rookie blue fanfic

In a stitched-together world of episodic American TV dramas, we are invited to step into the protagonist's shoes and rescue characters who were unceremoniously written off. The aim is to rationally amend the absurd plot twists concocted by capricious screenwriters. This includes, but is not limited to, shows such as The Rookie, Castle, and Hunter. Future additions may encompass Person of Interest, Knight Rider, Bones, and even various police-themed movies. Excluding the protagonist's "System", there are no supernatural elements. All cases and narratives serve the novel's storyline, with some creative modifications. Readers are advised not to take these changes too seriously. [Raw: 美利坚警探：从美剧菜鸟老警开始]

[Fate/Grand Order fanfic in the style of Grand Blue, tabletop RPG] ... Mochizuki Eikou was still living his ordinary student days as usual. Some said he was the hero who saved humanity, the one beloved by Servants, the legendary man who train-hopped nine times. Proof? He managed to maintain ambiguous relationships simultaneously with a transfer student saint, the president of the Round Table, the CEO of the Fairy Kingdom conglomerate, and the Genji disciplinary committee leader — and to this day, he had never once been caught red-handed. When faced with a Chaldea reporter's interview, he also responded smoothly: "I've sacrificed too much, I didn't do anything wrong!" -------------------------------- I do not own anything in this fanfiction ---------------------------------- The schedule is 3 chapters a day -------------------------------------------- Raw: 型月，我加载了恋爱游戏 -------------------------------------------- If you like this story, please leave me a comment, review, collection and power stones if you can, that really help me a lot If you're looking for good fanfics, try reading my other books, you won't be disappointed, promise. If you want to read 45 advanced chapters and support me to have more motivation to continue as a translator, here is my p.a.t.r.e.o.n pa treon.com/curse_heian_chef ദ്ദി(ᵔᗜᵔ) Thanks you, Have a nice day ദ്ദി(ᵔᗜᵔ)

I woke from a dream, unintelligible mutterings echoing in my ears. I had forgotten myself, lost my past. I looked around, only to find I was already in hell, explosions rang through the blue sky, bullets ravaged the streets like a torrent, and the fires of war burned on this land without pause. The creatures who lived here had bodies that looked fragile yet were unfazed by ordinary firearms, they formed factions for their own ends, and spent their days slaughtering one another. Then, they found me... They called themselves students, and told me this place was called Kivotos. They also addressed me as, "Sensei." ---- Source: https: ()//()www.trxs( . )cc/ () tongren/ () 8630. )(html Author: Otter of Chaos

In the year 1515 of the Maritime Calendar, Akainu saved a boy with silver hair and blue eyes in the North Sea, setting the wheels of history in motion. What changes will this boy bring? This is just an translation If you want an early access join my patreon:- patreon.com/BaDwYGaMeR

Jack Tavelor has three problems. First, he used to be a middle-aged Japanese man named Kenji Tanaka. Now he's a 21-year-old mixed-race American with a face like Keanu Reeves and an English vocabulary that barely passes CET-4. Second, he's trapped in a Frankenstein's monster of a TV universe where Dr. House yells at interns from *Grey's Anatomy*, his "uncle" Danny is from *Hawaii Five-0*, and his future boss, Captain Zoe Anderson, has a habit of straddling his lap when her trainee Hannah isn't looking. Third, and most importantly: the writers kill off characters for cheap drama. Arbitrarily. Absurdly. But Jack refuses to be a victim. Not because he's brave—because he has a Detective Development System that rewards him for surviving, and a healing skill that fixes bruises before his lover notices. He's not cannon fodder. He's the variable the script never planned for. Now he's heading to the LAPD police academy. His goal? Pass training, save the doomed extras, and maybe—just maybe—find out which lazy genius wrote him into this mess. Preferably before someone else dies for a plot twist. ///THIS IS A TRANSLATION 1. No Chingchong nationalism (i freaking changed the mc into Japanese, when ever there a mention of chingchong) 2. Have raw chapters available...no worries about update till i say otherwise. 3.I don't have any p*treon till now, all free to read chp( so don't ask about raw link, if you want it, search for it as it is very easy) 4. Another author had done the translation but he just google translated it, no change or what so ever). So it is full of poison. 5.I am trying to keep the story as consistent as possible, but if you find any mistakes, say so. 6.Please review and comment so that I can know that you aren't sleeping while reading. ///

