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Nakano Itsuki: “You guys are idiots—I’m a Returner!” The other four Nakano sisters (Ichika, Nino, Miku, and Yotsuba) shared a collective smirk. “No, you’re the idiot. We’re all Returners, too!” Shinomiya Kaguya let out a dismissive, elegant chuckle. “Is that all? I’m actually from another world entirely.” Yuigahama Yui and Yukinoshita Yukino exchanged a knowing glance. “We’ve known that for a long time. But none of you have a clue who we really are—“ Sakurajima Mai: “I—“ Yet, the protagonist remained blissfully unaware of the storm brewing around him. He was just an “ordinary” Transmigrator with a heart as unyielding as Vibranium—hyper-perceptive, yet utterly impenetrable. Faced with a harem of heroines who might be Returners, Time Travelers, or “Wallfacers” guarding their deepest secrets, he had no choice but to shatter their defenses! Kamukura Izuru: “XXXX, I am your Wallbreaker! XXX” Ahead lie various ‘Puberty Syndrome’ phenomena: ‘The Wheel of Time That Never Reaches Tomorrow,’ ‘The Princess Who Leapt Through Time From the Future,’ ‘The Nakano Quintuplets Who Are Impossible to Tell Apart by Any Means,’ and more... Author: 罪恶之剑 Raw: 我，神座出流，重生流女主们的破壁人

An unfortunate person from Earth got caught up in a mysterious ritual that led to his death. However, this is not the end. Reborn with a new name, Ryuk, he finds himself in a chaotic fantasy world. This world resembles an apocalypse. Corrupted creatures, similar to zombies but much more dangerous, roam about. Beasts driven by a thirst for human blood attack villages. Humanity survives mostly by chance, but there is another side to this world. Power and the powerful dominate here. Martial arts play a major role. Martial artists exceed any understanding of mortal limits. Even the weakest can defeat dozens of mortals, while the strongest can wipe out an entire continent with a single punch. In this world, Ryuk starts as an 11-year-old child. He has a mysterious golden throne floating in his mind and a system that calls him the savior of humanity, the Emperor of humanity.

At St. Jude’s Academy, good grades are very important. They give students special magic prizes called "boons." Cyrene is a smart student at the school on a special scholarship. She soon learns a secret. A hidden group of people is changing the school's grade system. They are doing this to hurt the students. Cyrene knows she must stop them. She joins a team with four of the best boys in school. Each boy is very different. Together, they work to pass hard tests and deal with mean students. They try to stop the hidden group while facing a bigger problem. They are falling in love while trying to pass their hard science class.

You wake up one day and realise that your entire family has abandoned you and now you are in trial for murder?

Under the Silent Moon In a world where strength defines destiny and the path of cultivation determines one’s worth, the weak are forgotten… and the different are feared. Zhang Wei was never meant to stand among the strong. Born with a fragile body and an unusual presence, he walks a path filled with doubt, silence, and watchful eyes. While others grow through force and discipline, Wei endures—quietly, persistently—his body changing in ways even he does not fully understand. Beneath his skin lies something unnatural. A rare and mysterious Snow Spirit Rabbit Core—a power not born from human cultivation, but from a long-forgotten spiritual bloodline. It grants him an ability both miraculous and dangerous: a body that heals, adapts, and survives… no matter the pain. But such a gift does not come without a cost. In a world where power is hunted and secrets are buried, Wei’s existence is a risk—to himself and to those around him. Watched by a cryptic mentor and surrounded by allies who do not fully understand him, he is pushed into a journey of harsh training, silent battles, and trials that will test not only his strength… but his will to remain human. As the nights grow colder and the truth of his power begins to surface, one question lingers: Is Zhang Wei a boy struggling to survive in a ruthless world… or something far more dangerous, waiting to awaken? Under the silent moon, his journey begins.

