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Ymir Celestie of Lunar. He was a character I cherished because his design was modeled after me. One of the finest creations, and a central antagonist in the game I was working on. But if someone asked whether I’d ever want to live his life, I’d probably stare at them and wonder what kind of nonsense they were spouting. Because Ymir’s existence wasn’t one a person could truly endure. He was the kind of prince who would sacrifice even himself, if the trade promised greater gain. . . . And here I was… reincarnated as a psychopath, hiding behind the mask of a prince, and a professor. --- Disclaimer: All characters, events, and mythologies depicted in this work are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real persons, cultures, or historical traditions: living or dead; is purely coincidental, even where names or motifs may appear similar. --- #MastermindMC #SecretIdentity #Reincarnation #DarkFantasy #AntiHero

Transmigrated into Funina... From then on, a strange sect appeared on the Douluo Continent. Other sects relied on fighting and killing to establish themselves. The Water God Sect started with a cake. Three martial souls that looked like they had escaped from a drama troupe. Plus an ultimate weapon that was always asleep. Spreading the faith mainly relies on: "Are you hungry? I have some cake here." "Can't awaken? Come and try it. If it doesn't work, you don't have to pay... oh, it's free to pay anyway."

On Facebook, a simple question unexpectedly went viral: "Who is the most talented—Fujimoto Itsuki, ONE, or Mochizuki Akira?" At first, it was just another heated debate among fans. Some argued about storytelling. Others praised artistic genius. But when the name Mochizuki Akira was mentioned, the tone changed completely. "Are we even talking about authors anymore?" "Mochizuki Akira? That's not talent—that's divinity." "If he's included, there's nothing left to debate. The answer is obvious." In the world of ACGN, his name was whispered like a legend. A creator whose influence stretched across manga, novels, animation—and even entire fictional universes. Then another question surfaced: "Among the creators under Mochizuki Akira… who is the strongest?" Two names rose above the rest. Kinoko Nasu. Takashi Takeuchi. But what the world didn't know… was that behind the name Mochizuki Akira, there existed a secret no one could imagine. A man who didn't just create worlds— he would one day step into them. And when the boundary between fiction and reality collapses, the so-called "god of ACGN" will face a question no forum can answer: Is a creator still a god… once trapped inside his own story?

Alternative Tittle: The Second Male Lead’s POV (in an Otome World) ────────────────────────── Starting a forbidden relationship with the duke’s daughter was the most reckless thing Lucian had ever done in his life. Up until now, his only risks were hunting rare saplings from dangerous places. Now, he was breaking the nobles’ rules. And it backfired, horribly. Not once, not twice, not thrice but multiple times. He almost died once, lost a few friends, fled his homeland, and then almost died again, but here he was, not really learning. "So dumb," the devil voice in his head whispered in disdain, "How more idiotic can you get?" "As far as idiocy goes deep," Lucian answered, accepting the new path of his life, "And it goes deep. And wide." Goal: get wealthy and powerful enough to afford more idiocy Current arsenal: blood, sweat, tears, and pure wits Start point: gardener End point: unknown ────────────────────────── Trigger warnings: ROMANCE, Lovers to Enemies to ???, toxic love, conscious grooming, unreliable narration, trauma, self-aware hypocrisy, narcissism, superior complex, emotional manipulation, psychological abuse, explicit content THE CHARACTERS DO NOT BEGIN AS YANDERE, BUT THEY WILL SLOWLY FALL DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE AS THE STORY PROGRESSES. REMEMBER, THEY ARE PEOPLE FIRST, STEREOTYPES SECOND. TAGS: #twistedMC #manipulativeMC #YANDERExYANDERE #NO-NTR #loyalMC #loyalFL #insaneFL #evilFL #forbidden-love #you-can't-f‎ix-her-FL #NO-SYSTEM #pirates #secret-organization-building #territorymanagement #obsessive-love #comedy #conspiracy #businessman #moneymaking #mystery #Adult #Mature #extra

Six months of continuous heavy rainfall has caused global floods. The Arctic glaciers melted, sea levels rose, and seawater flowed backward into rivers. Ancient viruses sealed in ice have been revived, leading to biological mutations and racial evolution. Everyone is trapped at home, unable to go outside. Liang Yuan unexpectedly awakens a Lottery System, which not only allows him to win various daily necessities but also different attributes. When everyone is struggling with a lack of food and clothing, Liang Yuan is enjoying steak, drinking red wine, and having a meat-filled diet every meal. A sexy and alluring neighbor, wearing a spaghetti strap bodycon dress, knocks on his door late at night: "Little brother, can you lend some food to your sister?" Liang Yuan: "Sis, isn't everyone short on food nowadays? Do you really just show up empty-handed to borrow food?"

