transmigration

My only path out of this dystopian hell was to Awaken as a super-powered Solar. I failed. Publicly humiliated and with my future in ruins, a new power ignited within me: The Creator System. My memories of a lost world called Earth—its addictive games, its soul-stirring music, its epic stories—are now my greatest weapon. While the Accord demands obedience, I will give the galaxy a cultural revolution. Every viral hit I create generates Resonance, fueling my secret Gacha and letting me pull real-world skills, gear, and powers straight from the media I remake. They thought I was a powerless failure. They have no idea I'm about to become the most powerful media tycoon in the galaxy, one Gacha pull at a time.

[Navy] [Recruiting Geniuses] [Luffy, Ace, Sabo, the Navy Brothers] [Pure One Piece Power System] Kyle transmigrates to the pirate world and becomes the grandson of Fleet Admiral Sengoku. It's the year 1510 of the Sea Calendar, a time when countless great pirates are rising to prominence. Six-year-old Kyle only wanted to laze around and live a carefree life, but upon meeting Luffy, he awakens a genius recruitment system. By recruiting geniuses, he can obtain system rewards and continuously grow stronger!! [Recruiting Luffy rewards include Physique Enhancement Pills, the Supreme Grade Sword Twelve, Purple Lightning, Conqueror's Haki, and the Logia-type Rumble-Rumble Fruit...]

Traveling to a world where ghost stories and abnormal creatures are rampant, Serie not only becomes a beautiful, fragile, and sickly girl like a porcelain doll, but is also taken in by the salvation organization as an S-level abnormal creature and imprisoned in a steel fortress in the deep sea. But Serie didn't care, because she found that as long as she closed her eyes, those witches condensed by fear, desire and power would open their demon eyes on the other side of the world. They were walking taboos and also puppets dancing on Serie's fingertips. Each witch has a completely different form and ability. Complete tasks, light up the skill tree, and continuously upgrade and evolve. Beautiful and powerful S-class witches appeared one after another like mushrooms after rain—— "The Witch of Pleasure plunges New York into a lewd abyss?" "The Dread Devourer ate the Golden Gate Bridge clean?" "The Slaughter Witch rules the battlefield, weaving nightmares for her enemies with threads of blood?" "The ruling witch made the organization's top executives betray her and become her loyal servants?" Alarms on the radio sounded one after another, and the employees were talking about Serie's trumpet, some with fear, some with admiration, and some with vigilance, but they would never know that the culprit of all this was that useless and cute girl who was tied with chains and restraints and did nothing every day except act coquettishly and wait for food. Serie said nothing, just buried her face in the pillow and continued to play the simulation game: "Let's open a new account... I want to try a different evolution path this time."

Chen Xi looked at the soldier who had just thrown a boulder weighing several hundred pounds and silently gazed up at the sky. Is this really the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty? Lü Bu single-handedly breaking through an army of ten thousand, how does that even make sense? Zhao Zilong truly seemed possessed by the dragon's spirit, cutting a mountain in half with a single sword strike—can he really be human? Dian Wei, single-handedly protecting Cao Cao and killing thousands of infantry and cavalry as they broke out of the enemy camp—this combat power is off the charts! Something seems off here. Chen Xi casually grabbed a goose feather fan, waved it, and as a strong wind rose, he sighed deeply. ____________________ You can read advance chapters of this novel and other novels in my patreon patreon.com/NO_NAME1412

