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Upon finding himself dead on what he thought was going to be a normal plain flight, Amun Hyuga awakens with one arm right outside the academy graduation class. Now possessing an inate talent and knowlage for seals, Amun must navigate the world of planetary rasangan, alien war lords, an edgy Uchiha who can open up portals, and so much more. What is a one armed Hyuga to do when he finds himself stuck between a rock and a hard place? ---------- updates may be/become inconsistent as Im training to get into the military. I might make a discord or something when the story gets more traction. 1-3 chapters per week.

The beautiful neighbor lady has owed you a debt of friendship. Please urge her to pay it as soon as possible. Payment method： Money: 1,000,000 Food: One Year's Love Bento Friendship: A Warm Hug Jun Hoshino, a beautiful boy who is isolated by his neighbors because he is too handsome, successfully meets the neighbor's wife alone at sunset. Hoshino Jun: "Please, ma'am!"

When Harry Potter’s name rises from the Goblet of Fire, it marks him as a champion, but it is the night that follows that truly changes him. As Harry sleeps, exhausted and alone, his consciousness is drawn far from Hogwarts… to Pandora. There, beneath alien stars and towering forests, Harry awakens in the body of a Na’vi. What begins as confusion becomes survival, and survival becomes belonging. He hunts, learns, bleeds, and grows among the People. He fights alongside Jake Sully, hears the voice of Eywa, and lives a life measured not in spells or prophecy, but in connection, loss, and purpose. Decades pass on Pandora. Wars are fought. Bonds are forged. A soul is tempered. Then Harry wakes up. Only a single night has passed in the wizarding world, but Harry returns with the memories, instincts, and scars of an entire lifetime. Magic no longer feels like words and wands; it moves like breath and will. And when the First Task of the Triwizard Tournament pushes him beyond his limits, Harry does the impossible, He transforms. His Na’vi body reveals itself as an Animagus form, born not of study, but of lived experience. The arena falls silent. The world takes notice. From that moment on, Hogwarts is no longer prepared for what Harry Potter has become. As the Triwizard Tournament unfolds and Voldemort stirs in the shadows, ancient magic, alien spirituality, and wizarding destiny collide. The Boy-Who-Lived is no longer just a champion of men… He is the child of two worlds and both will burn if he chooses the wrong one.

In ancient Egypt, there was a Pharaoh and his Champion. When the Pharaoh's spirit is trapped in the millennium puzzle, his champion must survive through the ages in secret until the time comes to protect him again. Some promises return. Some battles return with them. As shadows gather in both the ancient and modern world, Zahra confronts a destiny reborn — she must become who she once was and return to the side of the Pharaoh she can no longer remember.

A virtual reality game set in the Warhammer Universe, featuring a high degree of freedom and incorporating multiple well-known IPs, has become a viral sensation online. Drawn by its popularity, Datch becomes one of its players. Little does he know, the real game is just beginning—and he has already been transported into the actual Warhammer Universe, becoming its sole player. Guilliman: Datch is an excellent warrior, but he never listens. Every time I give him a mission, he skips it. Trazyn: I’m curious how he manages to break stars into blocks. Tau: For that guy, physics doesn’t exist. Khorne: That bastard built a giant pillar and said he’d use it to defeat me. Nurgle: He kidnapped my children, washed them clean, and the humiliation fills me with grief and anger. Tzeentch: All changes are part of destiny, but that bastard shattered destiny itself. Slaanesh: Actually, I’ve already corrupted Datch, but I don’t dare tell him. Datch: I’ve forgotten the beginning, forgotten the end—anyway, let the warp burn. More info at: https://www.novelupdates.com/series/the-only-player-in-warhammer/

I don’t like how this is going, so it is now discontinued A young girl lies on her deathbed, her final breath fading in a sterile hospital room… until she blinks, and awakens in the body of a twelve-year-old girl in the world of Pokémon! Now reborn as Niyah Soleil, she’s armed with a mysterious Infinity System and a mischievous streak a mile wide. Her goal? To become the greatest Ghost/Fairy-type specialist the world has ever seen… and maybe pull a few pranks along the way. This is a vague following of the Sword and Shield Games Warning: expect overpowered abilities, a hint of Mary Sue energy, and plenty of chaotic fun. A mix of Adventure and Slice-Of-Life. If these aren’t your things, you might want to bow out now!

