deleting snap story

Marcus Grant was a special child. Anything he wanted, he could have with a snap of his fingers. But life like that gets boring. He snapped away comfort, and his power, and thrust himself into a new world. One with new people to meet, new things to do, and new challenges to conquer. If you enjoy, be sure to drop some stones! You can contact me here: Discord: Stormzz#4473 My other work (WSA): https://www.webnovel.com/book/system-of-legends-i-will-lead-them-all!_23117959906254205

At eighteen, Haruto has already lived a lifetime of silence. For 5 years, he has survived alone in a cramped, hollow house, abandoned by the world. He never stepped foot in a school, yet he possessed a genius that no classroom could teach. To escape the suffocating boredom of his reality, Haruto turned to the only world that welcomed him: Gaming. Living on the meager wages of a shopping mart job, he couldn't afford a life, let alone a console. So, he built one. From junkyard scrap, discarded circuits, and shattered LCDs, he engineered a high-performance rig that shouldn't have worked—but did. It was his only masterpiece in a world he found utterly gray. Everything changed the night a shooting star answered his silent plea for excitement. Haruto is transported to Aetheria, a realm divided among four great races: Humans, Spirits, Elves, and Gods. He is immediately thrust into a trial of worth, forced to face the overwhelming presence of three Goddesses. Against all odds, he is chosen as the successor to "AETHERIS," the primordial force of reality. With the legendary title of "Star-Child," his Mana becomes linked to his very emotions—a source of infinite power. But the gift comes with a cruel twist. In Aetheria, everyone lives by the HUD, a system screen tracking levels and skills. Because he inherited a God's power, the system glitched: Haruto has Infinite Mana, but his Level and Skills have been reset to absolute Zero. Now, the Master Gamer must grind like never before. While he lacks skills, he carries a secret the world isn't ready for: He gains experience 1000 times faster than any living being. His goal is clear: reach Level 100, eliminate his boredom, and confront the God of Nothingness—an entity the world has long forgotten. Many allies and enemies will join his journey, but Haruto is playing a different game. And in this game, there are no save files.

A happy future awaits every child who has been born into the world. However, that could not be said for Rodrick Leinart, a man who was less fortunate enough to live the early years of his childhood with a happy and complete family...only for it to end up in a tragedy: behold, his ruined family. Dealing throughout life after the outcome of his father's infidelity, he vowed to become a man who his mother could be proud of. ...but when he chooses to play the most popular game of his time, a VRPG harem-based game with the potential to help him financially, he is torn between two choices: play the game and earn money, or honor the promise he made to his mother. So? What does he do? He plays the game in the opposite way as advertised! "Harem? What harem? I only choose to have one wife!" ▪︎ ・・・ ▪︎ TRIGGERS ▪︎ ・・・ ▪︎ 1.) First-Person Writing (I know, but it is what it is...I promise it will be enjoyable though. The story will start first and foremost with plentiful observations though, so if that's a red flag, don't read it hahaha.) 2.) Slow Burn Romance (Just because it's nice to see romance bloom slowly...from nothing. And also because it's underrated.) ▪︎ ・・・ ▪︎ AUTHOR'S NOTE ▪︎ ・・・ ▪︎ But seriously, who knows? You might enjoy the story despite these triggers. Just give it a shot, maybe the first 30 chapters? :

A teenage boy is involved in a life changing accident wherein a whole new world becomes open to him. What will he encounter while the very fabric of reality hangs in the balance?