He was in his early twenties when the world decided to end for him. A computing prodigy, educated at MIT, someone who understood systems, patterns, and limits better than most. In his previous life, power didn’t come from fists, but from the mind — lines of code capable of shaping digital realities. Then he died. And was born again. Reincarnated into the DC Universe as a helpless baby, he grew up in a world where gods walk among humans, where vigilantes defy the impossible, and where power is rarely fair — or free. While others trusted destiny, chance, or inherited gifts, he trusted only one thing: process. Memory intact. Intellect intact. Ambition intact. From an early age, he understood a simple and cruel truth: in that world, those who do not grow are crushed. And so, far from the spotlight of the League, he began to build something forbidden — his own Artificial Intelligence, created not to save the world, but to optimize it. To make him stronger. More efficient. More prepared to survive among monsters, aliens, and symbols. While heroes were born from tragedy, he forged himself in silence. While villains sought external power, he engineered it from within. This is not the story of a chosen one. It is the story of someone who decided to become inevitable. Between code and chaos, science and superhumans, begins the rise of a man who does not believe in miracles — only in evolution. This story was inspired by a fanfiction I read years ago — a work I deeply admire and still reread to this day. Unfortunately, that story was never continued. This project is not a continuation, rewrite, or replacement of that original work. It is an independent story, created with its own plot, characters, and direction, merely inspired by the ideas and feelings that the original story left with me. Out of respect, I want to properly credit the source of my inspiration below: Original Story Title: Pyroclasm (Young Justice SI) Original Author: Fulcon Original Story Link: https://forums.spacebattles.com/threads/pyroclasm-young-justice-si.664558/ If you enjoyed this story, I highly recommend checking out the original work and supporting its author. Reader Notice If you like the story but don’t like harem: fuck off. This story has harem. If you like the story but don’t like gore: fuck off too. This story has gore. The tags are there. If you don’t like it, read the tags and don’t read the story. Simple as that. I’m not changing the story to please everyone. It was written this way from the start. If you want to read early chapters, they will be available on my Patreon. I’m not promising 10 or 20 chapters ahead — maybe just a few, maybe more later — but there will be early content there. I’m taking my time with this story because I want it to be good, not rushed. That takes time, revision, and proper development. If this kind of story is for you, welcome. If not, just move on. Simple. Criticism and comments are always welcome. Thank you, and enjoy your reading! If you'd like to support me and, as a bonus, read some chapters in advance, just become a member of my Patreon: https:/./www.patreon.com/cw/pararaio. Want to read the next chapters before everyone else? Now you can follow advanced chapters for free on my official website! In addition to accessing new content first-hand, you'll also find my other stories and future projects. Access here: [https://parallelworldverse.com/]

In the shadow of the green lantern, Karl tapped Voldemort's diary with a hook stained with evil despair. "Poor lonely ghost, you are mine, come out and play, how are we going to carry out this pleasant torture?" On the day when the owl delivered the Hogwarts admission letter, Karl was excited, but also glad that he did not choose "Harry Potter" when he copied books to make money. He was just one step away from biting into the special melon of Avada. After Professor McGonagall arrived, Carl discovered his talent (external plug-in): "Detect Minerva McGonagall, Animagus Transformation... Match Nidalee, Vastaya Xayah Transformation..." It is understandable that they can transform into a cat, but why did Professor Snape match Viego? "Forever lost my love! Defeat with a single glance!

Blanca Frostine transmigrated into the very beast-world novel she’d been reading. Great. Fantastic. Even better? This world had a massive problem. In this empire, beastmen suffered from a condition called Hysteria. When their emotions spiked, they lost control and turned into rampaging monsters. When their emotions dipped too low, they reverted into small, helpless beast cubs. Therapy existed, technically, in the form of rare energy stones—but there was a catch. The stones only worked if they were hand-carved into the exact animal form of the beastman. The more realistic the sculpture, the stronger the calming effect. The more lifelike the carving, the more times it could be reused. Which was where Blanca’s luck kicked in. In her previous life, she’d been a legendary sculptor—wealthy, talented, and famously difficult to deal with. Her works were so vivid they felt like they were breathing. People waited months just to beg for a commission, and because she had zero patience for nonsense, the art world had crowned her with a fitting title: The Sculptress. So when Blanca realized she could carve energy stones better than anyone in this world, romance was not her first concern. Powerful beast husbands? Fated mates? Tragic, handsome generals with emotional damage? She waved all of it away. “I’ll date later,” she decided calmly. “After I get rich.” And so, instead of a love story, she opened a shop. A small, suspiciously low-effort store suddenly appeared on the Regional Network, selling palm-sized sculptures carved with terrifying realism. Just looking at the screen was enough to calm raging emotions. The empire lost its mind overnight. Orders flooded in. Nobles panicked. The military took notes. Unfortunately, the shop owner was… Lazy, sharp-tongued, and deeply uninterested in customer satisfaction. “No rush orders.” “No refunds.” “Stop messaging me at 3 a.m.” “And stop flirting in the reviews.” Still, her sculptures sold out within seconds. What Blanca didn’t expect was the growing number of powerful beastmen who began appearing in her life—each claiming they just needed emotional treatment, each lingering a little too long, each staring at her hands like they were something far more dangerous than weapons. After all, in an empire full of beasts who lost control when their emotions ran wild, Blanca Frostine was the only one who could calm them with a touch. And while she kept insisting she wasn’t interested in love— Love, unfortunately, seemed very interested in her. “Screw finding a husband,” Blanca thought, carving another masterpiece. “…Why do they keep lining up anyway?”

