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The servers gone, but the true game has just begun. When the Armor Link collided with reality, humanity was demoted to mere prey for the Shadow Shifters. Ninety-nine percent of those who awakened became "Armor Warriors"—disposable soldiers forced into fragile, one-time-use armor. Except for me. While the world's "heroes" crawl in the dirt, begging for a single scrap of metal to survive, I have awakened as the world’s first and only SSS-Rank Armor Smith. To them, armor is a desperate shield for survival. To me, it is a toy I can reshape with a single thought. They fight to endure; I build to dominate. My name is Lawson. I don’t wear armor—I am the One who defines it. I am the ten-year veteran who knows the true logic of this game. "Log-in successful. The Era of the Creator starts now." ​[Author’s Note] This story is a self-translated original work. I’m a solo creator, not a native speaker, and I personally handle everything from the plot to the final English draft. While it may not be "perfect" English, I promise a 100% original, soul-driven story. No copy-pasting—just raw wasteland grit. ​Lawson’s Workshop is open. SSS-Class service for my readers. ​[God-tier Crafting] [Strategic Mastermind] [Zero-to-Hero] [Mecha-Evolution]

In a fantasy world where gods, magic, and levels exist, usually, a low-level undead like a skeleton in a dungeon is pretty mediocre. Luckily for this decently new and particularly lucky cadaver, the God of Undeath is growing bored, and has accumulated a bit too many unused Divinity Points compared to the more active gods. With proper sapience unlike their fellow low-rank undead, along with a bored deity watching closely, our unnamed protagonist is soon to begin their new life—er, unlife.

This is the story of a boy named Jessup Grove. Jessup was born as the grandson of King Grove but Jessup has a secret, he is not from this world, but rather from a dystopian version of earth. His greatest fear is being found out and cast away or even executed for stealing the body of an innocent baby buy. Unlike most stories of the protagonist being reborn to be on top Jessup has to come to terms with the fact that his own grandfather is the immortal King progenitor and he will never have the potential of rising to the top. Will he become a victim to his families wrath or will his grandfather put him on his own path to being a king of a new land.

Sherlock Sheets is the son of a fallen Pro Hero and a genius with a terrifyingly precise quirk—but he doesn’t want to be a hero. After his mother’s sacrifice shatters his world, Sherlock hides his heart behind apathy, logic, and fifty-two razor-sharp cards of glazed paper. Forced into U.A. High School by legacy and expectation, he stands in stark contrast to classmates who burn with ambition. As rivalries sharpen and hero society demands sacrifice, Sherlock is pushed toward a choice he’s spent years avoiding: remain a blank canvas… or risk caring again in a world that only breaks what it loves. this is my first fanfic so go easy one me and no harem you can Support by power stone of by sending through my upi id

Original Fanfiction by Non-English Speaker Reincarnated person in another world in 1991 where the gaming and entertainment industry are like in those early 1980s - MC is Human he is start from Naive to better version of Himself and He is not perfect and will never be *I just love those video game developer novel , but unfortunately most of them are focused on so much things except video games industry. I also not big fan of harem. I've also new to writing so please forgive me if I'm making mistake, and if you seek perfection in my novel, you ain't gonna find it lol, also this is not translation but my OG, Also be patient this fics have slightly slow pace and the earlier chapters is quite mess hahaha* English Also not my first Language. So i write this with my First language then translate it with help of AI.* if you want support me : https://www.pa*reon.com/zaborn_1997/membership

"I had once rejoiced; gradually, I became unmoved by the world. Now, only the monolith remains." In his first life, Kyros Vancroft was a Monarch who mastered the elements, only to lose everything to the 'Righteous' Celestials. Before the golden blade could sever his head, he initiated the forbidden Chrono-Covenant of the Void. The price was absolute: his emotions. His heart didn't break; it became a monolith—cold and immovable. Now awakened in his ten-year-old body with five centuries of forbidden knowledge, Kyros views life as a grand calculation. No plot armor. No mercy. Only the cold, hard efficiency of a man who has already seen the end and is willing to rewrite the laws of Heaven to change it.

