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cliche~ -Apocalypse type novel -A Small part of game first few chapters -Evolved animals and hidden creatures surfacing

In a world where a human's soul and thoughts can influence the dearest items essentially giving them special abilities to them while corrupted thoughts can make them uncontrollable monsters, what would happen to the young boy trying to survive in such a world where death lurks at every corner? What will happen to the boy and his Katana in this foreign world? This is the story of such a life in such a world.

A boy who's travelling in various anime, novel, movies universe, in in that journey, he'll meeg various boys who will make him succomb to his desire. The desire to be dominated. All the variouse worldsand Universe are not mine. This just a fanfiction. My fantasy.

Seven orphans… seven brothers bound not by blood, but by fate. Together, they rise from the ashes of pain, betrayal, and tragedy to forge their own path in a world ruled by blades and shadows. KOJI 7 – A brotherhood forged in shadows, battling for a world of their own.

Zhao Feng arbejder hårdt for at bevise, at han er bedre end sine jævnaldrende på Kampkunst-træningspladsen, men netop som han er ved at give op, smelter en mystisk, sort, marmorlignende genstand sammen med hans venstre øje og giver ham de gamle guders kræfter. Med sine nyfundne kræfter begiver Zhao Feng sig ud på rejsen mod at blive den største kampkunstner nogensinde.

Shoko Kaoji follows a nineteen-year-old young man who rejects the very idea of human connection, viewing love, empathy, and grief as parasitic illusions imposed by society. Bitter, detached, and openly hostile, Shoko exists in emotional isolation, convinced that bonds only weaken those who cling to them. When his parents die in a sudden car accident, his lack of grief draws the attention of authorities—and something far less rational. Amid rain-soaked streets, interrogations, and an unsettling moment where death itself seems to linger, Shoko is forced into confrontation not with loss, but with the uncomfortable question of whether his emptiness is genuine indifference or a defense against something deeper. Blending psychological introspection with subtle supernatural tension, Shoko Kaoji explores isolation, denial, and the fragile boundary between emotional numbness and buried humanity.

In a world full of violence and monsters referred to as 'Monstra' that accompany this world's violence, many people have to fight to keep living, even amongst themselves. We all face hardships, it’s what makes us grow as people, but people fail to see the message behind their struggles and might even misinterpret them; it takes a little bit of guidance to fall back onto the right path. A bit of a personal one here but deep down, I want people to read this story and see how Aalet changes character from beginning to end and then learn from it, this is meant to be a spiritual adventure after all!

Earth’s gods were never gods — they were alien conquerors. Five centuries ago, the invaders vanished, leaving behind ruins, myths… and one sleeping weapon. Project KrysKo — a synthetic warrior infused with alien technology and the memories of a human long dead — awakens in a world that has forgotten the truth. Humanity has rebuilt. History has twisted. And the “gods” who once ruled are slowly returning. KrysKo was created for a single purpose: Save Earth from its coming extinction. But his programming hides a second directive — one powerful enough to end humanity instead. As old alien factions rise, human cults worship false gods, and secret labs race to recreate his design, KrysKo must choose what he truly is: A savior built by human hope… or a destroyer forged by alien war. Human memory. Alien power. The future of Earth stands on his blade. 1. “Built to save. Programmed to destroy.” 2. “A machine with a soul — or none at all.” 3. “When gods are aliens, who do you worship?” 4. “500 years asleep. Now, the war begins.” 5. “Human memory. Alien power. Earth’s last chance.” 6. “The savior they made. The weapon they unleashed.” 7. “Project KrysKo: Will he be hero or executioner?” #ProjectKrysKo #KrysKoLives #RiseOfKrysKo Genre/Niche #SciFiStory #AlienWar #PostApocalypticWorld #SyntheticSoldier #AIvsHumanity #MythAndMachine

Gojo died in a battle against Sukuna and the one below him He then met A goddess and was sent off in a new world

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?"