bj novak and mindy kaling fanfic

Reborn during the eve of the fall of the Soviet Union with the memory of his past life, Viktor has been regarded as a genius since his childhood. Possessing the maturity and mindset of an adult makes him far beyond his peers. From a young age, he used his unique advantage to become the most talented football prodigy in Russia, if not all of Europe. By the age of 16, Viktor was already a household name in Russian football, with top European clubs like Manchester United and AC Milan wanting to sign him. De But Viktor knows that he isn't a genius in a true sense. He may take advantage of his peers, but he knows that once he takes a step into the professional arena, he will only be an ordinary genius. He planned to be like a certain Flamini, obtaining a huge contract, stopping playing, and using the memory of his past life to invest and become a billionaire. That's when, on his 16th birthday, as he prepares to sign his first professional contract, Viktor’s life takes an unexpected turn when he awakens a Template System. Unexpectedly, the first template wasn't of a football player but that of the Tennis champion Novak Djokovic.

'Where... am I...?' He awoke, surrounded by an overwhelming green that enveloped his body, with no memories as to how he got there or where he was. The boy twisted and writhed his body with spasms as he tried to escape but none came to his aid. Our hero lay blind; a sitting duck to a snake-like man who watched his actions with a mysterious smile, his reptilian eyes turning into crescents watching the show. "Kukuku..." ----- Born with a busted heart, bedbound and attached to beeping machinery, that was his life for 17 long years. Regardless of his situation he never once cursed his fate or lamented his luck, there were too many things he gained alongside what he lost, caring parents, a large bank account and enough books to give any librarian a headache; that was until those gains too were lost to the wind. Or rather, he was lost to them. Watch as our hero explores what it's like to be truly alive... after death. ---- [A/N: This is a realistic transmigration that is slow at the start to build a strong bases and ramps up in speed later! I hope you all enjoy reading :)]

I wrote this thing to practice my English. Hopefully it's readable. So basically it's the story of this guy who completes a survey, gets killed by thighs, and gets OP. Theoretically, I planned on this being a Multiverse fanfiction because I consider those fun, but I'm still in the first world. I own absolutely nothing except my OC, just barely.

Harem = Political Marriage. In 781 CE, a naval engineer from modern Earth, stripped of his name but retaining memories of the Vikings TV series, reincarnates into Björn the day he was born. The Gods Eventually Grants him Some Blessings. Why? Dunno M just a Mortal. He didn’t just raid. He built. Trained armies. Recruited followers. Raised cities. And in the end, a thousand years later, the world looked back and said one thing: Bjorn Ragnarsson belonged more to the realm of gods than to that of men. The story explores his growth and his quest to survive, conquer and shape history in a brutal Norse world. Disclaimer: I do not own the original characters, settings, or source material on which this fanfiction is based. All rights to the original work belong to their respective creators. Notice: All new original characters, new plotlines, and new writing contained within are my own work. Do not copy, reproduce, or redistribute without my express permission. Read 12 advanced chapters : p atreon.com/DragonChill

Reborn into the body of the legendary Viking, Bjorn Ironside, he carries the memories of his past life and the secrets of the future. Blessed by Odin with unimaginable strength and wisdom, he begins his rise by consuming the hearts of beasts—unlocking permanent power—and learns that human hearts can elevate him further… at a cost. Corruption whispers at the edges of his soul, but Odin grants him a dark salvation: sexual indulgence can purge the darkness, a tool he wields with ruthless precision. Determined to surpass Ragnar, conquer rivals, and reshape the Viking world, Bjorn combines his past-life mastery of shipbuilding with the genius of Floki, creating fleets that strike fear across the seas. Yet power is never without temptation. Each victory, each act of domination, and every sexual purge draws him deeper into shadows—both feared and desired by those around him. As he manipulates kings, warriors, and women alike, Bjorn sets his sights on becoming a legend worthy of song and terror, rivaling the greatest conquerors of history. Odin’s faith, long a fading whisper, will rise again—but at what price? In a world of blood, fire, and desire, only one man will leave a legacy that no mortal—or god—can forget.

He fell asleep with a controller in his hand in 2025 and woke on a West 51st Street walk-up on November 17, 2015 — three days before a weaponized smallpox turns Manhattan into a quarantine zone the world calls Green Poison Day. There is no welcome screen, only a pale-green OPSAT burned over the back of his wrist and a flat voice behind his ear that assigns him a callsign and goes quiet: Echelon. Zero. Standby. The system is not his ally — it is a terminated Third-Echelon engine that reactivated because his brainwaves match a dead asset called Subject 0, and every cycle it runs through him pushes a counter higher, toward the day it overwrites the man and keeps the body. He knows the collapse before it comes: the bagman, the contaminated bills, Aaron Keener turning on the Division, the city eating itself. The simulation lets him rehearse a death until he survives it, but each rehearsal feeds the thing trying to replace him. The only question the system left him is the one he cannot answer yet — how does a man stay himself when the only power he has is slowly becoming him?

Chosen as a Subject for Project AIM, Subject 03011 was sent to a Reality Bubble where various realities exist in its multiversal plane.

Literary objects seem mundane, but what if I can make non-mundane versions?

you know, I had plans, those plans were centered around two points, don't die, and become a programmer. then I failed at the first one, and reincarnating into a world without advanced technology made the second one impossible. So, I made new plans, don't die a second time, and become an amazing, incredible, awe-inspiring ninja. but for some reason, the first part of the plan is becoming harder and harder to achieve.

He wakes in Ryker's sleeve and Lieutenant Ortega recognizes the body before the man. The Stack Codex is already installed — a translucent retinal overlay he never agreed to, logging combat data to Quellcrist Falconer's array across the Bay. Cole Thackeray was a forensic analyst who died calculating his odds against an oncoming van; that profile is exactly why he was selected as Subject Seven. The first six fragmented or died trying to remove it. The system runs a fifty-year lifespan cap because that is the experiment's endpoint. Reaper Mode is the second-best feature. The worst is that the Codex never lies — and Ortega is already asking questions about the right-eye twitch he cannot hide.