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the first year. "There's something about Luke Field, but not much. I could do what he does now when I was ten," Tony Stark told reporters. the second year. "Well, I admit that I was a little bit misjudged. Luke Field is a genius, just like me. I think our communication will collide with more sparks of inspiration." Tony Stark was a little embarrassed. The third year. "Although I don't want to admit it, Luke Field's growth rate has indeed exceeded my expectations. I have to work hard not to be left too far." Tony Stark's face was stinky. fourth year. "Facing Luke Field, I think I need to hang up." Tony Stark spread his hands helplessly. [Infinite flow of the heavens, non-fusion](It is Chinese Translation) Support Me: https://ko-fi.com/arcaneyes123

Year One: "There’s something about Luke Field, though not much," Tony Stark told reporters with a confident grin. "I could probably do what he’s doing now when I was ten." Year Two: "Okay, I’ll admit it—I might’ve underestimated him," Tony said, a little sheepish. "Luke Field is a genius, just like me. I’m sure our work will spark some serious innovation together." Year Three: "I don’t want to say it, but Luke Field's progress has definitely surpassed what I expected," Tony muttered, a frown tugging at his lips. "I’ll have to step up my game to keep pace." Year Four: "Honestly, facing off against Luke Field... I might just need to throw in the towel," Tony said with a dramatic shrug, looking both impressed and a little defeated.

I don't want to hurt you but I want you to stay.

Dying in a war was never part of the plan. Waking up as Luke Skywalker certainly wasn't. Reborn on Tatooine with all the memories of a previous life, Luke has no intention of becoming a hero. Saving the galaxy sounds exhausting, and the original timeline is filled with enough tragedies to convince anyone that staying out of history is the smartest option. Unfortunately, surviving as the adopted son of moisture farmers is easier said than done. Years of boredom lead to dangerous experiments with the Force. Dangerous experiments attract impossible mentors. Childhood friendships grow into carefully cultivated alliances. And every attempt to avoid trouble only seems to draw it closer. As whispers of the Dark Side spread across the Outer Rim, Darth Vader begins seeing impossible visions, Imperial Inquisitors start asking the wrong questions, and the future refuses to follow the script Luke remembers. Now he must decide whether changing fate is worth the risk. Because canon is coming. And this time, it already knows he's there. An Expanded Universe-inspired Star Wars fanfiction featuring a reincarnated Luke Skywalker, with elements from both Legends and selected Disney canon.

Aliens to Gods. From Powers to Magic. From death to life. Where does our Protagonist stand? Well, of course, the top.

Reza, a rich middle-aged NEET gets reincarnated into Final Fantasy VII world after filling a questionnaire on the net. How will his life be as Sephiroth Twin brothers?

Mini-fanfic inspirada na música "Hurt", de Christina Aguilera. "... E eu feri a mim mesmo ao ferir você..." Louis e Harry se conheceram jovens e estiveram juntos por anos, mesmo que esse amor apenas trouxesse dor causada por cada ferida que era aberta em ambos os corações... ~*~ * Essa fanfic é de minha total autoria! * Plágio é crime! * Fanfic em forma de diário! * Contém tópicos sensíveis. * Não recomendada à pessoas de emocional frágil!

Current Worlds: Marvel - Main World Pacific Rim - Minor World The first year- "Luke Field has some talent, but not much. I was doing what he's doing now when I was ten," Tony Stark said to the reporters. The second year- "Okay, I admit I might have underestimated him. Luke Field is a genius, a genius just like me. I think our exchanges will spark even more brilliant ideas," Tony Stark said, somewhat embarrassed. The third year- "Although I don't want to admit it, Luke Field’s rate of growth has definitely surpassed my expectations. I’ve got to work harder so I don’t fall too far behind," Tony Stark said, his expression sour. The fourth year- "Facing Luke Field, I think I need to hang up," Tony Stark said, spreading his hands helplessly. Raw: 美漫：从制造者卢克开始

Luke lost his dragon in Shipbreaker Bay but not his life. He woke up in a wagon with his hands tied. "Hey, you. You're finally awake-" And so it began his story in Skyrim. Update every other day, so 3-4 chapters a week.

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?"