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[Ding! Your son has offended a Pure Yang Plane cultivator. A loving father should also be a protective father. You have to be stronger than your opponent. Therefore, your cultivation will now be improved to the Pure Yang Plane.] … Qin Chuan realized he could become stronger every time his son got into trouble. As such, he got addicted to tricking and pampering his son into becoming a troublemaker. … Qin Chuan said, “Son, I am invincible. So, do whatever you want and get yourself in trouble!” ____________________ You can read advance chapters of this novel and other novels in my p@treon [email protected]/NO_NAME1412

This is a translation... Morin, who was organizing a compendium of Doraemon gadgets, suddenly finds himself transported to the world of Hunter x Hunter. There, he awakens a unique Nen ability: [4D Treasure Bag]! With this power, he can randomly summon gadgets from Doraemon’s arsenal. Can’t understand the Hunter world’s language? No problem, summon the Translation Jelly! Hungry and thirsty in the wild? Check out the Gourmet Tablecloth! Need to travel? Fly with the Bamboo Copter or use the Anywhere Door to go wherever you want. As each gadget demonstrates its incredible capabilities in Morin’s hands, he begins to establish himself as the one and only Item Master in this treacherous world! -- 1 chapters per day Advanced chapters at my Patreon (1 for free members) patreon .com /nenmaster --- Raw: 从全职猎人开始当道具大师

He transmigrated into the body of a sixteen-year-old boy. Asou Akiya’s new parents were dead, he had no ties, no burdens, no way back; the original owner had left him nothing but a precarious foothold as the lowliest grunt in Yokohama’s most notorious port organization. For an ordinary human without a single ability, simply staying alive was set to nightmare difficulty. No golden finger from the heavens? Then he would forge his own. Four years later. Destiny finally handed him its greatest turning point. After a cataclysmic explosion rocked the city, Asou Akiya, with meticulous calculation and trembling hands, rescued a breathtaking French beauty who had lost all memory. The man had been betrayed, abandoned, left fragile and shivering in the cold; yet beneath that porcelain vulnerability burned a soul of blinding brilliance and combat prowess that touched the very ceiling of this world. “…Who… am I?” “You are a romantic French poet, Rimbaud.” “A poet?” “Yes,” Akiya whispered, voice steady as scripture, “and you are the love of my life.” From that moment, Asou Akiya placed him upon the apex of his heart and spoiled him rotten. He soothed every wound with tenderness, watered the tender shoots of love with carefully tended lies, and watched them bloom. So what if memory returned one day? He had already seized the most priceless treasure in the world. Thank you, Verlaine! The partner you were willing to discard is now my wife. 【Asou Akiya × Rimbaud (French name: Jean Nicolas Arthur Rimbaud)】 {Mon âme éternelle, Observe ton voeu Malgré la nuit seule Et le jour en feu.} O my eternal soul, Hold fast to desire In spite of the night And the day on fire. — From A Season in Hell, Rimbaud

Yu Zhiye woke up in a desert alongside other players. In everybody's vision, there was an inventory hotbar, a 2 by 2 crafting grid... This is... survival mode of Minec- Wait a sec... What's this? Every player has a randomly generated innate gift? And what Yu Zhiye got was... a mysterious fisherman's hideout. From then on, Yu Zhiye's adventure took a strange turn... While others are still starving, Yu Zhiye roasted fish in his hideout... While others lived every night in horror, Yu Zhiye slept peacefully in his hideout... While others are shedding blood, sweat, and tears over a diamond sword, Yu Zhiye sat in his hideout popping champagne... Behind his throne, the wall was decorated with plasma rifles, cybernetic gauntlets, wands... At his feet, a starry heaven holding countless worlds like grains of sand... One day, everybody pointed fingers at the cosmic horror: What's wrong with him?! Are we even playing the same game?! For early access to new chapters and more, ya know where to go! [Content Warning] Mature Theme, Viewer Discretion is Advised [Disclaimer] All characters are above 18 years of age. All names, characters, and events in this novel are fictional, and any resemblance to real persons, places, and events which may seem to exist is purely coincidental.

