champ bear fanfic

Ning Tian traveled to the Douluo Continent and awakened the god-level side effect system. This unique system grants him the ability to transfer his own disadvantages to others, thereby gaining benefits for himself. This is a translation. Name : 斗罗：好处我来，副作用你扛 Author : 丁家阿宅

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When you're reborn as Jorah Mormont you ain't got much. A Dad looking to bale and go spend his days hanging out with the guys on the Wall, a wild Aunt raising your wild cousins you can't stand, an arranged marriage to a girl you never met with a dowry almost low enough to be an insult, and a populace of smallfolk so inebriated and incompetent its no wonder nothing's changed around here in 8,000 years. Hopefully the gold finger granted by Levid's Magically Wheel of Reincarnation can help. A really nice pair of testicles. With that, the right attitude, and a shovel I have everything I need to dig a nice grave to lay in. Or Bag End. Let's see which happens first. You can support me and my family at ko - fi . com / jmanm

A man gets reincarnated as one of the silly bipedal honey-loving magical murder bears on Azeroth in World of Warcraft. One of the races commonly massacred in early game quests. His goals; to survive and avoid the corruption and daily destruction of his new species, the furbolgs.

In a medieval fantasy world, maintaining one's beliefs—or even staying unscathed—is a daunting task. The common folk here are far from innocent; they are ignorant, greedy, and cruel. The nobility, too, lacks nobility; they are cunning, ruthless, and tyrannical. But... not all are created equal. Lan placed his hand over his chest, feeling the beat of his heart and the expansion of his lungs. He reckoned that no matter the world—even those interconnected by the Conjunction of the Spheres—he would uphold his own values and sense of morality. And doing that, is only achievable by having great power. A multi-world journey through realms, where decisive action and sharp intellect reign supreme. ***** If you want to enjoy more chapters or simply want to show your love, you can check my Patreon. https://www.patreon.com/FictionForge

He woke up as Carmen Berzatto — thirty seconds into a family dinner he didn't remember sitting down to, carrying a dead brother's grief and a restaurant on its last week of oxygen. The Mise came with the apron: a generational craft system older than the Beef, older than Mikey, passed down through three Berzatto kitchens and now his to carry or lose. He knows the show. He knows what Claire means to Carmy, what Richie becomes at Forks, what Sydney almost walks away from. But foreknowledge curdles the moment you change anything — and the Mise is already changing everything, because you cannot use a system that rewards honesty and keep lying to the people who love you.

Hank Williams — lifelong fan of Hercule Satan, believer in human potential over alien destiny — dies suddenly. Five days before the Cell Games, the original Hercule Satan dies from heart failure brought on by stress, fear, and shame. He knows he cannot defeat Cell, and he cannot bear the thought of his daughter Videl watching him die live on television.

!!! Low effort fanfiction !!! It barely diverges from cannon, but I do change little things. This center's around Eddie, my OC, who is the 17 year old son of Kenny and Katjaa, and the older brother of Duck. I do not own Telltale's Walking Dead, only my OC (or OCs if I decide to add more).

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!"