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Jace Mercer died as a Ranger with nothing left but his rifle and the will to protect others. He wakes up in a world ruled by Aether... a power he cannot use, cannot feel, and cannot even see. No magic. No blessings. No place. To survive, he'll have to do what he's always done-adapt, endure... to find a purpose worth fighting for.

Zhao Feng is reborn as a soldier in the Qin state during the Warring States period, exactly when the legendary Emperor Qin Shi Huang is annihilating the other six kingdoms. He is assigned to the Logistics Army, responsible for clearing the battlefield and carrying corpses. But for Zhao Feng, there's no better job than this. Touching a corpse. 【Picked up 1 point of strength】, 【Picked up 1 point of speed】, 【Picked up 1 point of constitution】, 【Picked up 1 point of spirit】, 【Picked up 1 point of lifespan】. Touching an elite corpse. 【Picked up 5 points of strength】, 【Picked up 5 points of lifespan】. Killing an enemy, attribute pick-ups doubled. 【Picked up 10 points of strength】. 【Picked up 10 points of lifespan】.

This is a fanfiction of *A Song of Ice and Fire* and *Game of Thrones*. The protagonist is reborn as Mufasa Vishy, the bastard son of Jaime Lannister, the "Kingslayer." He was originally supposed to be secretly killed by Cersei, but Robert, to humiliate the Lannister family, restored Mufasa's surname and even adopted him to Tyrion Lannister, the "Little Imp." "Later generations will call me the Lionheart, but I prefer them to call me the Golden Lion King. I am Mufasa Lannister, the first Master of the Lionheart Order, and the first Emperor of Westeros," Mufasa writes in his autobiography. Read Extra Chapter Visit My Patreon I have only 1 tier 19$ Tier – Access to 40 advance chapters patreon.com/Lempil patreon.com/Lempil

Lin Kuang, originally from the Wild Wolf Special Forces, left the military due to an accident and secluded himself in the city. To protect the daughter of a close, elderly friend, he stepped into the business world. What he thought was an ordinary business environment turned out to be full of deceit and broad connections, its dangers comparable to a battlefield! "Dear passengers, congratulations. Your flight has been hijacked."

When natural disasters rage, extreme cold and storms spread infinitely... When global mutations occur, zombies flood like tides, and horrific anomalies appear... When the apocalypse arrives, massive devouring abysses with diameters of hundreds of kilometers begin to appear around the world... When people look up to the atmospheric clouds and see the slowly emerging giant corpses of evil gods... From that day on, people started to notice that the time of sunrise became later and later, until the sun no longer rose, and what awaited was an endless polar night. To survive, on that day, the doomsday broadcast announced to the world for the last time: Everyone, head east, escape the dawn! ... Lin Xian awakens the "Mechanical Heart" ability, allowing him to devour machines to gain various mysterious skills, scan machines for blueprints to create new machinery, and even use his mind to synchronously drive various machines. Thus, he finds a 200-ton heavy gas locomotive, pulling specially modified storage, planting, production, medical, and living carriages, embarking on a 320,000-kilometer journey along the star orbit, charging eastward!

In the year 1469, the Aztec Empire in Central America was at its zenith. A soul from the future transgressed time to come here, intent on saving the fate of the Indian people from destruction and establishing an empire in Central America! The Age of Exploration had just begun its prologue, with European colonizers venturing into the unknown world. Europeans were on the rise, intent on conquering the rich lands of America and colonizing the vast New World. They were poised to embark on an expansion that would take them from America, to Africa, to India, to the Far East, and control the world for the next five hundred years! But now, an immortal spirit sought to change all of that. He would unite Central America under one rule, inherit the two-thousand-year legacy of American civilization, and resist the invasion of Western colonizers. He would spend centuries leading Aztec civilization onto the path of destiny to conquer America! Without the land and wealth of America, what would become of the Westerners? And in which direction would the world turn?

In times of war… What is a Battle Mecha engineer expected to do? Are they expected to do research and realize their imagination? How about a Battle Mecha pilot? Are they expected to enter battle with their mechas as they display their exquisite control through bizarre and bewildering techniques? What about a member of the special scouts? Are they expected to infiltrate deep into the enemy lines as they use stellar unarmed fighting skills to suppress the enemy with a single move? Or are they expected to make use of disguises and stealth techniques to take out the enemy? And what about a military officer? Are they expected to analyze the outcome of a battle? Or are they expected to create brilliant strategies to triumph over the enemy through a miraculous move? For someone who excels in human psychology, deceit, assassination, and disguise, what happens when that person is merged with all those professions? This is the story of a cowardly, wretched, and despicable fatty.

