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Kang Min was the only one to make it past the 600th Floor. After clearing the 666th floor in total solitude he faces death. However, for some reason he wakes up 13 years in the future.. But what's this? [Constellation Stream] - Players can now stream their hunts and floor clears to viewers and gods who sponsor coins and promise more power and fame. He is sure to take over faster than anyone...after all he was the sole human to clear 666 Floors. The world-ending livestream of the 666th Floor Veteran starts now!!! --- Alternatives: Streaming of the Disaster-Class Player -Discord: https://discord.gg/RXCj5fcp3U ※Note: The Cover belongs to me!

Grand Mage Noir yearns for another adventure, but being too powerful has made the thrill all but disappear. With nothing else to do, he spends his days watching others' journeys through his crystal ball—treating them like TV shows. That is, until Kald, the hero of one of his favorite ongoing adventures, delivers a heartwarming speech on how "Anyone can go on an adventure!" Moved by these words, Noir decides to embark on a truly fulfilling adventure—no matter the cost!

In the depths of a newborn universe, a cultivator takes advantage of the abundant energy to refine himself a treasure. But after 14 billion years of refining and quite a few more to go, he decides to entertain himself by releasing countless systems and watching how the creatures of this fledgling universe handle them. On Earth, a young man, lost and confused about what to do with his life, sits in a park and looks up at the night sky. A shooting star, a wish and a bang. When the boy finally wakes up he hears a sound, "assimilation complete. Launching System. Welcome to the Midnight Inn. Host Designation: The Innkeeper." To learn more, go to: lifesketcher.net Discord: https://discord.gg/yqCkHedcUP Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/lifesketcher/membership Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=61551387105778 Instagram: https://instagram.com/theinnkeepernovel?igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==

Hiro is a 16 year old boy who made friends with 12 female warriors that came from the past to the distant future, Hiro and his friends must help them over come the struggle of this new world and help them protect the world from the danger that's about to come

First Of. This is not a Fanfiction. Kane or what he goes by currently, is an undying Immortal since the beginning of time or a few years after the beginning of time or whatever they called it then. Born to the First couple, possessing a unique ability of regeneration, true immortal, unmatched strength, speed, he was the perfect human and beyond. Now in the modern world, filled with lots of supernatural creatures, Kane who has got bored of living, decided to keep a low profile, but that's just wishful thinking, caught in a series of events and the unexpected return of his brother, he unexpectedly found himself in a whole lot of shits.

Xu Yan's biggest mistake wasn't leaving a one-star review on his favorite campus BL novel. It was waking up inside it. And of course he didn't land the lead role, or even the villain — he got stuck as Xu Yan, the background character who shared his name, got exactly one description ["plain, forgettable"], and died three paragraphs later after wandering into the wrong scene at the wrong time. So, his survival plan was to Stay away from the protagonists. Don't touch the plot. Watch every scandal unfold from a safe distance with a milk tea in hand and zero personal involvement. It was working great — until Lu Yichen, the villain the whole campus was terrified of, sat down next to him in the middle of a very public breakup and asked, without even looking up, "Think there'll be another slap?" After that, in every confection seen,every cheating scandal, every messy love triangle two of them had font row seat. Xu Yan told himself he was just there for the drama. That he only liked Lu Yichen's face the way you like a nice view. He was wrong.

[Transformation + GL Romance + Affection + 1V1] I Transmigrated into a Book and Became the Silent, Selfless, and Ultimately Tragic Supporting White-Rich-Beautiful Girl in a Childhood Sweetheart Story. No way I'm sticking with that! Is the male lead handsome? Not as much as I was before transmigrating. Why would I agree to be his sycophant? But the female lead, she has quite a bit of charm... Ahem! There's no such thing as a free lunch in this world, and I must teach the female lead this well-known truth. Starting today, we won't be rivals in love. Let's try being a couple instead, shall we? .......... This is a translation. .......... Support me on Patreon and get access to advanced chapter: https://patreon.com/Storytime195

Lucas transmigrates to a parallel world and is thrilled to discover that many of the classic, brilliant games from his past life don’t exist here. Eager to make his mark, he’s also burdened with an "Emotion Collection System"—where players’ emotions like joy, sorrow, excitement, fear, and anger from his games make him stronger. But why is it so much easier to harvest resentment than happiness? Staring at his point earnings, Lucas is utterly baffled. And so, his career as a game designer takes a… creative turn. In Undertale, players slam their desks and scream: "I’m the one being played by this game!" In Outlast, players shriek: "The locker moved! I quit—NOPE!" In Dark Souls, players cheerfully boot up the game, only to beg: "Leave the Fire Keeper and GET OUT! Take your damn flame with you—we refuse to link it!" In Call of Duty, Soap, Roach, and Ghost meet tragic ends; in Final Fantasy VII, Zack falls in battle and Aerith meets her fate; in Red Dead Redemption, Arthur and John are betrayed… Players collectively rage: "DAMN YOU, LUCAS, YOU SADISTIC OLD FOX! CAN’T YOU BE KINDA TO YOUR PROTAGONISTS?!" When asked by a reporter how he feels about players’ fury, LUCAS smiles faintly: "This isn’t hatred—it’s the world’s players urging me forward! This is LOVE! Thank you all; I’ll keep up the good work!"

