galactus snap

Marcus Grant was a special child. Anything he wanted, he could have with a snap of his fingers. But life like that gets boring. He snapped away comfort, and his power, and thrust himself into a new world. One with new people to meet, new things to do, and new challenges to conquer. If you enjoy, be sure to drop some stones! You can contact me here: Discord: Stormzz#4473 My other work (WSA): https://www.webnovel.com/book/system-of-legends-i-will-lead-them-all!_23117959906254205

A teenage boy is involved in a life changing accident wherein a whole new world becomes open to him. What will he encounter while the very fabric of reality hangs in the balance?

This story follows Reine, a warrior trapped in a death loop within a high-fantasy setting. By utilizing a "Grit" mechanic and a unique mana system, the protagonist must bridge the gap between his low rank and the God-like entities pursuing him. The narrative explores themes of trauma-based learning and the optimization of combat logic, transitioning from a standard martial arts focus to a hybrid magical-warrior system

The wind up here is a bastard. A cold, thirty-thousand-foot bastard that bites through the silk robes they stuffed him in. Yacumechi Taxaka stands in the center of the floating arena. A speck of dirt on polished marble. Fifty thousand pairs of eyes drilling into him from levitating stands. He hates the silence most of all. [Yeah. Just stare. Get a good look at the freak. I know what you're all waiting for.] The Monolith of Truth looms before him. Ten meters of crystalline bullshit. It's supposed to glow. Blue for average. Gold for elite. White for a God-Child, if the old legends are true. His father, the great General Taxaka, sits in the Royal Box. Won't even look at him. Rigid jaw. Chest covered in medals. Waiting for the moment he can finally justify the disappointment. A High Examiner steps forward. Scroll in hand. Voice booming across the arena. "Yacumechi Taxaka. House Taxaka. You will place your palm upon the Monolith." Yacumechi doesn't move. Sweat rolls down the Examiner's temple. "Boy. Now." "Or what?" Small voice. A ten-year-old's voice. But it cuts through the wind like a blade. "You gonna send me back to the compound early? Skip the part where you all pretend to be shocked?" Gasps. A few nobles snicker. The Emperor, withered bastard in a gilded chair, leans forward. Just a fraction. Yacumechi sees it. "Place your hand on the pillar. Final warning." [Final warning. Right. Like they'd kill me. The General's "failed" heir? They need the show. They need to see the zero.] Yacumechi spits on the marble. Walks forward. He doesn't place his palm on the pillar. He punches it. The sound isn't a crack. It's a void. A split second where the world forgets how to make noise. Then the Monolith explodes. Not shattered. Not cracked. Exploded. Shockwave of raw force rips outward. Front row of noble mages, the ones who paid for the best seats, fly back like rag dolls. One hits a marble column with a wet, pulpy smack that echoes. White robe turning red. Ground fractures beneath his feet. Black cracks spiderweb fifty meters in every direction. The floating arena lurches. Drops three feet before the stabilizing runes scream to catch it. Yacumechi stands at the epicenter. Fist still extended. No dust. No scratches. He lowers his arm. Watches crystal shards rain down on screaming crowds. Turns to the Royal Box. His father is standing now. Pale. Mouth open. The Emperor grips his throne. Wood splintering under his fingers. "So." Yacumechi's voice cuts through the stunned silence. "Did we get a reading, or what?" A junior mage at a backup console looks up. Face the color of curdled milk. Voice cracking. "I-I-it… the scale doesn't… it doesn't have a… a fucking number for this." Yacumechi smiles. Not a kid's smile. A scar pulled tight. [Yeah. Now we're talking.]

“Protect those who are weak… Not everyone is gifted like you, my dear Kamiya…” Kamiya Touman, an ordinary young boy living in the suburbs of Kyoto, awakens the hidden talent of magic within himself in a desperate fight with death. After the fight, he was approached by the high-level magician, Shinra Hara, who recruited and enrolled him into the Private Academy of Morgana. There, he found new friends and would grow along with them, his goal to protect those who are weak given to him by his late parents. He is shown a whole new world... A world of magic and curses.