This story follows Reine, a warrior trapped in a death loop within a high-fantasy setting. By utilizing a "Grit" mechanic and a unique mana system, the protagonist must bridge the gap between his low rank and the God-like entities pursuing him. The narrative explores themes of trauma-based learning and the optimization of combat logic, transitioning from a standard martial arts focus to a hybrid magical-warrior system

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The wind up here is a bastard. A cold, thirty-thousand-foot bastard that bites through the silk robes they stuffed him in. Yacumechi Taxaka stands in the center of the floating arena. A speck of dirt on polished marble. Fifty thousand pairs of eyes drilling into him from levitating stands. He hates the silence most of all. [Yeah. Just stare. Get a good look at the freak. I know what you're all waiting for.] The Monolith of Truth looms before him. Ten meters of crystalline bullshit. It's supposed to glow. Blue for average. Gold for elite. White for a God-Child, if the old legends are true. His father, the great General Taxaka, sits in the Royal Box. Won't even look at him. Rigid jaw. Chest covered in medals. Waiting for the moment he can finally justify the disappointment. A High Examiner steps forward. Scroll in hand. Voice booming across the arena. "Yacumechi Taxaka. House Taxaka. You will place your palm upon the Monolith." Yacumechi doesn't move. Sweat rolls down the Examiner's temple. "Boy. Now." "Or what?" Small voice. A ten-year-old's voice. But it cuts through the wind like a blade. "You gonna send me back to the compound early? Skip the part where you all pretend to be shocked?" Gasps. A few nobles snicker. The Emperor, withered bastard in a gilded chair, leans forward. Just a fraction. Yacumechi sees it. "Place your hand on the pillar. Final warning." [Final warning. Right. Like they'd kill me. The General's "failed" heir? They need the show. They need to see the zero.] Yacumechi spits on the marble. Walks forward. He doesn't place his palm on the pillar. He punches it. The sound isn't a crack. It's a void. A split second where the world forgets how to make noise. Then the Monolith explodes. Not shattered. Not cracked. Exploded. Shockwave of raw force rips outward. Front row of noble mages, the ones who paid for the best seats, fly back like rag dolls. One hits a marble column with a wet, pulpy smack that echoes. White robe turning red. Ground fractures beneath his feet. Black cracks spiderweb fifty meters in every direction. The floating arena lurches. Drops three feet before the stabilizing runes scream to catch it. Yacumechi stands at the epicenter. Fist still extended. No dust. No scratches. He lowers his arm. Watches crystal shards rain down on screaming crowds. Turns to the Royal Box. His father is standing now. Pale. Mouth open. The Emperor grips his throne. Wood splintering under his fingers. "So." Yacumechi's voice cuts through the stunned silence. "Did we get a reading, or what?" A junior mage at a backup console looks up. Face the color of curdled milk. Voice cracking. "I-I-it… the scale doesn't… it doesn't have a… a fucking number for this." Yacumechi smiles. Not a kid's smile. A scar pulled tight. [Yeah. Now we're talking.]

Angel Clementine At the age of 16, she is an assassin of Russian Mafia. Her parent was powerful at that time. Until Dragon mafia came and kill her parent. She doesn't know who was the dragon mafia is. After her parent death, she run away from the mafia thing and her Uncle, Andrei Vladimir be the next lead of Russian Mafia. Now she is 18 years old , still studying and work as a cleaner for part time job. She really need the money for living her life. One night, a man who is powerful in the country kidnap her for be his assassin. Didn't she know the man was her childhood crush. Would she remember him? Would she get her revenge on dragon mafia? Or her assumption about him was wrong? Elijah Hemsworth He was really in love one of his childhood friend. Her face still vividly in his mind. But that nothing to stop him to find her. He powerful now then before. Ruthless, merciless and heartless. Is all people say about him. Their parent were very close friend in the past but they lost contact after leaving to new country. Would he find her? Would they be together again? Guess you all find out in the story. Peace ?

“Protect those who are weak… Not everyone is gifted like you, my dear Kamiya…” Kamiya Touman, an ordinary young boy living in the suburbs of Kyoto, awakens the hidden talent of magic within himself in a desperate fight with death. After the fight, he was approached by the high-level magician, Shinra Hara, who recruited and enrolled him into the Private Academy of Morgana. There, he found new friends and would grow along with them, his goal to protect those who are weak given to him by his late parents. He is shown a whole new world... A world of magic and curses.

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?"