If you're not sitting at the table, then you are definitely lying on the menu. If you have nothing, then your life is your only capital. Song Heping, compelled by life to make a fortune in a warzone, accidentally got swept into the war and, in a confused state, was promoted by a bunch of Da Maozi to be the boss of a Defense Company. In this day and age, who still becomes a mercenary! I want to sell arms, I want to sell coffee cups worth a few bucks for over a thousand US Dollars. I want to sell a 9-dollar socket for the price of 299 US Dollars. I want to sell goats, the kind that costs millions of US Dollars each... Don't ask, and don't come auditing, whether you're from the Audit Office or the CIA, I'll send you all off... My name is Song Heping. I came, I conquered, I reign as the king. Don't call me the "Lord of War," I love peace, I am here to deliver "peace".

Through years of abuse and death threats, Ye Jian is not so ready to bid adieu to this world just yet! Fortunately, destiny has granted her another shot at life. Only this time, she is determined to become the master of her own fate and retaliate her oppressors from her previous life. It's payback time. Although reborn with beauty and youth, Ye Jian obviously holds higher pursuits. In this life, she is determined to become an extraordinary commando. No, she does not need love, family, or any affection! He is born in a powerful family; and step-by-step, he becomes the youngest Major General through his own merits. He is drawn to her every move, despite her repeatedly shunning him. "What you need is love, my little fox," he whispers. "Get lost! I need bullets!" She steps away. Behold. Let this novel take you through the warm, happy, loyal, and passionate story of the aggressive military couple.

A magical 'Universal Toolbox' led Joe Ga into the arms industry. The complex and unpredictable nature of the world caused Joe Ga to gradually change his goals... "Sir, how did you end up here?" "I don't know, I just wanted to make some money at first, buy a house, marry a wife. But slowly, as more and more people appeared around me, my goals started to change." "So what are your goals now?" "Now, I just want to retire peacefully with my guys, really!"

A modern US soldier and his batallion die immediately when flying to a rapid mobilization order in Iraq. The Goddess Triamal saves the batallion and offers them a tantalizing offer: Live a second time with a chance for redemption, or die and return to Earth. Most take the offer, going to war against a world. The age old question: "can a modern army unit win against an entire world" is on display here. *Disclaimers* There is no harem in here. There is a single FMC, and that will never change. Yes, there will be romance, and no the MC is not a spineless wimp who doesn't know how to treat women. This is not a "guy gains a system, and speed blitzes everything" story, there are stakes, there will be death, and the pacing may slow at times. I may get a few things wrong from time to time about how a battalion moves. Feel free to tell me when/if that happens. This is not a story about "conquering another world because a portal showed up." No, this is "we are fighting an entire world for our second chance at life" Chapter updates: Monday through Thursday I will release between 2-4 chapters. Fridays through Sundays will be 1-2 chapters. (i work weekends)

Beneath a sky of iron and omen, when the sea roars and the heavens answer, a bloodline rises. Rome does not see it at first. It begins as all great things do—not with certainty, but with a whisper. A sign carried in stormlight. A mark etched not in flesh alone, but in fate. From the depths and the thunder, a child is named by forces older than the Republic, older than the gods Rome dares to name. The Eagle is born. It spreads its wings not in triumph, but in burden. For every victory carved into history, a truth is buried beneath it. For every triumph sung in the Senate, a silence festers among the ranks of men who bled to make it so. And as the Eagle rises—through war, through fire, through the shaping of empire—so too does the weight of what is unseen, unspoken, and unforgiven. Generations pass, yet the storm does not. Fathers become echoes. Sons become fractures. The blood remembers what Rome would rather forget. Prophecy does not guide—it demands. And when truth begins to slip its chains—when soldiers speak what should never be spoken, when the voices of the many drown the will of the few—the pillars of order tremble. The Senate, once the keeper of Rome’s story, finds its words turning to dust in its own mouth. For truth is a sharper blade than any forged in war. The Eagle, once a symbol of dominion, becomes something else entirely—an omen of reckoning. A question carried across generations: Is destiny a crown placed upon the worthy… or a chain that binds the unwilling? In the end, Rome will not fall to its enemies. It will face something far more dangerous— The truth of what it has become.

Imagine a war so catastrophic that out of every hundred people, ninety-nine would perish, leaving only one wounded soul standing amidst the ruins. This is a conflict of such unimaginable scale that it could ignite in the blink of an eye. A war that begins the very moment a man takes a sip of water, or when another merely blinks. In an instant, the ordinary transforms into the apocalyptic. This is the war that will define the 21st century. The one the world will remember as the greatest and most devastating of all: World War III.

