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Made up Stands i made and the user's story (First chapter will be published in July 4, 2021)

Jessy merupakan gadis berusia 21 tahun yang kelewat biasa. Kehidupannya pun kelewat monoton. Tapi itu semua berubah ketika dirinya diajak oleh sahabatnya untuk ikut menonton pertandingan Bulutangkis di Jakarta. Mulai dari situlah hidup Jessy berubah jadi menyenangkan. Ia menemukan sosok lelaki tampan bernama Jojo yang merupakan seorang atlet bulutangkis nasional populer se-Indonesia. Dirinya melakukan segala cara agar bisa lebih dekat dengan sang atlet itu. Akhirnya, Jojo merasa tertarik dengan gadis aneh bernama Jessy itu. Hubungan mereka berdua semakin dekat. Jessy merasa perasaannya bukan lah seperti fans dan idola pada umumnya. Ia merasa bahwa ia menyukai sosok Jojo sebagai lelaki biasa bukan sebagai seorang atlet terkenal. Begitupun dengan Jojo yang tertarik dengan sosok Jessy yang membuat kehidupannya menjadi lebih berwarna. Namun, seakan semesta tidak membiarkan kisah cinta mereka berjalan lancar. Satu demi satu ujian terhadap hubungan mereka silih datang berganti. Membuat Jessy merasa ragu untuk bisa bertahan bersama orang terkenal seperti Jojo. Mampukah Jojo mempertahankan Jessy?

Dave Mercer has a problem. A big problem. One day, after years of suffering at the mercy of 'another', something magical presents him with the possibility to remake himself anew. Follow Dave's journey through multiple worlds as he struggles with grasping the meaning of strength, making friends, and trying to find love.

PROLOGUE: WRITING A SET OF all possible character strings. All possible books would be contained in that. Most unfortunately though, there is no guarantee whatsoever you would be able to find within it the book you were hoping for. It could be you might find a string of characters saying, “This is the book you were hoping for.” Like right here, now. But of course, that is not the book you were hoping for. I haven’t seen her since then. I think she’s most likely dead. After all, it has been hundreds of years. But then again, I also think this. Noticing her as she gazes intently into the mirror, the room in disarray; it is clear that centuries have flowed by, or some such. And she, perhaps, has finished applying her makeup, and she is getting up and is going out to look for me. Her eyes show no sign of taking in the fact that the house has been completely changed, destroyed around her. The change was gradual, continuing, and even long ago she was not very good at things like that. As far as she is concerned, that is not the sort of thing one has to pay attention to. Not that she is aware, but it seems so obvious, she doesn’t need to care about it. Have we drowned, are we about to drown, are we already finished drowning, are we not yet drowning? We are in one of those situations. Ofcourse, it could be that we will never drown. But think about it. I mean, even fish can drown. I remember her saying meanly, “If that’s the case, you must be the one from the past.” It is true of course. Everybody comes out of the past; it’s not that I’m some guy who comes from some particular past. Even when that is pointed out, though, she shows no sign of backing down. “It’s not as if I came out of some bizarro past,” she said. That’s how she and I met. Writing it down this way, it doesn’t seem like anything at all is about to happen, right? Between her and me, I mean. As if something could ever really happen. As if something continues to happen that might ever make something else happen. I am repeating myself, but I haven’t seen her since then. She promised me, with a sweet smile, that I would never see her again. For the short time we were together, we tried to talk about things that really meant something to us. Around that time there were a lot of things that were all mixed up, and it was not easy to sort out what was really real. There might be a pebble over there, and when you took your eyes off it it turned into a frog, and when you took your eyes off it again it turned into a horsefly. The horsefly that used to be a frog remembered it used to be a frog and stuck out its tongue to try to eat a fly, and then remembered it used to be a pebble and stopped and crashed to the ground. With all this going on, it’s really important to know what’s really real and what’s not. “Once upon a time, somewhere, there lived a boy and a girl.” “Once upon a time, somewhere, there lived boys and girls.” “Once upon a time, somewhere, there lived no boy and no girl.” “Once upon a time…lived.” “Lived.” “Once upon a time.” From beginning to end, we carried on this back-and-forth process. For example, in this dialogue, we were somehow finally mutually able to comeup with this kind of compromise statement: “Once upon a time, somewhere, there lived a boy and a girl. There may have been lots of boys, and there may have been lots of girls. There may have been no boys at all, and there may have been no girls at all. There may even have been no one at all. At any rate there is little chance there were equal numbers of each. That is unless there had never been anybody at all anyway.” That was our first meeting, she and I, and of course it meant we would never see each other again. I was making my way in the direction she had come from, and she was headed in the direction I had come from, and this is a somewhat important point; you must realize this walking had to be,

