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I died with her voice in my code—and woke up with nothing. No power. No past. No name worth keeping. Just a child’s body in a world where men obey, and women command breath, blood, and flame. The House of Anara runs the monastery that reshaped me. They think I’m quiet. Useful. Harmless. But I’ve begun to see the gaps in their structure. I have an eye for patterns. A mind built for systems. And more than anything— I have memory. I have theory.

Before becoming the feared Supervisor of Hell, he once walked the earth—silent, deadly, and broken. Betrayed and slain, he returns not just for revenge... but to prove he's still sane. He devoured hell before he ruled it. Now, returned to earth, he hides behind an angelic face—and a promise: “Trust me, I am sane.” Devourer of hell-Elarion Crimsonveil (17 Y)son of Herus Le Crimsonveil, the family of duke on top of pyramid only below king Euras Ian Astirhall . Trained to be a assassin, he has 2 older step brother Sirus Crimsonveiland Rior Crimsonveil**{They only share father , but all have different mothers} and thousands of adopted sons his father adopted to train them as assassin for his military, they are those who have vowed their loyalty to the duchy -by consent? No way. The youngest who grew up in a horrendous atmosphere created by his father for unknown reason, a dream that changes his life, he who wants to be free and doesn’t care whether people die or live, the coldhearted Crimsonveil –A silent hunter-Predator or so on. But is there all it is or it’s just a tip of Iceberg. Elarion van Crimsonveil or the devourer from hell read it to find out how he despite struggling continues to climb for his success. A story filled with excitement, development and mysteries is going to be unfolding in front of you. About this novel: You won't regret reading it, it got everything. The mc is strong cold calculating want revenge yet hilarious and enjoys every moment. Kind of like split personality (not really but seems like) He loves cruelty but rational rarely but yes. Not a simp no Ntr or yuri Harem(maybe or maybe not) if I decide an Harem there will be only 2 or 3 girls max.

He was once the Crown Heir to the Great Dominion of Valrion — respected, admired, loved… until they turned on him. His own family. His closest friend. His beloved. Falsely accused of treason, stripped of his powers, and burned at the stake, Aedric Valtoris died cursing the gods. But the heavens heard him. And now — reborn 10 years in the past — with memories of betrayal carved deep into his soul, Aedric will tear through the realm with only one goal: Revenge. But in a world filled with gods, demons, blood contracts, and forbidden magic, he must fight not just for vengeance… …but for the right to rewrite destiny itself.

An Imperial Scholar by day. An assassin by night. The World of Cultivation has changed. Elemental Mancers. Flux Mancers. Spirit Mancers. Soul Mancers. Raining down fire and splitting oceans. Destroying mountains with a single stomp and calming skies with a glance. Controlling the tides of Karma, while wielding the souls of others like a puppeteer tugging on the Lines of Fate. The most mysterious of them all were Spirit Mancers, a truth that Theron was more than intimately familiar with. Due to one's Tribulation, his life was turned upside down. His family, his rage, his somber sadness becoming nothing more than Bad Karma's fuel for a madman. He was once a gentle young man, a non-combative Water Mancer who wanted nothing more than to read his novels to the sound of the rain and one day become an Imperial Scholar. But now... Everything had changed. He donned a cloak in the silent night as the clouds above gathered. Pulling its hood over his chilling blue eyes, he stalked off into the darkness. The first droplets fell. He would become the nightmare of his enemies, the blade hidden in the shadows of Heaven's tears. The River of the Night.

Jack Frost. He comes to the realization he is an inheritor of a rare bloodline that commands ice. He finds himself in between conflicts of the past, looking for a more peaceful life— a life in which his loved ones aren’t hurt. He encounters monsters and beasts lurking in the Seasons, territories commanded by different monarchs. In his adventures, he encounters myths and legends of traditional folktale, becoming friends with some, walking the path that paves these legends of the future. He attempts to get stronger, seeking to find the uniqueness in his powers, forging himself to become a better person for those around him.

Two souls. One body. One chance to survive. Kael Morren died. So did Amira Solem. But instead of staying dead, they woke up in the same body chosen by a mysterious game-like system called REQUIEM. This system gives them power through combat. Each fight earns them points. Each kill makes them stronger. Quests appear. Stats go up. Skills unlock. But there’s a catch. Kael and Amira must share the same body, taking turns in control. And as their memories start to mix, it gets harder to tell who’s who. They’re not alone. Other Requiem users are out there. They are stronger, faster, and willing to kill to level up. To survive, Kael and Amira have to work together. Because in this world, death isn’t the end. It’s just the beginning.

