Mushoku Tensei: Swordsage Path -The Noble's Great Breasts

I had survived. Somehow, I'd passed the graduation exam. As Iruka-sensei handed me my ninja headband, I felt a wave of relief so pure I almost cried. Finally, I was a shinobi of Konoha. My life was about to begin. And then, right before my eyes, a semi-transparent blue window appeared. [Soul Synchronization Complete. Welcome.] [System: Falna Activated.] I blinked. Then I blinked again. "What the...?" Before I could even finish the thought, a tsunami of another life crashed into my brain. Twenty-five years of existence in a world called "Earth." Anime, manga, video games, internet forums, and above all, an unnervingly encyclopedic knowledge of the lives of every single person around me. My life. The life of Naruto Uzumaki. A story I had watched on a screen. The shock was so intense I almost threw up my lunch ramen. My first kiss was with Sasuke! I saw it on a monitor, and now I have the first-person memory! And that's not even close to the worst thing that's going to happen to me! I looked at the crowd and saw Hinata Hyuga, shy and adorable. That's when my attention returned to that word floating in my vision. Falna. The system gave me a brief, horrifying explanation. I could turn people into fantasy heroes, boosting their abilities to absurd levels. It was the perfect tool to change the future. There was just one small, tiny, incredibly problematic detail about the activation ritual. My eyes landed on Hinata again, who blushed instantly. "WHO THE HELL DESIGNED THIS POWER, A DOUJIN AUTHOR!?" My path to Hokage is no longer about hard work. It's about exploiting my Otaku knowledge, surviving puberty a second time, and convincing the strongest kunoichi to let me... "update their status." Sounds way better than "drawing on their backs." I guess. Author’s Note You can find the new version under the title Naruto’s Falna System: Goddess of Kunoichi Path.. It’s linked on ItsDevil’s profile, pinned in the Reviews section of this very fic. Or on: Patreon.com/shurazero or Patreon.com/ItsDevil

My Hero's Journey didn't kick off with a dream of justice, but with a pair of thighs. Twenty-meter-tall ones, belonging to the hero Mt. Lady, no less. Everyone knew me as Izuku Midoriya. The kid with a useless Quirk, 'Trainer'—only good for teaching poodles tricks. In a world of explosions and superhuman strength, I was a punchline. A Deku. But punchlines don't get into U.A., and they certainly don't land internships with giant goddesses. To hit my target, I needed a miracle. My name is Izuku Midoriya, and they say to be a hero you need a big heart. Girls with big chests have big hearts, so I'm definitely on the right path." [Author's Note] What you'll find: Harem. Explicit Content (R-18). A central taboo relationship (incest). (Warning: Reader discretion is advised). Zero-Tolerance Policy: NO NTR! There is no sharing here. IMPORTANT: I haven't watched BNHA in years, so don't blame me if the plot doesn't line up. You've been warned. Disclaimer: I do not own My Hero Academia, Mushoku Tensei, or any of their characters, settings, or related intellectual properties. All rights belong to their respective creators, Kohei Horikoshi and Rifujin na Magonote, as well as their publishers and affiliates. This fanfiction is a non-profit work created solely for entertainment purposes.

He made it! Naruto Uzumaki, the number one unpredictable ninja, has just graduated! The world is at his feet, the ramen tastes like victory, and his path to becoming Hokage has finally begun. Just when he thinks his incredible story is about to begin, BAM! A semi-transparent blue screen appears right in his face. Wait... is this a video game? The system calls it [Falna], and its function is insane: it can turn his friends into legendary heroes! Leveling up, gaining skills and chakra that would make the Third Hokage weep! It's the ultimate tool to become incredibly strong! The plan is perfect. There's just one problem... To "update someone's status," he needs... for them to be a girl? And to use his own blood to draw? Naruto's path to becoming Hokage has just taken a complete 180. Forget about hard work; his new mission is to survive puberty, assemble the best team in history, and convince Konoha's strongest kunoichi to let him draw on their backs! Advanced Chapters: Patreon.com/shurazero

Three things I learned after reincarnating into My Hero Academia: Charles Xavier passed his telepathic powers down to me. Great. He also passed down his baldness. Not so great. X-ray vision is a terrible power in the wrong hands. I am the wrong hands. I should be preparing to save the world, training to be the number one hero, and using my powers for the good of humanity. Instead, I’m using telekinesis to give Bakugo’s mom accidental orgasms during a volleyball match. Professor X would be disappointed. Johnny Sins would be proud. Welcome to my second life: where the UA exams are the least of my worries, and the real challenge is not thinking with my junk when I have unlimited mental powers. Warning: This story is pure wish-fulfillment, heavily inspired by Hentai. It is practically pure, brainless R18 content. If you’re looking for a deep plot, you’re better off looking elsewhere; I’m not here for logic. HYPNOSIS/MIND CONTROL

