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Shen Qinglan was a retired top assassin. She had only one wish: to live a life of leisure until her end. Little did she know, fate had other plans. On a sunny, cloudless summer day, lightning struck her down. - Upon waking up, she found herself in a different world. She was in a small village and was considered a foolish girl. She had initially planned to live as a carefree fool, but her family had too many mouths to feed, and there was never enough food to go around. - The first time they crossed paths, he approached her and greeted her, but she ignored him. The second time they met, he was her landlord, and he asked, “Miss, want to be friends?” She nodded and agreed. Delighted, he gave her a house and money, claiming it was to help a friend in need. The third time they met, he brought her a gift. Then, the fourth, fifth, and sixth times... Every time she saw him, she received a new gift.

Lu Jingzhi, a bigshot who reached the highest level, transmigrated. As soon as the game started, she found herself in a cottage with three family members. Lu Jingzhi clenched her fists tightly. She wanted to rise! She was a tri-elemental mutant who had control over space and an endless supply of food. Why did she have to starve herself to death in a valley? However... Something was wrong with her mother. What? Did her mother reincarnate? Was she a noble consort in her previous lifetime? There was something wrong with her older sister. What? Was she a female CEO who transmigrated from the future? There was something wrong with her younger sister. What? She also transmigrated here... Lu Jingzhi was overjoyed... If they worked together as a family, the days of eating hot pot and living in a villa wouldn't be too far away! They started hunting, farming, making fruit jam, growing chilis, and opening a tea store... Life was constantly getting better.

So to begin, this is technically a skyrim fanfic. Why isn't it in the fan-fics then? Simple! It's based on a game and I don't feel that counts as a fan-fic. Second, I've read like a few skyrim stories here lately. I liked them, as a bethesda fan boy... Well, now I need to take a crack at it. I literally start a new game of skyrim every new year. Its my tradition, so I felt I had to do this. If its bad, ah well. If its good, GREAT! Overall though, I feel we need more skyrim based stories or fan-fics. It has the perfect setting for the transmigration genre. Now read at your own risk.

In a world where abilities decide everything, one student starts at the bottom. But not everything is as it seems. And some abilities… break the system from within.

He was a genius city planner. Then a disgraced shut-in. Then a baby in a goblin hut. When Takumi dies a stupid death (instant ramen, no joke), he expects oblivion. Instead, he’s reborn as a helpless human child in a tribe of goblins. No powers. No skills. No cheat stats. Survival should be impossible. But he’s got one thing going for him: a brain full of strategy games, city-building know-how, and an absolutely ridiculous talent for bluffing. When adventurers attack his goblin family, he fakes being a legendary curse-bearer—and lives. Now, with monsters hunted and hated across the land, Takumi sets out to build a nation where they can finally live in peace. No magic. No sword. No chosen one status. Just lies, heart, and urban development. The goblins call him “Soft-Skin.” The world may soon call him king.

Ethan awakens amd is greeted by ROB. " Hey... sooo... yeah I killed you sorry. But I am compensating by dropping you into a fantasy world with a system. With no memories at that. You're welcome. Byeeee~" " Wait, F*** YOUUUUU....." 'poof' ------------------------------ This is just an idea I want to see but no one wrote about it. I'm not a good writer and would love to see someone else write this but until then you get my sh**y work. If anyone does start writing based off my idea, please let me know, I would love to read yours instead of mine.

Ryan was once a global threat. From nothing, he built an international underground network that operated beyond borders. Governments, military factions, powerful businessmen, and hidden elites all tried to eliminate him—but none could reach him. His strength came from precision, planning, and control, never relying on force alone. During his rise, Ryan uncovered a hidden martial method and a jade pendant—remnants of something unknown. Years of experimentation pushed his body beyond human limits, but the path he created remained incomplete. It did not save him. A single mistake exposed his location. This time, they did not act separately. Governments, military forces, and powerful interests moved together—not to capture him, but to erase him. A bomb leveled an entire town, taking thousands of lives with it. Ryan died in the blast. He woke again. Not as a king, but as a fifteen-year-old mining slave in an unfamiliar world. A world ruled by nobles, where power defines law. His new body was weak, starved, and barely holding together. His family had been framed, stripped of their land, and forced into slavery. This was not a second chance. It was a worse beginning. Before, he rose from nothing. Now, he starts with less than nothing—no strength, no resources, no escape. He ruled the world once. Now he’s a starving slave—can he rise again?

After dying mid-scheme, legendary duchess Marguerite awakens as Seraphina von Ashgrave—broke, titled, and surrounded by cats. With charm, violence, and a very fat feline CFO, she builds an empire of clubs, brothels, and whispered secrets—collecting beautiful, morally flexible men along the way. She’s not here to save the world. She’s here to own it. And redecorate it in velvet and sin.

The world ended. She didn’t. When elite spec-ops commander Ada Keane regains consciousness, she’s not in the middle of a battlefield, nor in the embrace of death. Instead, she awakens in a foreign body inside a simulation-stabilized post-apocalyptic world—a collapsed civilization governed by the law of the strong, where mutated beasts roam and human structures are ashes beneath bioengineered rot. Her body is different. Her name, however, remains etched in steel: Ada. The only thing keeping her grounded is a survival system known as Architect, a cold, calculating AI that delivers one unambiguous directive: Rebuild order. Neutralize threats. Lead the world’s reconstruction. Ada doesn't waste time. She doesn’t flirt, doesn’t mourn, doesn’t ask "why me?" She acts—fortifying a ruined base, organizing scattered survivors, and setting military-grade strategies in place. But the system architecture is flawed, still learning, still… evolving. And somewhere inside this fractured world, others have noticed her. Among them is Vega, a stoic, brilliant woman with shadows in her eyes and a past tangled with the very collapse that destroyed the world. Vega doesn’t trust easily. Neither does Ada. But the battlefield teaches a universal truth: some allies are earned in blood, not words. As Ada’s influence spreads, factions rise to confront her. A brutal Alpha-led paramilitary force called the Cradle Chain seeks to control all surviving zones with a doctrine of forced purity. They believe Ada is an anomaly—an unapproved variable in a world they thought they controlled. But Ada doesn’t break. She builds. As the mission intensifies, Ada must grapple with enemies human and monstrous, unravel Vega’s secrets, and confront her own dissonant instincts—because survival isn't just about food and guns anymore. It’s about reclaiming a future worth living. And maybe—if the world can stop ending long enough—it’s about someone to live it with.

After dying from her previous world, Isla finds herself in another apocalyptic world. Three months after the continuous heavy rain, humanity clings to life on rafts, floating settlements, mountaintops, and ruined skyscrapers barely poking through the flood. Civilization crumbled, resources became scarce, and everyday is a struggle to survive against water beast, raiders, and unpredictable weather. From a small raft selling snacks to a floating city, Isla Lane became humanity’s last hope.