MC wakes up in the Star Wars universe, and must navigate the events of the galaxy, so he doesn't end up dead or worse. But the story he knew about a galaxy far far way was much more different now that lived in it. If you want to support this or my other series here is my Patreon, otherwise power stones and positive comments are always loved. https://patreon.com/Dawnstarxiii?utm_medium=unknown&utm_source=join_link&utm_campaign=creatorshare_creator&utm_content=copyLink

William, a football fan, dies with only one regret, he never touched the pitch as a pro. But fate gives him a second chance. Reborn into the body of Julien De Rocca, a once-in-a-generation talent who squandered his future and was cast out of Chelsea in disgrace, William awakens not in glory but in prison. Back on the island of Corcisa, where it all began, he inherits more than just a body and name. He inherits a legacy of failure, and an island forgotten by the footballing world. Carrying the fire of his past life and the talent of a prodigy, De Rocca begins a new journey not just to save his career, but to conquer everything he once dreamed of. From dust to glory, from scandal to stardom, he rises through rebellion, brilliance, and sheer will. This is a story of passion, rebellion, and destiny, this is a tale about rising from the lowest to challenge everything, and how one man can rewrite history—with a football. ------------------------------------------------- Check out my p@treon where you can read more chapters: [email protected]/LorianFiction Thanks for your support.

My name is Elysia, but I'm not her. I am the Herrscher of Corruption, but I am not the original her. I am the Herrscher of Corruption - Elysia Although I don’t know why I came to this world, I still want to avoid more tragedies. I am not that beautiful girl, I am just a fake. I am not that innocent and kind girl. I have my own selfish desires. I just want all of you who I love to live a good life. **###*# , I hope that this world created by you will become a better place.

After falling into the depths of the sea, Davy Jones from Pirates of the Caribbean awakens in the world of One Piece, reborn in the East Blue aboard a mysterious black ship — the Terror Ghost. With him comes a terrifying new power: the ability to harvest fear itself, using it to strengthen both himself and his ghostly vessel. "Some of you dream of becoming Warlords of the Sea. Others aim to rise as Emperors. And a few even dare to chase the title of Pirate King... But why do you all still tremble before the sea?" "Is it because you're Devil Fruit users? No... Oh no, my naïve little pirates. We fear the sea because of Davy Jones. He waits for us in the unseen depths, biding his time until we swim right into his grasp..." ‎PS: Access the complete chapters/series at ‎https://www.patreon.com/c/NanamiTL ‎ ‎ ‎

They say the reflection in the mirror is your opposite. But… Does it really have to be this opposite?! After transmigrating into Douluo Dalu 2, Jiang Shengyu awakens a martial soul called Mirror Flower, Water Moon, which allows him to imprint other martial souls and use their soul skills. But then—he splits. Literally. When Jiang Shengyu wakes up, he discovers he's become two people, yet still shares a single consciousness! Two halves: one male, one female—sharing the same soul, the same senses. From that day on, Mingde Hall gains an unofficial researcher, and Shrek Academy welcomes an unconventional soul master. The two halves set out on different paths, and the world of Douluo begins to shift under the weight of Jiang Shengyu’s existence. He is both the Saint who leads the Sun-Moon Empire to unite the continent, and the God of Destiny who shatters the chains of the divine! PS: Access the complete chapters/series at ‎https://www.patreon.com/c/NanamiTL ‎ ‎ ‎

[If you are looking for a slow romance, you can give it a check if not, you'll be disappointed] Aera, a young 28-year-old was about to make her dream debut by opening her own floral shop that could be shipped in and around. Nevertheless, things didn't go as she planned. One would say that transmigrating to a book sound like a fantasy, however to Aera, it became a nightmare when she woke up in an unknown world even when she hasn't died yet. With an unexpected turnout, her life was hanging by a thin thread. Aera was presented with an option-either she goes back to her world with her memory erased or enter the other world, and comes back with the memory intact to have her revenge. Never did she expect of choosing the worst villain of all. A character in a book where she killed the Empress and her unborn child. Worst, the male lead was reborn time after time with his memory intact. His grudge still hung on torturing the villainess. Even more worst, the ML was a split image of her long-time crush. ----- "Do you hate me that much?" As soon as the question was raised, a table lamp flew past through the said person, smashing against the wall behind him. "More than enough to kill you right now." The female figure responded with nothing but hatred and disgust in her tone. Her jewel eyes that glow under the dark never left her gaze on the other male person who was sitting on her opposite. ----- The male lead wasn't the only one Aera had to put a guard on but even other characters when one after the other began to make an appearance. The more the flow gets out of the plot the more twisted it gets. Her only goal was to survive so she could go back home.  P.S:- English is not my first language and I am weak in grammar. I'll be happy to receive either a critics or feedback or comments...^-^ Please do give it a read till chapter 3 or above to get the clear picture.

