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An unidentified extraterrestrial visitor arrives in this world, carrying the memories of an unfortunate traveler from another realm. On a night when a meteor streaks across the sky, three souls who were once unrelated merge into one. How will Aoko Aozaki·Alter use knowledge beyond the Type-Moon universe to reverse various tragedies? Type-Moon fan fiction + Multiverse traversal =========== ===== Read Advanced Chapters at Patreon.com/AbsoluteCode Join Discord: https://discord.gg/9zUZj5ksxM For More info Visit: https://www.novelupdates.com/series/aozaki-aoko-case-file/

No Compound V. No Vought file. No threat tier. Wade transmigrated into a security contractor's body the week before Becca Butcher's secret detonates the team — military-adjacent, undocumented, carrying the foreknowledge of how every person in this crew dies if nothing changes. He doesn't perform for Homelander; he positions around outcomes before they happen and delivers accurate intel as jokes Hughie laughs at and nobody writes down. The Boys are reactive by design — Vought moves, they answer late. Wade has been doing something different. The performance is armor. The armor became a personality. Both are true. Vought has protocols for everything they can classify. They have never classified him. Monique noticed the gap between the joke and the man weeks ago. She is the only person he has no backup plan for.

Hawkins was never supposed to have more than one monster. It was supposed to be Eleven. Years before the Upside Down bled into reality, Hawkins Lab ran a second experiment one that never made the reports. Subject No. 16 was not born powerful. He was reshaped. Reincarnated with fragments of a past life he can barely remember, No. 16 grows up inside white rooms and observation glass, his memories stripped away by trauma and procedure. What remains is instinct. Direction. Force. He cannot lift minds or crush skulls like the others but he can alter vectors, bend motion, redirect impact, and tilt reality just enough to survive. When a containment failure ripples through Hawkins, forgotten files resurface and No. 16 slips into the world outside the lab. As strange deaths, impossible physics, and missing children begin to overlap, the town edges closer to a truth it was never meant to uncover. While Eleven tears open doors between worlds, No. 16 moves quietly in the shadows, changing outcomes by a few inches, a few seconds, a single wrong direction. Some experiments break the world. Others learn how to push it without being seen. Hawkins File: No. 16 is a slow-burn supernatural thriller about lost identity, controlled power, and the terrifying idea that the most dangerous weapon isn’t raw strength but precision.

I woke up as Kim-Do, the legendary leader of Ganguk High. Now I must play the role of this invincible hero: his quest system, his loyal gang, his dangerous rivals. There's only one problem: I'm not him. And if anyone discovers my secret, I'm dead. System, help me!

Just another brick in the wall.

An off-center Reichsmark with a fourth claw stamped into its eagle waits on Ezra Strand's washstand the morning of April 12, 1929, and when his blood touches it a cabaret playbill scrolls across his vision and a saxophone only he can hear begins to play. He is a fingerprint clerk at Berlin's Alex headquarters with four years of history before the Reichstag burns and a covenant of survivors he has read about in footnotes everyone else called nonsense. He can trace any bill back through seven hands, wear another man's face for a day, hear through telephone wires, and feel the war-dead he failed to save. Berlin is sick beneath the gaslight, a militarist substrate hardening toward something with Hitler at its center, and the coin tells him he is the seventh seat of a 189-year compact with four living members left to find. Every power he spends costs a memory, a kilogram, a tremor, or a year of his life. He cannot stop history. He can only decide who survives it.

Rizky tinggal di kos-kosan sempit di pinggiran Jakarta Selatan, kamar 2×3 meter yang lantainya selalu lembab karena atap bocor. Umur 24 tahun, lulusan SMK teknik komputer, tapi sudah dua tahun nganggur. Tiap malam ia hanya bisa menatap layar HP retak sambil menghitung berapa hari lagi ia bisa makan mie instar sebelum listrik mati karena tunggakan. Akankah rizki mendapat kan happy ending? buruan baca sebelum terlewat

Before the Golden Age of Supers, when the concept of a hero was still new and the rules were undefined, came Gamma Jack: a charismatic, narcissistic, and overpowering man blessed with the power to control radiation. To the public, he is the first great idol; to secret agencies, a ticking time bomb; and to women, an irresistible magnet. Jack doesn't seek justice or altruism: he sees Supers as a superior race destined to rule humanity, and he is willing to be the face of this new race. Can an age of heroes be born from the will of a tyrant?

Before the Golden Age of Supers, when the concept of a hero was still new and the rules were undefined, came Gamma Jack: a charismatic, narcissistic, and overpowering man blessed with the power to control radiation. To the public, he is the first great idol; to secret agencies, a ticking time bomb; and to women, an irresistible magnet. Jack doesn't seek justice or altruism: he sees Supers as a superior race destined to rule humanity, and he is willing to be the face of this new race. Can an age of heroes be born from the will of a tyrant?

Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"