Jake Maxis, A 20-year-old gamer, falls asleep playing Fallout 4 Remastered & wakes up inside the game world. He finds himself in a dilapidated room in Sanctuary Hills. Instead of his pajamas, He is wearing high-grade tactical gear: A ballistic vest, A combat helmet with night-vision goggles, And heavy boots. He discovers he possesses a "Military System," An interface integrated into his neural network & a physical Pip-Pad. He is greeted by Neo Politan, A Personal Field Assistant AI. She informs him that he is now Operator Maxis & that his gaming knowledge has been converted into lethal combat reflexes. --------------------- Warning: This story is intended for a mature audience (Over 18) & features a “I think” slow unfolding plot, Allowing for Relationships, Emotions, And Personal Desires. Expect to find explicit scenes & intimate moments woven throughout the narrative. AI-Assisted for Spelling. --------------------- I'm still a new writer, And my main character is inspired by the people I know & Fictional Characters too. This story is a passion project, A way for me to explore new ideas & share them with others. I'm learning as I go, And I'm thrilled to have you join me on this writing journey.

I had a peculiar dream where I found myself in a room, dressed in a robe, holding a wooden stick and directing it towards a lifeless body. My entire body was itching, as if my skin was melting like wax. Internally, it felt like icebergs colliding with each other. The absurdity of the situation overwhelmed me, causing me to burst into laughter. However, the sound that escaped my mouth was so powerful that it almost caused me to faint; it was the kind of laugh any supervillain would trade their soul for. Suddenly, I realized that the voice I heard was not my own, which prompted me to rush to the mirror. To my surprise, the reflection staring back at me did not resemble myself either. Gradually, my body began to transform, becoming less human-like and more unrecognizable. It felt like various pieces were merging together within me. Then, the pain struck. I collapsed to my knees, screaming in agony. But abruptly, the pain vanished after a short while, leaving only a lingering headache. It was in that moment that I understood this was not merely a dream... I am Lord Voldemort! Well, not exactly. My mind was flooded with foreign memories of Tom Riddle, also known as Voldemort, who attempted various methods to achieve immortality and alter his body. Some of these methods did not work well together, such as creating horcruxes and implanting fragments of the Veil of Death into the body. It's possible that a sliver of his soul was ejected and replaced with a random soul, or that my soul merged with the remaining fragment in this body. The outcome was clear: his memories, reflexes, and abilities, combined with my consciousness. This proved to be advantageous as I had full control over the body.

"Did you know? The reason why the Gojos and the Zenins are on bad terms? It was during the Keicho period. Their respective clan heads killed each other in a fight." 400 years ago... Keicho Era, 1598. The theft of the Mitsuboshi no Yari—Three Star Spear—forces an uneasy and precarious alliance between Seijiro Gojo, the impulsive hot-headed heir of the Gojo clan, and Kaoru Zenin, the brillaint prodigious Zenin clan's heir, who, unbeknownst to all, is in truth a woman. Now, as the Tokugawa and Toyotomi forces stand on the brink of a full-scale war, and tension stretches from Edo to Osaka, they find themselves standing on opposite sides of a conflict that neither of them wanted.

Llana never believed in reincarnation, transmigration, or anything related to fiction. To her, those ideas were nothing but desperate fantasies. But what would happen if what she considered a fantasy turned out to be reality? What would happen if she were thrown into a world she once dismissed as fantasy and became an idol on a different Earth? ____ P.S.: I wrote this fanfiction two or three years ago just for myself. While cleaning my notes, I stumbled across it again, so I thought why not give it a shot and upload it? Maybe some ONCEs will like it My English also sucks, and so do my writing skills, so I used AI to help me write. I hope you still enjoy the story.