# RELAXED # INFINITE Divine-grade Decomposition and Reconstruction System: This allows the user to decompose any object and reconstruct them. … A scraped car? I’ll just disassemble it and make it into a brand new expensive luxury car! A bunch of small diamonds? I’ll just turn them into a 10-carat giant diamond! An old phone? I’ll just make a futuristic phone that won’t appear for another 70 years!” What? Did I get sick? Simple! I’ll just gather a bunch of drugs, decompose them, and make a super medicine out of them! … A few years later, Augmented Reality, the Automated Electronic Management System, air-powered vehicles, humanity's first moon base, and other cutting-edge technologies were all created by a man who was once known as Dumb Lin.

There was a time when every living thing was decimated and the galaxy was forced to restart with a single thought from the evils. “Is the final boss my wife?” Xu Chang’an exclaimed as he looked at his wife who was making dinner and shook his head. “The system must have malfunctioned again.” Under the tree in his garden, Xu Chang’an wrapped his arm around his wife’s waist and said, “There is something I have to settle outside. I’ll be back soon.” “Okay. Stay safe.” After seeing the husband off, his wife raised her head to look at the leaves and said, “I think my husband is going to cheat on me soon. Should I… just restart this world?”

My name is Chen Mo, a gaming nerd. Recently, I've been obsessed with a single-player game called "Absolute Immortal" and have defeated the final boss, [Lady Yu], over a hundred times using cheats. Then, I transmigrated. I became Lady Yu's lackey. On my first day at work, why does it feel like Her Majesty is looking at me strangely...? ... My name is Yu Youhan, Imperial Consort of the Yuan Dynasty, with immense cultivation power, dominating the nine provinces. I recently had a 'dream'. In the dream, I was wantonly tormented by a man, utterly powerless. I initially thought it was a mistake in my cultivation, thus giving rise to a heart demon, until that 'inner demon' appeared right in front of me... ... Within the high walls of the deep palace. 'There are many ways to conquer a heart demon, it doesn't necessarily have to be through force...' 'Your Majesty, I, I admit defeat!' 'Who allowed you to admit defeat? Dare to defy this palace, and you'll be punished for another hour!' '...'

He is the great master of the Heavenly God Temple, under whom there are thirty-six Heavenly Stars and seventy-two Earthly Fiends, overseeing nearly half of the world's wealth. To uncover the secret of his origins, he holds a marriage certificate and hides away in the bustling city, becoming a live-in son-in-law that others see as living off his wife. His mother-in-law constantly mocks him and disapproves of the marriage, but little did she know that the world's richest man would visit personally just to leave a good impression on him. Ye Guichen felt helpless: Alright, I’ll come clean then...

Among the professional strategy warfare gamers on earth, Lin Qian easily emerged as the strongest within the industry. After all, there weren’t many who could defeat a perfect example of a hardcore casher! With a twist of fate, the extravagant gamer left the world in an unfortunate accident. Leaving behind his wealth, he was transmigrated. In this new world, Lin Qian had absolutely nothing he could be proud of. As an alchemist, his brewing pot exploded. As an iron welder, cast-iron turned scrap metals. Not to mention, his dismal talents extended to spiritual arrays and beyond. Besides his slightly above average talent in cultivation, he did not possess anything else that had even a slight semblance to a talent. Yet, life was not all bleak. On one fateful day, he discovered a revolutionary change. The mega-empire which dominated the gaming servers, the very land which he reigned over as emperor, had followed him through his transmigration. Not just so, the invulnerable generals, lieutenants, and the million men army had escaped the realm of mere codes and gained the breath of life. Now, as living beings, they swore their allegiance and lives to him, their Peerless Emperor.

