kawaii tactical

A war-scarred military commander. A world-renowned doctor shrouded in mystery. Bound by secrets, hunted by enemies, and tied by a vow soaked in blood — together they must fight the forces that seek to tear them apart. Love, power, and revenge converge in this spellbinding romance where nothing is as it seems.

Michael Jameston, a 55-year-old American book sales executive and former silkscreen craftsman, awakens to an impossible reality: he now inhabits the body of Constantine Palaiologos, Despot of Morea. Determined to survive, he sets out to reshape a world on the brink of monumental change. Join me on an epic journey as Michael crafts a new destiny and transforms the future of an empire! Read 15 chapters ahead on Patreon! https://www.patreon.com/c/EMPIREREWRITTEN What to Expect: - Self-insert protagonist navigating medieval intrigue - Aside from a few shorter chapters at the beginning, each chapter ranges from 2,000 to 3,000 words. New chapters will be released consistently on Mondays and Thursdays, with occasional bonus chapters appearing on Fridays. - An alternate history of the Roman/Byzantine Empire revival. - Multiple POVs, with a focus on the main character - Realistic technological advancements integrated over time - No LitRPG or magical elements—just grounded historical fiction - A protagonist evolving as he adapts to his new medieval world - A deeply researched historical approach for an immersive experience

One fine day, lordol have a dream on preregistered of the certain event, on the next day, he suddenly noticed that his world took a drastic change. From its earlier peacefulness, he found himself in a world that seemed a dungeon with no escape, where everyone seeks for a safe zone, either by paying, stealing, or building one by using hunt materials earned through their fight for survival.

Kaito Phillips has always thought football was the dumbest sport in the world, tiring, sweaty, and pointless. Yet somehow, he finds himself standing on a pitch, out of breath, staring down a game he never wanted to play. How did it come to this? Between a stubborn father with a past of his own, a little brother who won’t stop teasing him, and a classmate with the world’s most ridiculous action-hero name, Kai’s quiet life keeps getting pulled toward the very game he hates. And the worst part? The more time he spends around it, the harder it becomes to look away. A lighthearted tale with sharp comedy, heartfelt family bonds, and an unexpected path toward something bigger....this is definitely your usual sports story. This is my first book, so critiques would be appreciated as long as they aren't too hurtful... Enjoy...

Ash Lynel died clean. No regrets. No hesitation. He was the CIA’s most precise black-ops asset — The Ghost. Then a divine bureaucrat botched his reincarnation. Now he’s stranded in a crumbling frontier world where Sigils reflect the soul, skills awaken through belief, and monsters bleed corrupted essence. No levels. No system menu. Just scars, instincts — and a barefoot goddess who crash-landed with him. Elira was supposed to handle his transfer. Instead, she lost her Divine Card… and accidentally anchored herself to Ash’s soul. She swears she’s still a goddess. Ash swears she’s a walking disaster. But something in this land reacts to him. The Guild’s Sigil Mirror glitches when it reads his stats. Corrupted beasts hesitate. And Elira won’t say what she saw in his soul… only that it wasn’t supposed to exist. Ash doesn’t want power. He wants gear, shelter, and to stay off the radar. Too bad the gods abandoned this continent — and what’s left behind still hunts anomalies. In this world: Sigils evolve through belief, trauma, and identity. Divine traits are hidden — only gods can see them. Some relics scan your truth. Some skills remember what you were. And some souls… were never meant to be read at all. A slow-burn epic featuring: Tactical combat, survival, and stealth Soft stat progression through emotion, not grinding Divine corruption, ancient god-tech, and broken miracles One man trying very hard not to be a chosen one Some skills are earned. Some are remembered. And some should never awaken.

In the midst of a brutal modern war, three soldiers find themselves unexpectedly transported into a fantastical realm by an enigmatic goddess. Confronted with the opportunity to shape their destinies anew, the trio embarks on an unforeseen adventure in this magical world, unearthing mysteries, forging alliances, and confronting formidable adversaries. As they navigate the challenges of this unfamiliar landscape, the soldiers must unravel the secrets of their deployment and discover the true purpose behind their journey. In a realm where magic and warfare intertwine, the choices they make will not only determine their fates but also reshape the destiny of the entire fantastical realm. I'm new to making a story and still practicing, this is my very first story that I made and hope you like it.

ore no imouto tenshi yori kawaii!!

Our hero is hands down the best space admiral the galaxy has ever seen, outstanding shoot, brilliant tactician, inspired strategist and Inspires loyalty and excellence in his followers. Warfare is his profession and he is good. only thing is he much rather stay in bed and read a book. conquering the galaxy? I mean he could sure but thats way to much effort to run. a scout escort ship is enough for him thank you very much. so what if these ships are looked at like a glorified systems patrol boat by the rest of the navy its an easy laid back job. until one day his easy life is interrupted transfered to the Academy fleet he must teach a new generation of upstarts umm students how to command or something cant be that bad... right?( MC very loosely based on admiral yang from Legends of Galactic Heros this is NOT a fan fiction from the series just a loose basis) ( harem tag added as a possibly if so it will be a slow build)

The World was taken over by an FPS Virtual Reality Game, developed by Chinese Developers.

"Behind! Run, run, run!!!" "Piers? What's happening?!" ..... "What are you doing?" "B-63-092." "What?" I looked behind at Chris. "B-63-092." I said sternly, only to be greeted by his confused and shocked voice. "It's getting in your head..." He mumbled quietly. I grabbed that J'avos's wrist and shook it. "It's a code Capitan. We're going to die, Chris." ..... "Kill a man, one is a murderer, Kill a million, a conqueror, Kill them all, a God." ..... ---- "Luna Skywalker. Just a pathetic human soldier, who wants everyone happy... Poor answer for a question of meaning to live, I am pitying you. Disgrace..." Just then a robotic voice echoed through the dark room with just emergency lights blazing towards me and him. "Thanks for your contribution to the experiment." He smiled, his dark crimson eyes dripping with hate and animosity, as beckoned at the guard. "Kill her."