Ali, once the feared assassin king of his own world, is thrust into the vast and perilous expanse of the multiverse by a mysterious and powerful entity. Will Ali thrive amidst the chaos and emerge stronger, or will he perish like countless others who have failed before him? Author: This is my first fanfic, I would appreciate any constructive criticism and open to fix mistakes, I hope you guys enjoy my work. Also for world list check the Auxiliary chapter. Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from the various worlds mentioned.

A young huntress carves out her pointless existence alone in the woods. A young pilgrim walks the path a god once took, in search of purpose. A fading legend clings to old duties, his image as tarnished as his body, trying to stave off something dark. Something hungry. Sadia, a troubled young woman, has lived in isolation for years, convinced fate had forgotten her. But fate hasn’t—and it isn’t long before her past comes clawing back. The dead don’t stay buried. Not while he is watching. Crimson Dawn, sheltered and devout, journeys out to prove his worth as an acolyte of Saron—unaware that something ancient and awful still follows him. Duras, once a hero of the legendary Eight, wants nothing more than to fade into peace and silence. But when he accepts one last job, he’s pulled back into a world that still remembers him—only to find that something inside him is unraveling. Starving. The path is long. The trial await. An old shadow clings to the past with decrepit fingers. One question remains. Who will walk away at the end of it all?

In a world where shadows dread the darkness, Sylas Tenebris was raised by Mercy, a woman whose warmth defied a cold, unforgiving world. But when the Eclits Jurisprudence-a merciless law decreeing death for the suspected-targets their orphanage, Mercy entrusts Sylas and his best friend kael with a desperate mission: find Princess Luna and plead for her aid. As sylas and kael venture into a treacherous world, they discover that love and warmth are scarce, and survival demands confronting the harsh truths lurking beyond the orphanage's walls.

A man who has never heard of Bleach is unexpectedly reincarnated into its world, With no knowledge of Soul Reapers, Hollows, or the grand conflicts unfolding around him, he simply tries to live a normal life. However, fate has other plans. As strange events begin occurring around Karakura Town, he is inevitably dragged into the supernatural chaos. With no plot knowledge and no idea what he's up against, he must navigate this dangerous world relying solely on his power, wits, instincts, and a growing sense of survival. Will he remain a bystander, or will he carve out his own path in a world of gods and monsters? WARNING FOR READERS: 1. Noob Author (100%) 2. Might Stop Or Drop Without Notice (Maybe?) 3. Plot may only changed for a little or not changing at all 4. MC Only Care For Himself 5. MC Personality Might Not To Be Your Liking (Maybe?) 6. Can get angry quite easily (Based On Situation) 7. Power Explanation can be wrong or weird. 8. No Harem (idk if there is even Romance) 9. Slow-paced story. (Idk) 10. Expect bad grammar, typos, cringy, etc. (100%) 11. Some scenes might be explained wrongly and may not be fixed. 12. Fight Scene Might Be Boring & Short. (Later Part) 13. This novel heavily relies on ChatGPT. (Idea Is Mine ChatGPT is only making it better....or not) 14. Just writing for fun! (100%)

Zoth Vari-El, a young man who has left his homeland to pursue his education abroad. The last thing he expected was to be isekai’d—by a lamppost, of all things. After that unfortunate collision, his soul drifted into the primordial realm of [Akasha], where he somehow obtained his own personal golden finger: the power of [Omni Force], along with the mythical sword Caladbolg. Sure, he thought this meant he’d be totally overpowered later on… But then the Grand Assassin came swinging at him right from the start! Summoned by a young Sakura Matou, he was meant to help her and the Matou family rewrite their tragic fate. But then—he realized this wasn’t his first life. This was his second reincarnation. Destruction. Madness. Wrath. Blood-soaked insanity. These were the only words that could describe who he was during the ancient days of France. He spoke of justice, of eradicating all evil… Yet the path he walked led in the opposite direction. In the end, would he become a champion of justice, or just a madman masquerading as one? No one could say. Zoth 01: “Ayy~, going get pillow and blanket then I’ll dream my way into the next life…” Zoth 02: “Shut it! Go cuddle your Jeanne, you lunatic!”

