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After an intense battle against the Republic, General Grievous and his army are forced to land onto a planet called Remnant.

Un chico sin ningún recuerdo de su anterior vida, es reencarnado en el mundo de Remnant por una diosa desconocida, con una misión. Cogerse a todas las mujeres que pueda...

He stopped finishing his own sentences. He started finishing everyone else's instead. That's how the last man to wear the Mantle died. Mid-council, he went around the table naming debts and names and nights no one there had spoken aloud in years, until he asked the captain, by name, whether the captain's daughter had ever forgiven him. The guard killed him before noon. He hadn't been trying to hurt anyone. He simply couldn't stop seeing what was true, or stop saying it. That's what the Throne actually does. It doesn't grant power, it grants clarity: total, involuntary, and permanent. Every self-deception anyone has ever built a life on comes due at once, including the wearer's own. In four decades, no one has survived wearing it longer than three years, and it isn't assassination that ends them. It's what the crown shows them about themselves. Cassian Vantyr has spent two years making sure that fate never has a reason to look at him. He files down the tang of his own practice sword, the part hidden inside the hilt that no inspection ever reaches, just enough that it fails exactly when a duel starts to look too real. He does this three nights before every Proving. His own mother hasn't caught him. It works, until one reflex he can't fake his way out of. A blade meant to open his arm turns aside on its own, clean and exact, and for one second the whole yard sees exactly what he's spent two years hiding. His mother says nothing about it in front of anyone. Not until the fight is over and the yard has emptied. Then she looks down at him in the mud and says only: "You moved like your father moved. Before." Neither of them says the word that comes after. The trials to fill that empty throne have just begun, and Cassian is about to learn that everyone else in the hall is hiding something just as carefully as he is: a forger, a girl born with a splinter of the Throne's own fire, a scribe sitting on a cover-up with bodies under it. He's simply the last one to find out how many. The Mantle doesn't ask who deserves to rule. It asks who can survive being known.

~Mantle of Gods~ A beloved progression fantasy novel about four chosen heroes destined to save the world from an ancient evil. Too bad they're complete idiots who fail spectacularly, leaving reality to burn in eternal darkness. ...But why did I have to transmigrate into this doomed world as Jin Winters, a nameless extra not even mentioned in the original story? And of all places, why Vienna — one of four cities destined to be completely annihilated in the opening act? Armed with my meta-knowledge and a cancer survivor's stubborn refusal to die quietly, I awakened the mysterious "Mantle of Harvest" — a power system the protagonists never fully understood. But knowledge is only useful if you live long enough to use it. Ninety-one days until the veil falls. Ninety-one days to grow strong enough to change a fate written in blood. Ninety-one days to prove that sometimes the extra can rewrite the entire damn story. ...Wait, why are my "quest visions" missing critical information? And what's this about harvesting more than just crops? Daily chapters!!! Patreon: patreon.com/NekoSama9999 You can access: - Up to 20+ advance chapters - Updated Character Images (Free) - Fun and interactive polls - Private community - Fan requests - And MUCH MORE

Abraham is a lonely and weak vagabond who traverses a world full of magic and monsters. But when he's gifted a sacred attribute from a shady chalice in a temple, everything changes. Pulse floods into him at a level that shouldn't be possible. And now, he's hunted by monsters and beings of almost divine power.

A NEW STORY LADIES AND GENTS, THIS IS A STORY ABOUT THE DANGERS OF ALCOHOL AND HANG AROUND BAD PEOPLE AND WELL BE RIGHT ON TIME IN YOUR HOME OR YOUR WIFE WILL KILL YOU.

This is your normal " I get roud roller by dio brando" But mc get a second chance to live like other shady 3 wishes isekai P.S not own the php P.S I don't own rwby Warning this is my first novel so some mistake might be here and there so yah

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Radyn, a young man driven by the loss of his family, embarks on a journey to reclaim his honor and find his place in the world.However, lurking in the shadows are greater dangers than simple bandits—rumors of alliances between bandits and monsters hint at an impending threat that could change the fate of Elaria.

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?"