don't save me avengers fanfiction

In a morgue filled with the bodies of Uchiha clan members, he opened his eyes... A mysterious voice echoed in his ears... With a bewildered expression, he muttered, "Save the Shinobi world? What does that have to do with me, a mere Uchiha survivor?" ---This is a translation--- Original author: 空想之龙 I do not own the cover image. If you are the owner and would like me to remove it, kindly let me know.

The Clone Wars rage across Naboo, tearing the Galactic Republic apart. The Jedi Knights lead the Clone Army in a desperate struggle against the Separatists' endless droid legions. But everything changes when a wild card enters the battlefield—the Avengers, accidentally transported to Naboo through a mysterious Hydra base experiment gone wrong. Their unexpected arrival shifts the tide of war and sets off a chain reaction across the stars. From this moment forward, more dangerous, more sinister threats emerge—ones neither the Jedi nor the Sith could have foreseen. The Galactic Republic, the Separatists, the Federation of Independent Systems, the Rebel Alliance, even the Sith themselves—all will face unforeseen changes as the Avengers alter the fate of the galaxy... and perhaps the entire universe. This is a finish translation and edit of Marvel crosses Star Wars, and everyone attacks the galaxy 漫威穿越星战，全员进击银河系 Author: 吧懂 More chapter and Early Access Available at : Patreon.com/goldengaruda

Senju Makoto, known to many as "Brother Makoto," is a specially invited doctor by the Women's Shinigami Association. He’s a master in gynecology, specializing in infertility and reproductive health. He holds the position of Vice-Captain in the Fourth Division and is the most desired man in the Eleventh Division. He ranks second in the list of the top ten most popular Shinigami in the Seireitei (the first place is vacant). He is also a distinguished guest in the four noble families and the wielder of the most powerful tree-based Zanpakuto—"Shinro Bansho." Medicine and the art of spiritual healing are my passions. I am willing to tirelessly save the lost and suffering souls, contributing my humble efforts to the prosperity of the Soul Society… Of course, if medical skills can no longer save the Soul Society, perhaps drawing my sword wouldn’t be such a bad option. "Shinro Bansho" -------------------------------------------------------- Disclaimer: I am not the author of this novel and hold no rights to the original work. This translation is created purely as a fan project for entertainment purposes only.I encourage readers to support the original author and their work. OG title: 死神：学医拯救不了尸魂界- book cover not mine Read 50+ chapters ahead as a patron ========================= Patreon: patreon.com/JustaPasserby

Monsters descend upon the world. Cities fall. Humanity retreats. And fear gives every creature a single name—monster. After transmigrating into this chaotic era, small-time streamer Chen Mo discovers a terrifying truth: the so-called monsters are actually Pokémon. The fire-breathing dragon that wiped out an armed squad? Charizard. The iron-biting rat demon invading homes? Rattata. The deadly butterfly spreading poison powder? Butterfree. While the world prepares for extermination, Chen Mo does the unthinkable— he turns on a livestream. Armed with a Pokémon knowledge system, Chen Mo ventures into monster-infested zones, explaining their names, abilities, evolution, and behavior in real time. From harmless Metapod to electric Pichu, he proves that Pokémon are not mindless beasts—but intelligent creatures capable of trust, growth, and partnership. As viewership explodes, so does controversy. Can humans and Pokémon really coexist? Or is total war inevitable? From mocked streamer to global authority, Chen Mo sparks a revolution of understanding—one Pokémon at a time. Years later, history will remember him as the Father of Pokémon, the Founder of Pokémon Battles, and the man who changed the fate of two species forever. This is the story of how humanity stopped fearing monsters—and started calling them Pokémon.

"When the fate of the world is laid bare, can destiny truly be rewritten?" "And if foresight comes at the cost of a little pride; well, that’s a small price to pay, isn’t it?" Current Arc : Elysian Realm. Basically a react fan fiction of several Honkai series.

Lin Yide unexpectedly transmigrated to the world of Genshin Impact and chose the ‘Save Focalors’ mission issued by the System, thus embarking on a fantastic journey. Lin Yide: Furina, don’t look back, I’m really the Traveler. Furina: You and Focalors, you both bully me… [Note: This is a translation] [2 Chapters per day every Mon-Fri! Join my Patreon as a paid member to gain access to 50+ chapters in advance! - patreon.com/HaremGuy]

He watched six Harry Potter films in a life he no longer has. Then he woke up in it. He knows who dies. He knows who betrays. He knows the ending. None of that stopped him from falling in love with all of it. A boy with a crowbar, a dead man's foreknowledge, and absolutely no intention of following the script. The wizarding world has faced Dark Lords, basilisks, and prophecies. It has never faced Kevin Croft. Go read it. You won't sleep.

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

So here's the pitch: I got reincarnated with Mangekyo Sharingan. Sounds overpowered, right? Instant win button? Except I can barely keep it active for thirty seconds without feeling like my brain's being microwaved. My chakra reserves are pathetic. My combat experience is zero. And the system that gave me these powers took one look at my situation and said "good luck" before fucking off into hibernation. Oh, and the Hero Killer—the guy who murders heroes for not being "worthy"—just decided my mom wasn't good enough. She'll never walk again. I know when he'll strike next. I know where. I've got exactly four weeks to train. Four weeks to go from "can't throw a punch without tripping" to "can survive a fight with a serial killer." The smart move? Stay out of it. Let the pro heroes handle it. But I'm fifteen, angry, and apparently making life decisions with the wisdom of a shounen protagonist. At least I'm in General Studies. Low expectations. What does being a hero have to do with revenge anyway?

A brand-new consciousness emerged within the body of the transmigrator who had committed suicide. Was that consciousness him? He didn't know. He could only rely on fragmented memories to begin feeling his way forward in this unfamiliar world... So... when you get lost, can you end up lost all the way on the Moon? Xin Yu looked at the white-haired woman before him, currently eating instant ramen. He silently took out his phone and snapped a picture. "Recording the precious footage of a Moon person eating." ___ This story is purely fictitious. If there is similarity, it is purely coincidental. *honkai impact 3rd