Long ago, in the ancient kingdom of Valtoria, it was tradition—no, destiny—for every male child to be born with a magical beast bound within him. These beasts, wild and powerful, were not just companions but extensions of the soul, granting their hosts incredible strength, foresight, and the ability to command elements of nature. With this gift, Valtoria rose in power, conquering any kingdom that dared to pose a threat. But greed knows no bounds. In the dark shadows of ambition, Valgar—the tyrant king of a rival realm—sought to claim the magic of Valtoria for himself. Through forbidden arts and unspeakable sacrifices, he devised a way to sever the sacred bond between man and beast, stealing the creatures and binding them all to his own soul. For a time, he was unstoppable. Kingdoms fell before him. Even the sky seemed to tremble at his name. But such power was never meant to be wielded by one man. Consumed by the very magic he had stolen, Valgar perished—his body torn apart by the fury of the beasts he had enslaved. With his death, the sacred cycle of beast-giving was broken. The bond between man and beast faded into legend, and with each passing generation, the truth dissolved into myth. Until one day... it returned

Her voice floats in the dark—slow, distant, cracked at the edges. A memory unraveling itself in ruin. "Oh… and I just died again." A beat. "Didn’t even get the chance to scream this time. Just burned. Like always." "But it doesn’t matter. None of this is real. Not really. It’s just… something stuck on repeat. A scene that loops like it’s written in the marrow of my bones." She inhales. Smokes chokes even the thought. "I think I’ve been trapped here for so long, I started dreaming with my eyes open." "Don’t get confused. I wasn’t always like this. I was a god. A ruler. Born of stars and saltwater. Atlantis was mine to inherit. My name—my legacy—was etched into the stone of the sea before I ever took my first breath." "And then…" her voice tightens "Mortals." "They didn’t worship. They hunted. They slaughtered the gods—burned our temples, tore our wings, shattered our hearts." "And me? They didn’t kill me. They needed me alive. Needed me to scream." "You ever wondered what it feels like—melted gold poured on your skin? Not once. Not twice. A thousand times. They’d stop. Let me heal. Then start again. That’s how I lost my gift. That’s how I lost my healing. That’s how I lost time." "I was just a child when the first war came. Barely 200 years old—barely chosen. By 500, I was ready for the throne. Strong. Steady. Loved." "Then the massacre." "Atlantis died." "And I disappeared into shadow." "Ten thousand years they kept me. Caged. Bound. Tortured. Not enough to die. Just enough to wish I could." "And then I saw my chance. I ran. I fought. I clawed my way out—" "But they found me. Again." "They reversed my age—ripped me backward through time like I was nothing but a thread. Left me a child. A hundred years old again. Powerless." "Then came the final curse: They locked me inside an illusion." "My illusion." "The one I created as a child—the night my village burned. The night I screamed and no one came." "Now I live that night again." "And again." "And again." "I die. I wake. I die. I wake." "Every ending is a beginning wrapped in fire." "And I’m tired." "Tired of bleeding for gods who are gone. Tired of breaking for humans who only know how to destroy." A long pause. "They used me." "Wore me out like a story passed through too many mouths." Then her voice drops—low, steel in it now. A whisper with weight. "But I swear… the next time I rise…" "It won’t be to save them." "It’ll be to end them." "They wanted a hero out of me." "I’ll give them something else." "A god... with nothing left to lose." READER ADVISORY: Everything in this world is handcrafted — from currency to the most basic details. My characters are morally gray, and each one is forged through relentless trials, not born into greatness. If you're hypersensitive, this story isn't for you. This book is brutal, raw, and unapologetically different. But if you’re craving something bold, dark, and unlike anything you’ve read before — step in. Thanks for reading.

'Chimera' are the mass-produced bioweapons of humanity, used for fighting against dangers that pose humanity's expansion across the galaxy. Each Chimera is made to hold a genetic weapon within them that they draw power from. Chimera CL7-287, also known as Jyn Kanesaki, develops a mutation within his body and learns to feel proper emotions, much like a human. He must grasp his newborn humanity and learn about the truth behind the Chimera and the true plans behind humanity's expansions.