Mo Yuan was one step away from shattering the heavens. As the supreme Immortal Ascendant Emperor, he had sacrificed everything to reach the peak of the Outer Void Battlefield—only to be stabbed in the back by his wife and sworn brother during his final tribulation. ​His cultivation bone ripped out. His fortune stolen. His life extinguished. ​When he opens his eyes again, the blood-soaked Emperor finds himself in a familiar, sunlit room. He has regressed back to his youth as a frail mortal, the son of a poor village carpenter. His family, who died tragically in his past life, is alive and well. ​Exhausted by a millennium of slaughter, Mo Yuan makes a vow: no cultivation, no revenge, no fighting. He only wants to live a quiet life and pursue the dream he never had time for in his past life—becoming a painter. ​But the Universe refuses to let a supreme sovereign live as a mortal. ​Mo Yuan has no formal painting skills, but his soul carries the weight of a supreme Emperor. Without realizing it, his crude, clumsy brushstrokes leak terrifying "Supreme Dao Intent." A simple sparrow painted on a block of wood terrifies outer sect disciples into madness. A crumpled ball of ink thrown into the snow forcibly brings spring to a dead winter. A painting of the night sky accidentally eclipses the real moon, sending ancient sects into widespread panic. ​Mo Yuan thinks he is just bad at mixing ink. The cultivation world thinks a primordial god has descended. ​Yet, fate is cruel. Despite his terrifying hidden power, he cannot stop the tragic gears of the heavens. When his peaceful life is inevitably turned to ash, Mo Yuan does not pick up a sword. He picks up his brush. ​Using the ashes of his ruined home, he steps onto a new, forbidden path of cultivation. He is a wandering artist, a "Pain Carrier," whose masterpieces can heal severed realms, summon primordial beasts, or act as weapons that slice through reality itself. He doesn't cultivate for immortality, nor does he care for revenge against those who betrayed him. ​He cultivates through longing. And when the heavens try to take the one woman who truly loves the artist rather than the Emperor, Mo Yuan will paint a path straight through the Outer Void, defying the entire universe to get her back.

They called him trash. Not as an insult, but as a truth no one bothered to hide. In a world where fate governs everything, a person’s future is decided the moment they are born. Talent, luck, opportunity—these are gifts of the heavens, not things earned through effort. Some are born destined to rise, their paths paved with glory. Others struggle, yet still possess a chance. Li Chen had none. No matter how hard he trained, he could not sense spiritual energy properly. While others advanced, he remained stuck, mocked by disciples and ignored by elders. Still, he endured, believing effort could change fate. He was wrong. On the day of the Spirit Root Ceremony, his last hope shattered. “Trash grade.” The words echoed, followed by laughter. His future was sealed. That should have been the end. But fate made a mistake. When Zhao Tian, the sect’s greatest genius, stepped forward, the crystal erupted with golden light. A heaven-grade spirit root. A true child of destiny. But Li Chen saw more. He saw a thread. A golden strand of light flowing above Zhao Tian, radiant and absolute. It pulsed with power, as if the world itself bent around it. Then a voice echoed in his mind. Fate Devouring System Activated. The world changed instantly. Threads appeared above everyone—gray for the ordinary, gold for the chosen, and darker ones that twisted unnaturally. For the first time, Li Chen could see fate itself. And he could take it. Faced with Zhao Tian’s overwhelming destiny and his own emptiness, Li Chen made a choice. “Yes.” The thread snapped. Zhao Tian’s brilliance faltered. His perfect destiny cracked. And Li Chen gained something he never had. A future. Power surged through him, opening a path that had never existed before. But the heavens do not tolerate defiance. The sky darkened. Lightning fell. An unseen gaze marked him. Fate is sacred. And Li Chen had stolen it. Now watched by forces he cannot comprehend, he walks a path no one has dared to take. A path where strength is stolen, not earned. A path where every step invites danger. But Li Chen does not hesitate. He has already lived as nothing. If the heavens deny him destiny, he will take it. If the chosen stand above all, he will drag them down. If fate controls the world, he will break it. One thread at a time. As he grows stronger, he discovers fate is not equal. Some threads grant minor gains. Others hold immense power. And then there is corrupted fate. Dark, unstable, forbidden. It offers power beyond heaven’s blessings, at the cost of madness and chaos. Li Chen does not turn away. Because he has nothing to lose. But he is not alone. Hidden forces guard fate. Ancient cultivators, secret organizations, and terrifying beings who understand its laws. To them, Li Chen is an anomaly. And anomalies must be erased. Meanwhile, Zhao Tian begins to notice. His talent fades. His certainty cracks. Slowly, he realizes the truth. Something has been taken. And Li Chen is responsible. A silent war begins. One chosen by heaven. One who defies it. As Li Chen rises, he targets greater prey—geniuses, elites, those blessed by destiny. Each stolen thread brings him closer to unimaginable power. But it also draws attention. Because at the peak stand immortals—beings who control fate itself. And to them, Li Chen is unforgivable. Because if fate can be stolen, even they are not safe. Standing at the edge of destruction, Li Chen makes his choice. He will not stop. He will not submit. In a world ruled by fate, the only way to be free is to seize it. And so he rises. Not as the chosen. But as the hunter. Because heaven’s chosen are no longer untouchable. They are prey.