"From now on, I am the Admiral! This is the territory where she will start her harem kingdom, and I will be the happiest man in this world." Yes, a man. Illustrious was a shut-in otaku in her past life; she never expected to transmigrate into this world as a Ship Girl after death. Thinking about it, sixteen years have passed already. Time truly flies like an arrow, and the days pass like a weaver's shuttle. Illustrious couldn't help but sigh like an old man. Speaking of which, it seemed that Ship Girls didn't age; her appearance had remained the same for sixteen years, with those two large lumps of fat still hanging off her chest. Additional Tags: Harem, Military, Territory Management and Genderbend

Laurel Wayne died a tragic death during the apocalypse. She was betrayed by her husband, framed by her sister, and thrown to the monsters by the very people she once trusted. But fate gives her a second chance. She wakes up weeks before the world falls apart. This time, she’s determined to change everything. However, things are different now, there’s a cold and ancient voice in her head. It belongs to Ling Xuan, a ruthless warrior from the 1700s who was also reborn inside her. Bound together by a mysterious Soul Sync System, Laurel and Ling Xuan must learn to share one body and survive the end of the world. With her grandfather’s Yin-Yang necklace as the key, Laurel unlocks strength she never had in her past life. While she wants justice and a fresh start, Ling Xuan wants power and dominance. As chaos spreads, secrets unravel and enemies rise. Laurel is no longer the soft-hearted girl they once betrayed. She’s rising from the ashes, stronger, smarter, and far from alone. This time, she will survive. No matter the cost.

Transmigrated into a sword!? By killing, he gains Evolution Points, starting from a broken sword and evolving into a legendary epic demonic sword! ____________________ You can read advance chapters of this novel and other novels in my patreon patreon.com/NO_NAME1412

She was an orphan who had been brought back to her family after being switched by someone when she was born. The family was not so welcoming to her since they preferred the daughter that they had been taking care of since baby. Father: "Behave and follow your sister's lead." Mother: "I'm embarrassed to acknowledge you. Don't do anything bad." Sister: "Sister, welcome. Thank you for coming back. So, I would not have to marry the crazy man." Yeah, they brought her back so that she could replace the fake daughter to get married to a crazy young master from a powerful family. They could not break the engagement, afraid, it would affect their family business. However, the rumour seemed wrong. Qiao Mei Xia: "I thought you were crazy." The crazy young master: "I am crazy. Crazy about you." Let's follow Qiao Mei Xia with amazing face-slapping and her sweet romance. ..........

Opening her eyes, she becomes the eldest daughter of the Great General of Liuyin Kingdom. She is the modern girl that transmigrated into a world that only respects the strong. Bullied by her cousins... Broken engagement... She did not care about all of that. Her motto is inspired by one of her favourite anime, Hyouka: "If I don't have to do it, I won't. If I have to do it, I'll make it quick." "You already come into this Lord's hug. Don't you dare to run?" A Lord threatens her. "Do you think I'm scared of you? You can keep dreaming." She spoke back. She just wants to have a peaceful life, however, can she has it? Author Note: - The cover image for this novel credit goes to its creator. I just only edit it -Please check my other novel as well: Reborn: Space Intelligent Woman

"What bloodline did you say you have again? A red dragon?" "Yes, the Red Dragon." The wizard jabbed a trembling finger at the ancient crest embroidered on Ethan's robes—a colossal, seven-headed serpent wreathed in flames, crowned with horns and dripping venom. "You call that a red dragon?" Ethan tilted his head with perfect innocence. "Of course. Red dragon, red dragon—looks exactly right to me." The man's face turned the color of old parchment. "Don't play dumb, boy! We wizards read the Bible too! That's no dragon—that's the bloody incarnation of Satan himself!" Ethan Jones blinked, utterly unfazed. "Satan? Really? Huh. Well... is it at least a cool-looking dragon? Red enough for you?" ======================================= Gain access to 30 new chapters ahead at: patreon.com/redofic it will not show in google search , so directly type/paste link