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(Cover is not mine, All the characters in my story do not belong to me and the cover of this novel does not belong to me either. All credit goes to the owner not me ) ============================================= My name is Yamabuki Karen. I'm not pretending anymore, I'm coming clean: I'm a Transmigrator, and I have a System. My ability is that every day when I wake up, I randomly appear in someone's bed, and I also transform into a different anime character each day. Today, I woke up to find myself in Academy City, with Misaka Mikoto pointing her Railgun at me. Brothers, what do I do? Waiting online, it's urgent. P.S.: Friendly reminder, please discard your brain before reading this book. Another friendly reminder, the biggest logic in this book is that there is no logic. Yet another friendly reminder… Have you discarded your brain yet? Then come on in.

[Ding! Ultimate Troll Duel System Bound.] Jiang He transmigrated into the Yu-Gi-Oh Duel World with one simple goal: to become the King of Games. But unlike other duelists who rely on the "Heart of the Cards" or overwhelming dragons, Jiang He’s System gave him a different path. The Troll Deck. As long as he tilts his opponents and leaves them feeling absolute despair, he earns Emotion Points! These points can be exchanged for any deck, rare cards, and even supernatural abilities from the System Shop. Extreme Burn Decks? Toxic Stall Decks? The ability to see Duel Spirits? Even the power of Spirit Materialization? It is all within his grasp. While Kaiba and Yugi are busy summoning massive gods, Jiang He is slowly torturing his opponents with the most toxic traps in duel history. Dark Magician Girl: "I've decided to follow Jiang He, Master! Chu~!" Jiang He: "Dueling is all about bringing a 'smile' to your opponent's face... even if they are crying tears of absolute rage!"

[Naruto + Comedy + Semi-leveling-up + Making Up for Regrets + Let's Get This Party Started!] Uchiha Yoru transmigrated into the Naruto world and awakened the [Break Through Their Defenses and Grow Stronger System]. As long as he messes with people's heads, he can win all sorts of incredible techniques from the world of Naruto. To get stronger, Yoru began pulling off one outrageous stunt after another all over Konoha. He dumped trash in front of the Root organization's headquarters, smeared black paint all over the Third Hokage's crystal ball, and handed Rin ninety-nine roses right in front of Obito. The Uchiha clan is plotting a rebellion? Yoru flipped the table at the clan meeting on the spot: "You call this a rebellion? I'm marching straight to the Hokage's office to report every one of you tomorrow!" He drove the entire ninja world up the wall they wanted to offer him up as a sacrifice to the heavens but by then, he was already unrivaled across the ninja world! Visit my Patreon to read up to 95 chapters ahead and enjoy daily updates: patreon.com/Hestia02 75 POWER STONE = EXTRA CHAPTER

Alric doesn't remember Truck-Kun or a slippery bathroom tile but he is pretty sure he died. Why is he sure? Because he wasn't a Cave troll stumbling through Middle-earth before he woke up. Now empowered by his monstrous strength and a Tithe of the Devourer cheat (instructions sold separately) he sets forth. Alric decides to live by the motto of "F* it we ball!" Smaug the Terrible you say? Have you ever seen a black arrow fired with the full might of a Troll? Sauron's laying waste to all before him? Hold up why is that Troll on the wrong side of the battlefield. Balrog in the Mines of Moria? "You shall not pass!"..."Wait isn't that my line?" . Alric can't wait to put his rather large new nose wherever it doesn't belong; just as soon as he finds a way to avoid getting turned to stone by his first sunrise.

It was the hand. Because there, on the index finger of my right hand, was a very, very familiar golden ring with markings on it. A ring that I knew didn't belong anywhere but in a fantasy book. Holy shit, I was Sauron!

Cliche death ✓ Gets wish ✓ Reincarnated ✓ . . . But . Fuck . The . Plot . . Unless it's beneficial of course. Disclaimer: all characters belongs to their respective owners, I only own my OC. . . . No Harem.

A ‘Living Deadface’ creates a harem of Fate Waifus.

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.