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My name is Miles Morales… haha, just kidding. My name is Mirek Sol. I was a being with a boring life,well, until I died and transmigrated into OPM, the very One Punch Man we all know. …and what? Saitama is my neighbor? Now, faced with this extremely dangerous world, Eating barbecue should calm me down? Right? But well, Fortunately, I can evolve infinitely. …… “The so-called ultimate creature should be immortal, omniscient, and omnipotent—able to grow infinitely and exist above all dimensions.” — Sol Worlds: Baki, Demon Slayer, Tokyo Ghoul, Jujutsu Kaisen, Naruto, Bleach, One Piece…

Listen to me closely. Never, and I mean NEVER, leave a hate comment on a game forum right before you die. My name used to be... well, it doesn't matter. I was a 34-year-old salaryman who died in the stupidest way possible. How? I got slapped to death for grabbing a high school girl’s "assets". Wait, hold on! Don't look at me like that! It wasn't my fault, okay? My hand just moved on its own! It was just a tiny, split-second intrusive thought! Come on, you guys reading this—don't act like saints. You’ve had those dark urges too, right? You’ve wanted to grab something forbidden at least once in your life, right?! RIGHT?! Anyway, she slapped me. So hard my soul literally ejected from my body. I thought that was the punishment. I was wrong. When I opened my eyes, I was in [Legends of Valtheris]. Yes, that trash game. The one with the cliché plot where the world ends because some teenage students get their hearts broken. And the worst part? I didn't become the Hero. I didn't become the Villain. I became Revan von Alstaire. The background character. The loser. The guy I literally insulted online five minutes before I died. I called him a "Simp" and laughed at his "Tiny D*ck." Fate is truly a comedian. Now, I’m destined to be the bullied lackey of the future Villainess, Sylvia von Vespera. The game script says I should lick her boots, accept her abuse, and die with her like a loyal dog. Screw that. Remember my last comment? "Revan is such a loser! Tiny dck! If I were you, instead of bowing down, I would squeeze her boobs and own her completely! Garbage character!" Well, it seems God took that personally. Fine. You want a show? I’ll give you a show. I won’t be a simp. I won’t filter my words anymore. I’ll let my intrusive thoughts win. I’ll turn this trash plot upside down—even if I have to slap every "Genius" in this academy to do it.

Synopsis [Multiple female leads] + [System] + [Lighthearted fun only (no angst or torture)] + [Set entirely in the Chainsaw Man universe, no crossovers] + [Gender-swapped Hayakawa Aki] ___ As you'd have expected I am a Transmigrator, and as most Protagonist, I have a system, which gave me an overpowered ability from the world of One Piece. My name is Ca-el. ___ Note: To reach the multiple female lead ending, certain timelines and character settings have been adjusted.

I'm a transmigrator, and this is a world where demons and slayers exist. No, they do not co-exist. Unfortunately for me, I don't have the talent to practice breathing techniques. But as cliché as it might sound, I have a system. The Friendly System — all I need to do is make friends with someone to copy one of their skills. What if I became Muzan’s friend? Would I gain immortality? Muhahahaha… I laugh like a second-tier villain. Hehe.

When the Global Apocalypse System descended, every adult received the same message… [ Select the Apocalypse you’d like to challenge. ] [ You have limited time. Fail to choose, and the system will choose for you. ] Dragons, demons, zombies, deep sea creatures, aliens, vampires, machines… They will enter an apocalypse! Each survivor was allowed only one choice. One Apocalypse. One Gift Pack. Then, they would all receive their unique Talent… But Kai awakened something unusual. He received Infinite Gift Packs… every survival kit, every resource, every starter’s advantage was there… While others struggle with scarcity, Kai alone walks with abundance. No matter which Apocalypse he enters, his arsenal will decide who survives… and who perishes… or so he thought. Compared to other Survivors with Talents that gives them super strength, special eye, mystical ability, and other unusual talent like invisibility, can he really survive or even end this apocalypse? *** WSA 2026 14 Chapters per week. 20 Golden Tickets = 1 extra chapter 100 Power Stones = 1 extra chapter

He transmigrated into the Naruto world and became Naruto Uzumaki—yes, that Naruto—and even unlocked a ridiculous favorability system. Get people to like him, and he can straight-up copy their abilities. According to the script, all he has to do is obediently walk the “Child of Prophecy” route, farm goodwill like a game NPC, collect rewards, and smoothly become the Seventh Hokage… easy mode, right? Wrong. Naruto takes one look at the script and says, “Nah.” No grinding approval, no licking boots—he’ll do things his own way. After all, being Naruto means being stubborn, loud, and absolutely unmanageable! --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- You can visit my Patreon page: Patreon.com/PhoeniXcel I upload 2 chapters daily on Patreon! There are 20+ advanced chapters available for you to read. Your support would be greatly appreciated.

