pound of flesh fanfic

From Warhammer 30K: Flesh Ascendant [“When a 40k fan from the 21st century awakens as the Eleventh Primarch, evolution itself becomes the Imperium’s last weapon against the gods.”] Under the lure of the Four Ruinous Powers, the Empire fractures from within. The Horus Heresy looms, and the fate of Mankind drifts toward despair. Yet all is not lost. A soul from the 21st century awakens within the Eleventh Primarch. His name: Francis Crick. Armed with radical intellect and a body sculpted by evolution itself, he shall preserve the Imperium— and lead it into a new era. What others think of him: The Emperor: “...Annoyance.” Constantine Valdor: “He is everything that stands against my master’s design. And he is a vengeful bastard.” Leman Russ: “I hope Father doesn’t hear what he’s saying.” Horus: “I... trusted... him.” Fulgrim: “A shame. He is not with us.” Angron: “He... is... my brother.” Perturabo: “He is unexpected.” Ferrus Manus: “I... quite like him.” Sanguinius: “He is a little different—but my patron.” Lion El’Jonson: “He speaks truth.” Guilliman: "Sometimes, I can't tell whether he is jesting or saying most traitorus thing in Imperium." Alpharius: “He is unpredictable.” Alpharius Omegon: “...” Mortarion: "That cunning decieving Bastard" The Adeptus Custodes: “He dabbles in xeno-technocraft. Were it not for the Emperor’s word, our spears would have already found his heart.” Others: “...No comment.” What the Dark Gods say: Tzeentch, the Lord of Change: “He was not in my design.” Khorne, the Blood God: “Why does he not even acknowledge me?” Nurgle, the Lord of Decay: “How admirable... he drinks all that I pour forth.” Slaanesh, the Prince of Excess: “I cannot bear the sight of him...” Confronted by horrors beyond mortal comprehension, Francis Crick speaks but a single line: “Is this all you have to offer?” _______________ [RAW: 从战锤30K开始血肉飞升] __________________ #Warhammer30K #Action #Military #SciFi #WarAndStrategy #Grimdark #Psychological #ScienceFantasy #CosmicHorror #Reincarnation #LostPrimarch #GeneEvolution #Bioengineering #Transhumanism #Fleshcraft #ForbiddenScience #TechnologicalAscension #XenoTechnology #BiologicalAscension #PrimarchPhysiology #ChaosGods #Daemons #BeginningOf-HeresyEra #ImperiumOfMan #WarpCorruption #ForbiddenKnowledge #SecretProjects #AlternatePrimarch #ManVsChaos #RiseOfNewImperium#Deceptive #VengefulProtagonist #Prankster #Ragebaiter #Antihero #CunningStrategist #Brotherhood #MorallyGray #QuirkyScientist #ManipulativeButLoyal #RebellionAgainstFate #ScienceVsFaith #BrotherhoodThroughConflict #QuestioningDivinity #EvolutionOfHumanity #OrderThroughMutation #AlternateHistory #WarhammerFanfiction #LostLegion #SmartMC #GalaxySpanningWar

A true flesh crafter has been dropped into the titty land of DXD. But he cares little for the softcore hentai logic of the world and will take power however he will can, while still enjoying the easy waifus of the world with no shame.

Ordinary people train hard, only to end up as cannon fodder. Geniuses learn from the masters, but they still hit a wall. Great heroes learn from nature to create their own paths. But monsters? Monsters feed on everything, standing alone at the top of the mountain to look down on the world. Jinguji Yoru: "Flesh and blood are weak? That just means your muscles aren't hard enough." To him, special bodies, secret techniques, and divine powers are nothing but food. Using everything in the world as fuel, he will build the strongest physical body ever known. Worlds: Kengan Ashura, Baki, Kenichi: The Mightiest Disciple, Hell's Paradise, Hunter x Hunter, One Punch Man, Jujutsu Kaisen --- Support Me: patreon.com/U22 youtube.com/@animexfirst --- Please Note: I do not own anything in this fanfiction. The copyright belongs to their respective creators.

