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In 2003, the NBA was entering a new age. Michael Jordan had just walked away for the final time. LeBron James had just arrived. Carmelo Anthony was carrying Syracuse hype into the league. Kobe and Shaq were heading toward a collapse. The Spurs were building a dynasty. And in Portland, the most chaotic team in basketball was still known by one infamous name: The Jail Blazers. The reincarnated Lucas Liu enters the league with memories of the future, a sharp tongue, and a strange system that rewards him for breaking opponents mentally before correcting them on the court. Trash talk becomes currency and becomes fuel for his growth. Every insult, every rivalry, every humiliation pushes him closer to greatness. They thought Portland needed saving. Lucas had a different idea. He would turn the Jail Blazers into his prison yard. He would turn every opponent into an inmate. And by the time the league understood what he was, it was already too late. The Warden had arrived. ------------------------------------------- NBA Translation! Not AI slop! Uploading 2 chapters/day 100 advance chapters on Pat reon! Power Stone Goals = Bonus Chapters!

Thrown into the world of Bleach and locked inside Hell itself, Naraku awakens a “Justice System”: suppress a sinner, gain a reward. In a universe built on original sin—Soul Reapers who are butchers, nobles who mutilated the Soul King, Hollows who devour each other—what does true justice look like?

(Re-upload) The world of Ice and Fire has seen dragons, shadow-binders, and priests who drag the dead back screaming. In seven thousand years of recorded history, it has never produced a Shaman. Dongar Kaygal intends to correct that. He arrives in Westeros with a bearskin cloak, a System stripped of everything flashy, and a craft built entirely on listening to things the world has forgotten it is full of. He has no health bars and no mana pools. Just Spirits, bargained with one painful conversation at a time, and a mission from Creation that arrives without a single word of explanation. The North is vast, old, and full of silences. He finds he does not mind that at all. A Shaman walks into Westeros where the Spirits were already waiting.

A Warden in Westeros Fandom: A Song of Ice and Fire / Game of Thrones Synopsis: After falling asleep while playing For Honor, a man awakens to find himself no longer in his world. He has been cast ashore in Westeros, but not as himself. His body, his skills, and his gear are now those of his in-game character, transformed by the legendary Warden avatar. Equipped with his finest armor and sword yet utterly alone in a land of brutal politics and ancient feuds, his only goal is to live a quiet life and survive. Author's Note: This story is a polished version of the original fanfiction Game Of Thrones: A Knight's Tale by Kagetanehiruko. My goal is to refine the grammar and prose while faithfully preserving the original plot, characters, and vision. All credit for the original story, its world, and its characters belongs to Kagetanehiruko. Please Read Before Proceeding: Content & Style: This rewrite maintains the original plot and story progression exactly. No new scenes have been added. It was done for my personal satisfaction, and I am sharing it purely for others who might prefer a more polished reading experience. If you are looking for new content, this is not the story for you. Mature Content Handling: The original story contains mature themes and NSFW/"lemon" scenes. In this version, while these events are acknowledged as happening within the plot, the explicit writing is avoided. The narrative will tactfully "fade to black". You have been warned. Respectful Engagement: Please do not write negative comments or reviews regarding the nature of this rewrite. Feedback on the polishing itself is welcome, but complaints about the lack of new content or the handling of mature scenes are not. Such comments will be removed. Copyright & Respect: This is a non-profit fanwork. A Song of Ice and Fire and Game of Thrones are the property of George R.R. Martin. For Honor is the property of Ubisoft. This is posted with respect for the original author, and should Kagetanehiruko request its removal, it will be taken down immediately. Cover Art sourced from Pinterest — Night_Sword

Paxton transmigrated into a Lieutenant Commander assigned to a frontier sector nobody at Starfleet HQ wanted to manage: six governors with conflicting interests, a supply chain that breaks every three weeks, and Wolf 359 survivors who still need somewhere real to land. He has a municipal project manager's instincts and the foreknowledge of every TNG crisis sorted by impact radius. Supply Chain Link tracks every deficit across six colony worlds. Expansion Log records permanent consequences in a sector where the reset button does not exist. Territory Panel maps his growing web of governors and refugees. He is not building a military asset. He is building infrastructure that outlasts what the Enterprise handles dramatically, because the Borg are coming whether the colonies are governed or not. Picard has noticed his reports are unusually thorough. Ogawa noticed before Picard did.

Rai wakes up inside American Horror Story: Coven with the Grimoire of the Eternal Prison, a book that can contain any supernatural anomaly. His hunt begins in New Orleans, where ghosts, serial killers, and demons prowl, and every entity he imprisons brings him closer to the title of Supreme Warlock. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This is a translation but I clean most of the poison like nationalism and racism.If you want to read the original this is the raw name 杀穿美恐，从女巫集会开始

Born the heir of House Stark yet bound to a secret legacy, Elias Stark is marked from childhood by the gaze of the Old Gods. At five years old, he survives an attempt on his soul by the Three-Eyed Raven, sealing a pact between him and the ancient powers that sleep beneath the weirwoods. From that day, he walks two paths—lordling and god-chosen, warrior and creator. Disclaimer- I do not claim or own any of the original characters or creations that belong to their respective creators except for my own OC. I'm a first-time writer, so I'm using AI to better form my sentences and storyline. The cover is AI-generated

Evan Ward wakes in The Walking Dead with a butcher's instincts and a brutal game-like system. Survival is only the start. To protect the few worth saving, he'll have to carve order out of the apocalypse before the walkers, the living, and the Blood Moon turn him into something worse.

Stella Sterling, born into wealth, had always followed the rules. Jaded by the hypocrisy of high society, she suddenly had a whim one day to have an ordinary romance. Thus, a fabricated rumor that Stella Sterling had spent a fortune to hire a Matchmaker from a dating site to find her a partner quickly spread through her circles. Those on good terms with her teased and watched the fun. Those on bad terms with her waited to see her become a joke. Later, an employee from the dating website revealed, "The company was acquired with an investment from a Vicenzan tycoon, and the profile of a certain female member with the surname Sterling was hidden overnight." The public speculated wildly about the identities of the Vicenzan tycoon and the female member with the surname Sterling. - Later on, a candid street photo that was accidentally captured went viral. In the dense night of The Spire on Vesper Island— Beside a Benz, a handsome, composed, and dignified man lifted a striking beauty in a red dress with one arm, pressing her against the car door and lowering his head for a deep kiss. In the faint light and shadow, the woman's flowing hair was swept by the wind, wrapping around the man's finger, which wore a pinky ring. Like a footnote to a romance, and even more like a vintage film frame etched into the axis of time. Someone immediately dug up the man's identity based on clues from the photo. The eldest son of Vicenza's Rhodes Family—low-profile and inscrutable, cold and untamable, and also the powerful contemporary authority of The Vesper Circle. And the alluring, glamorous belle by his side was none other than Stella Sterling. When the street photo spread to the mainland, everyone excitedly exclaimed: "The case is solved, the case is solved—"

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?"