I transmigrated into the worst possible world of One Piece: a Celestial Dragon slave, a mermaid hybrid, and marked on my collarbone. But I know that in the West Sea, there is a blue-eyed girl on the run. So when I was twelve, I found ten-year-old Robin, gave her a bag of bread, three Berries, and a sentence she spent her whole life proving: "Knowledge is innocent." Then I turned around and joined the Navy. I was taken away by Vice Admiral Tsuru to become his disciple, trained by Vice Admiral Garp, and nurtured by Fleet Admiral Sengoku. I climbed to the position of general, my hands stained with countless lives, and built my web of power. I thought I could control everything, until the peacock died in my arms. From that day on, something shattered completely. His naval colleagues began privately referring to Admiral 'Cloud Fox' as "the silver-haired mad dog." It doesn't matter. I would rather become a disciple of the Five Elders, the Financial Martial God, and become Im's sharpest proxy, than hide my ambitions and purposes in the vortex. Hancock loves me, Vivi falls for me in a political marriage, Nami says my embrace is the only safe haven, Perona only stops having nightmares in my arms, and Reiju chases me from dreams into reality. But every night, I still touch the burning mark below my collarbone and think of those pale blue eyes in the granary. Robin, wait a little longer. Wait for me, this mad dog, to... tear the old world apart for you.

He's been reincarnated as Harry Osborn, the Green Goblin, but this time, he's not the Green Goblin! Superheroes? Aliens? They'll all dance to the tune of Osborn Corporation! -------------------------------- 70 advanced chapters are now available on Patreon!

They're all loyal when you talk about it, but when you ask, they won't go! Now, the Emperor's favor has still descended upon this 21st-century fragile bull 'Sith,' who has been conscripted by the God-Emperor into a local PDF (Plane Defense Force). Fortunately, our protagonist awakening system allows Sith to receive a hundredfold positive feedback no matter what he does, as long as he personally participates. I thought this system was just so-so, but I never expected it to be a TM concept technology! Therefore, when the Sith led his soldiers in one battle, it was equivalent to fighting a hundred battles, and fighting a hundred battles was equivalent to fighting ten thousand battles. After an apocalypse, a group of veterans of countless battles were directly acquired, and various conceptual types emerged one after another. So much so that in the end, not only did God-Emperor snatch him away, but the Four Gods also snatched him away, and even Goma insisted that the protagonist was their most Waaagh kid, and that the Sith should lead the green-skinned Waaagh, renamed 'Sith Kid,' to overturn the entire galaxy. But as the Sith, blessed by the Seven Gods, continued to fight across this messed-up galaxy, it wasn't until many years later that the Sith suddenly realized he had a hundredfold positive feedback loop... Why were the Four Symbols also corrected?

After dying in an accident, Julian thought his story was over. Instead, he wakes up in a medieval fantasy world, ruled by steel, filled with magic, and crawling with monstrous beasts. Reborn as Darion, the bastard son of an emperor, he is thrown into a life of mockery and scorn. As an illegitimate noble, he holds no power, no respect, and no future. Until Awakening Day. In this world, only the children of noble families awaken a Class: an ability that determines their status and role. Some become Dukes for awakening classes that summon mythical beasts. Others rise as Commanders, wielding magic capable of dominating entire battlefields. Darion awakens… nothing. Laughter erupts across the ceremony hall. Declared classless and a disgrace to the imperial bloodline, he is cast off as a mere baron and exiled to a dying territory—barren lands, starving knights, and graves of fallen soldiers who died defending a domain the empire long abandoned. Darion is left with a single, bitter question: What is a classless lord supposed to do with dead knights? [Ding!] [Late Awakening Detected] [YOU HAVE AWAKENED: NECROMANCER] With no gold, no allies, and enemies closing in, he decides to build his kingdom the only way he can… By raising an immortal legion from the battlefield. [First Undead Knight Raised] [First Undead Wolf Raised] [Legion Formation Initialized]

Though it may be a dream weathered, crumpled, and fading to dust. I held on without looking back. Through each repeated day, I ran toward tomorrow’s light. Becoming a knight, resolute and bright.

Arshdeep Singh wasn’t normal. While others wasted time on trends and distractions, he spent his days buried in history—especially one era he could never let go of: The rise of the Sikh Empire. He studied it. Broke it down. Obsessively thought about what went wrong. And more importantly—how it could have been different. Technology. Administration. Military reform. In his mind, he had already rebuilt it a hundred times. But it was all useless. Just history. Until he woke up inside it. Now living as Nau Nihal Singh, heir to an empire on the edge, Arshdeep finds himself in the exact moment he had spent years thinking about. A powerful state. A fragile future. And a collapse that, in his original world, was inevitable. Except now— He isn’t just studying it. He’s inside it. Armed with modern knowledge of technology, governance, and warfare, along with an almost obsessive understanding of where everything goes wrong, Arshdeep is determined to do what history failed to achieve. Not just survive. Not just rule. But rebuild the empire into something that cannot fall. Because this time— He refuses to let it end the same way.