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Danmachi - Is It Wrong to Wake Up as Myself in Orario?

Is It Wrong to Wake Up as Myself in Orario? A DanMachi fanfic DON'T READ IT IF YOU EXPECT HEAREM AND FUCKUNG SCENES ONLY. I was supposed to land in Japan. Economy seat. Window side. Educational trip on paper—maid cafés in my head. I’d even joked that if the DanMachi world were real, the Hostess of Fertility would put any café to shame. Mama Mia energy. No contest. Then the sky screamed. Metal buckled. Alarms howled. A flash—too bright, too wrong. Truck-kun? In the air? I laughed once, stupidly, and then— Ding. That should’ve been the end. I woke up on cold stone. No hospital. No wreckage. Just towering walls, morning light spilling down narrow streets, and a city breathing around me—vendors shouting, boots on cobblestone, the distant clang of bells. Orario. Not reincarnated. Not reborn. Me. Same thoughts. Same memories. Same hunger. A silver bell rang nearby. I turned—and there he was. Bell Cranel passed me at a run, white hair flashing, eyes bright with a courage that made my chest ache. The world moved around him, like it wanted him to succeed. An orphan on a scholarship back home. An extra here. Or so I thought. That night, a falna burned into my back like destiny deciding it had waited long enough. Strength answered when I reached. Luck followed when I moved. Floors fell. Monsters did not. Weeks later, whispers followed me through the streets of Orario. A nobody who climbed too fast. An outsider who survived too much. Bell ran ahead, chasing his dream. I followed— not to replace him, not to steal his encounters— but to live them. And if fate had dragged me here, then this time, I would answer it on my feet.
pinkD3VIL · 341.4k Views

Made of Scraps

In a world, once eutopian, governed by the law of natural selection, every aspect of the biotic strives for their survival to sprout through the ever changing eras. Man, a species much familiar with the dangers of the unforeseen, would learn to court astuteness and shrewdness to anticipate, or perhaps remedy the controversies of life- disease, pain, death. Science, one of the most indispensable footholds to the survival of mankind, focused on data collection, assimilation and processing to innovate routes to a life free of all these controversies. Yet, this crutch to the human kind would only lead to an evergreen handicap. In the state of Vlot, resides a lab- BLOOM, renowned for her prowess in innovations yielding to the betterness of us all, humans. This definition would soon change with the discovery of a resident scientist- Professor Zult. His research involved blending the concept of acceleration of particles and that of evolution. He believed that because organisms were subjected to stressful conditions, they would eventually grow and bear offspring with traits that combat the precedent stress. These genes responsible for such traits were known as "Alpha genes". However, it would take years, decades or even centuries for such an accommodation to surface. The concept of particle acceleration was there to remedy this inconvenience. By subjecting humans to the conditions they'd want to negate, and accelerating the cell particles, this could shorten the time for the evolution. A process he coined "accommodation." However him and his followers, blinded by the prowess of this milestone underrated the associated risks, and soon this long dreamed eutopia ovulated a parallel dystopia, separating the world of humans into different classes, as per their level of accomodation- the alphas, betas, gammas, deltas, epsilons and the zetas. The alphas were now at the top of the society while the zetas were the common citizens with the lowest level of accommodation. Among these, those who offended the laws of the new world- New Vlot, were bestowed the name "Omicron ." New Volt was besieged by two immense and almost unshakable walls know as the "great walls." The first, "Mu" resided within the beauty of New Volt, the heart of leisure and peace. The less privileged resided within "Nu"-the slums and less pretty. Those who gravely offended the law would often venture there, and were known as "omicrons". But life wasn't limited to just within these walls. Those presumed or confirmed with zero level of accommodation became rejects, often referred to as "scraps" and the name "lambda" was bestowed on them. These were sometimes used as lab rats of Mu, hence the name "scraps". Outside the great walls was an almost barren land, rich in hazards of diverse varieties. But from these, one would survive to ascend to a level no one would fathom, in the least expected ways- upgrading with scraps. From scraps, a new level of accommodation will be unlocked- the Omega. This name will be bestowed upon he who strived in the opposite pole to gain a level that would compare to an alpha.
Lyrixx237 · 13.5k Views

