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Hello everyone after going through many novel reading I realized that showniz base novels on Chinese and U. S. entertainment industry have massive numbers but India base nothing so I decided to start a new novel on Indian entertainment industry so everyone support this Vijay, a 30-year-old man, died in the most ridiculous way possible— Laughing. A harmless experiment with laughing gas turned into uncontrollable laughter… until his body gave up. Even in his final breath— "Yaar… log rote rote marte hain… main haste haste mar gaya?" (“People die crying… and I died laughing?”) Darkness followed. But death… wasn’t the end. He opened his eyes again— Reborn. A new life. A new family. A fresh start in a parallel modern world. Everything looked normal. School. Streets. Neighbors. Daily routine. A peaceful, ordinary life. Until… small things began to feel strange. Not wrong. Just… cinematic. A school teacher giving an emotional speech that felt too powerful for a normal day. A roadside fight that suddenly turned dramatic, like a perfectly choreographed scene. A stranger whose entry felt… like a hero introduction. "Yeh coincidence thoda zyada nahi ho raha?" (“Aren’t these coincidences getting a bit too much?”) Then one day— Vijay saw someone. Not just anyone. A face he recognized. Not from real life— But from a movie. Not every film. Not every story. But some characters… are real. Living. Breathing. Existing in this world. A strict police officer who behaves exactly like a mass-action hero. A mysterious businessman with clear villain energy. A college girl whose life feels like a romantic drama waiting to unfold. This world isn’t fully Bollywood. It’s worse. It’s partially scripted. "Matlab… har koi normal hai… par kuch log kahani leke ghoom rahe hain?" (“So… everyone is normal… but some people are carrying entire stories inside them?”) And Vijay? He remembers those stories. He knows— Who will rise. Who will fall. Who will love. Who will die. But unlike movies… This is real life. Interference has consequences. So Vijay makes a choice. He won’t jump blindly into every story. He will observe. Learn. Adapt. Live a normal life on the surface— School, family, daily struggles, small happiness… While secretly identifying “main characters” hidden in society. Sometimes he helps. Sometimes he changes outcomes. Sometimes… He lets the story play out. Because he understands one terrifying truth— "Yeh duniya film nahi hai… par film jaise log isme zaroor hain." (“This world isn’t a movie… but movie-like people definitely exist in it.”) And slowly… Vijay begins to step into those stories. Not as a background character— But as a variable that was never supposed to exist. MC - vijay live with lesbian moms Mom1 -Shilpa, Mom2- Neelam and first partner in love with MC

An AU no-watch Ben gets transported to the MCU with an Omnimatrix. Villains think they can do anything, not on his watch. It's Hero Time no update schedule. I update when I want to but never will I drop it.

Series: The ROI Saga Aryan was a nobody in his first life—a failed assistant director in the Indian film industry, trapped behind the camera while stars, producers, and politicians dictated reality. He understood stories, power dynamics, and human weakness better than most—but understanding never paid the bills. One rainy night, a brutal accident ends his life before he ever gets his name on a poster. He wakes up reborn as the hero of Tevar. This time, Aryan doesn’t panic. Because he isn’t just reborn—he’s optimized. A cold, calculating interface activates in his mind: the ROI System, a self-evolving framework that measures every action by one rule alone—Return on Investment. Money, influence, loyalty, technology, information, emotional bonds, even mythic power—everything can be acquired, refined, and compounded. Unlike typical heroes driven by rage or righteousness, Aryan plays a longer game. He replaces brute force with public humiliation, chaos with accounting, romance with leverage. He doesn’t force outcomes; he creates situations—where allies choose him, enemies self-destruct, and powerful women become emotionally anchored to the only man who seems calm while the world burns. As Aryan moves through a single, unified Indian cinematic world—where Bollywood politics, Tollywood crime empires, Kollywood science, Mollywood shadow governments, and Sandalwood folk divinity all coexist—each “movie arc” becomes an investment opportunity. A street conflict becomes seed capital. A college invention becomes a monopoly. A mafia turns into a corporation. A government crisis becomes immunity. The ROI System evolves with him. Crime unlocks legitimacy. Technology bends time. Myth becomes energy. Faith becomes a weapon. Across multiple parts, Aryan ascends from a small-town disruptor to a shadow emperor manipulating ministers and armies, and finally to a near-divine entity who treats destiny itself as a balance sheet. Familiar cinematic worlds unfold in unfamiliar ways—not because the plot changed, but because the man inside the hero did. In a universe obsessed with spectacle and saviors, The ROI Gentleman asks a dangerous question: > What happens when the man who understands the script decides to own the entire production? This is not a story about becoming a hero. It’s a story about monetizing fate.

