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System: "My foolish host, do you desire to master Ninjutsu?" Host: "No! I crave the affection of girls—soft, cute ones like Hinata or Sakura!" System: "Achieve the pinnacle of the shinobi world, surpass even the Hokage, and you can have anything your heart desires." Host: "Then teach me Ninjutsu! I desire it more than ramen from Ichiraku!"

Traveling through Douluo, Lan Tian acquired the term "late bloomer." At six, his spirit was Blue Silver Grass, and his innate spirit power was level one. Many called him useless, but I ignored them. At sixteen, he barely broke through level ten and absorbed a four-hundred-year spirit ring. Everyone mocked me, saying that despite my efforts, I couldn't even match a single one, but I ignored them. At thirty-one, he barely broke through level twentieth and absorbed an eight-hundred-year spirit ring. Some were amazed that a Blue Silver Grass with a level one spirit power could achieve this. At fifty-five, he barely broke through level thirtieth and absorbed a seventeen-hundred-year spirit ring. Some expressed regret, believing that if he had been more talented, with perseverance, he might have achieved Titled Douluo status. At seventy-eight, he barely broke through level forty and absorbed an eight-thousand-year spirit ring. Many of his generation were already dead. At ninety-one, he broke through level fifty and absorbed a fifteen-thousand-year spirit ring...

"What village hero? What shinobi world peace? In the end, it's nothing more than the pitiful cycle of humanity slaughtering one another for selfish gain, century after century." Yet the boy’s resolve never wavered. His purpose was clear—to fight! Fight! To battle endlessly for one thing and one thing only: True freedom. ─────────────────────── Patreon: patreon.com/King_Levi

Hinata Hyuuga does not like Naruto Namikaze one bit. He's arrogant, brash, wild, and all around a waste of space, something that makes their impending marriage highly unfortunate. Why couldn't he be more like Fox, the mysterious, dominant shinobi that Hinata hasn't been to get out of her head? Now that was a man worth tying the knot with. Preferably multiple. Around her wrists. In a bed all to themselves...

They call the new machinist a miracle worker, the one who fixes gearboxes everyone else scrapped. They don't know you buried a failed robotics startup on Earth and woke broke in this back-alley body on Sable, the day the Mainspring lit up. Rule one: I rank you by CORE-GRADE, Workshop at the bottom, and every gearbox you save climbs the ladder. Rule two: Linkage pilots fifty drones straight from your skull, logged as a full payroll. Rule three: your skull has a ceiling, one blink from the stall. Dana Okafor, your new COO, shredded three predatory contracts on day one and doesn't care how the shop runs, only that it does. She thinks it's a real crew. It's you, and fifty machines wearing their names. Victor Crane's megacorp already dropped a card on your desk, like they smell the fifty ghosts you hide. Their man comes back Friday. The Mainspring says you're almost out of headroom.

After a freak accident involving a soda bottle and a power strip, Roland transmigrates from modern Berlin into the body of a penniless peasant in a world of swords and sorcery. He’s armed with a "System" based on the brutal game Lobotomy Corporation, allowing him to manifest eldritch Abnormalities into god-like power. But there’s a catch: a 50-day countdown has begun. When it hits zero, the apocalyptic "Six-Color Ordeals" will descend. To survive the coming midnight, Roland must abandon his farm, join the Adventurers' Guild, and harvest enough soul-energy to turn himself into a walking fortress before the world ends.

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An ordinary author falls asleep in his bed and wakes up in an infinite, sterile void. There, he is forced by a ruthless, mechanical entity to take on the role of "Artifice": an architect of impossible rules. His mission is to design power systems and magic from scratch, then insert them into simulation worlds to observe if life survives them... or destroys itself in the process. But playing god comes with a price, and reality does not accept miracles without a brutal sacrifice. (Disclaimer: The original story is natively written in Portuguese. The English version was generated by a translator, as the author writes in another language.)

A Od Laguna estava observando o mundo de seu plano astral, porem notou que ao longo do tempo ela tem começado a ficar entediada, ate que ela sentiu Satella invocando Subaru, observando essa ideia Od Laguna pensou "por que não fazer isso para retirar o meu tédio crescente?" e ela o fez, invocou um garoto para o mundo de Rezero

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?"