a pound of flesh fanfiction

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

Chang Ping accidentally came to the world of "Tales of Demons and Gods". Here, humans were slaughtered by monsters. In desperation, Chang Ping awakened his physical amplification ability, and he could increase his strength by 1 jin every minute. From this day on, the monsters finally remembered the fear of being dominated by humans. Note: You can read +100 advanced chapters in my patreon: Patreon.com/Kakarot17

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.

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")

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.

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.

They told us stories were harmless. Just movies, novels, comics—escapes from reality. But what if the characters we loved weren’t bound to the page or screen? What if they were real—and dangerous? The SCP Foundation has discovered anomalies that look eerily familiar: a caped hero who bends steel with his bare hands, a masked killer who walks straight out of a slasher film, a talking toy that won’t stay in the box. Each is cataloged, contained… or destroyed. But containment never lasts. These fragments of pop culture slip between worlds, reshaping our reality in their image. And behind every SCP file is a story—a Tale of researchers who come face to face with the impossible, forced to decide whether fiction should be caged… or set free. In this series, your favorite icons are reimagined as SCP anomalies. Each chapter unveils a new file… and the haunting narrative it hides. When fiction bleeds into reality, who gets to write the ending?

What is it like to be the most unremarkable demigod? What do you do when thousands of years have passed since a galactic apocalypse, leaving humanity to slowly perish on dying planets? When less than a couple of hundred years remain before a total plunge into the depths of Chaos? You show everyone exactly why humans once ruled the cosmos and why there were no limits to their potential. You demonstrate to the entire universe that "Primarch" is more than just a word.

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.

Flora Bloom, who was betrayed and killed by her boyfriend in her past life, is reborn with a peerless spatial dimension back to the time before the crisis, hoarding food, raising a child, and tearing apart scumbag men and manipulative women. Originally, she just wanted to raise a child and low-key fight zombies and level up together with her family. But she discovered that she was unexpectedly falling step by step into a tender trap meticulously designed by a certain sly and scheming man. Flora Bloom looked at the vast space within her sea of consciousness; it had a farmhouse courtyard, fields, and a Spirit River, but it just lacked a bit of vitality. So, a fat, sky-flying mantis? Collect! A rare little white tiger that can discharge electricity? Collect! A behemoth spirit crocodile with its young? Collect! As long as it's alive and edible, collect, collect, collect them all! Endless scumbags and vile women, a shameless and deeply scheming leader, all wanting to use her to attack zombies and obtain more Crystal Cores for their own gain? Your shameless, worthless life? Hand it over.