You can read advance chapters and view R-18 images of the characters on pat reon page. pat reon.com/GreenBlue17 NO NTR, NO YURI What's that floating panel in front of me? Let's just say that my life was not that bad... Until the day my Boss found out about me sleeping with his girlfriend.. 'sigh' 20 years ago, I got reincarnated into the Marvel Universe, I killed, tortured, made my way to the top, and managed to become a successful Gangster.... But is that enough? This is MCU for fuck's sake! I'm nothing but a speck of dust in front of those superheroes— [Ding!] [Congratulations on completing all the requirements!] [.....Initializing the 'Villain System'] "Haa... Haha... hahaha! Finally!" Tags-Evil MC, Perverted Protagonist, Smart Protagonist, Scum Protagonist, Blackmail, BDSM, R-18, Netori, System, Harem, Smut, Sex... Note: This is a translation but I will try to make it a good translation as possible. This is R18 which contains graphics scenes. You have been warned about it.

This is a crossover fanfiction between Oregairu and High School DxD. I was inspired to create this story by Nimthewriter. Personally, I really like the character Hikigaya Hachiman because of his unique personality. In the story I’m about to write, his character may not be exactly the same as in the original, as I’ve mixed in some of my own preferences. Alright, I hope all readers will enjoy it… Warning: I’m just a beginner, so I apologize in advance for any mistakes.

After his death, Aoi Hiroto is reincarnated as a beast-like race, similar to Ghislaine's race, but with the memories of his past life intact. Now, torn between his animal instincts and human rationality, he tries to find his place in this new world. Warnings: - The MC is like Rudeus, he doesn't know the world of Mushoku Tensei, for him, this is a new world with magic and swords, but he has seen other known animes. - MC is 3 years older than Rudeus, having been born in K404. - Rudeus will still exist in this timeline, but the chapters that will show his point of view will be very rare, unless he is interacting with the MC. -The confirmed harem members so far are Verdia, Ghislaine and Eris. I plan for this story to have around 500 chapters, maybe a little more or a little less than that. The cover was created by illustrator Winter, based on the characters from the work Mushoku Tensei, authored by Rifujin na Magonote. I do not own any rights to the characters or elements of the work depicted in the art or story, except for the original characters (OC's) created in this work. English is not my first language, but I will try my best not to make mistakes.

WARNING: ITS A 18+ BOOK Heena stretched on the warm sand, sipping coconut water. Finally, peace. No scheming heroines, no brooding male leads—just her and the ocean. “HEENA! MOTHER! I FOUND YOU!” Her eye twitched. Not now. Floating above the beach was a golden lion with sparkling wings. “System 547,” she said, gritting her teeth. “I’m on vacation.” “But the worlds are collapsing! Male leads are going crazy! Villainesses are dying! White lotus heroines are ruining everything!” “Not my problem.” “You’re the Black Lotus! Only you can fix this!” “Exactly why I deserve a vacation.” “No rules! Slap them, seduce them, team up with the villainess—anything!” Heena sipped her coconut. “If I say yes, triple points, rare items from every world, and six months vacation after.” “Done! Anything!” the lion shouted, tail wagging. Heena stood, brushing sand off. “Fine. Show me these broken male leads.” Her smirk was dangerous. . . . The portal threw Heena onto cold marble floors. Her head spun as чуж memories flooded in. Empress Celeste Ravencourt. Five husbands. A dying empire. “Great,” Heena muttered. “I’m the villain.” A tiny golden lion appeared beside her. “Welcome to World 12! You’re married to five powerful men who all hate you. They’re meeting tonight to poison you and crown the heroine instead.” “Let me guess,” Heena sighed. “White lotus?” “Lady Seraphina. Sweet, kind, system-backed. They’re all in love with her.” Heena rubbed her temples. The body was weak, starved, exhausted. No wonder Celeste died so easily. “Fine,” she said, pulling off the heavy jewelry. “That empress is dead. I’m not.” She chose a simple dark dress, tied her hair up, and met her reflection. The sadness vanished. Confidence took its place. At dinner, five men waited—cold, powerful, deadly handsome. Warriors, priests, generals, spies. Every one of them wanted her gone. Wine was poured into her glass. Poisoned. Obvious. They watched her closely. Heena lifted the glass, smiling lightly. “To new beginnings.” She drank it all. The silence cracked. Nothing happened. Their faces changed—shock, fear, disbelief. Heena leaned back, calm and smiling. “Now,” she said softly, “which one of you thought killing me would be that easy?”