On the continent of Lynfeld, magic is not an uncommon thing. In fact, almost all the peoples of the land have at least a very minor grasp of magical talent. Therefore, it is not a question of if you have magical power, rather how much and how you use it. Most living beings must use chants and arrays in order to access their magical aptitude. However, there is an exception to these rules. On very rare occasions, a mage will be born that can use magic in a unique way, skipping all the steps normal people have to follow in order to use magic. These are known as gimmick mages. This is the story of the journey of a young boy named Ajax, as he fights the inequality of a medieval society, beasts only imagined in fantasies, and the discrimination of his mixed blood and magical heritage using a gimmick of his own, the ability to use magic by simply snapping his fingers.

"I am Feng Tianlei. The woman I loved abandoned me for a flashy B-rank Hunter—said I was too weak, too ordinary. Just a burden." But something changed. On the night she walked away, when I hit rock bottom, something deep inside me stirred— And awakened. Not a flashy power. Not brute strength. But something far more terrifying. Something that doesn’t belong in the ranks of mortals. Now, I see the world differently. And the world? It’s about to see me differently too.

Fueled by vengeance and haunted by loss, Gal Gan enters a high-stakes championship where the winner's wish can rewrite fate. As his dormant powers awaken, he must battle deadly rivals—one of whom may hold the truth behind the betrayal that shattered his world

Before marrying Silas, Joyce had only met him three times. A marriage of convenience, a secret agreement, for a term of three years. She's fresh off a heartbreak — the man she chased for years told her they "weren't a good match." Silas has his own baggage: rumor says he's still hung up on a white moonlight who happens to look just like Joyce. So that's all she is. A substitute. ** In the second year of their marriage, on Joyce's birthday, she drank too much and, in front of everyone, tugged on his tie, pinning him underneath her: "You look... a lot like my husband." The Thorne family's second master, known for being rational and unfeeling, was flustered by her that night. He leaned in close to her ear and coaxed in a low voice, "Be good." The next day Joyce woke up to find her lips were swollen. This… Who did this! When she went to question him, she discovered Silas's lip was bitten. He stared at her and said slowly, "You crossed the line first." ** The scandal leaked. At a party, her ex-boyfriend stepped in: "She's mine. Who dares talk?" Then Silas walked in. The room went silent. "Yours? Since when?" "Joyce, tell me. Whose are you?" So much for the secret marriage. So much for being a substitute. This was supposed to be fake… wasn't it?

Fu Xiaoxiao transmigrates into a book and immediately faces the crisis of being sent to the countryside. As the unloved middle child, her younger sister is the one meant to go — but her mother transfers her job to the sister instead. A disaster of a start. To avoid being sent away, she has to marry within seven days. She meets a few ordinary men and decides she'd rather go to the countryside. Then she runs into a neighbor who's also looking for a spouse — and his conditions are surprisingly good. A dowry of three hundred? Bicycles and a radio? Just take care of the kids, and separate rooms are fine? The others may pass, but she won't. Every day is a battle of wits with the two kids. Life is eventful, she gets a salary every month, and the boss is never home. Absolutely perfect. Except... wasn't this big shot supposed to be infertile? Then why does he keep strutting around naked in front of her? She has professional ethics. She won't be seduced by a good body. Hmph. Men only slow down her sword swing. Lu Feng grits his teeth at Fu Xiaoxiao, who remains completely unmoved by his countless attempts to seduce her, and traps her in his arms. "Boss, let's talk this through. I know forty a month is a bit much — how about... five less?" Trapped in his embrace, Fu Xiaoxiao thinks he's unhappy with her high salary and starts bargaining. "I'm giving myself to you for free." Lu Feng grinds out through clenched teeth. This woman has no heart. "...Can I say no?" Fu Xiaoxiao swallows, staring at the washboard abs so close. "Such a good deal — are you sure you don't want it?" Lu Feng squints, tempting her. "Fine." A fool turns down a bargain.