When I look into my heart, evil thoughts grow with every passing second. Batman’s existence is meaningless, and the hope he offers is only a temporary illusion. He exists while he lives—and vanishes the moment he dies. The actions of so-called superheroes are nothing more than clashes between supreme military power and immense wealth. They may be exceptional, but mediocrity is the true majority. When ordinary kindness is endlessly humiliated and exploited, why should you or I restrain the fire burning within us? Let Gotham burn to ashes. You think death can stop me? You dumb fuck. ____ If you want to read in advance, check out my Patreon: Search for “Zphyr” or use this link: Patreon.com/Zphyr

A story about a weak, small larva with a human soul, who travels all the way to become the ruler of the stars.

No one knows where he came from. Not even he remembers it clearly. They called him Malrick. And fate? It dropped him straight into the Marvel Universe... as an infant. Alone. Powerless. Human. Until he was found by Howard Stark. Adopted into a world of ambition, innovation, and cold secrets, Malrick was raised in the shadow of brilliance. Beside Tony, he studied machines, physics, and human nature. But beneath it all, something inside him whispered… Something alien. Everything changed on his 18th birthday. When his cells ignited. His blood shimmered. And the Kryptonian Code inside him awakened. Strength. Flight. Heat vision. Invincibility. And more than that — his unique power to bend time, space, and dimensional laws. He wasn’t just a superhuman. He was an evolutionary apex, the beginning of something greater. From that moment, Malrick's journey truly began. He left behind the shadows of Stark Tower, and stepped into something much larger. A Multiverse without limits. — The T-Virus spread in Raccoon City? He burned it out with solar fire. — Voldemort rising in Britain? He crushed a Horcrux between his fingers. — Darkseid watching from the far end of time? Malrick looked back. — Cosmic Entities and Celestials? They noticed him now. Resident Evil. DC. Swallowed Star. Harry Potter. The Boys. Naruto. Name a world — he walks it. And with each step, he evolves. Absorbing power. Defying fate. Rewriting the laws of existence themselves. He’s not just a visitor to these worlds. He’s their reckoning. "I am Kryptonian. Reincarnator. Multiversal anomaly. I do not follow the legacy of gods or heroes… I forge my own.” One man. Infinite timelines. And a storm coming for every universe that ever dared to write him off. ********************************** Join our discord server Link: https://discord.gg/Mr8Q62CH Support us on patreon (+Gain access to chapters in advance) Link: patreon.com/Zphyr_ ********************************** Check out my other fanfictions, they're good. I promise.

In the ancient land of Aryavarta, warriors blessed with Divya Shakti protect the world as members of the Rakshak Sabha, fighting against criminals and dark organizations that seek power. Among the villains of the feared Kaal-Chhaya Sangh is a powerless soldier named Arivaan. With no divine abilities and no special talent, he survives only through stubborn endurance while dreaming of becoming a legendary villain. Everything changes when the Rakshak warriors attack the organization’s hidden fortress. During the chaos, Arivaan discovers an ancient relic known as the Manas-Ratna, a forbidden jewel that awakens a terrifying power within him — Manas-Bandhan Tantra, the ability to control the minds and bodies of others. His first victim is Devika Agnivarna, an elite fire-wielding Rakshak hero feared across Aryavarta. What begins as a desperate attempt to survive soon becomes the beginning of a dark rise. With heroes unknowingly becoming his puppets and kingdoms slowly falling under his influence, Arivaan begins to reshape the world from the shadows. In a land ruled by heroes… the greatest villain has finally been born.

In an age of blood, steel, and freezing spray, a Viking’s worth is measured by the swing of his axe. They are raiders. They are conquerors. They are the terror of the North. Ragnar, the eighteen-year-old bastard son of a starving chieftain, is none of these things. Just a month ago, he was a Senior Naval Architect in Seattle, designing high-efficiency cargo vessels. Now, he stands on a frozen fjord in 865 AD, facing a suicide mission to England that threatens to wipe out his village. Mocked for his refusal to raid and his obsession with "wizard words" like logistics and drag coefficients, Ragnar is dismissed as a coward. But they are all wrong. Where they see a longship, he sees a displacement curve waiting to be optimized. Where they see a storm, he sees wind energy waiting to be harnessed. They say his methods are madness. Soon, they will realize that while they are playing at war, he is engineering an empire. -------- Disclaimer: *Kingdom Building & Tech-Uplift: MC uses modern engineering to revolutionize the Viking Age. *Weak-to-Strong: Starts as a despised bastard, progresses to a wealthy tycoon/warlord. *High Detail: Detailed descriptions of ship-building and primitive industrialization.

