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A seasoned "One Piece" superfan and a devoted Holy Paladin main finds himself transported into the world of pirates. Now, Wright has inherited the power of Azeroth’s Holy Light. “Eighteen years!” “Finally, no one can stop me from going all-out!” “I’m a freaking Swordmaster!” The Marines: “Fleet Admiral, it’s fine if you want to slash enemies, but don’t forget to heal the squad too!” Wright: “...Ugh.” --------------------------------------------------------------- PATREON LINK: https://www.patreon.com/JuanPiece --------------------------------------------------------------- DECLARATION: You can also find this book on RoyalRoad and ScribbleHub. --------------------------------------------------------------- DISCLAIMER: I don't own any character other than my OCs. The cover pic can be found in pinterest. If the owner wants to take it down, message me.

"Melina, we no longer need the Flame of Ruin." "For I have already obtained from beyond this world the power to deny the world itself." "Someday I shall become the Sun, and a radiant Age of Life will dawn anew..." The fallen leaves tell a story: Beyond the fog, in our homeland, the Lands Between, the Tarnished has become the Elden Lord. Under the King’s rule, people will surely call it, The Age of the Sun. —————————— Elden Ring fanfiction — DLC to come, striving to lead everyone to a happy ending. Volume 1: [ Limgrave - Weeping Peninsula ] Volume 2: [ Caelid - Liurnia - Nokron - Land of Shadow - ...] This is a translation. All credit belongs to the original author and to Elden Ring, the game that inspired this work. I only recently started playing Elden Ring, and came across this fanfiction along the way. I’m translating it as I read, so I’m discovering the story at the same time as you. I’ll do my best to make it as accurate and faithful as possible, but since I’m still new to the game and its lore, feel free to point out any mistakes or offer suggestions. Updates would be 1-2 chapters daily. Tarnished, may you find your way to grace. Title: Elden Ring, but with Wind Spirit Moon Shadow Author: 油炸小青龙 The cover artwork is not my own. All rights and credit belong to the original artist.

Transmigrating as Kizaru, living in the world of One Piece for decades, he eventually rose to the rank of Admiral, his strength near invincible Living with the philosophy of "I've been chasing pirates my whole life, can't I just enjoy myself for a bit?" Kizaru slacked off at work, skimped on missions, and bedded many girls Just as Kizaru thought his life would continue peacefully like this, a dimensional chat group suddenly invited him to join! Good news was, Kizaru seems to know all the members of the group Another was; there was no group leader or admins—everyone in the group is truly equal "Hmm, maybe it's time to rise again." ===== All rights goes to their owners. I literally don't own anything here. Cover picture's from Pinterest, message me if you want it taken down, thanks.

Chihiro never imagined that his dream of becoming a Light Novel Master would spark both rivalry and romance. Armed with nothing but his pen, his passion, and an unshakable will, he steps into a world filled with dazzling geniuses and merciless critics. An aloof illustrator who vows to match his every word with her art. A mischievous junior who confesses her love at every turn. A sharp-tongued rival determined to surpass him. A mysterious beauty who declares him her first and only. And a dark-clad disciple who swears loyalty to his craft. Each girl believes in him—or challenges him—in their own way. But in the storm of ambition, rivalry, and affection, can Chihiro truly rise to become the Light Novel Master he dreams of? That day, his story as an author truly began. ---------- Raw : 目标是轻小说大师

Hobbits, Elves, Dwarves, Orcs… Kaen steps into Middle-earth through the Mount & Blade system, embarking on a journey no one has ever dared to take before. At the very beginning of his journey, he receives five powerful buffs: Territory development speed ×3 Average life expectancy of citizens ×3 Soldier growth rate ×3 Hero growth rate ×3 Every enemy slain grants experience, and each level-up strengthens him further. … Gandalf: “Lord Kaen does not falter, even when all hope seems lost. When the darkness deepens, it is he who stands as our light.” Thorin Oakenshield: “But for Kaen, I would have fallen and Erebor would lie still in ruin. Truly, he is as steadfast as the mountain itself.” Galadriel: “By his wisdom was the Tree of Life renewed, and through him hope endures for the Elves of Middle-earth. For this, he is named King of the Elves.” Kaen: “Though the Shadow spreads and the Eye watches from afar, I shall lift my sword high and bring light again to this darkened land — even should Sauron himself stand before me.” - - - Bonus Chapters: > 150 Power Stones = 1st Bonus Chapter > 300 Power Stones = 2nd Bonus Chapter > 500 Power Stones = 3rd Bonus Chapter > 800 Power Stones = 4th Bonus Chapter - - - Patreon Advance Chapters: pat reon.com /ElvenKing20

Haruto was just an ordinary high schooler trying to survive after his father’s business collapsed and left behind massive debt. Then the memories started coming. Memories of masterpieces from another world, stories that had never existed in this timeline, yet had the power to make millions laugh, cry, and lose sleep over fictional characters. So he picks up a pen and starts writing. From the bittersweet romance of Blue Spring Ride to the emotional devastation of Anohana, Haruto claws his way up the cutthroat light novel industry one tearjerker at a time. His readers adore him, curse him, and still buy the next volume anyway. Unfortunately… he still has many stories left to tell. —————— MC branches out to manga, anime, games and others as the story progress. He only writes script for them. He writes novels till the end. [Blue Spring Ride] [Anohana: The Flower We Saw That Day] [Parasyte] [Puella Magi Madoka Magica] [Initial D] [Cyberpunk: Edgerunners] [And MORE] This is a translation of a fanfic. All characters, story, and rights belong to the original creators. RAW in pinnned review.