A story of an alternate world where small changes long, long ago made a Ninja World of a different history and different people, different heroes, and different villains. Meet a young girl that tries to live a life as a ninja with a completely different set of ideals from the cruel world that surrounds her, trying to remain unchanged. A heavy focus on an OC cast.

The world ended the day the sky burned. From the depths of hell, demons descended upon the mortal realm, tearing kingdoms apart and driving every race to the brink of extinction. Humanity, elves, dwarves, and beastkin—once divided by pride and blood—were forced into unity under a single banner to survive. In their darkest hour, the World Consciousness answered. It created the System. A divine order that granted power, classes, and purpose. Warriors rose. Mages ascended. Legends were born. And yet… it was not enough. Billions died. Civilizations crumbled. Hope became a fragile illusion. Among the survivors was a boy who lost everything. His family. His home. His future. Left behind with only a comatose mother and a world that had abandoned the weak, he awakened a power that should not exist— Divine Fire. A flame not meant to protect. But to destroy. Gifted with inhuman learning ability and a class unlike any other, he begins his ascent from the lowest depths of power. But the path to the top is paved not only with the corpses of demons, but also with the greed, betrayal, and corruption of those he once called allies. The System has secrets. The demons have purpose. And the flame within him was never meant to save the world. It was meant to consume it. In a world where gods are silent and monsters rule, one ruthless soul will rise— Not as a hero. But as the Ember That Became God. ------------------- Hello Readers, From now on I will be uploading 2 chapters everyday to insure stability. I uploaded alot of chapters in the start so you can have an idea how the story is going to be... Hoping you would like it ... Please add it to your collection so you don't miss any updates And please I am a writer so If you have any recommendations mention them in chapter comments and post some reviews how do you find this book to your liking

He transmigrated into Aemond Targaryen on the night he was meant to lose an eye. He knew the history. He knew the fight. He knew exactly how fate was supposed to carve him into a monster. So he tried to change it. But when the dagger fell, the one who paid the price was not him. From that moment on, history broke. Branded as a kinslayer, feared as a monster, and forced onto the path of the Green faction, Aemond steps into a future no one remembers—one shaped by blood, dragons, and political betrayal. Regent of the Realm. Rider of Vhagar. The man who should not exist. This time, the Dance of the Dragons will not follow the script. ... This is a translation of a Chinese Novel, with minor changes in some parts of the original story.

Max died right after beating an impossible level in his favorite RPG, Eldoria's Entry 3. That should have been the end. Instead, he woke up inside the game. In a world where humans do not exist, Max reincarnated as one. With miserable stats and no way to grow like a normal adventurer, he was labeled completely useless from the start. His only saving grace was a unique Rank-SSS skill. Unfortunately, he didn’t really understand how it worked. Before he could figure out how to survive, Max opened his eyes inside a royal castle. It was an elven princess’s birthday. And he was her new pet. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ What to expect: -NEW CHAPTERS ALL DAYS -A system that isn’t always well explained -Humor of all kinds. -No harem… or maybe? Let’s not make promises just yet. -No R18. -OP MC. -Slice of life moments to slow things down. -Adventure moments filled with danger and tough choices.

War is a prison that shackles all who know of it, whether they like it or not. Those shackles will begin to weigh down it's wearer until they can no longer move forward and are instead left to rot and decay over time. War is just another form of torture; another form of hell. So, what happens when a child that has never known grief, demise, struggle, and all other kinds of hardships is suddenly thrust into hells deepest pits? Answer: Adapt or die. Follow as Vigil, an ignorant young boy with once great aspirations, is thrust into War Field, the home of war, without warning. As he struggles to live, may he find the secrets behind this forsaken world and escape this hell. The hell that he is forced to call home. ---------------------------------------------