Hiyomi finished her postgrad degree in the master of medicine and has begun working at a hospital as a doctor. Only, life as a doctor isn’t as she imagined; the stress and burnout works her to the bone. Her dreams of being the kindly, beautiful doctor that everyone doted on is smashed, and she’s swallowed under paperwork and maltreatment. However, a game launches its VR version, called Lucidia Online, along with its newest and supposedly best update yet. While M isn’t so sure, she’d played the PC version before her life had become so busy. How could this be any different? It’s not like she could get burnt out more, and besides, it might help her take her mind off of things… in many ways. God, the female NPCs were so hot. Little did she know that what she learned in med school would have its applications in game, and lead her to being one of its top players…

Daiten "Dai" futeki was a pilot in training who was also a jojo's bizarre adventure fan. Unfortunately, he was killed in an accident while saving hundreds of lives. Luckily, a god happened to took pity on him and so reincarnated him with a jojo system. Unfortunately for him, he happened to reincarnated in one of the dangerous universes across the multiverse.The scp universe. But with the power of his stand and allies by his side. He will dominate everything and everyone that "stands" in his way "muda muda muda muda muda muda muda muda muda!!!!"

You think you know how this story goes. Some pathetic loser from Earth gets hit by a truck and reborn as a glorious hero in a fantasy world. Blessed with an all-powerful system, a harem of beautiful, adoring women, and a future paved with easy victories and triumphant battles. That’s what I was promised. A cosmic redo, a chance to shed my pathetic skin as a cynical, basement-dwelling hater and finally live a life of consequence. Only… the script was flipped. The so-called "goddesses" were laughing, and the "destiny" they handed me was a sick joke. The power I received wasn't for fighting dragons; it was for something far more interesting. My path wasn't paved with gold—it was littered with the shattered remains of my own foolish optimism. The people I was meant to save became my betrayers. My allies were my first enemies. And the world I thought I could conquer became a relentless, mind-breaking grind set to hell mode. It’s funny, isn't it? When you're a professional hater, you think you've seen the worst of humanity. This world showed me I was just an amateur. My greatest weapon isn't a legendary sword or a fire-spitting spell. It's a collection. A Pokédex of souls I've captured. I don't catch monsters; I capture people. Not their bodies, but their very will. There's a moment in everyone's life—a moment of ultimate despair, a crushing betrayal, a total loss of purpose—when their spirit shatters. I learned to recognize that moment. I learned to harvest it. These aren’t mindless servants. They are broken, remade, and eternally loyal to me. They possess all their skills and memories, but their core motivation is now just to serve my will. They are my ultimate pawns, and their loyalty is not a gift; it's a consequence of their suffering. Some call me a monster. I just call it a different kind of grind. I'm not the only one playing this game. I've found others—fellow misanthropes, each with their own unique brand of villainy. We meet in lavish, hidden dens, surrounded by wealth we've stolen from the foolish and the weak. We scheme, we lie, and we laugh at the stupidity of this world. We are a gathering of villains, but we don't even trust each other. Everyone here has a secret. But there is one person in this world who stands out. A paragon of justice. The handsome, charismatic hero with a tragic backstory and unwavering resolve. He’s everything I was promised. He’s the chosen one with the absurdly powerful "Friendship" ability, and he's my nemesis. He’s a flawless archetype. Too perfect, if you ask me. This isn’t a battle between good and evil. It’s a fight for the narrative. The hero believes he is the protagonist, destined to save this world. He's so sure of it. But I'm the one writing the story. The only way to win a rigged game is to become the game master. This is my second life, and I'm not playing by their rules. I'm making my own. You think you know how this ends? You don't. And I'm inviting you to find out Group https://www.reddit.com/r/chaosandcanon/s/F9XXA5C61F-reddit https://t.me/+7YlPJOIsHOU3MDI8 -telegram

In a world where the weakest becomes the strongest do to the powers of gaming. As he continues to grow stronger his powers reach the levels (literally) of the gods. Though, he has to be careful not to become the game itself.

One day, the loot from my games started manifesting in real life. Legendary swords, god-tier potions, passive buffs—mine to keep. Bankrupt yesterday, untouchable today. I don’t need cheat codes. I am the cheat.

He was brutally betrayed by his lover, his best friend and his own trusted team at the final boss, and for what, more rewards? Then he got reincarnated and swore for revenge. A good story of some one using all of his knowledge of his past life to cheat all of the way back to the top, but this time solo!