100 PS = 1 Bonus Chapter 5 Review = 1 Bonus Chapter -------------------------------------------------- Su Mo, a transmigrator, has no system, no ancient master in his soul, no overwhelming luck, and no rich loli to fund his journey. But he has one unique advantage—he didn’t just cross into one world… he crossed into many. Linked across countless parallel universes, Su Mo shares power with every version of himself from those worlds. And from that moment, the road to invincibility began. Tiga Su Mo: “To become a Giant of Light, you must first become light itself...” Fairy Tail Su Mo: “Become light? That’s just elemental transformation. Easy.” DanMachi Su Mo: “Using light from the magic world to awaken a sci-fi world giant? Ugh—” Index Su Mo: “Why are you guys all so flashy?!” From Genshin Impact to No Game No Life, Fate, Little Garden, Pokémon, and more— Every version of Su Mo declared with righteous pride: “I got strong all on my own!” …Only to secretly mutter in the foggy space between worlds: “Hey bro, carry me real quick!” --- T/N: Be advised that characters and powers will be used, but not necessarily in the exact order, logic, manner, or arrangement that occurs in the original. Some stories will obviously be changed to fit different power system from different worlds. Raw: 综漫：开局光之巨人，弑杀神明 or Multiverse: Becoming a Giant of Light, Godslayer from the Start Author: 红烧派蒙 or Braised Paimon Disclaimer: This is just a translation, with no intention to offend the original authors of the works nor the fanfic author. Cover Image dosen't belong to me.

[This Novel can be seen as a sequel to my other Novel Douluo: Peerless Black Tortoise Moon God. Please do check it out if you like that one.] The era known as the Legend of the Dragon King was an age of magnificent contradiction—the zenith of Soul Master prowess and the nadir of mortal peace. Here, the magnificent Battle Armor elevated cultivators to god-like status. Yet, the grand, chilling calculations of a distant God King cost the lives of countless innocents, weaving a tapestry of glory and despair. When the obituary of the brave—a hero fallen into the abyss—was transmitted back to the continent, all hope seemed extinguished. Yet, within the crumbling walls of a once-proud Body Sect, destiny made its move. A silent spark of blue-star energy, a traveler from another realm, awakened. He was the inheritor of gifts left by predecessors who traversed parallel universes, and the final, precious favor of a retiring Lord of the Plane. Now, two souls, two destinies, coexist within a single vessel. The Body spirit is fused with the essence of a divine being—the Holy Body itself becoming the foundation of a magnificent Martial Soul. His very energy is sublimated into a Shining Angel, an entity capable of tapping the infinite, awe-inspiring potential of the human form. He possesses Martial Spirits of the same celestial origin, their Spirit Rings shared, their power multiplied. An inner sage guides an outer king, a connection closer than twins, yet distinct. Bound by a singular purpose, they are destined not just to restore, but to reforge the once-in-a-millennium luster of the Douluo Star, and usher in an era where the true light of the Seraph reigns supreme. (This is a genius-style refreshing story, and it will not deliberately target Tang Wulin. If you don’t like it, please don’t read it)

"Congratulations on cheating on Tang Hao and taking your stepmother, Ah Yin, into his pocket. Rewards: Green Light Points +10,000, designated spirit ring upgraded to ten thousand years!" "Congratulations on cheating on Dai Mubai and taking his fiancee Zhu Zhuqing. Rewards: Green Light Points +10,000, ten thousand year spirit bone +1" This is a translation. OG: 绿光斗罗 Advanced 30+ Chapters in Patreon www.pat reon.com/Sleepy_Hua

The Light alone cannot save Azeroth. No one can. They whisper these words like gospel, like inevitable truth carved into stone. WHO decided that? Who appointed fate as our master? Who crowned despair as our king? I was once a prince who believed in salvation through obedience. Through the Light. Through duty to crown and clergy. Through blind faith in powers greater than myself. And I learned a bitter lesson: the gods do not fight our wars. The heavens do not bleed for us. But I have shed that weakness like a serpent sheds its skin. Azeroth does not need saviors who kneel and pray. It does not need heroes who defer to prophecy and hope for divine intervention. It needs those willing to seize POWER—the power of conviction, of will, of absolute determination—and wield it without hesitation, without apology, without the paralyzing doubt of lesser men. I have seen what humanity is capable of when we stop asking permission. When we stop waiting for the Light to guide us. When we decide that OUR strength, OUR choice, OUR sacrifice will be enough. So I say this to every soul that hears me: We will not be saved by distant gods or ancient prophecies or the benevolence of forces we cannot control. We will be saved by OURSELVES. By conviction. By the refusal to accept defeat as destiny. By the recognition that WE are the authors of Azeroth's fate. The question is not whether we CAN save Azeroth. The question is whether we have the strength to decide that WE WILL, and to become the warriors, the leaders, the sacrifice that this world demands. That is the path of a true prince of Lordaeron. That is our burden. That is our glory. Of Humanity! This is not the same translation as my other one, New Dawn of Lordaeron. 魔兽：圣光救不了艾泽拉斯