Maybe A Happy Ending

Pre - read Anning, a completely ordinary girl, gets stuck in a different world from what she had. Everything feeling so surreal, started from just a single chat. Not only she but the person closest to her had to also feel the misery and partake every adventure even if she don't want to. The betrayal given by someone so close to her is so much painful even so much painful. The misery, longing after knowing the truth is truly unbearable that she wants to die. But she can't. Because of the shackles. Because someone wouldn't let her. Yes if there was someone who wouldn't let her live then there was also someone who will make her live even on their ashes. That person won't let anything happen to her, even if she wanted to. Taking all the pain in place of Anning, giving her the love she deserves. The most purest and kindest thing in the universe, even if she wasn't. Will Anning be okay, if she got to know that the person whom she despised, was the actually fated for her, the one who accompanied her in every tryst of her life, including death itself ? The relationship between her someone and her is not quite so simple as it seems. and on the journey they gets to know each other more better. The sweet and sour relationship, the friendship and the queer relationships of side characters. This is my first book, so please guide me further in this journey of novels and sit in your seat tightly or lie on your bed to just enjoy. #gl#girllove#yuri#mystery .
Amritahuss_01 · 15.7k Views

Training My Sword Skills in Oregairu, I Entered the Infinite Worlds!

my Patreon for more chapter that release early : https://www.patreon.com/M7mdsol?utm_campaign=creatorshare_creator name of Patreon :M7md_sol If your having trouble reaching my Patreon Just write M7md_sol Patreon on Google search and I'll probably be the first page that shows up and thanks for any support you guys give ******************* Good news: I transmigrated into a 2D anime world. Bad news: I didn't get a cheat ability. haruki aizawa transmigrates into a slice-of-life anime crossover world, but the only thing he receives is a broken Sword Saint System. The system can provide him with sword techniques from various worlds - but it can't make him instantly master them. If he wants to learn those skills, he has to rely entirely on his own hard work. After years of relentless training, haruki finally becomes a true master of the sword. However, the comfort and peace of modern society begin to bore him. With no worthy opponents to challenge him, he can only pass the time by beating up delinquents at Sobu High. Until one day, he obtains an Infinite Worlds System. Now he can travel to different worlds and challenge powerful fighters from across dimensions. At last, a new world opens before him! Chivalry of a Failed Knight, Black Bullet, Frieren: Beyond Journey's End, The Asterisk War, High School DxD, Is It Wrong to Try to Pick Up Girls in a Dungeon?, Fate, Honkai... From that moment on, haruki name begins to echo across countless worlds. (Main world: a mixed slice-of-life anime setting. Randomly travels to various Infinite Flow worlds.)
M7md_Sol · 1.2m Views

Beneath the Wolf’s Moon

Ella Hartley thought she could escape the chaos of her broken heart and a life filled with overwhelming noise by retreating to a quiet, secluded cabin deep in the woods. But the serenity she craves is harder to find than she imagined, especially when she meets her reclusive neighbor, Asher. Brooding and enigmatic, Asher seems like the perfect embodiment of the town’s mysteries—silent, distant, and always just out of reach. His smoldering presence draws Ella in, even though something about him feels… off. As Ella grows more curious about the man next door, she begins to notice strange, almost supernatural occurrences. His eyes glow faintly in the dark. He disappears for hours at a time, only to return with the air thick with tension. His temper, though rare, is fierce and unrelenting, and it’s clear there’s something more to him than meets the eye. When the full moon rises, Ella learns the truth: Asher is a werewolf, cursed to shift every month under its deadly light. But there’s an even darker secret—he and Ella are bound by a primal mate bond, a connection that is both irresistible and dangerous. Warned by others to stay away from Ella, Asher knows that the curse will eventually consume them both. No one has survived a werewolf mate bond in decades. Torn between a love he can’t control and the fear of destroying the only person who ever understood him, Asher struggles to keep his distance from Ella. Yet, the pull between them only grows stronger with each passing day. As the full moon approaches once again, the bond between them reaches its breaking point. Ella must decide whether to embrace the dangerous love that could save or shatter her—or flee before she’s lost to the wild, untamable world that Asher lives in. Beneath the Wolf’s Moon is a slowburn romance that weaves together a forbidden love, supernatural intrigue, and a desperate battle against a fate that neither can escape.
Traaaacyyyy · 44 Views

