painful birth fanfiction

The year is 4 years before the New Era. Less than five years remain until the descent of the "Great Tomb of Nazarick." Tang Zheng sat by the roadside, gnawing on a piece of black rye hard bread, his eyes filled with bewilderment, even a hint of despair. He had transmigrated into the world of Overlord. Well, that wasn't the problem, but the problem was that he had transmigrated directly into a different world. Thinking about the Great Tomb's actions to destroy various countries four years later, Tang Zheng shivered. The future seemed to offer only two choices: either be killed by the aftershocks, or survive by chance and become a citizen of the Sorcerer Kingdom. Or perhaps... Tang Zheng looked at the panel that appeared before his eyes—Innate Ability: 「Player」 —Since everyone is a player, why should I be afraid of you!

Year 4 of the New Calendar. There were less than five years left before the descent of the “Great Tomb of Nazarick.” Tang Zheng sat by the roadside, gnawing on a piece of hard rye bread. His eyes were filled with confusion — even a hint of despair. He had transmigrated into the world of *Overlord*. Well, that wasn’t the issue. The issue was that he had been transported *directly* into the new world. When he thought about how, four years later, the Great Tomb would destroy entire nations, Tang Zheng shivered. It seemed the future offered only two options: either be killed in the aftermath, or survive by sheer luck and become a citizen of the Sorcerous Kingdom. Or perhaps... Tang Zheng looked at the panel that appeared before his eyes — **Innate Ability: \[Player]** — "Since we’re all players, why the hell should I be afraid of you?!" --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- You can view the first 100 chapters for free on my p@atren. Since I can not upload many chapters at once or it will be blocked, I will upload 3 chapters daily. The entire novel is finished on my p@treon with 400chapter , [email protected]/mr_soolhoaf discord:https://discord.gg/XXJY4zU7sF  my website for free advance 80+chapters: soollhooaf.com/novels ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- All rights to the original content belong to their respective creators.

In the year 4 Before the New Calendar, just four years before the arrival of the Great Tomb of Nazarick, Lyle finds himself sitting by the roadside, gnawing on a piece of coarse black rye bread. His gaze is hollow, tinged with despair—he has been transported to the world of Overlord. The prospect of facing the devastating events to come chills him to the bone. In just a few years, the Great Tomb will unleash its might, razing nations and reshaping the world. Lyle foresees two grim paths ahead: perishing in the cataclysmic aftermath or surviving to live under the rule of the Sorcerer Kingdom. But as hopelessness threatens to consume him, a unique panel materializes before his eyes: Innate Ability: "Player". Armed with the same advantage as the feared entities of Nazarick, Lyle resolves to carve his destiny. If they're all players in this grand game, why should he cower before them? The race against time begins as he seeks to grow stronger, navigate the treacherous world, and defy the fate that looms ever closer.

Please note that this will be a very slow pace fic, you have been warned --- Four years before the New Calendar. Fewer than five years remained until the Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick would descend upon this world. Ethan sat by the side of the road, chewing a piece of rye bread. Confusion and a hint of despair filled his eyes. He had crossed over into the world of the Undead King. That alone was not the problem. The real issue was that he had arrived in this new world far too early. When he thought about the destruction the Great Tomb would bring to the surrounding nations in four years, Ethan shuddered. It seemed he had only two possible futures: to perish in the aftermath, or to survive by some miracle and become a citizen of the Sorcerer Kingdom. Or... Ethan looked at the panel that appeared before him. Job Class: Player Since we are all players, why should I be afraid of you!

Four years before the New Calendar. Less than five years remained before the descent of the Great Tomb of Nazarick. Sakeer sat by the roadside, gnawing on a chunk of coarse rye bread. His eyes were clouded with confusion—perhaps even a trace of despair. He had crossed into another world. Not just any world, but the world ruled by the King of the Undead. That alone wasn’t the issue. The problem was where he had landed. In four years’ time, Nazarick would rise, sweeping aside kingdoms as if they were nothing. When Sakeer thought about that inevitable march of destruction, his body shivered. Two futures seemed certain: —to be crushed in the crossfire, or —to survive as a subject of the Sorcerer King’s Magic Kingdom. Or perhaps… something else. Sakeer’s gaze fell to the translucent panel floating before him. Innate Ability: [Player]. A slow, determined smile crept across his face. “Since everyone here is just a piece on the board… why can’t I be the one moving the pieces—and the player itself?” ----- #No-Harem #Controller #BehindtheScenes #Schemes #OVERLORD

Follow our mc as he is reborn in the world of Naruto. Read as he faces the worst of humanity and fights the darkness threatening to consume him. The mc will be a ruthless demon to his enemies but an angel to his allies. So read and follow as our mc faces tragedy after tragedy and climbs his way to power with no plot armor(I hate characters with to much plot armor that’s why I decided to have the mc reborn as Naruto a character who’s plot armor was as tho k as the Mariana Trench is deep) This is the same story as my first story I just accidentally posted in the novels category instead of the fan-fic category like I wanted it in so I’m re-posting it here. Any new chapters will be on this story not the old one. Sorry for the inconvenience.

A guy is going down the street when he suddenly sees how a man is about to be run over, in a moment of courage the guy throws himself and manages to save the man from being run over, but he ends up dying instead. When he opens his eyes again he finds himself as a soul and the opportunity to reincarnate. What his quirk be? What kind of quirk is that. He accompanies our protagonist in the world of My Hero Academia where he will enjoy his new life and seek to reach the top. (Also trying to conquer one or another girl along the way). P.S: I hate NTR, so in my fanfic, you will never find the MC being fooled. You can read calmly. If you want to support me for pa-treon I will be very grateful, there you will also find some early chapters and it will be of great help to me, thanks for reading: Patre-on /acoms I will also be publishing this work on RoyalRoad, you can find it with the same name. PUBLICATION SCHEDULE: 1 Chapter every other day. today I go up a chapter and tomorrow I don't, the next I do and the next I don't, and so on. ************************** DISCLAIMER: I do not own My Hero Academia and any of its characters. The only thing that belongs to me is the OC characters and some changes in the story.

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?"

A mission gone wrong sends military doctor Han Lei tumbling through time, straight into the arms of a fallen Prince in a war-torn era. With a bizarre excuse to keep a doctor by his side, the battle-scarred general finds himself completely undone by her soft words and gentle hands. Han Lei's wish is to earn silver and marry a strong man. The Prince’s wish is to seek development and marry a gentle wife. Two people, four desires, who will bend first? --- She's a dignified modern woman who crossed through time. How could she stand by and let these ancient fools bully her husband? He's a national hero, yet nearly got himself killed over that damn loyalty of his. She asks him: "What are you thinking?" He answers: "My heart is dead, you know what I am thinking." She curls her lips, turns to leave a sentence: "Then what are you waiting for? Go do him now!"

"This is the first time—and the last." That's what Asher Keating told her, cold-faced and buttoning his shirt, after one night he never should have had. Leah Sinclair was no one. A broke college student buried in debt after her grandmother's surgery, selling her evenings at a high-end escort club just to survive. She wasn't supposed to end up in his bed. He wasn't supposed to come back. But he did. After the second time and the third, Leah cursed viciously in her heart: "Damn man! You really can't trust a word men say." Many years later, Asher looked at Leah sleeping beside him and sighed to himself: "Sure enough, you shouldn't be with the same woman more than three times, or you'll really be in for it." Was it possession... or affection? A choice that began as a transaction but became true love, with only the wish... to never forget their original intentions.