Everyone has heard the cliché tale. A peaceful race on the brink of annihilation. A desperate prayer. A hero summoned from another world to save them from extinction after a long, brutal war. That was exactly what the demi-human continent expected. Elves, vampires, beastkin, lamia, centaurs, fairies—every race born from mana—were falling, cornered by the advancing human empire. Their magic was gone. Human revolution was unstoppable. Extinction loomed. So, as legends dictated, they performed the ancient summoning, thinking hero would appear. He would lead them to victory after years of hardship, countless battles, and dramatic sacrifices. A long, epic struggle. Or so they thought. Instead, the hero they summoned—Luca—looked around, cracked his knuckles, and ended the entire war in two days. Two Days. No grand campaign. No final stand. No glorious, drawn-out saga. The human armies retreated on their own, terrified of whatever monster the demi-humans had summoned. And the demi-humans could only stare. Their savior. Their conqueror. Their headache. Because once peace returned… Luca started doing whatever he wanted. He trained elves to fire AK-47s with machine-perfect precision and forced vegetarians like them to eat grilled meat. He crafted wheel-chairs for mermaids so they could roll across land like smug aquatic empresses. He gave dwarves dynamite 'for better mining' and immediately realized he had created a worldwide hazard. He used salamanders as living barbecues, insisting it was 'efficient ecological heat usage.' And if that wasn’t already disastrous enough, there was more. The goddess who sent Luca down had given him a second mission: To act as the continent’s ultimate breeding bull and repopulate every demi-human race. When he casually announced this, the entire continent went silent. Elves froze, vampires panicked, mermaids tried to roll away, and slime girls melted in shock. At that moment, every tribe realized one thing— They absolutely regretted summoning this Hero. — discord.gg/Fb3hY3Nfbj

“If mercy and kindness can't save the world… then this time, I choose violence.” — Ethan Cole Huff… What the hell— …Did I seriously just— get reborn? Fifteen days before it starts? Before everything falls apart… and turns into that game. A voice cuts in— [Ding! Congratulations. You’ve been granted a one-time rebirth opportunity.] [Bonus reward: Spatial Storage Ring.] Ethan goes still. A cheat ability… and a storage ring? …You’ve got to be kidding me. Then— [Please choose: Join the humans… or the zombies?] He stares at it. If he picks human— Yeah. He knows exactly how that plays out. Scraping for supplies. Fighting over scraps. Watching people turn on each other. Dying like everyone else. … He exhales slowly. Then lets out a low, humorless laugh. “Yeah.” “I’ve done that already.” A pause. His gaze hardens. “Let’s try something else.” “Zombies.” For a split second— the system… hesitates. Then— [Warning… selection deviates from expected path.] Silence. And then— [God: …That’s a terrible idea.] A beat. [God: …Go on, then.]

Zeth would never have imagined the plague of corporate culture infecting the heavens, yet here he was, sitting on the rim of a fountain in the divine city, unable to land a job. After being given a chance to revive as a rich bum, Zeth poured his heart into getting a job. But after being rejected everywhere, he had to settle for an internship with Death…the poorest god in heaven. Now, he struggles to find followers for the God of Death before his contract expires and he dies again, all while completing his quests and… [In order to wield the powers of death, the host must let go of all materialistic desires.] "Wait... what do you mean by fight naked?"

The story begins. Ian thought he was just a little wizard with a small talent [cheat ability], who could become stronger through hard work. However... As the story unfolds, he gradually starts to realize that the teachers he’s been following to learn magic are either once-renowned powerhouses or characters mentioned in various legendary tales. “Standing before you is the noble apostle of the Shifting Illusions, the common spokesperson of the Old Ones, and the designated successor of the founders of Hogwarts!” “What? The noseless freak wants to stir up trouble? He must not have heard of my original spells, which are even recorded on the famous wizard collection cards in Chocolate Frogs!” “The Dumbledore Summoning Charm!” “The Dumbledore Berserk Charm!” Ian chants the "Expecto Patronum" spell. Suddenly, silver-white threads burst forth and converge, forming the figure that had caused a certain professor to live his entire life trapped in guilt, standing protectively in front of him. Image Credit to- Аліна Григорцова

You died... Death came... Death says you have to reincarnate... But you don't want to... Death forces you... Well, he shouldn't have done that...

Imagine having a terrible day because you just recieve another rejection email for your novel, but when you finally get back to your senses you realize you're in the middle of the road with a dying phone battery and a truck moving way too fast for a truck. Yep it's Truck-kun, the one and unique coming right up for our MC. The last thing he saw was a pair of headlights. Then darkness. Suddenly a voice echoed through the void. "Transfer successful." Jean frowned. Transfer? Images flashed through his mind. Burning worlds. Endless battlefields. A name whispered again and again. Jan Harris. The voice laughed. "Enjoy your new life, loser." The darkness shattered. And Jean opened his eyes.

Transmigrated into the King of Fighters world, Cloud is under immense pressure. Rugal, Goenitz, Orochi, NESTS, Those from the Past... one boss after another, all lined up waiting for him to take them down. Everyone else is playing King of Fighters. Cloud is robbing King of Fighters! Iori Yagami's purple flames? Snatched—perfect for lighting cigarettes! Orochi's Sunshine of Radiance? Grabbed—great for drying laundry! Mai Shiranui's... intimate garments? Ahem. Those require careful study. Chizuru Kagura's sealing arts, Athena Asamiya's psychic powers, Kula Diamond's cryokinesis... King of Fighters, Fatal Fury, Samurai Shodown, Street Fighter, even the Marvel Universe—if it's powerful, if it's beautiful, he wants it all!