Binary Reflections

Eli Hale has always kept his head down. Not just because of the anxiety that never really goes away, but because that is how he was raised. Quiet house. Small town. No questions. His mom, Lydia, kept their life simple in Port Virel. His father died before he was born, and the rest of the family slowly faded out of the picture. Eli learned early that it was easier not to dig too deep. Then his mother disappears. The explanation he is given does not make sense. Before he can even process it, something happens to him that he should not have survived. After that night, things feel different. He notices details other people brush off. Strange pauses. Reactions that come a second too late. Moments that feel slightly wrong. It starts to feel like the world is thinner than it should be. What Eli does not know is that reality runs on opposites. Every force has a counterforce. Pressure and release. Known and unknown. Presence and absence. Most people never think about that balance. A small number are born tied to it. They carry Binaries, opposing forces that shape how reality behaves around them. Power does not come from spells or elements. It comes from alignment. The more someone lives in sync with their Binary, the stronger it becomes. Growth is not about talent. It is about surviving what should have killed you. And the further someone advances, the more the power begins to change them in return. Governments are aware of it. Institutions manage it. Parts of history have been rewritten because of it. The public has no idea how much of the world is built on something unstable. Eli does not know any of this yet. He only knows that people have started watching him. They test him without saying that is what they are doing. They offer help that feels conditional. The academy that recruits him presents itself as elite and necessary. It promises structure, discipline, and answers. What it really offers is exposure to others like him and a look at how dangerous this hidden system actually is. Whatever Eli survived was not random. And whatever he is carrying is not small.
LittleDuck · 6.4k Views

Fate: I'm Not A Master, I'm A Director

“Director Matou, the magical effects in your fantasy film looked incredibly realistic! How did you pull them off?” “They were real magic,” Shinji replied without missing a beat. “Director Matou, your historical drama was praised for its uncanny accuracy. How did you manage that?” “I had direct consultation from the people who lived in that era.” “Director, in your tokusatsu films, why does the Ultraman-like hero always use Bajiquan in combat?” “Well, that’s because the actor playing him is none other than the founder of Bajiquan himself.” “Director Matou, why do the female leads in all your films look so… similar? Especially all those Arturia actresses with the same name and face?” “That, my friend, is a long story. And it all begins with a certain mushroom-headed man—” “......” . . . . . Shinji Matou. A prodigious talent in the world of film, a renegade magi who defied the orthodoxy of the Clock Tower, and an eccentric summoner who had long since stopped pretending to get along with his own Servant. A director who blended modern cinema with ancient magecraft. A magus who saw the silver screen as a new kind of reality marble. He stood boldly before a press conference filled with journalists, film critics, and confused magi alike. “I am the greatest Master among Directors—and the greatest Director among Masters!” He declared it like a line straight out of his own movie, with all the pomp and confidence of a man who had rewritten the rules of both cinema and sorcery. The hall fell into an awkward silence. And then, in perfect unison, a thunderous cry echoed from behind the curtains— “SHUT UP AND GET LOST!” ×N A chorus of exasperated Servants, all fed up with his antics. Shinji didn’t flinch. He simply smirked, adjusted his director’s beret, and turned back to the flashing cameras. "Good! Now let’s roll the cameras! Scene one—reality itself."
Medusa_Fic · 366.8k Views