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[THIS IS MTL-ed NOVEL] In a chaotic era, survival is key; in a prosperous age, one seeks fame. The Great Yu Dynasty, weathered by time, still flourishes in its golden age. In the northwest, a young man traverses nine thousand miles on foot, slaying great demons alone, seeking glory and honor for a lifetime. At Dragon Lake, an unparalleled master arrives in the world, establishing a sect that will be remembered for a hundred generations. In the imperial capital, a sage spreads his teachings to thousands, his disciples scattered across all provinces, leaving a legacy that endures through the ages. Meanwhile, within the courtyard of a prominent military family in Qingzhou City, a child idles away his days, caring little for proper pursuits, only interested in playing chess, painting, fishing, and playing the zither. Years later— ... A sword rises, creating a dragon’s mist three thousand miles long, cutting down all the cities of the nine provinces with one stroke! In the myriad laws of the world, only I enter the Dao. ____________________ You can read advance chapters of this novel and other novels in my patreon patreon.com/NO_NAME1412

“Hello, strange wizard. What’s your name?” “Avada Kedavra.” That conversation usually ends poorly. Branded with the most infamous name in magical history, Avada Kendavia enters Hogwarts carrying a reputation he never asked for and a future everyone else seems convinced he shouldn’t have. Professors hesitate. The Ministry avoids eye contact. Classmates whisper. And Avada listens. Sorted into Hufflepuff, he quickly discovers the power of being ignored. While the school focuses on heroes, villains, and house rivalries, Avada starts asking quieter—and far more dangerous—questions. Why do spells behave differently? Why do some rules feel… inconsistent? And why does magic itself seem to notice him? Between potions, experimentation, accidental notoriety, and friendships formed in unlikely places, Avada Kendavia begins uncovering a side of the wizarding world rarely discussed in textbooks—and even more rarely acknowledged by the Ministry. This is a story about magic examined under a microscope. About talent earned, not granted. About a name that should have ended everything— —and the wizard who decided it wouldn’t.

This is just a guy who reincarnated to Code Geass. the mc knows he reincarnated because the reincarnated identity had not died. Updates are 7 chapters a week. Please support me on P a t r e o n. You will get 20 chapters more in advance if you do. p a t r e o n.com/SoldKlad001 without the spaces and make sure to follow the big and small letters. This Fan fic is already planned out although crudely and I plan to finish this one before trying to make an original. I need support and motivation though, that's why.. P A T R E O N Edit: I only have one tier in my Pat reon now.

He died a 32 year old man on a Tuesday. He woke up as Ron Weasley. Not a child pretending to be Ron — a grown man, fully aware, with all the memories of a life already lived and the complete knowledge of a war that hasn't happened yet. He knows how it ends. He knows what it costs. And he has decided, quietly and with considerable patience, that it is going to cost significantly less this time.He's can't fully stop it — he's not Dumbledore — but he can make it hurt less. The plan: Destroy the Horcruxes, Keep Sirius alive. Harry gets a better life than the books gave him but most importantly make sure to bring everyone home in the end. What he didn't plan for: genuinely loving this family. A father who finds Muggle engineering genuinely miraculous. A mother who notices everything and says exactly as much as she means to. A sister who says true things directly and takes his cooking personally. Traveling with his siblings. Cooking lessons in the Hogwarts kitchens. Languages acquired overnight and a camera that catches the moments nobody else thinks to photograph. Friends who turn out to be more interesting than the story gave them credit for — Harry, who is braver and quieter and funnier than anyone gives him credit for. Hermione, who argues with him as an equal, which is her highest form of respect. Neville, who is right about things more often than he knows. Luna, who says the true thing in the voice of someone who has decided the truth doesn't need defending. Becoming someone worth being. And falling, slowly and completely, for a girl who has been watching him the whole time. Slice of life. Canon-aware. The war is coming. That's not the main story. Reincarnation SI. Slow burn romance. Found family. First fanfiction —Use of AI due to English being not my first language. Thank you for reading.

Renz, a professional gamer, stumbled upon a mysterious “Life Simulator” game disc while studying abroad in Japan. Upon waking, he discovered that ten years had passed. Not only was he now a father of two, but he also had a wife—Erina Nakiri—who seemed to have been transported from ten years ago as well.

Marcus Goldman, an Inventor and Engineer wakes up in a body of the Black Prince, Lelouch vi Britannia. Forget about Zero Requiem, we are conquering the Stars themselves! Well, Sh1t gets real. Why you need Geass when you can make Weapons of Mass Destruction in form of Mobile Suits?

A man from another world awakens to find himself in the body of Jack the Drought, one of the feared All-Stars of the Beast Pirates. With his towering frame, fearsome strength, and the loyalty of his Mammoth Zoan Devil Fruit, Jack should be a force to be reckoned with. Yet, in canon, his potential always felt squandered—endless beatdowns, failed missions, and an eternal punching bag for stronger enemies. But not this time. Armed with knowledge from his original world—Jack is ready to rewrite his fate. No longer content to be Kaido’s reckless brute, he’ll prove himself as the most unshakable All-Star, capable of strategy, leadership, and unleashing destruction in the name of the Beast Pirates. This is the story of a transmigrator who refuses to be just another henchman. From reshaping alliances to bringing new firepower to Kaido’s empire, Jack will carve out a place in history, one mammoth stomp at a time. Packed with humor, thrilling battles, and a fresh perspective on the Beast Pirates, this fanfic explores Jack’s untapped potential and the chaos that ensues when a modern mind meets an ancient world. After all, it’s survival of the fittest—and Jack is done losing. .... For each review +1 chapter [RAW: 海贼：我叫杰克，我很抗揍]

Sith Auguro, transported to the world of One Piece, witnessed firsthand the brutality of pirates. At that moment, all notions of passion and freedom became lies! The Divine Kingdom System! Summon the Gotei 13! The Four Emperors? The Three Admirals? I have thirteen captains! The Five Elders? The Knights of God? I have the Zero Division! Imu, the King of the World? I am the Soul King, ruling over all Shinigami! This world is already filled with death and slaughter; using Shinigami to suppress it isn't excessive, is it? Since there is no peace in this world, I will carve one out myself!

Forgiveness isn't something you are only granted by others. Forgiveness is something that you also have to grant to yourself. An AU starting about six months earlier than canon did, and in part a Christmas story. Please see warning in A/N.

The Fallen Moon's Gift "Hahahaha! Fake! It's all fake!" Under the crimson moon, Menma Uzumaki—the one who ignited the Fourth Great Ninja War—faced the eighty thousand soldiers of the Allied Shinobi Forces. He manipulated the Nine-Tails, slaughtering everyone in his path. "There is no Sage of Six Paths! There is no Kaguya Otsutsuki! This world is a lie!" Feeling the rejection of the 'Limited Tsukuyomi' world, Menma condensed a small, dark purple sphere in his right hand. Enveloped in Wind Style chakra, he let it slowly descend toward the ground. "This is a parting gift for this world." A flash of white light erupted, and the 'Limited Tsukuyomi' world vanished. When he opened his eyes again, it was already the Night of the Nine-Tails. Held by the mysterious masked man, Menma looked across and saw Naruto in Minato Namikaze's arms. ‘Sh1t!’