mha react to deku as jack frost

Betrayed by his childhood friend and expelled from the Hero Party, Orun Dura—once a skilled swordsman turned loyal Enchanter—is mocked as a "jack-of-all-trades, master of none." Cast out alone, he returns to solo adventuring with his versatile skills. What his former comrades dismissed as mediocrity becomes his greatest strength: rapid adaptability across swordplay, magic, and more. As he rises through explosive battles and deadly challenges, Orun proves that true power lies in versatility, forging a path to surpass every expectation.

Tang San × Bingxue Shu Yu × Xiao Wu

A/N : Alt Title - Jack of Entertainment Title : Jack of Arts Synopsis: Tayaw is a talented musician who never got to fulfill his potential. After losing his purpose in an unfulfilled life full of regrets; he is given the chance to go back in time and do everything over again.Along with a mysterious gift and an unclear mission, Tayaw starts a new life, this time making his mark to the world. "Tayaw is a once in a hundred years musical artist! I just wish he was born in my generation" - Buddy Rich, two-time Gramophone Award winner "I admit he's a good musician, but he's an author first and foremost. He is changing the world of literature for the better." - Helena Paddington, Outcault Prize for Fiction winner, Sohlman Prize for Literature winner. "Despite being a musician and an author, he is to me, the greatest blessing to the film industry. This is his era." - Heo Dong-jun, two-time Academy Award winner for Best Director and three-time nominee. "I don't like him. Why does he use actors who didn't train and grind on the stage? He says he doesn't like my acting? What the hell does the kid know about acting? I've won awards for f*cks sake!" - Merrell Street, five-time Academy Award winner for Best Actor, three-time Toby Award winner for Best Actor. --------------- A ground work for a novel idea in the future. --------------- English is not my first language so excuse my limited vocabulary and bad grammar. thanks

[Error!] [Error!] [Error!] [System cannot synchronize with user! The soul is not compatible!] [User don't have any knowledge of future] [Survival chances until the end...........0%!] [Ding!~] [System cannot be initiated. But for poor user who had no future....We pity you!] [So each event you survives you will be rewarded according to your contribution in scenario! That's all we can do for you.] [Best of luck use–no. Best of luck Extra!] [---] ....... Aron lived a normal, happy life. He wasn’t a loner, nor did he have a tragic past. So why was he the one who got transmigrated? While trying out a new game, he found himself inside its world, in the body of an extra. As if that weren’t bad enough, he received a broken, useless system. Offering rewards only if he survived each scenerio. He had no guidance. No warnings. No knowledge of the game. This world was destined for chaos, where Eternal Beings would wage war in the near future. Aron— now Noah would carve his own path to survive. Even if it means to become an Eternal being himself. But for now, surviving the academy alone was already a nightmare. --- [A/N: The Story is Slowpaced. There will be lot of fun and entertainment chapter. Read them as fun and Don't question over their actions since they were written as fun. Story will be more serious and dark when it needed to! So enjoy now!] Discord Server link: https://discord.gg/dtFkwXFrNm You can Support me on kofi: https://ko-fi.com/lolman2020

Silvermist Evermore never belonged. Born to unloving parents and cast aside, she had long accepted that life would never offer her warmth—until she was chosen as an apprentice at Moonstone Academy, a place where magic breathes and fate is written in the stars. But her arrival comes with a price. In an act of betrayal and manipulation, Silvermist shatters Frost's staff, the formidable Winter Guardian, unraveling a secret that should have remained buried. Now, bound by an ancient rule, she must take its place—not as a mere apprentice, but as something far more dangerous: Frost’s human staff, the living embodiment of his power. As Silvermist struggles to navigate the treacherous halls of her reality, a shadow began appearing to her, feeding her magic she was never meant to wield. Hunted by those who seek to use her, Silvermist must uncover the truth behind her own existence before she loses herself to the very storm she was forced to face. Can she survive the weight of Winter, or will she be the final snowfall that buries them all?