When a bitter, broken man dies from a freak explosion, he isn’t sent to the afterlife. He’s reborn as a symbiotic entity—a black, fluid predator that lives through others. That feels what they feel. That feeds. Dropped into the chaotic harem-world of To LOVE-Ru, he learns to bond with girls through their emotions, their bodies… and their biology. But this world is only the beginning. As the Symbiosis System grows, so does he. New hosts. New forms. New functions. And soon: access to other realities. He will infect multiverses. From anime to games, from futuristic worlds to fantasy realms, he will infiltrate their stories—take their heroines, alter their destinies, and plant new legacies. He doesn’t want love. Or power. He wants offspring. And every universe has new wombs to fill. They’ll wear him. Obey him. Crave him. And one by one, they’ll carry his daughters. There is Netori, NO NTR, Inc*st, mind control, harem, No YAOI All rights to the original content belong to their respective creators. if you want to support me [email protected]/KuroGlitch (change "@" with "a")

the author's name on the sites that I'm copying this over from is Redcoat_officer it is a pretty old fanfic Sonnie doesn't know which is real. The monster she hides in, or the shell she shows to the world. Is she even Sonnie, or is she just the creature? Khanivore is sharp, nasty, brutal and physically incapable of living beyond the tank they use to wheel her from death-match to death-match. A perfect match for the tattered spirit nestled inside the bioengineered flesh. Dicko and his girl stripped her of the false front she put out to the world, but something else sent her even further away. Away from her friends, from the found family she can no longer relate to, and into a world that's utterly unfamiliar to her, one where the fantastical is so very mundane and even monsters can find a place to belong. Lost and abandoned, she will find a home with a group of superpowered mercenaries as they struggle to find the truth of their origins. On the search, Sonnie might discover some truths of her own.

Flesh is weak I have always known that. Logic metal and steel are strength. They are right in how you must embrace the strength and certainty of steel. I need that more than ever because I'm now in a world that is out of my league. I have new enemies that hate me and who I am. I am stuck here in a place that isn't hope. Forever now till whatever end. Sort of a self-insert set in a massively AU DxD universe.

Peter Billings woke up on Level 34 with a body that didn't belong to him and a map of Silo 18 burned into his brain. As an IT worker with access to the server corridors, Peter discovers he possesses the Outside Flesh—a suite of abilities that let him feel the "Carrier Signal" of data moving through the walls and walk through the Silo as an "Unremarkable Man" whom Judicial sensors simply ignore. In a world where information is the only currency and the truth can get you sent Outside, Peter operates as a ghost in the machine. He isn't trying to lead a revolution; he’s trying to survive the bureaucratic horror of the Pact by using Intelligence-Action Pairs to stay three steps ahead of Bernard and the Founders. But as Juliette Nichols begins her ascent, Peter must decide if he will remain a silent observer or use the Shell to rewrite the Silo’s future from the deepest layers of its own code.

Headlights in the wrong lane were the last thing Kellen saw before waking up in the smoke of a burning Cintra. He isn't a Witcher, but his body is a living crucible that wages biological warfare on itself every time he eats. By consuming the flesh and marrow of monsters, he selectively integrates their traits—claws, night vision, and far worse. While Geralt hunts monsters for coin, Kellen hunts them for the evolution they provide, trying to stay human while his DNA becomes a chaotic mosaic of the Conjunction.Headlights in the wrong lane were the last thing Kellen saw before waking up in the smoke of a burning Cintra. He isn't a Witcher, but his body is a living crucible that wages biological warfare on itself every time he eats. By consuming the flesh and marrow of monsters, he selectively integrates their traits—claws, night vision, and far worse. While Geralt hunts monsters for coin, Kellen hunts them for the evolution they provide, trying to stay human while his DNA becomes a chaotic mosaic of the Conjunction.

Alex is an ordinary high-schooler. Aunts and uncles sent him proud texts for getting straight A's in his exams. His parents are excited for him to head off to college. Then, one night while cleaning tables and carrying plates, his stomach feels odd. That night he becomes a little less ordinary. ---- Hi! This is a story set in the universe of Invincible! I want the MC to feel grounded and realistic. The MC isn't a transmigrator, just a regular teenager.

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?"