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If you wanted to read 20 Chapters ahead, be sure to check my P-Tang12!!! _________________________________ Sico has always been hospitalized since he was a kid because his body is very weak and the doctor doesn't know what the reason is, so his parents always find a way to make him happy. They gave him a PS4 console to keep him from being bored and distracted. When he downloaded Fallouts, especially Fallout 4 it became his favorite game of all time but someday his body became deteriorated and became weak so he had to be bedridden. Because of that, he can not play his favorite game again and feels sad because of it. He asked his parent to cut his life support system so that he can rest in peace and when he slowly closing his eyes, he made a wish to be reincarnated in Fallout 4 world. Many people don't know because of that wish, a legend born in alternates Fallout 4 world.

Time travel may occur more than once. The system that Li Mo acquired after sleeping for sixteen hours a day was incomplete. The moment the system was activated, the world had more health bars in front of him. When Demon Slayer came, Tanjiro was five years old. He transformed into a pillar that towered over the sky and strangled the tragedy in its cradle. Coming to Genshin Impact, becoming connected with the deceased miko, and being involved with the fox in this life. Come to the world of TYPE-MOON, summon a rabbit that is not a fox with the betrayal witch, and learn its "long tail" method. ... ... Survive, fight, and evolve. Li Mo walking on this road. "As long as the health bar shows up, even if it is a god, I will kill it for you." ... This is just a translation done by me using Google translate and some new Chinese AI, not my own work, this is a CN fanfic I really liked so I wanted to share it with people with hopes that a better translator may pick it and find the last chapters. To be clear, I'm not making any money on this as I don't even have a Part*on or anything similar set up, so updates will come whenever I feel like it. Raw Title: 怎麼世界顯示血條了？！ Fair warning, finding the last 200 chapters is nigh impossible unless you're willing to pay.

Introduction: This is a Harry Potter fan fiction featuring an original female protagonist with a "system" ability (similar to gaming/rebirth novels). The story primarily focuses on the relationship between the original character and Professor Severus Snape, with some creative liberties taken regarding character personalities (OOC - Out of Character elements). Story Structure: - First Year: Chapters 1-53 - Second Year: Chapters 54-122 - Third Year: Chapters 123-192 - Fourth Year: Chapters 193-319 - Fifth Year: Chapters 320-543 - Sixth Year: Chapters 544-740 - Fred Weasley Side Story: Chapters 741-759 - Seventh Year: Chapters 760-979 The story is complemented by several bonus chapters and side stories featuring different male characters: - Snape's Proposal Arc - Sirius Black's Story - Tom Riddle's Tale - Draco Malfoy's Episode Additional Features: - Extensive world-building within the Hogwarts universe - Integration of a modern "system" element with the magical world - Character development across all seven years of magical education - Multiple romantic possibilities explored in bonus chapters - Complex plot weaving through canonical events while maintaining its own unique storyline Note: This is a transformative work of fan fiction that builds upon J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter universe while introducing original elements and characters. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ This is a translation. The original title is:最强魔药收购商

Lin Qingmo transmigrated to Douluo Continent, accidentally bringing along his Douluo fan group from before his transmigration! He originally planned to complain and share his perilous daily life in the Douluo world with his group members—maybe copy a bit of their homework while he was at it and coast his way to victory in life. But who could have imagined that every online nickname in the group actually corresponded to the real person themselves? [Heavenly Snow Woman] — the Snow Empress! [The Pope Herself] — Bibi Dong! [Evil Soul Master Saintess] — Ma Xiaotao! Lin Qingmo complained indiscriminately about every living being on this “Love Continent.” What he didn’t know was that the true identities behind those nicknames had already “exploded.” Ma Xiaotao: “Me — the Saintess of the Holy Spirit Church? Is that for real?” Bibi Dong: “Heh, I’m crazy, cold-blooded, and ruthless? Interesting.” Gu Yuena: “I would actually like—” — Daily Updates X2 — For Early Access: [email protected]/Taichu372

This is a translation Raw Name : Dragon Ball, this Son Gohan is too amazing! 龙珠，这个孙悟饭过于逆天！ By Author : 猫毛卯帽 Raw Status : 228 Chapter Travel through a desperate Dragon Ball Original Timeline world and become Son Gohan with one arm and a scar on his face. It looks like a hellish start, but Son Gohan, who crawled out of his grave, was grinning. Oh, despair? Look at me defeating all the bosses while chatting and laughing, and reaching the top of the universe. What? System? What do I need a system for if I'm Gohan?

