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Steven is a total newbie who just got isekai’d into the world of Terra. But before all this, he spent years surviving in the blocky world of Minecraft, living the slow and cautious life of a seasoned Minecrafter. Thanks to that history, he almost got forcefully ejected by Terra’s world will the moment he arrived— “Don’t just toss me back to the world where even the sun is a square!” In order to survive in this world—where at least the girls have pointy faces instead of square ones—Steven has no choice but to dive into one chaotic event after another, all to raise something called his "World Acknowledgement Point" and earn his stay. This includes, but is not limited to: Fighting infected; Fighting the Church of the Deep; Fighting eldritch horrors from the sea; And, of course… Fending off suspiciously grateful girls with very ungrateful intentions. . . . . . . . . . Gladiia: “Steven, why do you always get yourself involved in those troublesome land-dweller affairs? I find it… intriguing.” Steven: “Hey, it's about the experience, you know?” Gladiia: “Then why are you always the one who ends up solving everything?” Steven: “Well, I’m already here, right? May as well go all in…”

"Terra Aeterna: The Rise of Humanity's War Machine" After being exiled from the world of Super Seminary, Kenthelion Celestus receives a gift from the War Points System: a portal to an unknown universe. He steps through... and finds himself thrown into the midst of a primal multiverse war, where Zerg, Tyranids, and new Chaos entities dominate everything. On this planet of destruction, Kent rises with the face of the young Emperor of Mankind, possessing absolute power, and one goal: to build an Imperium of humanity that will conquer all worlds. For 30,000 years, he forges an invincible civilization. With armies of humans from Warhammer, StarCraft, Gundam, Mass Effect, and HALO, he battles the new Chaos Gods-Velzareth, Nymethys, Vael'thara, and Zhal'Zareth-and faces millions of aliens from cursed dimensions. But this is just the beginning. The worlds of anime, games, and comics will fall one by one. The Emperor has returned. And the entire multiverse will kneel. Disclaimer: This fanfiction, inspired by various movies, anime, games, and comics-including but not limited to Warhammer 40K, StarCraft, Gundam, Mass Effect, HALO, and Super Seminary-is written purely for entertainment and non-commercial purposes. I do not own the original intellectual properties. This work is also part of my journey to practice writing English novels before creating my own original story.

Terra Aeterna: Rise of Humanity's War Machine After being exiled from the world of Resident Evil, Reuel Kaen Celestus is granted a gift by the War Points System-a portal to an unknown universe. He steps through... only to find himself thrown into the heart of a primordial multiversal war, where the Zerg, Tyranids, Protoss, Eldar, and countless other alien races and Chaos entities dominate all. On this shattered world, Reuel rises with the face of a young Emperor of Mankind, wielding absolute power and a singular purpose: to forge a new Imperium of Man that will conquer every realm. Over 30,000 years, he builds an indomitable civilization. Commanding legions of humanity drawn from Warhammer, StarCraft, Gundam, Mass Effect, and HALO, he wages war against the Chaos Gods: Khorne - The Blood God Tzeentch - The Changer of Ways Nurgle - The Plague Father Slaanesh - The Prince of Excess and ancient enemies like Amon - The Fallen One and the Xel'Naga. But this is only the beginning. Anime worlds, video games, and comic universes will fall-one by one. The Emperor has returned. And the multiverse will kneel. --- Disclaimer: This fanfiction is inspired by various films, anime, games, and comics-including but not limited to Warhammer 40K, StarCraft, Gundam, Mass Effect, HALO, and Super Seminary. It is written purely for entertainment and non-commercial purposes. I do not own the copyrights to any original intellectual properties referenced herein. This work is also part of my personal journey to practice writing in English before creating my own original novels.

The old world is dying, and the new world struggles to be born. And so, this is the time of monsters.

Imagine a country where the religious leader is the eldest sister of a family, the economic backbone is the eldest brother, and both the head of government and the speaker of parliament are the third sibling. Does such a nation have any hope for the future? “In short, the Tri-Clan Council has reached a decision. You will serve as the first Speaker of the National Assembly of Kjerag.” Faced with his elder brother, Silverash, who had never been known for acting like a decent terran being, Ernest Silverash let out a long sigh. In this version of Terra, where the timeline had clearly gone off the rails, he could only turn to the ever-mysterious netizens for help: “Thanks for the invite. I’m on Terra, just became Prime Minister. How do I govern this bizarre little country?”

