killua zoldyck

This novel is a total fanfic based on the series of Hunter X Hunter. The only thing I own is my own character. ___________________________________________________________ Leon Harris was a dead-set fan of the latest anime series "Hunter X Hunter". He would watch the episodes every day. Unexpectedly, his favorite character wasn’t the series lead character Gon Freecs, but the cold-blooded Killua Zoldyck. What Leon likes about Killua, is that he is one of the quickest-thinking characters and often analyzes situations with great ease and accuracy. Despite his young age, his way of thinking, knowledge, and pragmatism give him the attitude of an adult. Now that Leon Harris was bonded by system 602 and was taken to the world of Hunter X Hunter to meet his favorite character, would he be able to get close to Killua? Watch as Leon joined other protagonists on this journey of adventure.

Chief Detective Bai Yohan has been given the task of figuring out who has been causing brutal and messed up killings around his city. With no correlation to what killer’s intentions are, Bai Yohan will be forced to see the world from a new perspective.

As I walk down the street I hear a scree.... then darkness God: "Welcome child I regret to inform you that you have died." Man: "WTF! Did I seriously just die from the typical isekai Truck-kun this is bullshit." God: "Well I'm glad you are familiar with what will happen to your soul I'm afraid I don't know what this truck-kun is." Man: "Bullshit you don't know!" God: "ALRIGHT ASSHOLE IF YOUR GONNA BE LIKE THAT THEN I'LL TELL YOU, YOU HAD A BRAIN ANURISYM IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET AND DIED INSTANTLY!." Man: "Oh..." God: "YEAH I WAS GONNA LET YOU CHOOSE THE WORLD YOU GOT TO GO TO AND GIVE YOU A FEW WISHES BUT NOW, FUCK IT I'M PUTTING YOU IN THE MOST OVER THE TOP WORLD I CAN THINK OF, THE ONLY LUCK YOU WILL HAVE IS BEING RELATED TO ONE OF THE MAIN CHARACTER, GOOD LUCK YA DICK!" And then I opened my eyes to see I'm in a machine with a bunch of red threads around me. *I do not own Kill La Kill. This was all done just for fun*

Plot: Akazuha Shashiki is a veteran adventurer unknown to anyone except a few he's rescued. He has an ambiguous personality, neither good nor bad, and doesn't take sides. He also possesses a completely different kind of justice. Akazuha is also quite hardworking. Author's Note: On a beautiful day, I was very bored, so I decided to post some of my stories online. This is it. Please note, the plot is very simplistic, so if you don't like it, you can read something else.

Ketika seorang aktor menutupi latar belakang keluarganya,namun membawa petaka bagi orang sekitarnya.Akankah ia mampu melewati hari-harinya tanpa tragedi?

Eren had made a grave mistake in his life. He killed a younger brother. He had his reasons though. In this world, only the strong can survive. For this sin he was to be punished for 20 years in a survival game. Will he survive this game or will he face the same fate as his younger brother.

He chuckled. “What’s with the face?” I blinked. “What?” “You’re blushing.” His voice held a teasing lit, and I could practically hear the smirk behind it. “Oh.” I raised a hand to my cheek, rubbing absently, only to feel the warmth spreading across my skin. My lips twisted into a small, guilty smile. Leo’s eyes gleamed with amusement. There was something about the way he looked at me—steady, knowing—that made me uneasy. Not because I felt uncomfortable, but because I had spent so long misunderstanding him. Why hadn’t I seen his loyalty from the start? Why had I assumed he wanted me for business, for something transactional? A pang of guilt settled in my chest. “This place is…” I started, glancing around, searching for words. He leaned back slightly, one arm draped over the chair. “Deserving of a heiress,” he finished smoothly. “I had a work break.” A warm rush of gratitude filled me, but it was quickly dampened by a lingering thought. Cassie had mentioned something earlier—something about Ophelia storming into Leo’s office. My fingers curled slightly against the tablecloth.

A baby, having just been born into a world. Terribly confused of his very own existence. Abandoned by his parents, in a labyrinth, no less. How would he ever survive with just a Unique skill (and a unique mind) in this world with its nature of rapid, extreme self-growth?

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?"

Stella Sterling, born into wealth, had always followed the rules. Jaded by the hypocrisy of high society, she suddenly had a whim one day to have an ordinary romance. Thus, a fabricated rumor that Stella Sterling had spent a fortune to hire a Matchmaker from a dating site to find her a partner quickly spread through her circles. Those on good terms with her teased and watched the fun. Those on bad terms with her waited to see her become a joke. Later, an employee from the dating website revealed, "The company was acquired with an investment from a Vicenzan tycoon, and the profile of a certain female member with the surname Sterling was hidden overnight." The public speculated wildly about the identities of the Vicenzan tycoon and the female member with the surname Sterling. - Later on, a candid street photo that was accidentally captured went viral. In the dense night of The Spire on Vesper Island— Beside a Benz, a handsome, composed, and dignified man lifted a striking beauty in a red dress with one arm, pressing her against the car door and lowering his head for a deep kiss. In the faint light and shadow, the woman's flowing hair was swept by the wind, wrapping around the man's finger, which wore a pinky ring. Like a footnote to a romance, and even more like a vintage film frame etched into the axis of time. Someone immediately dug up the man's identity based on clues from the photo. The eldest son of Vicenza's Rhodes Family—low-profile and inscrutable, cold and untamable, and also the powerful contemporary authority of The Vesper Circle. And the alluring, glamorous belle by his side was none other than Stella Sterling. When the street photo spread to the mainland, everyone excitedly exclaimed: "The case is solved, the case is solved—"