A man wakes up in New York with nothing but a holographic interface only he can see, pulled straight from the logic of Grand Theft Auto V. The world around him is Marvels. The interface does not care. It simply waits for him to get to work. He has no powers. He has no allies he fully trusts. He has a plan, a crew of two, and a rule he does not break: no corners cut, no questions answered, no one allowed close enough to see the whole picture. New York, however, has other ideas. Not every thief in this city works alone — and not every complication arrives wearing a mask. Updates: 1-2 chapters a day FAIR WARNING: I am using AI to help me write this fanfic, as English is my third language. if you don't like it just don't read and spare both of us from the trouble. Thank you. Disclaimer: I do not own Marvel or any of its characters, settings, or plot elements. All rights belong to Marvel Entertainment, LLC and Disney. The only characters I own are my original characters. This is a non-profit, fan-made story written purely for entertainment. No copyright infringement is intended.

Survival. A word Kalika had come to learn at a young age from a past long forgotten. Taken in and raised as a princess she opts to win it all in a grand deception to gain a new level of control. This however, would never come to fruition. Shackled to the earth below, with no hope of release. Not even death can save her from her descent into darkness. Nor will it save her from the memories of pain, that would soon come to haunt her in the coming present. [Updated every Wednesday and Friday] {Artist: Sikeseeing}

A modern female agricultural expert, carrying her ancestral dragon pearl, transmigrates into the world of House of the Dragon as a Targaryen princess—later becoming Viserys' adopted daughter. She begins a leisurely life of otherworldly farming, dragon-raising, and pet-keeping... But when the Long Night comes with its endless schemes, she must mount her dragons and crush all invading enemies.

Reborn as a nameless girl in the world of One Piece, she only wished for a quiet, ordinary life. But the age would never allow it. Born in the turbulent years before Roger’s execution, she was swept into an era ruled by pirates, rumors, and blood. Slavers, criminals, whispers of betrayal, and the stench of violence followed her through her childhood. She did not break. She learned to endure. And one day, she became the user of the Paper-Paper Fruit. As she travels across the seas, she discovers the one thing that truly belongs to her— writing. With a pen in one hand and Devil Fruit power in the other, she begins to record the world as it truly is—its cruelty, its beauty, its lies, and its dreams. Her words spread across the seas. And without realizing it, so does her influence. This is not the story of a chosen hero. It is the long journey of a wandering girl who survives the Great Pirate Era by turning life itself into literature— and leaving behind a legacy powerful enough to shake the seas themselves. “I will become a great writer!” --- https://linktr.ee/Bellirys

[Female Protagonist + No System + Evil Demon + Muzan's Faction + Pillar Slayer] Many years later, when Tsugikuni Mitsuba faces the final battle against the Demon Slayer Corps at Infinity Castle, she will recall that morning when she brought Yoriichi to watch Michikatsu practice swordsmanship. Perhaps it was from that day that the fate of the three Tsugikuni siblings was sealed... My name is Tsugikuni Mitsuba, younger sister of the Child of God, Upper Rank One of the Twelve Kizuki, best secretary of Demon King Muzan, thief of divine authority, manipulator of fate, the only usurper in this world, and the nightmare of the Demon Slayer Corps for hundreds of years. And also, the ender of the Ubuyashiki Clan's thousand-year obsession. "People die every moment in this world. Who kills them, who is killed—what difference does it make?" "Magnificent resolve! Then let me see clearly whether you can break free from this prison called fate!" "Alright, let's wrap this up quickly. I still have to rush back for a meeting later..." PS: The female protagonist is a pure demon from Muzan's faction, not a spy demon with a body in the demon camp but a heart in the Demon Slayer Corps. ____________________ If you want to read more chapters, you can support me on Patreon. Patreon members get early access to upcoming chapters while also helping support the story! patreon.com/dzeref887

