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An unidentified extraterrestrial visitor arrives in this world, carrying the memories of an unfortunate traveler from another realm. On a night when a meteor streaks across the sky, three souls who were once unrelated merge into one. How will Aoko Aozaki·Alter use knowledge beyond the Type-Moon universe to reverse various tragedies? Type-Moon fan fiction + Multiverse traversal =========== ===== Read Advanced Chapters at Patreon.com/AbsoluteCode Join Discord: https://discord.gg/9zUZj5ksxM For More info Visit: https://www.novelupdates.com/series/aozaki-aoko-case-file/

[Starting in Tokyo, staying overnight for the first time. 】 [Only by becoming stronger can you stop everyone’s mouths. 】 【Only by becoming better can you live without regrets. 】 A boy reborn in Tokyo, my high school life began when I met a girl from a family. This book is also known as “Sign-in begins with cohabitation”, “I play games in Tokyo”, and “The Perfect Life Begins with Private Toyosaki”. To care about the people you want to care about, to protect the people you want to protect. starting today. “System, I’m not a human anymore!” – by Kato Yusuke (This book is a comprehensive daily love story, sweet text.) This story is not mine its a mtl translation

Alt name: Selling Firearms in a Convenience Store Seems Reasonable, Right? --- Akira transmigrated into the world of Detective Conan and became the manager of a convenience store. But this is no ordinary convenience store! Inside, he enjoys the company of Fuyutsuki Shiori and Nakaizumi Yui. On the very first day of business… Akira catches Mōri Ran trying to leave without paying and drags her into the store’s storage room for a thorough lesson. Fuyutsuki Shiori: "Akira is a great manager. As long as I follow his instructions, I’ll be paid well." Mori Ran: "Akira is a man I just can’t get enough of." Eri Kisaki: "My daughter's taste is impeccable, as expected!" … As business flourishes, the variety of products on the store’s shelves keeps expanding. Sato Miwako: "Explain to me why your convenience store is selling firearms?" __________________- Up to 80 advanced chapters at: patreon.com/Fablix

Alex Nguyen transmigrated into the body of a second-generation Vietnamese-American detective who died of a heart condition during his first week of patrol, and decided that was exactly the foundation worth building on. The 99th Precinct's basement holds 180 cold cases, fluorescent light, and the smell of old paper. He reorganized the archive by emotional temperature in a system nobody else can decode. Touch a case file and feel how the victim felt — not the name, not the face, the specific emotional truth of what happened in that room fifteen years ago. Six abilities his colleagues have chosen not to formally question. He has closed more cold cases in two years than the previous three officers combined. Captain Holt ran a statistical analysis, filed the results, and has not asked a single follow-up. Rosa Diaz ate lunch at his desk because hers was occupied. She kept doing it.

Behind the harmony of what the eyes see, many unnatural occur. Mr. Park the best detective known widely in Capital City handles cases to no numerous end with his team, having found no clue as to what this current cases of death and psychological incidents will lead to or the course. City H being the center of the Capital City, got a report of a case similar with the ‘RED eye’ known as the ‘RED eye of death’, torments it’s victims before causing a death similar to suicide. Maya a soon to be a graduating student, wakes up to become the next victim of ‘RED eyes’. Having no idea what’s to become of her life, she finds herself in many horrific incidents; the death of her dance student at STEP SPACKLE… Will Maya become a dead end case? Or a clue to the understanding of the ‘RED eyes of death’

One Friday night, an ordinary man stumbles home from an office party, drunk, disoriented, and unaware that a single misstep will end his life. When he wakes again, it is not in a hospital bed, but in a cold manor, in a child’s body, attended by a sobbing house-elf calling him “little master.” The world around him is wrong, uncanny, and terrifyingly familiar. He has been reborn as Corvus Marvolo Lestrange. Son of Bellatrix Lestrange. Heir to a bloodstained legacy. A name that should never have existed. As fragmented memories of his former life clash with the grim reality of the Wizarding World, Corvus struggles to understand where and when he has landed. Is this the world he remembers? Or a twisted variation where fate itself has been rewritten? The truth becomes undeniable the day he is presented before a pale, red-eyed man seated in his grandfather’s chair. A man who smiles thinly and speaks his name with interest. Lord Voldemort. “Here comes my son,” Bellatrix announced proudly. “Corvus Marvolo Lestrange.” The man’s gaze pinned him in place. “Ah, Marvolo,” Voldemort murmured. “I sense potential.” “Yes, sir,” Corvus replied automatically. “You may address me as My Lord.” “Yes, My Lord.” Voldemort smiled thinly. “No need to be nervous. I am Lord Voldemort. It should be your pleasure to meet me.” Pleasure My Ass !!! Corvus wanted to say, but he just smiled weakly. From that moment, Corvus realizes that survival will require more than silence and obedience. Born into darkness, surrounded by monsters, and carrying a name that invites destiny’s gaze, he must decide whether he is merely a pawn in a grand design or something far more dangerous. Because in a world ruled by prophecy, power, and bloodlines, the greatest threat may not be the Dark Lord…

On a freezing night in New York, a nameless girl dies giving birth to a child who should never have existed. No father. No explanation. Only a voice from the light… and a destiny already written. The child is taken in by the Ancient One, hidden away in Kamar-Taj, and given a name: Salomon Damonet. From the beginning, something about him is wrong. Magic answers him without ritual. Power flows through him without cost. And etched into his very being are ten silent marks—each tied to memories that do not belong to him. Lives of mages, monsters, and forgotten worlds whisper at the edges of his mind, threatening to pull him apart. While others draw strength from ancient entities and distant dimensions, Salomon stands outside the system entirely. He is not borrowing power. He is becoming it. As tensions rise between unseen cosmic forces and the fragile balance of Earth begins to crack, the one raised to defend the world may be the very thing that unravels it. And Salomon? He has no interest in saving anyone. But the world has a way of dragging even the unwilling into war.

Magic blossoms in the souls of a select few, and I am one of them. Ten stigmata on my fingers, bearing ten memories, the memories of the magicians across the cosmos propelled Salomon step by step towards becoming the Sorcerer Supreme of the Marvel Universe. "How could you be so foolish as to think a magician could be some kind of frivolous superhero?" A fusion of Marvel movies, comics, American TV series, and games.

After accidentally falling off a cliff, Faye Yardley finds herself transmigrated into a male-oriented sea survival novel she had read. Not wanting to become the cannon fodder character who shares her name, and determined to ensure her brother survives, she resolves to clear this sea survival game and leave the game world alive.

In her past life, Tang Mo accidentally lost her own Space Jade Pendant when the apocalypse began, losing her biggest golden finger. Afterwards, her superpower training went awry, she lost her loved ones, suffered from ostracization, and utterly ruined the good hand she was dealt, ultimately dying at the mouths of mutant beasts. Opening her eyes again, Tang Mo was reborn one week before the start of the apocalypse. None of the tragedies has happened yet! How will she seize the opportunity and walk her own path to becoming a powerful figure in the apocalypse?