Dean Faust was many things. A disgraced MMA fighter. A lifelong orphan. A man who somehow managed to die slipping on his dog's pee. Imagine dying to Pee-kun. Not exactly the origin story of legends. But when he wakes up in the body of Dean Gray, the only son of a declining blacksmith family. He finds himself in a world where humanity is forced into a single fortress city, surrounded by monsters that want them dead. At this point, legends don't really care about your origin story. In this world, your familiar is everything. Your summon determines your rank, your worth and your future. So when Dean's third and final summoning attempt produces a small rainbow slime that freezes every assessment device in the room, nobody knows whether to laugh or run. The WSA sends an evaluation notice within hours and then everyone knows not to laugh. Because whatever this slime is, the world has no classification for it. No rank nor ability scan. Just one word from a system that only Dean can see. Paradox. Now Dean has to navigate a world he barely understands, a family he never knew he needed, and every major faction in the Fortress City quietly deciding what to do about a blacksmith's son with an unclassifiable familiar and his incredible growth through a system that rewards him for simply choosing to survive. The slime can copy, evolve, adapt and permanently absorb any ability it encounters. The world has no idea what that means yet. Neither does Dean. But they're all about to find out.

Karnan, a prodigy, was meant to bring glory to his clan. Instead, he brought them shame when a lone distant star chose him as its champion. He loses everything, his clan, his girl and his pride. To win back his family's affection, Karnan would do anything. From befriending an ancient wolf to participating in a tournament of death. But, being the weakest. What chances does he have?

He died with nothing, no money, no legacy, no justice. Rivan Nara spent twelve years chasing the truth behind the crash that destroyed him. He built everything from scratch every dollar earned through discipline, pattern recognition, and the obsessive belief that the market could be beaten by a man with nothing but his mind. Then, in nine minutes, it was all gone. Liquidated. Engineered. Deliberate. He died broke and alone in a Jakarta boarding house, with one name burning in his mind and no power left to act on it. He woke up in January 2019, twelve years younger, with a body that hadn't yet broken down and a market that hadn't yet exploded. Bitcoin was sitting at $3,800. And something had activated behind his eyes: a ghost in his vision, reading patterns no human mind should be able to process. He knows every crash. Every rally. Every name. This time, he will not arrive too late. But the men who destroyed him are already moving earlier than he remembers.

In a world forged from the ruins of forgotten legends and rusted metal, flesh is a fatal flaw. For Hanzo, a slave in the deepest slag pits, survival was never a matter of strength—it was a matter of precision. But when a forbidden legacy awakens in his blood, he becomes something the world hasn't seen in eons: An Architect. His body is no longer just flesh and blood. It is a construction site. Hanzo possesses the ability to redesign the very geometry of life. Armed with the power of Lunar-Zinc, he begins to rewrite his own biology—layer by layer, bone by bone. But power demands a price that no calculation can foresee. Every reinforcement of his skin increases the pressure on his human frame. Every upgrade brings him closer to perfection—and closer to the breaking point where his own body will collapse under the weight of his ambition. Accompanied by a hunted outcast and a mechanical companion, Hanzo must navigate the "Forest of Singing Blades." Hunted by beasts with bones of bronze and confronted by the fatal flaws of his own design, Hanzo learns the ultimate lesson of a builder: An invincible wall is worthless if the foundation is made of dust. Will he sacrifice his humanity to become the perfect machine? Or will he find a way to unite the impossible—the heart of a boy with the logic of a god? Welcome! I have always had a deep passion for storytelling and world-building, but translating my complex ideas into written words has been a challenge. To bring my creativity to life exactly as I envision it, I use AI as a writing assistant. This allows me to focus on the plot, the intricate crafting systems, and the journey of our protagonist while ensuring the story is told clearly and vividly. Thank you for joining me on this epic adventure!

Strength is measured in seconds. Karate is built on a ruthless system of rankings, discipline, and competition where every match is decided by precision, timing, and control. At the top stands one title above every fighter: Judan, the 10th Dan. A rank so rare it represents complete mastery, a lifetime of discipline, and a name that defines an era. Many enter the path. Most are forgotten. Only those who can evolve under pressure, endure defeat, and rise beyond talent ever come close. Because here, you do not chase victory. You chase the level of legends.