Selene Jameson has always been the family stain, unwanted daughter, shadow to the golden children. The night her mother dies saving her life, Selene loses the only person who ever loved her. When Atlas D'Angelo, the boy she gave everything to, betrays her in the cruelest way possible, she vows never to beg for love again. But fate has darker plans. On the night Selene finally tastes freedom, fame, money, a future of her own her family sells her to a supernatural auction. She's thrust into a hidden world ruled by lycans who see humans as nothing more than commodity. Then he buys her. Mikhail Morozov, Wintercrest Alpha and High Alpha of the Onyx Concord. Feared across Nocturna, Lycan Realm. With a shattered past, a missing sister, and a throne built on blood and betrayal, the last thing he needs is a defiant human girl with a sharp tongue and darker humor than his sins. But Selene isn't human. She bears the Crescent, a mark of ancient power that could save the Nocturna or destroy it. When Kustav Volkov, a rival ruthless Alpha, is revealed to be Selene's father, he lays his claim on her. Mikhail offers Selene a choice: marry him in a blood-bound pact that grants her protection under lycan law. But this marriage of convenience will be anything but convenient. *** "And you smell good," I interrupted, words tumbling out before I could stop them. "Really good. Like winter but not the terrifying kind. The beautiful kind. With snow and—" I scrunched my nose, grasping for the description. "Those delicate frost patterns that appear on glass." Mikhail produced a sound deep in his chest that could've been a growl or a chuckle or something caught between. "Why are there two staircases?" I blurted suddenly, fixating on the duplicated grand stairway looming before us. "Is this intentional? Seems ridiculously excessive." "There's only one staircase, moya." "Are you certain? Because I'm definitely seeing two. Perhaps you require vision correction. Do lycans need glasses? That would be hilarious. Tiny spectacles perched on a massive terrifying wolf—" "Selene." His voice emerged strained, taut in a manner that penetrated even through my fog. "You need to stop talking." I peered up at him, hurt piercing through the pleasant haze. "Why? Am I irritating you? I'm sorry. I'll stay quiet." "No." The word escaped sharp, nearly anguished. "You're not irritating me. You're—" He severed the sentence, jaw clenching so viciously I witnessed the muscle twitch. "Just... rest." But I didn't want rest. I wanted to comprehend why his expression appeared like that—all rigid and ravenous and something else I couldn't identify. "Are you alright?" I asked, raising my hand toward his jaw. He intercepted my wrist before contact, his hold gentle yet unyielding. "Don't." "Why not?" "Because I'm barely maintaining control as it is, and if you touch me right now—" He halted abruptly, eyes compressing shut momentarily. "Just don't." That should've frightened me. The ferocity in his tone, the way his restraint appeared to unravel at the seams. But intoxicated-me simply smiled, inexplicably pleased. Then I caught the way his gaze dropped. Just for a fraction of a heartbeat. To my mouth. Heat bloomed through my chest, spreading like wildfire. "You want to kiss me," I breathed, the revelation making me giddy. His eyes snapped back to mine, glacial blue turned predatory. "Kissing," he said slowly, voice dropping an octave, "doesn't even begin to scratch the surface of what I want to do to you." The air left my lungs. His grip on my wrist shifted, thumb finding my pulse point. Pressing there. Feeling the frantic rhythm he'd caused. "Kissing is gentle," he continued, leaning in just enough that his breath ghosted across my lips. Close enough to take. Close enough to claim. But he didn't. "Kissing is sweet. What I want?" His eyes dragged down my face, my throat, lower then back up with deliberate slowness. "There's nothing gentle about it."

Human goes to mha world, gets system, become higher than god by chapter 5, becomes #1 hero by chapter 87 I think and dies in chapter 88. Series starts off trash, gets barely good, then become trash again. Then it gets worse and worse. Reas if your bored. Turn your brain off when you do by the way. Alright, future me here. He does not in fact become a hero by 87. maybe 100? Yea.. .... Future author here from chapter 120 or whatever. Thank you for 900 followes. I'm glad you enjoyed this story. .... Thanks for 1k. Started this all as a joke but I guess people like it. Knowing that, I'll shall continue. I-It's not like I'm doing this because I love you guys or anything... *Blushes and looks away.*

Wang Yu crossed to an alternate world and found that here the game became a reality. A large number of monsters appeared in the Blue Star, and various secret realms and dungeons were everywhere. People found they could get a lot of rewards for killing monsters, and the era of worldwide class change started. At the class-change ceremony, Wang Yu found he became the most unpromising class, Fisherman. When the system loaded, everything was different. He found that he could obtain various rewards through fishing. He got Frozen Fruits by angling. He raised his hand and froze everything like it was the Ice Age! Fishing for foreign fire, casting the Buddha's Angry Fire Lotus, burning all magical beasts! Fishing wood, he became the Buddha and all races were shocked! In addition, there was also divine equipment, mythical pet eggs, and all kinds of strange props. When Wang Yu made it to the top of the ten thousand races, everyone was shocked. "You call this a life-type occupation Fisherman?"

A story about lazyness and the true NEET life.

"Why is the Earth so different?" In the year 2085, the impossible happened: the Earth began to slow down until it stopped completely. Without an apparent reason, the planet drifted out of its orbit and began to wander through deep space. Neither the most brilliant scientists nor the most advanced AIs could find an answer as to why this was occurring. The Moon failed to follow Earth’s new path, as a result, massive tidal shifts swallowed entire continents, leaving only a fraction of humanity alive. The catastrophe deepened when, after three weeks of drifting, Earth collided with a mysterious, pitch-black planet. In the wake of the impact, more landmasses were shattered, leaving only portions of Asia and Africa intact. From the darkness of this black planet, strange entities emerged. Humanity dubbed them "Krukins", hostile, ink-black creatures that were extremely aggressive toward the survivors. Right before the Earth began its descent into chaos, a biologist was launched toward a planet near a black hole. This world, dubbed "New Earth" due to its striking similarities to our own. The biologist, Darian, was told that while ten years would pass for him on this new world, only fifty years would pass on Earth. But the calculations were wrong. It wasn’t fifty years that passed back home, it was five hundred. When Darian finally returns to Earth, he is not alone. On the alien planet, he found a small creature capable of fusing with him, granting him the power of ice. He returns five centuries late to find a world he no longer recognizes, a planet overrun by Krukins. Standing amidst the ruins of his home, Darian cannot believe his eyes. Daily Chapters at 5:00 PM (Italy Time / CET) (For global readers: 4:00 PM UTC / 11:00 AM EST)