peter doesn't die fanfiction

Reborn as a member of the Uchiha clan, Uchiha Ci has no intention of saving his clan, he just wants to fake his death, collect his insurance and go home. Conveniently, the Third Shinobi World War is raging! Uchiha Ci is sent on a mission to the Land of Hot Water. He figures that in this dangerous era, dying shouldn’t be too difficult. But soon, he furrows his brow and realizes things aren’t that simple... --- Leader of the Jashin Cult: "Damn it, God! I've never seen an Uchiha laughing maniacally while being sacrificed on the altar." Uchiha Obito: "Big brother fought through fire and lightning, slashed through Kannabi Bridge, and stormed into the Iwagakure encampment just to save me! I’m tearing up!" Ōnoki: "I brought ten thousand men to gang up on the Raikage, and now what in the hell are we surrounding?" Uchiha Ci: "Damn, I just wanted to die honorably. Why is it so difficult?"

I crossed into the world of Type Moon and, for some reason, the Root itself recognized me. As long as I die an abnormal death, I can ascend to the Throne of Heroes and become its lord, an existence stronger and freer than even the Seven Grand Servants. So, in order to die, I started acting like a complete fool across the Nasuverse. I cursed Gilgamesh to his face in Uruk, challenged almighty Zeus in Greece, openly kidnapped Skadi in Northern Europe, proclaimed in Israel that Solomon was a demon god instead of a holy king, and even stood at Morgan’s side in Britain. Yet for some reason I am still alive. By 1994, Fuyuki City, history has given me a ridiculous list of titles: the third friend of the Most Ancient King, the first prime minister of Mesopotamia, the man favored by the Greek gods, the king of giants in Northern Europe, the incarnation of God who awakened Solomon’s humanity in Israel, the miracle worker supported by Prince Camelot. On top of the Fuyuki Bridge, a young yet world weary Lovi sits on the railing, staring at the city lights and sighing. “Tell me, what exactly went wrong? Or you could just kill me here and let me finally ascend to the Throne of Heroes. Please.” Kiritsugu Emiya lights a cigarette, glances at Artoria holding the Holy Spear, at the treasury of the King unfolding beside Gilgamesh, at the crimson spear tip reaching out from the distant Kingdom of Shadows. The cigarette in his hand trembles slightly.

I'm in the Gwen Spider universe, transmigrated as Peter Parker. Not only did he fail to become Spider-Man, but he also received the script of being sacrificed... Peter was in a panic. Fortunately, the sacrifice system has been awakened. By sacrificing items related to Marvel characters, you can gain points to strengthen yourself. Radioactive spider corpse, Mark I, Black Widow's tight leather suit, heart-shaped grass, Chitauri spaceship wreckage, Asgardian warrior armor... Sacrifice, sacrifice, I'll sacrifice them all! Rewards received: Twelve Talismans, Zanpakuto, Navy Rokushiki, Rinnegan, Kamen Rider Driver... You start out surviving in Marvel, but end up becoming one of the Emperors. Peter: I can do whatever I want! Hey you purple head (Thanos) over there, what are you looking at? Come out and fight me one-on-one!

"My child, the moment you drew your sword and became king, the knights of Camelot were all shouting the same name - Arthur!" The witch's whisper reminded Arthur of the day when he drew his sword. Arturia and Merlin wanted to tear him apart from their questioning and weird looks. "The people yearn for your glory, and the Saxons fear your power." Arthur glanced at the crazy fanatics surrounding the castle, as well as the Saxon laborers who had just been captured by Gawain. "You are a kind, honest, enthusiastic, righteous, and wise King!" Updates Twice Daily Read up to 30 Chapters ahead at [email protected]/TrashProspector

Angie has transmigrated and becomes an expired prince in the Pokémon world. Note: 1. The worldview of this book still follows the anime. 2. There is still no female lead in this book.

Reborn as a branch member of the Hyuga clan, Naraku foils Kumogakure’s attempt to steal the Byakugan — only to be pressured by Konoha to sacrifice himself for peace. But with a god-level chakra system and the Tenseigan within reach, Naraku refuses to bow. If the Will of Fire demands the death of the innocent, then he’ll burn that will to the ground.

Navy Headquarters, Navy Messenger: "Report!!! Fleet Admiral Sengoku, Admiral Kizaru said that during his concert tour in the Sabaody Archipelago, he hopes you can attend and give a speech." Sengoku, covering his face: "Damn it, Kuzan isn't here. Sakazuki, please head over and drag that disgraceful performer singing PPAP back here." Sakazuki: "Gladly." Sengoku: "Messenger, why are you still standing here? Is there anything else to report?" Messenger: "Don't you know? The composer and lyricist of PPAP are actually Admiral Akainu..." join my patreon for early access: patreon.com/iamsuzu

The son of a Current Satan who is not yet known to the world. Where no one has seen him or even noticed his presence for the last 200 years has once again begins to make himself known now in Underworld but there is a twist he is now stronger— stronger when he was last seen. But what make them even more confuse is his wings he looks different.

What to do when you wake up in a world that shouldn't exist? When can you look forward only to your death and nothing much more? You live, that's what you do, but in this world, it isn't as easy as you think. Check Fanfiction(dot)net for the rest of the chapters and other stories. It is the same name. (I am the original author, just transitioning to Webnovel too.)

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?"