After conquering Haikyu! Akashi Asuka thought his story was over, until the System threw him into a new world: Kuroko no Basket. Same name. New body. New rules. Now part of Kaijo Junior High and then Teiko High, Akashi awakens just before facing the unstoppable Generation of Miracles. Armed with fragments of his past skills, a handful of “Grind Points,” and a system that seems to mock him, he refuses to surrender. With fiery defender Tsugawa Tomoki at his side, Akashi turns every play into a rebellion — proving that passion and grit can challenge genius itself. As hidden abilities awaken and reality begins to bend, his battle becomes more than basketball. It’s Talent vs. Effort. Genius vs. Growth. Miracle vs. Madness. Can one player with unbreakable resolve rewrite destiny on the court?

–– Who did i saw? –– Who did i trust? –– Who do i believe in? –– Who do i need? –– WHY, do i have to do this? –– I never trusted anybody from the start. –– Truthfully, i did love Emilia for the sake of my life, but not in the way as it seemed to be. –– But for the endless pain and torment, I couldn't bare it any longer, it drained my sanity from the very beginning when i got transported into this vast unknown world with magical powers. –– Now i just stand here, for eternity. –– Twisting my mind in shambles. –– My life ends here. ——— ⚠️ WARNINGS ⚠️ – May contain graphic content, as in; Gore, Blood+, Violence, Strong Language, Self-Harm, Suicide , may need to be cautious when reading back to back. – READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. ——— [Nuevian (me) for the one shot Fanfic novel.] [Yunji (my best friend) for the book cover art.] [Grammarly (my backup) for the fixing of words and stuff.] [Tappei (the creator of Re: Zero) all credits goes to him & his light novels!]

In this fan fiction, a normal guy from earth is reincarnated in the body of Li Feiyu. At first, this new Li Feiyu was aggrieved that he had transmigrated in the world of mortal cultivation without spirit roots, but soon he rejoices as he obtained a system that lets him cultivate. It's an interesting story that shows us the perspective of a different character, in this case, that character is Li Feiyu. It answers the question, what if? What if Li Feiyu could cultivate? What if he had spiritual root? Hence it takes the readers on an exciting journey through this fantastical world in which Li Feiyu, unlike Han Li who has no idea what is doing and only depends on Luck, Dominates the Mortal realm, spirit realm and even perhaps the Immortal world. What staying Low-key? None of that here. In this world rather than becoming Han Li's cover name, Li Feiyu actually turns the tables. " The Dao gives birth to one. One gives birth to two. Two gives birth to three. Three gives birth to all things. All things blend together before Heaven and Earth. The source of all creation, as Dao is eternal. "- Li Feiyu.

**The Problem with Neutrality? Eventually, Everyone Makes You Pick a Side.** James "Jimmy" Cartwright built his reputation on two things: solving problems that violence can't fix, and never taking sides in Birmingham's brutal gang wars. As the city's premiere fixer, he forges documents, arranges blackmail, and makes the impossible possible—for anyone who can meet his price and pass his moral code. But in the winter of 1922, neutrality becomes a luxury he can no longer afford. When Thomas Shelby arrives at Jimmy's office with an impossible deadline—save Arthur from the gallows in 72 hours—the offer comes with strings attached. Work exclusively for the Peaky Blinders, and Tommy will reveal the truth about Mary Cartwright's death, the sister Jimmy lost five years ago in a suspicious factory "accident." Desperate for answers and unable to refuse, Jimmy enters the violent world of the Shelby family. His weapons aren't fists or guns, but leverage and forgery, intelligence and manipulation. While Arthur, John, and the other Blinders solve problems with violence, Jimmy dismantles enemies with nothing but a pen and his brilliant, strategic mind. But the deeper Jimmy digs into his sister's past, the more dangerous his position becomes: **A traitor lurks within the Shelby organization**, feeding information to their enemies—and that traitor has evidence that could destroy Jimmy's reputation forever. **His sister's killer isn't some factory foreman**, but a powerful Birmingham councilman who's positioned himself as untouchable, using his political influence to wage war on the Shelbys from behind closed doors. **And Jimmy's one unbreakable rule—never kill—is about to be tested** when Tommy offers the simplest solution: a bullet in the dark, and all Jimmy's problems disappear. Caught between his principles and his thirst for justice, Jimmy must orchestrate his most elaborate con yet. He'll need to outthink corrupt police, ambitious politicians, and even the Peaky Blinders themselves. Because in a world where everyone settles disputes with violence, the man who refuses to kill must be twice as clever—and three times as ruthless. They say the pen is mightier than the sword. Jimmy's about to prove it can be far more cruel. **In Small Heath, blood is cheap. Information is expensive. And loyalty costs everything.** --- Schedule: 7 chapters/week Chapter Lenght: 3000 - 4000 words