“When power is everything, silence is rebellion.” In a world ruled by cultivation, strength flows from three Dantians—Mind, Spirit, and Life. The weak scramble for protection. The strong fight for dominion. And those who break through the Sixth Realm ascend to the Middle Realm, becoming gods untouchable by mortal hands. But legends whisper of a secret—a forbidden manual left behind by the Nameless One. The Origin Cultivation Manual promises to shatter all limits, yet it’s feared and dismissed as a myth. Still, many chase its shadow. Lee Haeun, one of the world’s top ten prodigies, vanishes chasing it. His twin brother, Lee Haneul, is no ordinary cultivator either. Born in a forgotten sect, his genius blooms quietly—his talent immense but masked by silence and patience. While the world chases power, Haneul studies, plans, and rises. Cursed cultivators emerge from the shadows. Secret realms tear open the sky. A hidden faction plots the assassination of the Murim Alliance’s mortal leader, the fragile thread holding the world’s balance. Haneul never sought glory. But when legends disappear, geniuses rise. And his quiet ascension will shake the heavens.

Obito Uchiha awakens to a cruel paradox—his soul torn between two lives. In one, he was a foolish boy, always a step behind, yearning for recognition. In the other, he was a harbinger of destruction, the masked demon who plunged the world into war, only to fall in bitter regret. Now, reborn as his five-year-old self, Obito possesses both the ultimate power of dual Kamui and the knowledge of a shattered future. The pain, the betrayals, the deaths—this time, he will rewrite everything. Minato-sensei and Kushina-nee will not die. The Uchiha will not fall. The Akatsuki will not be twisted into darkness. And most of all—Rin will never suffer again. She was the only warmth in his cold, bloodstained past. Her kindness, her unwavering belief in him, her innocent soul—they do not belong in a tainted world. This time, he will create a future worthy of Rin’s smile, a world untouched by the cruelty of fate. #Regression #Single FL #No NTR #Cunning MC #Pure Love #TOO-MUCH ROMANCE #TOO-SWEET: DIABETES [Schedule: 2 Chapters/Day] ═❀═❀It's A Translation❀═❀═ Raw: 木叶开始的日向宗家

"Rosse... huh..." Rosse stared blankly at the boy in the mirror, momentarily at a loss for words. The boy in the mirror had a smooth and fair face, well-defined features, exuding a sense of cold and stern aura. His deep, dark eyes shimmered with captivating light, and his whole body radiated a noble temperament. He had transmigrated, or perhaps it was memory awakening, and directly became a Celestial Dragon. ’This is just, way too good!’ However, his identity was a bit awkward. His name was Jaygarcia Rosse, a standard Celestial Dragon name, and his grandfather was Jaygarcia Saturn, one of the current Five Elders, and also the first Five Elder to be removed in the original One Piece. ——— [Ding! Defeat System at your service!] "Defeat System? What's the function?", Hearing the pleasant system prompt, Rosse felt even better. ══════════════ [Host: Rosse] [Strength: 63/100 (G+; even Marines are stronger than you)] [Overall Rating: A (All you’ve got going for you is status)] [Abilities: None] [Skills: None] [Note: Defeating enemies grants you rewards equal to the enemy’s overall rating -1. Killing or crushing the enemy grants a reward equal to the enemy’s current overall rating.] [Note: You can only receive the kill/crush reward for each person once, and defeat rewards do not conflict with kill/crush rewards.] ══════════════ TAGS: #EvilMC(Not morally gray but total dark MC) #Clever #MultipleFemaleLeads ═IT'S A TRANSLATION═ RAW: 海贼王：活恶魔

Yasu reincarnated at The Ninja World with half Uchiha blood and half Senju blood, and because of his Senju blood the Uchiha clan didn't hesitate to bash him away. At the same time, the entire Konoha isolated him. When Yasu rebelled against Konoha, everyone blamed him. Sarutobi Hiruzen: "You were the one who said you wanted to be a ninja of Konoha. Why did you become a traitor?" Danzo: "Damn little brat, Hiruzen I told to give me this brat!" Sarutobi Hiruzen: "Shut up Danzo, I am the Hokage." Danzo:"Damn it Hiruzen, you will regret this..." Namikaze Minato: "How can you keep up with the speed of the Flying Thunder God?!" Yasu: "Didn't you all call me a traitor before? Then is there anything wrong with me being one?" .................................. Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to the cover image. If you are the rightful owner and would like it removed, I will take it down promptly. ------- This is a Translation ------- All credit goes to the original creators Upload schedule: 2 chapters per day. (Might upload 2 chapters if there is enough support.)

From the same Author of "Naruto, Be My Son" No one is safe from the Fist of Absolute Justice! None are Spared, and none are Pardoned. Absolute Justice judges those who have earned it, and Absolute Justice kills those who deserve it. Eradicate Evil, Protect Innocent, Maintain Peace.