This is not just a story, it’s a journey of a girl who faced pain, struggles, and silent battles in her life. She smiled when she was broken and stayed strong when everything was falling apart. From dreams that seemed impossible to moments that changed her forever, this story reveals the truth behind her life—full of emotions, courage, and hope. Will she finally find happiness, or will life test her even more

In a world where power is measured by the beasts you command, Zora is an anomaly: a Tamer who cannot summon, cannot contract, and cannot claim a single creature as his own. Branded “Empty,” he is scorned by academies and rejected by clans. In battle, he stands alone while others fight alongside dragons, spirits, and warbeasts. By all logic, he should be useless. But Zora holds a forbidden gift. He can invade the bond between Tamer and beast. With a single touch:or sometimes just a glance, he can calm raging monsters, seize control of contracted creatures, and even turn a Tamer’s greatest weapon against them. To some, it’s a miracle. To others, it’s heresy. Because if bonds can be stolen… then no Tamer is ever truly safe. Hunted by elite summoners, feared as a “Bond Thief,” and dragged into a hidden war over the true nature of contracts, Zora must master a power that was never meant to exist. But every beast he bends to his will leaves a mark, and the more bonds he disrupts, the more unstable the world itself becomes. In a realm built on loyalty between master and creature, Zora is the one man who can break it all.

A silver-haired beauty suddenly appeared right in front of him. She claimed that he had awakened an esper ability called “Slip”, that she needed to take him away to protect him, and even arranged for him to transfer to Hoshinoumi Academy. Wait a second.... Isn’t this silver-haired girl .....

He opened his eyes after 800 years of silence. The world he knew—gone. The future—unrecognizable. Now stranded in a place called Hero Town, Ron remembers nothing of his past. Yet his gift of adaptation keeps him alive. But fate has other plans. When he crosses paths with the enigmatic Dr. Thomas, everything he thought he knew about himself—and the world—begins to unravel.

He watched six Harry Potter films in a life he no longer has. Then he woke up in it. He knows who dies. He knows who betrays. He knows the ending. None of that stopped him from falling in love with all of it. A boy with a crowbar, a dead man's foreknowledge, and absolutely no intention of following the script. The wizarding world has faced Dark Lords, basilisks, and prophecies. It has never faced Kevin Croft. Go read it. You won't sleep.

Note: I am not a professional writer. I am just a person who enjoys writing. This is not a planned work of art. So, please ignore my poor skills if you can. If not, you can always drop it. What happens when a Hanma is dropped into the Lookism world? He is not the anime Baki. He is not the legendary Hanma from another universe. He is just a boy born with a body that refuses to obey normal rules. He grows up in a world where gangs decide law, fists decide status, and weakness is punished without mercy. He does not start as a monster, but his body learns faster, adapts faster, and endures more than it should. By the time others realize something is wrong, it is already too late to treat him like an ordinary fighter. He does not chase fame or chaos, but he does not avoid violence when it becomes unavoidable. Each fight leaves marks on bodies, walls, and reputations, and each step forward forces him deeper into the brutal hierarchy of Lookism. As his presence spreads, familiar events begin to shift, alliances fracture, and organizations that once dominated the underworld start to feel pressure they cannot explain. If you want to see a Hanma walk into the Lookism world and dismantle its strongest fighters, and rewrite the balance of power with raw physical dominance and calculated decisions, then you are in the right place. This is not a story about instant supremacy. This is a story about a body that evolves, a mind that adapts, and a world that slowly realizes it created something it cannot control. Disclaimer: All credits belong to the original creators of Lookism and Baki. I do not own these characters or their worlds, except for the original characters I create. This version of Baki Hanma is not the same as the one from the anime. He only shares the name and abilities, while his personality and story are different. The cover image is not mine. If the original creator requests its removal, I will remove it.

Han Seo-jun South Korea’s finest CIA operative — dies betrayed by his own government. His consciousness arrives in the body of a nine-year-old orphan in Kaelthar, a brutal fantasy world consumed by an eight-nation war. Without talent, without power, without protection, he builds entirely from intelligence and patience — through years of labor, scholarship, and travel across every nation — until he discovers that hundreds of people from other universes were placed in Kaelthar before him, most using their otherworld knowledge to seize power and cause destruction. He discovers this because he is the only reincarnated soul who looked up from the game long enough to see who was running it. What he does with that discovery — and with the faceless, nameless, ancient being who arranged everything — is a story that being has been watching from the narrative layer since the first word. Occasionally interrupting. Occasionally laughing. Occasionally speaking directly to you. Because you have been watching too. And by the end, the question the story asks of its villain is the same question it asks of its reader: what does it cost to watch rather than feel? What does it take to make a watcher fall in?