A black halo in the sky… To some, it was the light of heaven; to others, it was the Chaos Processor. For years, humanity lived in fear under the shadow of this halo. Although most people wanted it to be shut down, scientists managed to use the Chaos Processor. It gave humanity everything the majority desired, pushing ethical boundaries to their limits. There was only one taboo: immortality. Despite being demanded with overwhelming participation, the Chaos Processor remained silent on this matter. Humanity did not give up. They found a DECEPTIVE way to obtain immortality. They demanded that the Chaos Processor design a game and expand time. And at that moment, Meta World was born. Many people abandoned the real world and took refuge in this virtual universe to escape pain and death. This madness gave rise to a new illness called “virtual lifespan addiction.” Those who fell into this addiction were called Deadline. In order to expand the time within the game, they devoted their entire lives to this endless war that exceeded the limits of the human mind.

I have read many fanfics on marvel and have few ideas of self inserts. Hope any author like some of them and decide to write the fanfic. I am not a good writer so can only give ideas to fellow fanfic nerds to write more fanfics.

ryzen adalah seorang mahasiswa di suatu universitas di makassar,dia di juluki si monster oleh mahasiswa yg lain karna sangat suka berkelahi. walaupun begitu iya sangatlah baik dan sopan dan dia sngat suka menolong,suatu hari,ada seorang anak baru pindahan dari luar negri,namanya yaitu nancy,ia adlah teman masa kecil ryzen tapi ryzen tidak mengingatnya krna ryzen membuang jauh jauh ingatan tersebut.

#/10/202# Friday You won’t believe what just happened… This Friday started like any other. I woke up, showered, ate breakfast, and got dressed for school. Nothing dramatic at first...just the usual routine. When I arrived, I waved to a few people and slipped into my classroom. Lunch break came and went. I ate at my usual spot, quiet and uneventful. Afterward, classes resumed, dragging on until the final period. That’s when Mr. Perfect and his lackeys decided to dump their work on me. I couldn’t fight it...I just accepted my fate. So I went to the storage room. And then… I saw it. I-I saw… It was supposed to be just another ordinary day.

Stella Sterling, born into wealth, had always followed the rules. Jaded by the hypocrisy of high society, she suddenly had a whim one day to have an ordinary romance. Thus, a fabricated rumor that Stella Sterling had spent a fortune to hire a Matchmaker from a dating site to find her a partner quickly spread through her circles. Those on good terms with her teased and watched the fun. Those on bad terms with her waited to see her become a joke. Later, an employee from the dating website revealed, "The company was acquired with an investment from a Vicenzan tycoon, and the profile of a certain female member with the surname Sterling was hidden overnight." The public speculated wildly about the identities of the Vicenzan tycoon and the female member with the surname Sterling. - Later on, a candid street photo that was accidentally captured went viral. In the dense night of The Spire on Vesper Island— Beside a Benz, a handsome, composed, and dignified man lifted a striking beauty in a red dress with one arm, pressing her against the car door and lowering his head for a deep kiss. In the faint light and shadow, the woman's flowing hair was swept by the wind, wrapping around the man's finger, which wore a pinky ring. Like a footnote to a romance, and even more like a vintage film frame etched into the axis of time. Someone immediately dug up the man's identity based on clues from the photo. The eldest son of Vicenza's Rhodes Family—low-profile and inscrutable, cold and untamable, and also the powerful contemporary authority of The Vesper Circle. And the alluring, glamorous belle by his side was none other than Stella Sterling. When the street photo spread to the mainland, everyone excitedly exclaimed: "The case is solved, the case is solved—"