In a world where people awaken legendary beings upon turning 18— dragons capable of destroying mountains, phoenixes that set the skies ablaze, divine beasts that alter reality— Alex Carter awakened… Death. A small skeletal figure. A toy scythe. F-rank. Expelled from Celestial Academy and turned into the kingdom's laughingstock, his destiny seemed sealed. But ranks can lie. What Alex summoned was not a weak creature… but a sealed fragment of the true Grim Reaper—an existence so terrifying that even the gods joined forces to imprison it a thousand years ago. Seven fragments. Seven bearers. Seven paths to the end. While others train their companions… Alex can do the impossible. Evolve Death itself. Every corpse becomes a soldier. Every battlefield, his domain. Every soul… power. And as more fragments awaken— the world will understand, too late that what they scorned… was the beginning of something far worse than death. [System] [Action] [Dark Fantasy] [Taming Beasts] [Necromancer] [Army Building]

Protagonist Li Changshen transmigration to the Chaos become new born micro world origin.With Eternal Dao Book treasure in his hand he began to path towards world evolution.Micro world to Small world to Great World,them small thousand world then next rank he held myriad races in his world growth . Ultimately to journey of eternal path . Read pls who have strong perception towards myriad world and myriad races ok....

[This is a story about a boy who died in a car crash] [And gets reborn as a pokemon.] [not just any pokemon but a robot built as the product of a made scientists effort to create the most powerful psychic Pokemon of All time.] [This pokemon was a mixture between Both Gardevoir and Gallade made for war it also said to be cruel enough to take it's brilliantly shining blade and cut down anyone confront it without hesitation] [A true cold soulless Machine with no emotions or feelings with the one Objective in life too Exterminate.... but luckily for our Iron Valiant [[Model V. 1.6]] is way different from the rest of their kind]

Year 3054. The seal that concealed magic has been broken, and the world is beginning to collapse. Noah ÓBroin, the weakest of his lineage, is chosen against all logic as the Last Bearer of the Mark, becoming the target of ancient creatures, human factions, and a war that can no longer remain hidden. As humanity uncovers the truth and the Claimoors reappear across the world, Noah must flee, survive, and accept a power he never wanted, accompanied by Eleonor, his guardian… and his greatest conflict. The wrong bearer is now the last hope.

[Warning! - Mature R18+ Contents] [Read at your own discretion] I didn’t reincarnate as the hero. Of course not. I woke up as the main villain of a romantasy novel, the guy whose entire job is to be powerful, miserable, and conveniently dead by the final arc so the hero can get the girl. Unfortunately for the plot, I’ve read this book. I know every bad decision I’m supposed to make, every red flag I’m meant to wave, and the exact moment the heroine is supposed to fall in love with someone else. Hard pass. Instead of acting like an emotionally stunted tyrant, I start fixing things I was meant to ruin. I help when I shouldn’t. I show up when the hero’s supposed to. And somehow, I keep ending up alone with the heroine, having conversations that were never in the script. She laughs. She looks at me differently. The story starts acting weird. Now the hero’s losing his “chosen one” aura, the romance flags are pointing in my direction, and fate seems personally offended by my existence. Because if I’m already the villain… I might as well steal the plot, rewrite the ending, and fall in love while I’m at it.

Konoha's Blue Beast: "I want to prove that even if I can't use Ninjutsu or Genjutsu, I can still become an excellent Ninja. This is my whole life, this is my Ninja Way!" Clover's Roaring Emperor: "I'm going to prove to everyone that whether you're a pauper or an abandoned child, you can achieve great things!" Arlan: "If you want to know what else these two have in common besides being inspirational, it's that I was unlucky enough to transmigrate as Rock Lee first. Due to physical defects, I couldn't control Chakra to perform Ninjutsu. After protesting to the system, I transmigrated again as Asta, who can't use magic..."

"He was left to die. He forgot to." A dying child. A merchant who almost walked past him. A decision that will change everything. Found alone in a cursed forest — unconscious, sealed, and left for dead — the boy remembers nothing. Not his name. Not his face. Not why someone wanted him gone. But the seal carved into his body was not meant to protect him. It was meant to finish him. He survived anyway. Now, hidden within the walls of a quiet countryside town, raised by a man with a past far darker than his merchant's cloak suggests — the boy begins to heal. Slowly. Too slowly. Because whatever was sealed inside him —Is still there. And it's waking up.

“You know, I’ve met death. Rather polite, actually. But it doesn’t knock, just lets himself in.” Life. That fleeting flicker between two eternities of silence. People spend it chasing things—money, love, validation, a good seat on the train. They build empires of paper, relationships of glass, and sleep each night under the illusion that tomorrow has been promised. But it hasn’t. It never was. Death doesn’t discriminate. It doesn’t care if you’re a king or a child. It arrives like an old friend, or a thief, or worse—like something you invited in. And yet… every now and then, the universe hiccups. A soul slips through. A crack opens. A second life is born—not as a reward, no, but as a test. Because what could be more dangerous than a man who's seen how the story ends—and comes back knowing exactly what not to do? But here’s the rub: a second chance is not a reset. It’s a curse with velvet gloves. You remember the pain, the loss, the betrayal—and worst of all, the choices you didn’t make. So when someone tells you this is just a story about life and death, smile politely. In many cases—in most cases—you’ll hear stories of heroes rising from the ashes, grateful for their second breath. However… in my case? I wanted to be the villain. To see a different end to this story. People say a person’s nature is hard to change. That deep down, we are who we are. But I changed... simply because I was curious. --------------- Join the discord server. https://discord.gg/m6c3RCv4AG