samo fanfic

Good news: I've transmigrated, have two properties to my name, and gain a new superpower every week. Bad news: The superpower is a death countdown, and I only have six days left to live! Fumino Jin has never believed in fate and comes up with dozens of ways to change his date of death. However, six days later, the timer still reaches zero, and everything goes black. When he wakes up again, he's tied to an iron chair next to a blonde, angel-like girl, with a giant chainsaw hanging over their heads. [Welcome to the Samsara Game.] [The rules of the trial will now be explained.] Fumino Jin: ??? (Harem (Primary) / Instance Dungeon Stream (Secondary). Early-stage heroines: Nijika Ijichi, Yuki Suou, Kei Shirogane, Ai Hayasaka, etc....)

Reborn as Kisame, I kidnapped and robbed, didn’t pay my debts, beat up the elderly, bullied children, attacked others without telling the truth, and often killed my superiors and employers… But I know that I am a good ninja. ____________________________________________ support me for additional chapters in patreon: patreon.com/dragonNEET _______________ This is not my novel, I am just translating it. The cover image is not mine. The original title: Ninja World: I’m Not a Human Being!

aku hidup sangat bahagia jika bersamanya.meluangkan waktu bersamanya

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Vampir dan Iblis. Dalam dunia gelap yang tidak berujung. Bem sama, yang begitu dingin. Namun, begitu indah, begitu mengagumkan. Nine yang begitu elegan dan selalu mencintai Bem sama dalam kehidupan abadi yang begitu indah, dan juga begitu mematikan. Yang tidak berujung. Darah dan Kegelapan yang Indah.

Izuku Midoriya estaba destinado a obtener el "One For All" y perseguir ser el Héroe Número 1, pero un par de simple hechos cambia su forma de pensar... -Héroe Izuku. -Overhaul quirk Izuku. -El hecho del Villano de Lodo(Sludge Villain) y el encuentro de Izuku y All Might ocurrió 1 año antes de Canon. (Publicó capítulos primero en Wattpad antes de subirlos aquí)

[I, who am about to awaken—] [I see through a thousand eyes.] Who… am I? Voices—screaming. Not around me. Inside me. Pain that isn't mine, but somehow is. Anger that burns through every nerve. Memories flood in — like knives to the soul. [Their pain is mine. Their rage is mine. Their screams… are me.] I can’t breathe. I don’t understand, but something deep inside me is clawing to the surface. A howl. A fire. A storm. Rage. Wrath. But why…? Then— A flash. A face. A girl— Short. Glasses. Cold, intelligent eyes… yet soft when she smiled. Rarely did she smile. But when she did… it was for me. THUMP! And then—blood. Her body. Gone. Lifeless. THUMPTHUMP—! Death. WHY!? THUMPTHUMPTHUMP—! Why did she die? Who was she to me? Why can’t I remember!? WHO KILLED HER!? THUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMP—! They were all wrong. It was never pride. It was wrath. And it always has been. “I am born of destruction, and fall into madness. I rise not as one… but as many. Let their fury burn my soul. Let their voices drown my name.” BALANCE BREAKER!!! _____________________________________________ What to Expect: 1. Non-Harem 2. Rapid Character Growth: 3. Genre Blend: A mix of action, slice of life, and musical themes. 4. Crossover Vibes: Elements from various anime, games, or universes may appear, but the story remains grounded in its own original narrative. _______________________________________________ Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction. I do not own any part of the High School DxD universe or any characters, settings, or elements from other fictional works, movies, games, or anime that may appear in this story. All rights belong to their respective creators and copyright holders. The only character I fully own is my original main character (MC). Additionally, I do not claim ownership of any songs, lyrics, or music referenced or used within this story. They are credited to their original artists. This story is created purely for entertainment purposes and is written with respect and admiration for the original works.

El estudiante Dylan se despierta en su habitación, preparándose para ir a la preparatoria Igolde III, sin imaginar que su experiencia escolar se transformaría en algo más que simples amistades. A medida que avanza en el año, Dylan empieza a descubrir emociones que nunca antes había experimentado durante su vida secundaria, todo gracias a una de su compañera.

"If a Devil tells you to bow, you break their knees. If an Angel demands repentance, you shatter their halo. You are mine. You do not bleed for the old world." The supernatural world operates on a rigid, ancient cold war. Devils recruit human anomalies into their shallow peerages, Angels manage divine mandates, and Fallen Angels manipulate the fringes. Parallel to them, the mundane human elite—the multi-trillion-yen conglomerates like Shinomiya and Nakiri advanced security matrices to lock society into a flawless, artificial cage. They all believe they own the sandbox. They are all mathematically incorrect. Enter Aeverys Devashar. Aeverys is a unique reincarnate—a half-Asura, half-Deva anomaly whose very soul holds the Tri-Powers: absolute Authority over Creation, Destruction, and Manipulation. Driven by an innate Impossibility Factor, he exists outside the grand design, allowing him to execute absolute anomalies that defy universal logic. He isn't a hero, and he isn't a demon lord; he’s a chronically exhausted, chain-smoking slacker who finds the architects of reality deeply annoying. From an abandoned club room within Shuchi'in Academy, Aeverys begins constructing the Sovereign Court—an untouchable, independent syndicate designed to rewrite the global script. By surgically exposing the psychological fractures of the world's most elite heroines, he shatters their cages, unleashes their latent divine artifacts, and anchors their souls directly to his own existance with his custom Gemisis key system. The old gods are bleeding. The corporate empires are fracturing. And a lazy teenager with a cigarette in his mouth is about to show them how easily their foundation burns.

In her past life, Su Yaoguang bought Xiao Yanci, supported his education, and helped him rise to great heights. She became his wife. Everyone praised him for never abandoning the farm girl who funded his rise. Su Yaoguang also believed she had found a good man. Unexpectedly, when she was seriously ill, she saw Xiao Yanci bring his first love and a child who resembled them both to her bedside. "Dad, mom, when will this person die?" the child asked, holding Xiao Yanci's hand. Xiao Yanci responded, "Soon, just wait a bit longer." That was the moment she realized: she had wasted her entire life on the wrong man. Returning to the age of fifteen, Su Yaoguang pointed at the bloody young boy: "I want him." In her past life, no matter what she gave Xiao Yanci, she only received a cold expression. This time, the young boy, like a wolf cub, dropped his guard; everything Sister gifted was the best. Sweet as milk. Devoted beyond reason. He melted her completely. Until one day, the young boy took a high position. Not wanting history to repeat itself, Su Yaoguang packed her things and slipped away at night, only to run into a man as noble and unattainable as a deity. "I've heard you call us siblings everywhere. Good sister, shouldn't we change what we call each other?"