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Transmigrating to an Uchiha in the world of Naruto, Yuta activated the god-level talent analysis system. Every time his combat power increases by one level, a new talent can be analyzed. Since then, the strongest genius in the history of Konoha was born. And this was just the beginning. Analyze Might Guy's Physique talent, Kakashi's Lightning Release talent, Shisui's Genjutsu talent... On the night of the Uchiha genocide, Yuta used the Susanoo, Eight Inner Gates, and controlled Kirin in the sky. "Sarutobi Hiruzen, Danzo, how do you want to die?" Note: This is just a translation. All the credit goes to the original creators. Raw: 木叶：天赋暴击，开局因陀罗血脉

Elen Warmith, a seemingly ordinary boy reborn in the magical world of Harry Potter, harbors an extraordinary secret. Bound to an advanced AI chip from a past life, he possesses powers of analysis and calculation far beyond those of any wizard. As Elen's abilities awaken, he's thrust into a perilous journey, where he must master his gifts and navigate a world of hidden agendas and dark forces.

What do you do with four hours and seventeen minutes before a killer reaches your garage, when you woke this morning as someone else? Ethan Cole died on Earth and opened his eyes wearing Dale Smither, the Montana mechanic Sylar is driving out to kill. The Company Grid boots up over the workbench: Primatech's hidden ledger of every gifted human, visible now to him alone. He has no power, only a soul it can't classify, and every read publishes his location to the people hunting him. So he doesn't fight. He listens, then publishes — Sylar's dossier cracked open for strangers, eleven-plus kills onto a public board. Neither Sylar nor the Company has clocked there's nothing to steal, only an auditor. Each broadcast burns a memory of the life he left and lights him brighter on their map. He's not done with his first read when the Grid updates itself: two Company helicopters, banked toward Montana, ninety minutes out.

In a far away land, someone was born the weakest power level of 1. He is Beru, the twin brother of Broly who compared to him, has a massive power level of 10,000. But, Beru has something hidden in him, a potential that broke the scale of known potential ceiling, a potential that hasn't been seen or heard by anyone. A potential that could potentially be used depending of the person, a potential so destructive and massive enough to surpass Frieza. The person who's strong and had a massive potential to be the King of the entire Galaxy. Will Beru become strong enough to fight the unknown threat lurking in the shadow or will he succumb by his kind heart? Stay tune for Beru, the absolute potential holder.

Being reincarnated was one thing. Seeing the R.O.B. who got my soul to this place instantly torn apart was another. OH GOD I KNOW WHAT DID THIS. ... featuring ME (Meta-ORT) as the BEST FRIEND. ... featuring [REDACTED - PLEASE GET THAT THING OUT HELP -Alaya & Gaia]

Broly is dead... killed by the very people that trained him and tried to help him with his anger. But because of Frieza killing Cheelai, he couldn't hold it back anymore. Once dead, Whis felt sympathy for the Legendary Saiyan who spent a year with the Z Fighterz, so, to help him out, he sent him to the World where Angels, Fallen Angels, and Devils are just coming to terms with each other. He's even been so gracious as to give him back his father and mother... but only for a short amount of time. Come find out what happens next. wrote by keymondsanders just a few change

"La señora de la gran casa Blackwood es una bruja, una hechicera extranjera, la arpía tiene en su control los ríos y al mismísimo señor de los cuervos... Se la llama la Bruja de Bronce", se extendió hasta las colinas más lejanas, inclusive llegó a oídos de la gente de Dorne quienes se reían por la desgracia de los nobles y débiles señores. ¿Cómo llegó a esto? ¿Ser la señora de los ríos y la antigua casa Blackwood? No comprende como lo logró pero su captor ya no desea su cabeza, aunque su situación no parece mejorar, la "niña bruja" de las islas de Naath no encontró la libertad una vez más. Solo tenía una misión: Informar que el antiguo señor Willem Blackwood fue envenenado. ¿Cómo lo supo Miassa de Naath? Fue el señor Willem quien le dio la misión, más bien su espíritu. "Cruza las tierras Bracken y dile a mi hijo que no morí en batalla, me envenenaron en mi propio castillo", pero el heredero de los Blackwood solo se mofó en su cara y la retuvo cual animal en una jaula.

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?"

A mission gone wrong sends military doctor Han Lei tumbling through time, straight into the arms of a fallen Prince in a war-torn era. With a bizarre excuse to keep a doctor by his side, the battle-scarred general finds himself completely undone by her soft words and gentle hands. Han Lei's wish is to earn silver and marry a strong man. The Prince’s wish is to seek development and marry a gentle wife. Two people, four desires, who will bend first? --- She's a dignified modern woman who crossed through time. How could she stand by and let these ancient fools bully her husband? He's a national hero, yet nearly got himself killed over that damn loyalty of his. She asks him: "What are you thinking?" He answers: "My heart is dead, you know what I am thinking." She curls her lips, turns to leave a sentence: "Then what are you waiting for? Go do him now!"

"This is the first time—and the last." That's what Asher Keating told her, cold-faced and buttoning his shirt, after one night he never should have had. Leah Sinclair was no one. A broke college student buried in debt after her grandmother's surgery, selling her evenings at a high-end escort club just to survive. She wasn't supposed to end up in his bed. He wasn't supposed to come back. But he did. After the second time and the third, Leah cursed viciously in her heart: "Damn man! You really can't trust a word men say." Many years later, Asher looked at Leah sleeping beside him and sighed to himself: "Sure enough, you shouldn't be with the same woman more than three times, or you'll really be in for it." Was it possession... or affection? A choice that began as a transaction but became true love, with only the wish... to never forget their original intentions.