could be a friend others could truely trust without a doubt. Be the father he always wanted to be.

Three years ago, Severin transmigrated to the continent of Teyvat. Hunted down by the Heavenly Principles, he was saved at the last moment by the Cryo Archon, the Tsaritsa. Three years later, with Severin’s support, Snezhnaya rises to become the strongest of the Seven Nations in overall power. In recognition of his achievements, he is formally bestowed the title of Prince of Snezhnaya, standing above the Eleven Fatui Harbingers. “Sorry for making you bear the sorrow of the entire world along with me.” “If you can endure my bitter cold, then there must be a blazing desire burning in your hearts.” “Then… burn down the old world for me.” The Tsaritsa: From today onward, you are the Prince of Snezhnaya. Severin: So this is you pushing me to become a full-fledged villain?