In a Terra where men and women’s values—and power—are completely reversed, Chen Mo is a male Draco who only wants one thing: to erase his name and live quietly in obscurity. But the world will not let him. “I won’t let you run. You’re the key to continuing the Draco bloodline.” “You’re my brother. As a man, you can’t be this rude and coarse. I’ll discipline you personally.” “Little brother… are you truly my blood relative?” Like hell I am. I’m a fabricated nobody, conjured out of thin air—I don’t have anything to do with any of you.

My Patreon : patreon.com/TrueAngel? The Blood Demons are on Terra's five-star blacklist? So what does that have to do with me, this 'Lucifer'? If you've got the guts, go deal with 'Duq'arael' over there. I'd be happy to arrange a full-package funeral service for you. For you, that is... As a Blood Demon with an infamous reputation across the continent, Lucifer thought it was about time he cleared up the rumors for himself! Before he cut ties with the Blood Demons. But first, Lucifer had to decide on something more tangible to do. "Let's find some chocolate to eat." "You're a Blood Demon and you eat that kind of thing?" "It's just chocolate, isn't it?" "....."

I never thought that one day I would travel through time. I never imagined I would become a character from an anime. And I never thought I would end up on this land filled with suffering. ‘Magiya Baku-nai,’ Kanna stretched out her little hand, catching a passing Originium Slug, then gulped it down whole with a ‘yow,’ before patting her clothes which had gotten a bit dirty… ====================== It's a translation work I don't own it Raw : 变身康娜在泰拉

You saw the birth of the Imperium. You saw its dawn. You saw its agony as the fires of betrayal consumed Terra. But even in your darkest hour, you did not give up and you fought on. Even when it seemed there was no hope. The Imperium has survived, albeit at great cost. But your enemies will not give up and want to bring the flames of war back to Terra! Fulfill your duty! Fight and defend her! Do not shame yourself or your legion! Awaken the White Scar!

Death came swiftly. A truck, a moment of impact, then nothing. What came after was unexpected. A god, bored and seeking entertainment, offered three wishes and a new world to explore. The choice seemed simple at the time. Ryougi Shiki's template, complete with the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception that see the end of all things. A gacha system rewarding interference with fate through random legendary weapons. And time, endless time, to grow strong enough to survive. Then came Terra. A world of mobile cities fleeing natural disasters. Of crystalline infection that grants power while slowly killing its hosts. Of conflicts between the infected and those who fear them, violence born from desperation on both sides. I arrived knowing nothing. No context, no preparation, just the ability to see death lines on everything and a tanto at my hip. The first days taught hard lessons. That strength alone means nothing without understanding. That people die easily when you know exactly where to cut. That some threats operate on scales beyond mortal comprehension. Then I met Rhodes Island. A pharmaceutical company fighting an impossible war against disease and prejudice. Operators who wielded power with purpose rather than abandon. And a mysterious Doctor who recognized what I was the moment we met. They revealed truths I hadn't considered. That Terra had changed, its timeline fractured by the arrival of others like us. That a goddess calling herself the Lion King conquered an entire nation in three days with divine authority blazing. That more entities from impossible places were appearing, each with their own agendas and power. But simple survival was never the goal. Terra bleeds. The infected suffer systemic oppression. Reunion fights with terrorism born from justified rage. Nations prepare for wars that will kill millions. And somewhere above it all, a goddess prepares continental conquest while treating mortal life as irrelevant to divine purpose. The Mystic Eyes of Death Perception show me how everything ends. Lines traced across reality itself, revealing mortality in all things. Even gods can die if you know where to cut. The question is whether I can grow strong enough, fast enough, to reach those lines before Terra drowns in violence. This is the story of an assassin learning to protect instead of kill. Of gamers coordinating impossible operations with incomplete information. Of a world caught between conflicts it understands and forces it doesn't. The god wanted entertainment. They're going to get a show they'll never forget. Because I didn't come to Terra to watch it burn. I came to see if fiction made real can be saved by someone who shouldn't exist. And I have all the time in the world to find out. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This is my own AU so don't be surprised if there are characters in a different place at a different time than the actual plot after all in this story, there is no real, no script. They all have their own plans. Their own goals. But in front of the God's sandbox? All is equal.