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After crossing into the Pirate World and becoming a naval soldier on the Judicial Island, Mann’s life has already been brought to life. Accidentally learned the whereabouts of the absorption fruit, and since then opened the way to counterattack. Three-color domineering, invincible swordsmanship, six navy styles, the strongest devil fruit... yours is mine! Mine is mine! Marine Headquarters, Malin Vandor. War on top. White beard was covered in blood, standing with a knife. Maien stood with his hands in his hands, arrogant. Blackbeard: "Give me the power of the white beard!" Warring States: "Min * Grid, are you going to betray the navy?" Karp: "Men boy, don't do stupid things!" Red Dog: "Traitor Must die!" Red hair: "Give me a face, Man!" Marco: "What do you want?"

In the world of Douluo, Lan Tian was a “late bloomer.” At six, his spirit was nothing more than Blue Silver Grass, and his innate spirit power was a mere Level One. Everyone called him useless but he didn’t care. By sixteen, he barely reached Level Ten and absorbed a four-hundred-year spirit ring. The crowd laughed at his slow progress, but he ignored them. At thirty-one, he reached Level Twenty and absorbed an eight-hundred-year spirit ring. People were shocked: a Blue Silver Grass with Level One spirit power achieving this? Impossible… yet he did it. At fifty-five, he barely broke Level Thirty and absorbed a seventeen-hundred-year spirit ring. Many whispered that, had he been more talented, he could have become a Titled Douluo. At seventy-eight, he reached Level Forty and absorbed an eight-thousand-year spirit ring, while many of his peers had long since fallen. At ninety-one, he finally reached Level Fifty and absorbed a fifteen-thousand-year spirit ring. Against all odds, the “useless” late bloomer became a legend. This is the story of perseverance, patience, and an indomitable will the rise of Lan Tian, the Blue Silver Grass who defied fate.

Full book àvàilàble óñ pàtreøn (luffy1898) He was transported to the Naruto world by accident and discovered that he had gained the ability to absorb energy. So he went further and further down the path of searching for and absorbing others. He absorbed Uchiha Shisui's corpse, gaining some chakra and some ocular power, and acquired the Mangekyou Sharingan, Kotoamatsukami! Absorb Hashirama's cells to gain a large amount of chakra, and unlock the Wood Release bloodline limit! He absorbed Naruto's blood and gained the Uzumaki physique and Ashura Chakra! When he absorbed everything and achieved the title of strongest, the ninja war

Akira wakes up in a world he never expected—the vast and dangerous seas of One Piece. With no money, no strength, and no family, he finds himself in Shimotsuki Village, the home of Koushirou’s dojo and the young swordswoman Kuina. At first, Akira is only an ordinary transmigrator struggling to survive. He trains his body, learns swordsmanship, and slowly builds a place for himself in this unfamiliar world. But everything changes when his hidden cheat finally awakens. He can absorb Devil Fruits. Not eat them. Not suffer their curse. Not fear the sea. Not fear Seastone. Every Devil Fruit he absorbs becomes his power, and every ability strengthens his potential even further. From that moment on, Akira’s path is no longer ordinary. He will collect the powers of the sea, break the limits of the human body, and rise from a nameless boy into a monster feared by pirates, Marines, and the World Government alike. In an era ruled by legends, Celestial Dragons, Admirals, Warlords, and future Emperors, Akira begins his journey with one impossible ambition: to devour the powers of the sea and become truly invincible.

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Nate died with a Marvel wiki in his browser and woke up in a New York alley, three years before Tony Stark announced himself to the world. No cheat sheet. No mentor. Just one ability the system calls Inheritance — touch someone, and their ceiling becomes your floor. Shake a mechanic's hand, build like you've been doing it for decades. Brush shoulders with a S.H.I.E.L.D. operative, and your body remembers training it never had. The stronger the person, the deeper the transfer. The problem? He knows exactly what's coming. The Tesseract. The Chitauri. Thanos. And the most dangerous minds on the planet are about to become very, very interested in why an unremarkable nobody keeps showing up exactly where history pivots. advanced chapters ahead — link in bio.

Stella Sterling, born into wealth, had always followed the rules. Jaded by the hypocrisy of high society, she suddenly had a whim one day to have an ordinary romance. Thus, a fabricated rumor that Stella Sterling had spent a fortune to hire a Matchmaker from a dating site to find her a partner quickly spread through her circles. Those on good terms with her teased and watched the fun. Those on bad terms with her waited to see her become a joke. Later, an employee from the dating website revealed, "The company was acquired with an investment from a Vicenzan tycoon, and the profile of a certain female member with the surname Sterling was hidden overnight." The public speculated wildly about the identities of the Vicenzan tycoon and the female member with the surname Sterling. - Later on, a candid street photo that was accidentally captured went viral. In the dense night of The Spire on Vesper Island— Beside a Benz, a handsome, composed, and dignified man lifted a striking beauty in a red dress with one arm, pressing her against the car door and lowering his head for a deep kiss. In the faint light and shadow, the woman's flowing hair was swept by the wind, wrapping around the man's finger, which wore a pinky ring. Like a footnote to a romance, and even more like a vintage film frame etched into the axis of time. Someone immediately dug up the man's identity based on clues from the photo. The eldest son of Vicenza's Rhodes Family—low-profile and inscrutable, cold and untamable, and also the powerful contemporary authority of The Vesper Circle. And the alluring, glamorous belle by his side was none other than Stella Sterling. When the street photo spread to the mainland, everyone excitedly exclaimed: "The case is solved, the case is solved—"

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?"

The first time Ji Huan was to be married, the groom died just as her bridal sedan chair arrived at his door. The second time Ji Huan was to be married, the groom was struck by lightning just as the auspicious hour arrived. Having been 'returned' twice, her ominous reputation spread throughout the surrounding villages, and it seemed she would be left on her family's hands. Her grandmother, who favored boys over girls, slapped her thighs and wailed, "What sins did I commit in my past life, that you can't even be sold for a single tael of silver!" Ji Huan: "...You might not believe this, but I'm destined for great fortune in the future." Yikes! There's a rule that "those who are unmarried by the age of seventeen will be assigned a husband by an official"? Not to worry, not to worry, I'll just find a fake husband to deal with it. That vagrant at the village entrance... if he cleans up, he's actually quite presentable. It'll be him!

She crashed her cheating fiancé's wedding in mourning attire and walked out with a marriage certificate from the most dangerous man in the city. Sparkle Gold thought she had it all: a booming agency, a loving fiancé, and a rising-star cousin she raised with her own hands. Then she woke up in a car speeding toward the ocean and overheard the two people she trusted most plotting her death. She survived. She kept the evidence. And she showed up at their wedding to reveal the truth! What she didn't expect? The owner of the Sanctus—cold, ruthless billionaire Evan Saint—dragging her straight to the marriage bureau. "You wrecked my banquet hall. Consider this your payment plan." Now publicly married to a man she once chased ten years ago, Sparkle has a new mission: destroy the people who stole her company, reclaim her place in the entertainment industry, and win Best Actress. --- He married her for leverage. She stayed for revenge. Neither expected to fall.