What if Naruto had a twin, a shadow he never knew, a reflection of himself born into the same world yet shaped by unseen forces? In a village built on loyalty, obedience, and the illusion of order, one twin rises not to protect, but to expose the cracks beneath the surface. As subtle disruptions grow into undeniable fractures, the twin and Naruto find themselves walking a dangerous line between heroism and calculated manipulation. Authority struggles to maintain control, shinobi falter under pressure, and Konoha itself begins to question everything it has built. With each careful move, the twins force the village to confront its reliance on obedience, its blind trust in hierarchy, and its inability to recognize the invisible hand shaping outcomes. In a story where loyalty collides with principle, and observation becomes a weapon more powerful than force, one twin must decide how far he will go and whether the village's inevitable reckoning will save it or destroy it. The question is not whether Konoha will fall, but whether anyone will survive the truth.

After reading the LotM webnovel, then watching the recent donghua, I've realised that Lord of Mysteries and Good Pacing will never be friends. Novel? Too slow! Donghua? Way too fast! So I decided, why not make my own version, not any of your usual "definitive way to watch/read blah blah blah," but just a fun project, one that aims to make Lord of Mysteries a true gem by fixing its pacing. __________________________________________________________ With the rising tide of steam power and machinery, who can come close to being a "Beyonder?" Shrouded in the fog of history and darkness, who or what is the lurking evil that murmurs into our ears? Waking up to be faced with a string of mysteries, Zhou Mingrui finds himself reincarnated as Klein Moretti in an alternate Victorian-era world — a world bristling with cannons, dreadnoughts, airships and difference machines, alongside Potions, Divination, Hexes, Tarot Cards, and Sealed Artifacts. The Light continues to shine, but mystery never strays far. As Klein becomes entangled with the world’s churches— both orthodox and unorthodox, he slowly develops strange and powerful abilities via the “Beyonder” potions. Like the tarot card “The Fool” number 0, symbolizing infinite potential— this is the legend of “The Fool.”

This story is a work of fanfiction based on Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba by Koyoharu Gotouge. I do NOT own any part of the original series, including its characters, settings, or plot elements. This fanfic is created purely for entertainment and is completely non-profit. I am not selling it or earning money from it in any way. Have fun.

Loki OC SI. He wonders, why care about mischief or seek Odin and Asgard's acknowledgement, when he could be spending his time learning seidr? If his father wants to make mistakes, that is his problem, not Loki's. The OC isn't aware of Marvel, and only knows Asgard through the myths.

Sajyou Izaya crossed over into the Nasuverse and became the adopted son of the Sajyou family, gaining two younger sisters… Sajyou Ayaka and Sajyou Manaka. At sixteen, he awakened an ability. He can travel to another world. In the surface world, he’s enrolled in the Clock Tower, a failing magus student whose academic qualifications are hanging by a thread, but in the reverse side of the world, he’s living through one thrilling life after another. During the time of the Tunguska explosion, he adopted a fox and named her “Koyanskaya.” In Britain, he was Morgan le Fay’s adopted son and witnessed the tragic falling-out between sisters. In Uruk, he had a mother who doted on him; her name was Tiamat… At last, one day, with the Seven Beasts trailing behind him, Sajyou Izaya arrived at Chaldea’s gates and said to the utterly baffled doctor and others there: “Doctor, I’ve come to help you save humanity!” Mash: Then what are those behind you?! Sajyou Izaya replied with utter sincerity: “They’re my Pokémon.” “We told you to save humanity, who told you to go and romance the Beasts?!”