Lin Qingmo transmigrated to the Douluo Continent. Unexpectedly, she brought along a group of Douluo fans from before her transmigration! She originally intended to share her thrilling daily life in the Douluo world with her group members, and perhaps even copy their homework for a carefree life. But who could have imagined that behind each of their nicknames were their real selves? 【Ice and Snow Maiden】—Snow Empress! 【Pope Herself】—Bibi Dong! 【Evil Soul Master Saintess】—Ma Xiaotao! Lin Qingmo jokingly criticized all the beings on the Douluo Continent. Little did she know that the real people behind their nicknames had already "exploded"! Ma Xiaotao: "Me, the Saintess of the Evil Soul Master Holy Spirit Cult? Really?" Bibi Dong: "Heh, me, crazy, cold-blooded, and ruthless? Interesting." Gu Yuena: "I'll be happy..."

An original novel set in the Fallout universe, written to be accessible to all, featuring unique people and places Fallout: Vault X tells the story of John. A vault dweller, who spent every day of his twenty five years underground. Like his father, and his father before him. Proud to live in the last remaining bastion of humanity, all that survived The Great War of the atomic age. Hidden deep below the surface of the earth, toiling under brutal conditions. Year after year, decade upon decade. All to expand into the natural cave system the Vault occupied, building for the future. However, John knew what his forefathers did not, that everything he’d been taught was a lie. After finishing school at the age of ten, John received his standard issue pipboy. An arm mounted personal computer, worn by everyone in the Vault. Used to coordinate the relentless pace of expansion, needed to work as an apprentice. To learn the craft that would be his life’s work. A noble calling to ensure a future for all that remained of the human race. A quirk of fate saw John equipped not with the crude, clunky, pipboy model his father wore. That almost everyone around him wore. His looked smaller, sleeker, finished in a jet black sheen. And capable of doing far more than its drab counterparts. The world above had been ravaged by atomic flames, yet life clung to its bones. The Red Valley fared better than most in the century since the bombs fell. The clean water and rich soil protected by rolling hills. All spared from direct strikes, for the most part. Life survived here. Trees spawned from charred ground, misshapen, green leaves turned red. Along with simple crops, grown wild at first, then cultivated by the survivors. The scavengers of the old world were inventive, hardy people. All determined to rebuild in the ruins of a world they never knew. In the decades that passed settlements emerged. They grew, spreading along the valley floor. Reclaiming the pre-war remnants of the once industrialised heartland. Salvaging the robotic wonders of a bygone age to build their walls and work their fields. To protect them in the dark of the wasteland. But such things are uncommon in this world, and the rarer something is, the greater its value. And the worth of pre-war technology had not gone unnoticed. The last, real, power in this world rested in the mechanised hands of The Brotherhood of Steel. Forged from the mortally wounded old world military. The Brotherhood used its access to the weapons made for a conflict no one won to strike out into the wastes. Men and women were equipped with advanced armour, aerial transportation, high grade weaponry. Accompanied by the training, strength, and will, to put them to use. They established chapters and set up outputs far and wide. All dedicated to a single purpose. To ensure the technology left abandoned by its long dead creators didn’t fall into the wrong hands. Namely, any hands that were not their own. This is the world John escaped into. A place of horrors brought forth from atomic fire. A place where survival meant battling against the darkness. Fighting a war each day to get to the next. And war...war never changes

Transmigrating into the Type-Moon world, Novia knew that if he wanted the power to protect himself, there was only one option — to dive back into history and forge his own legend. “We believe in one, almighty Lord, the Creator of all things visible and invisible.” In the twilight years of the Age of Gods, within the crumbling Roman Empire, he single-handedly united the Church three centuries ahead of schedule. “...suffered, and on the third day rose again, ascended into heaven, and will come again to judge the living and the dead. The Apocalypse will vanish through our redemption.” Later, when he heard tales of the Behemoth landing from Gaul, the roosting bough soaring above Athens, and Leviathan stirring tsunamis across the Mediterranean... “Damn it — the actual Apocalypse really has arrived!” Can a fraud like me still sneak into heaven in time with just some purple clay? ... “A little opening counts as an opening? With everything I've done across these lifetimes, I probably wouldn’t even survive a slap from Kukulkan.” The Shadow of the Lord upon the Earth — Roman Imperial Preceptor — First Pontiff of the Church — the Saint — Rider of Albion’s Dragon — Twin King of the Huns — Pioneer of Central and South America — Forger of the Silver Key — Novia calmly declared.

Author note: There will be romance and this will be a piece by piece path to power sort of story so don't expect him to be OP as hell right away. If you've read the second version of my [Custom monster system] story it's like that. Alexander Drake is killed by a bear he was hunting while and wonders "Is this it?". The answer was obviously NO! He meets a powerful being after his death and is offered the deal of an afterlifetime granting him the powers of a forbidden Siren in the world of Borderlands. All is not smooth sailing for Alex however as the being has made him work for his power and that means he must put himself in danger but he doesn't mind, after what's the point otherwise? Cover by Christian Jeffress, a glorious fan and patron.

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?