A ruined life begins with awakening to Bluesilver Grass. I won the lottery and had Innate soul power, which is a one in a million Chance. What should I do if I only have one level of innate soul power? "Ding, the treasure chest trigger system is at your service!" "Ding, congratulations to the host for successfully awakening the martial soul and possessing soul power. The awakening treasure chest has been triggered and opened for the host. Congratulations to the host for getting a bottle of martial soul awakening liquid." "Ding, congratulations to the host for meeting the Son of Destiny, Tang San, triggering the Destiny Treasure Box, which has been opened for the host. Congratulations to the host for obtaining a copy of the Nine Yin and Nine Yang Manual of Kung Fu." (The system is supplementary. MC has to practice himself, and no direct improvement in Soul Power. Story has it's own main line and does not follow the Original fully. Do not join Tang San or the Protag Group.)

A Trash Martial Soul, Blue Silver Grass? A mutation with only 0.5 innate soul power?? And still defective!? I… luckily, luckily, I’ve read the original thoroughly… How can I survive? There’s only one way — cut in early. --- This is a Translation. ---

Reborn in Nuoding City with no system, no backing, and only Rank 1 Blue Silver Grass as his martial soul, Ye Yu starts at rock bottom. But with knowledge of the original story and a will to defy fate, he steals Ah Yin’s soul bone, evolves his martial soul, and allies with Qian Renxue. Forging his own path, he absorbs thousand-year soul rings from the start and transforms Blue Silver Grass into a force of life and power. “There are no trash martial souls—only trash soul masters.” Ye Yu proves it.

Author: 脑袋不空空 Original Name: 碧蓝之海，才不是爆衣战神 Introduction: "Name? Age? Why were you sleeping naked on the street?" "Miyazawa Yu, male, 20 years old, I don't smoke or drink, have no bad habits, and my dream is to build my own crystal palace (Harem) and try not to get 'chopped by a cleaver'!" A delicious bowl of pork cutlet rice was placed in front of him, but Miyazawa Yu was unmoved. Propping his chin up with both hands, he struck Commander Ikari's classic pose, his eyes firm and his words righteous as he declared to the officer in the hat! "I'm reporting! Iori Kitahara bought the alcohol! And he's the one who took my clothes off! Hurry up and arrest him!" "Hmm... I'm afraid, Mr. Miyazawa, the Mr. Kitahara next door also reported that you tore off your clothes and ran naked after drinking..." "NANI! That scoundrel is slandering me! He's slandering me! AAAAAGH!!!" ________________________________________

He traveled through Douluo and became Tang San's brother, Tang Chuan. He only awakened the Blue Silver Grass martial soul, and his innate soul power was just level one. Tang San was blind to the fact that his Blue Silver Grass was actually the top-level plant-type martial spirit, the Blue Silver Emperor, and that its greatest advantage was its vitality. Under the instigation of Yu Xiaogang, Tang San developed his Blue Silver Grass into a useless martial spirit that could only entangle and control. However, Tang Chuan chose a completely different cultivation path. His Blue Silver Grass wasn't the control type but the life type. He even created his own unique training system for Blue Silver Grass: the Wood Release Technique! A few years later, the two brothers reunited. Tang San was shocked to discover that his brother wasn't the "waste" that Yu Xiaogang had claimed he was. Instead, Tang Chuan was a genius soul master with ultimate attack power and endless recovery. He could even bring the dead back to life! Tang San: "How could this be? We both have Blue Silver Grass spirits, but why can Tang Chuan's be used to heal, attack, and control?" Master: "How could there be a problem with my spirit theory? Tang San couldn't beat Tang Chuan because of his own faults. Have you been practicing seriously over the years?" Shura God: "The damage I've caused isn't as much as the blood he's recovered?" Tang Hao: "Tang Chuan is my son, not Tang San!" Many years later, the Blue Silver Grass reappeared on the continent in a completely new form. This time, it was no longer a useless martial spirit. It was a top-level martial spirit that was unrivaled in the world and had both offensive and defensive capabilities! --------------- Check out advanced chapters on : patreon.com/Veni_V