What happens when a person steps away from the noise of the modern world and is left alone with nothing but silence? Set in the vast isolation of a mountain wilderness, this novel follows a man who abandons the structure of city life and retreats into a ruined shelter far from human presence. At first, his struggle appears simple: keep the fire alive, ration food, survive the cold. Yet the longer he remains alone, the more the outside world begins to fade, replaced by an inner landscape that is far more unpredictable than the terrain surrounding him. The wilderness offers no comfort and no cruelty. It simply exists — indifferent, patient, and silent. In that silence, every small action gains weight. Fire becomes more than warmth; it becomes control, hope, and resistance against the unknown. Hunger is no longer only a physical need but a reminder of how fragile modern comfort truly is. Darkness stretches beyond the trees and slowly enters the mind, forcing the protagonist to confront thoughts he once avoided. Rather than relying on dramatic events, the novel builds tension through atmosphere and psychological depth. The reader is drawn into a space where time slows down and perception sharpens. Memories resurface. Old assumptions break apart. Questions that once felt distant become impossible to ignore: Who are we without society? How much of our identity depends on comfort, routine, and constant noise? What remains when all distractions are stripped away? As isolation deepens, a subtle transformation begins. The change is quiet and gradual, unfolding through instinct rather than action. The man who arrived in the mountains believing he was escaping something slowly realizes he may be confronting something far more unsettling — a version of himself shaped not by modern life but by raw survival. The line between reflection and instinct becomes thinner, and the silence around him starts to feel less empty and more alive. Written with immersive, atmospheric prose, the novel balances literary introspection with the raw immediacy of survival. It invites readers to experience solitude not as an abstract concept but as a lived, physical reality — felt in the cold air, the crackle of burning wood, and the constant awareness of limited resources. The narrative does not romanticize nature or dramatize hardship; instead, it observes with quiet honesty how isolation can strip a person down to their most essential self. Universal in its themes, the story speaks to readers across cultures. It explores the tension between civilization and instinct, comfort and endurance, thought and action. More than a survival story, it is an intimate psychological journey — one that asks not only how a person survives alone, but what they become in the process. Quietly intense and deeply human, this novel draws readers into a world where silence reveals truths that noise has long concealed — and where the greatest discovery is not the wilderness outside, but the unknown self waiting within.

“What is this?” Rose said, staring at a reflection of her own face, only more aged and weathered. “Now listen to me carefully. The Earth's fate hangs in the balance.” Her future self said, tone grim. “There wasn't anyone else I'd trust my Luyten V with. Use it to fight, defend the world. Or else, everyone is doomed!” That dire message thrusts Rosemary Brahe into a desperate battle against the Altair, a parasitic monstrosity from the outer reaches of reality. In the far-flung future, they all but destroyed the earth and the rest of humanity. But her future self offers a second chance, an opportunity to make things right. Only Rose and her Luyten V stand any chance to break the chains of this bleak fate. Fight Rose! Fight Luyten V! Gain victory for all our sakes! Coverart: Luyten V was created by RiceDeclined. Check them out on Etsy for great commissions. Background was photo by Andre Benz Source: https://unsplash.com/photos/busy-street-lIa03ti94ec?utm_content=creditShareLink&utm_medium=referral&utm_source=unsplash

"They say the era of magic is dead. They say football has become a game of machines, data, and endless running. But they’ve forgotten how a single feint could stop time." In the narrow, muddy lanes of Keraniganj,Dhaka 20-year-old Rimon—a "Lazy Genius" from the English Department of Bangladesh University—has buried his dreams. After a soul-crushing betrayal at Shia Mosjid and the weight of a broken national football system, he plays only for himself. Everything changes when he meets Mahima—a love so deep and obsessive that it becomes his only reason to fight. Suddenly, a voice awakens. Not a robot, but a snarky, poetic "Eternal Commentator" guarding The Last Kings' Legacy. It’s a repository of the "Lost Arts"—the vision of Messi, the drive of Ronaldo, the flair of Neymar, and the ghost-like precision of Ozil. But the System has a condition: Pure Art over Metrics. From the traffic jams of Dhaka to the grass of the Bernabéu, Rimon must navigate a world of corrupt officials, toxic rivals, and a brotherhood with his childhood friend. Side-by-side with real-world legends Rimon isn't just playing for a trophy—he’s lifting 170 million people on his back to prove that the Golden Era isn't over. It’s just waiting for a new King.

Kyle found himself back in 1995 when he was 18 years old. At this time his mother is still alive and his family still owns his father's Toy shop. Now that he has come back to this point in time he doesn't want any regret in his life, he will not let his mother die. Just as the release of “Toy Story” was on the horizon, and the dawn of the Internet age was approaching, with the knowledge about the future, he was going to make his own. Titles like “Harry Potter”, “Pirates of the Caribbean”, “Fast and Furious”, and “Avengers” are certainly ones you recognise. Reborn in Hollywood, he aimed to be a charismatic traveller through time. ......................... This is a translation of a novel with some changes Raw: 好莱坞从动画开始 ......................... For the 60+ advance chapter visit Patreon:- patreon.com/Stories_hub739 you can buy me a cup of cofee: https://www.paypal.me/UtkarshKumar96 Find your 5 free advanced chapters here: Omnicalctools.online

The story of a man reincarnated into the world of Xianxia with the System that make him able to cook godly food