Lin Meiyu, a pragmatic 27-year-old fashion designer, discovers she can literally pull people's "shadows" (manifestations of their hidden emotions, secrets, and true selves) into her pocket after a strange encounter during a solar eclipse. These shadows appear as small, sentient origami-like figures that whisper truths their owners hide.One day, she accidentally pockets the shadow of Jiang Chenxu - a cold, famous celebrity actor known for his perfect public image. His shadow is surprisingly warm, playful, and heartbreakingly lonely. The problem? She can't figure out how to return it, and without his shadow, Chenxu starts experiencing bizarre personality changes - becoming awkwardly honest and emotionally vulnerable at the worst possible moments.

Meet Mark, a regular guy who loves reading fanfiction about people ending up in different movies and tv series. Just like those main characters, he now finds himself in the same shoes – his first stop? Dawn of the Dead Remake. Running zombies? Double shit! Lucky for him, he's given a peak human physique and irresistible charm. Now, armed with these gifts and a magical smartphone that can transport him to different movies after the plot wraps, he's ready to live out his fantasy, snatching all the heroines he fancies.

“I transmigrated into the Nasuverse, gained the Root’s recognition, and discovered a singular truth: as long as I die an unnatural death, I can ascend to the Throne of Heroes and claim mastery—becoming an existence stronger and freer than even the Seven Grand Servants.” “For this, I threw myself into courting death with reckless abandon across the Nasuverse.” “I publicly cursed Gilgamesh to his face, challenged the omnipotent Zeus in Greece, audaciously abducted Skadi in Northern Europe, declared in Israel that Solomon was a demon god rather than a son of God, and in Britain… I foolishly sided with Morgan.” “And yet… why am I still alive?” 1994, Fuyuki. Rowe—the historically renowned figure, the third friend of the Oldest King, the First Grand Vizier of Mesopotamia, a favorite of the Greek gods, the King of Giants in Northern Europe, the divine hand that awakened Solomon’s humanity in Israel, the Prince Consort’s aide in Camelot—sat atop Fuyuki Bridge. Though young in appearance, his eyes reflected the weight of countless lifetimes. He sighed, looking down at the people before him: “Tell me… where did it all go wrong?” “Why not just kill me and let me ascend to the Throne of Heroes? Please!” Kiritsugu Emiya inhaled his cigarette, his gaze flicking to Artoria raising her Holy Lance, to Gilgamesh’s Gate of Babylon as it opened, to the crimson spear extending from the Land of Shadows… and yet his hand trembled slightly. ******* Read the first 5 chapters for free on my Patreon! Characters concept art to be availed! Join now, for only $5 @Shunsuke161

Danmachi is a world in which it is sadly far too easy to butterfly effect the apocalypse into existence. Unfortunately for the world our protagonist doesn't have the patience or sense to stay out of the the way, so now he's trying to game his way into murdering said apocalypse

Riven, an 18-year-old dreamer sheltered by love and haunted by tragedy, sets out from the forgotten city of Kaer Vaelen, seeking strength, purpose, and answers. Armed only with his starter—an unassuming but fiercely loyal Aron—and the teachings of his wise grandfather, he enters a world of black markets, lost legacies, and cruel truths, where trust can kill and secrets can reshape fate. As ancient forces stir and legendary bloodlines move in shadow, Riven must walk the line between hope and vengeance. The deeper he travels, the more he must ask: In a world ruled by monsters—both human and Pokémon—can a heart stay pure, or must it eclipse to survive? Theme: “Power reveals the truth of who we are—and who we’re willing to become.”

A man was transported to a world where magic, and special creature are in, and he was mistaken as an oderworlder, as he was summoned in an overlay of a failed summon, and he was given the power to become every Pokemon, even it's god. Hope you like it.