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Reborn into the brutal world of Naruto, Kenji Sato expected a legendary bloodline or a god-tier Dojutsu. Instead, he awakened the Shameless Sage System—a cheat code that doesn't reward hard work, but rewards absolute degeneracy. In a world defined by war and death, Kenji realizes that dignity is a luxury he can't afford. Want the Rinnegan? You’ll have to streak through the Hokage’s office. Need S-Rank strength? Better prepare your best double-entendres for the nearest Kunoichi. Armed with a "Max-Level Transformation Jutsu" and a philosophy that would make Jiraiya blush, Kenji sets out to rewrite history. From corrupting Naruto into his first disciple to traumatizing Sasuke with the "Secret Backdoor Technique," Kenji turns the shinobi world upside down. He isn't the hero Konoha wanted, but he is the chaos they deserve. Witness the rise of a civilian orphan who grinds his way to the top, proving that in the face of destiny, sometimes the strongest weapon is a lack of shame. This isn't just a ninja story; it’s a masterclass in "Culture." Author’s Note: 30 Advance chapters are available on Patreon. patreon.com/evilUchiha

Follow Ezekiel's story as he finds himself being amongst the 100 as they are dropped Into a world ridden with danger and death looming at every corner. But luckily for Ezekiel he isn't sent with only the clothes on his back in this world but gifted a variant of one of the most powerful abilities or system as others might call it, The Gamer. [—Note: This will be an AU, with new threats, grounders being stronger then their canon counterparts and new elements in the mix without jeopardizing the whole 100 Series to make the world more difficult for the MC and everyone in general and to keep in interesting so the MC doesn't steamroll this entire world and so that I can tell a story.] [—Tags: Kingdom Building, Chaotic Neutral MC, Small amount of darkness, Smut here and there and the occasional bullshittery.] [Side-Note: The MC will not be a perfect individual, he will not be all-knowing and a know it all and will make mistakes and decisions that lack any good judgement at first, he is selfish and does most of what he does for the benefit of himself first and is untrustful at first of everyone due to his past, hopefully throughout the story I will be able to showcase a little complex personality where he grows as a person by understanding his feelings and logical thoughts in a way that his entire persona doesn't break from them mashing and disrupting each other.]

Naruto has always had video games to fall back on growing up while the rest of the village pretty much treated him like garbage. What happens when Naruto wakes up to find his life has become one of the video games he loves so much. -------------------------------------------------------------- Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. Any similarities between real people, living or dead, or places, standing or demolished, in this story are just coincidences. But if you like what I do and want to support me, you are more than welcome to donate on Place of Patrons.

Wo Fat opens a formal concern file on a Five-0 commander whose interrogation close rate makes no statistical sense. Kai Mahelona is twenty-nine, ex-Navy SEAL, locally born and locally trusted — except the consciousness running him used to be Daniel Ohara, a security consultant from a world where Hawaii Five-0 was a CBS procedural. The transmigration produced five embedded abilities: a passive read of the island's social terrain, a SEAL's body memory layered with foreknowledge, an interrogator's stare, a shave-ice-triggered clairvoyance, and a profiling instinct keyed to Hawaiian cultural markers. None produce visible effects. Kono notices the deflection drop before anyone else. The performance has become the reality, and the file is open.

The Codex opens as amber ledger lines superimposed on vision, antiquated serif clauses forming right-to-left in the legal-clinical voice of something older than the White Council. Daniel Marquette — Chicago paralegal, Selkie Tavern bartender — pays in metallic taste and Spellforge debt to choose only two names from a list of every canon death, then watches Bianca's venom take his hand instead of Susan's throat. Harry Dresden's marginalia appears in the margins of his ledger. Forthill begins favoring his left side and never mentions it. Anastasia Luccio walks into the Selkie carrying a Council case file with Daniel's signature on it. Mother Summer is missing from every Fae reference — and her seventh ledger is overdue by thirty years.

Peter Morale is a real-world X-Files obsessive who wakes up wearing an FBI badge, a hybrid physiology, and a body that recovers too fast. He can feel a paranormal scene before he enters the room, read surface thoughts at twenty feet, pull fifteen minutes of memory at the cost of a nosebleed, phase through a bullet if he holds perfectly still, and drop a Consortium operative with three seconds of skin contact. None of it produces evidence. Assigned adjacent to the X-Files unit, he is producing too many right answers, and a thin nameless file is growing on the Cigarette Smoking Man's desk. The Syndicate is fracturing. El Rico is approaching. He cannot stop colonization — but he can plant evidence the conspiracy cannot reclassify, and once, only once, walk into a room with CSM and shake his hand.

Mythological Beats. Wait no,.. Mythological BEASTS. Yeah, that's right. You know the ones. Monsters, giants, spirits, faes, they come in all shapes and sizes. I'd had my fill of media featuring such beasts. But there's one thing I'll tell you, coming face to face with them is not very enjoyable. When I found out I was in the Percy Jackson universe, I wasn't very thrilled about the fact. After all, this was a universe where a divine war was constantly threatening to break out over the west. And to save the lives of millions of people, the Greek Pantheon would often choose 11 year olds. Yeah. It was pretty bad. And of course, to top it all off, horrific monsters were constantly crawling out of hell to feast on mortals and demigods alike. But there was one good thing that came out of it. Just the one. Now, I have a goal in mind. The goal is to punch Zeus right in the face! And how will I accomplish that? Why, of course by completing my bestiary! The more monsters I kill, the better I become! Get ready to be bitch slapped you small d*ck Olympian! ... This is NOT a translation. ... Percy Jackson Fic(Riordan Extended Verse, specifically). Add this to your library; you don't wanna miss it. ...

Magic blossoms in the souls of a select few, and I am one of them. Ten stigmata on my fingers, bearing ten memories, the memories of the magicians across the cosmos propelled Salomon step by step towards becoming the Sorcerer Supreme of the Marvel Universe. "How could you be so foolish as to think a magician could be some kind of frivolous superhero?" A fusion of Marvel movies, comics, American TV series, and games.

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.