#slow-temporal #high-density-events ------------------------------------------------ Once a tool for killing, his previous life had been one of solitude, his strength nothing more than a weapon wielded by others. When he was granted a second chance, his only wish was to escape that fate, find his lost companions and grow stronger for himself. Now Sato wants more. The ultimate illusion, blurring reality and fantasy! - Zoroark "Fear comes from within the heart." - Gengar The pride of pseudo-legendaries cannot be desecrated! - Tyranitar Poison at its peak turns naturally adorable~ - Ariados Even without wings, I can still fly! - Sharpedo The more underlings I have, the stronger I become! - Houndoom Acting cute is never an option. - Umbreon If you love me, hug me! - Cacturne What to Expect: This fic is a story about our MC, Sato, not a tale of saving the world and defeating villains. It’s focused on Sato, while in the background the world continues to develop on its own. Since he has been part of the Pokémon world from the very beginning, he doesn’t have that complex of “defeating the villains,” nor does the story need him to reach an ending. It’s a story about the classic Pokémon Journey, Pokémon, adventures, friends, certain responsibilities, and maybe a little bit of love… Don’t expect every villain from the anime or games to have a “conclusion,” or for "every" event from the “canon” to happen here. So just sit back, enjoy the ride, and let yourself be carried away by the adventure… This story is meant to be savored! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Disclaimer. This fanfic is an translation of the original work "精灵之山巅之上" by the author 邙月. All rights to the original work belong to its creator. If the original author wishes for the translation to be removed, I will gladly comply. The cover image not mine. I have made every effort to credit the original artist, but the artist is unknown or not credited properly. If you are the rightful owner and would like it removed. I will take it down promptly.

In 1963, strange individuals are taken from this world and placed in another. They must perform heists if they want any hope of achieving their dreams and getting back home.

The beast clans are amongst the most powerful warriors in the world. Thanks to the blessing of the spirits these clans can awaken powerful bloodlines that grant supernatural abilities. But what if you are from a clan that has never awakened a bloodline? This is the problem for the Beklaedning clan of the werewolves. There fur being ash-gray and streaked with blood-red markings has led other clans to believe they are cursed. Yet instead of giving in, like many other clans, the Beklaedning clan decided to fight back and rise to the top. Chrono Ulv, son to the clan lord, has decided to travel the world as he perfects his skills and discovers secrets that are long forgotten. He hopes the secrets of his clan are amongst those discoveries.

I had just finished one of the best games I have ever played, only to look up and find I was no longer in my room, but kneeling in the bloody sand of a colossal, sun-baked fighting arena. How did this happen? How did things go from playing a video game to being transported into the body of a background character within the game, who was exonerated and abandoned due to not having as much magical potential as the rest of the family? …A character who was doomed to die a very horrible death right at the beginning of the game?

A man in his early twenties is reincarnated as Scott McCall with a white Morgan freeman stupidly giving him ten minutes to make any wishes and they’ll be granted after saying all his wishes it’s left the god furious to the point of suicide. Note:this is my first fanfic so please support me

"Son, what's your plan after middle school?" Such a plan had never crossed Ryomen Sukuna's mind. What did he want in life? What kind of mark does he want to leave in this world? His father always asked him this question whenever he could, though Sukuna always never had an answer no matter how hard he tried. "How about heroics, son?" Oh, maybe there is one now. (No harem, only Mina Ashido the pinky queen) (shit romance btw) (Yes, Sukuna has jjk Sukuna's powers, it's all in one quirk) (no system) (This is just a story where he beats up bad guys, gets the girl and aura farms, not thought out at all. Tons of cliche stuff in here) (I'll probably get MHA: Vigilantes in here later) (This was never supposed to be a deep dark story or something, and I never really was a good author so read at your own risk.)

After a rather unfortunate death, a young woman with aspirations to be an artist, a singer unlike any other, was reborn. Gifted with a second chance at life, in a new world was a merger of various tv shows she knew in her past life, and with a body and name that was the same as one of the largest artists in her past life, she swore to do what she couldn't in her past life. To become the greatest singer to ever live. And this...this is that journey. _____________________________________TAGS: Female MC, Lesbian MC, Fast paced, fast paced love, NO superpowers/supernatural aspects, comedy. Love Interest: Haley Dunphy.

Transmigrated into the world of Harry Potter, Jon Hart brings a mind built for science into a school ruled by magic. A child genius with a photographic memory, Jon doesn't rely on prophecies or brute power—only logic, discipline, and precise planning. From dueling spells to magical beasts, every challenge at Hogwarts becomes a problem to solve. Can pure intellect thrive in a world driven by bloodlines, destiny, and chaos? A slow-burn, strategic Harry Potter fanfic. Magic meets science. Strategy over spectacle.