Izuku Midoriya had always believed his Quirk was the cruelest joke fate could play. “Train,” they called it. But it didn’t build muscle. It didn’t awaken hidden strength. All it did was teach the neighborhood dogs a few tricks. While his classmates dreamed of glory, he was stuck with leashes and plastic bags. Until one day, the sky split open and a horned goddess in purple spandex descended right in the middle of the city: Mt. Lady. A ridiculous accident, an even more ridiculous landing—and suddenly Izuku uncovered the truth. His Quirk didn’t train animals… it trained human bodies. It enhanced, corrected, perfected. One touch, one spark of energy, and impossible curves came to life. A hormonal mistake led him to the greatest revelation of his existence: maybe he wasn’t born to be the strongest hero. But he was born to be… the secret trainer of the world’s most powerful heroines.

"And what do you know about harmonizing?" Xiao Yue looked at him as if he had just spit on her ancestor's grave. "Me? I'm the CEO of the Inner Dao. I have a Master's in Spiritual Synergy and a triple Ph.D. in Multitasking Cultivation, with honors in 'Qi Optimization Under Pressure.' Should I show you my resume, or would you prefer a PowerPoint presentation on my celestial achievements?" Kenji Tanaka was a Japanese CEO with the soul of a spreadsheet: cold, analytical, and completely allergic to improvisation. He died like any good executive: from an excess of meetings. Now, he's Kenji, a nobody in a world of cultivators, dragons, absurd sects, and spiritual manuals that take ten lifetimes to read. Martial talent? Zero. Ability to shatter mountains with a single blow? Nil. A master plan to turn chaos into a celestial startup, KPIs and all? Absolutely. They are the unstoppable force. He is the guy with the plan, the tea, and the to-do list. While his harem of martial geniuses smashes armies as if they were piñatas, Kenji optimizes formations, improves techniques, manages internal conflicts, and turns alchemy into a production line. He doesn't fight, he doesn't scream, he doesn't cultivate like a madman. He outsources the violence. Because cultivating like crazy is optional,but leading with efficiency is mandatory.

If you haven’t started reading yet, here’s what you’re missing! In this version, Izuku is much more daring and confident than his anime counterpart. His motivation to become a hero is set in stone after he witnesses Mt. Lady’s debut fight against a giant villain. Let’s just say he has a sudden—and slightly inappropriate—moment of "enlightenment" that changes his path forever. Unlike the canon story, Izuku doesn't receive One For All. Instead, he has his own unique Quirk. At first, he thought it was useless, but now he’s discovering its true potential by interacting with different girls and their Quirks. What to expect: A "Manual" System: Izuku can see evolution paths for the girls' Quirks and guide them through specialized training. Genres: System, Ecchi, Harem, R18, Comedy, and plenty of Action.

“Brother, you are a disgrace to our empire!” the Emperor roared, his voice echoing in the throne room. “You drown yourself in wine while your niece, the brightest jewel of the empire, is being courted by geniuses and kings!” Leaning lazily against a pillar, Wei Feng took a long swig from his wine jug and let out a discreet burp. “Mmm... And what’s the problem?” he replied, his voice slurred. “Those ‘geniuses’ are just noisy peacocks. And as for the jewel of the empire... she already has an owner.” Wei Feng, the Drunken Prince, the Royal Failure who renounced the throne. Everyone in the empire sees him as a useless parasite. What they don’t know is that, in the shadows, this decadent prince is building a collection of the most powerful, beautiful, and dangerous women the world has ever known. And the first piece in his collection, the most precious and forbidden, is the Crown Princess herself. “The heavens could strike me down with a thousand bolts of lightning, and the ancestors could curse my name for ten thousand years...” he whispered to her one night, his warm breath against her earlobe as her body trembled under his touch. He paused, a smile that could almost be felt in the darkness. “...and still, every second of this sin with you would be worth it. Let them call me a demon. What kind of demon wouldn’t enjoy corrupting an angel?” [Author's Note] Welcome! Prepare for a story where the empire's most underestimated protagonist proves that true power doesn't lie on a throne. What you'll find: An elite Harem. Explicit Content (R-18). A central taboo relationship (incest). (Warning: Reader discretion is advised). Zero-Tolerance Policy: NO NTR! There is no sharing here. The Harem Promise: Each heroine is a fully developed character with her own ambitions and power. They are not mere trophies. The title says it all: only Saints and Queens are accepted. If you're ready to see how a "failure" brings the world to its knees, not through war, but through conquest and seduction, then this is the novel for you.

"And what do you know about harmonizing?" Xiao Yue looked at him as if he had just spit on her ancestor's grave. "Me? I'm the CEO of the Inner Dao. I have a Master's in Spiritual Synergy and a triple Ph.D. in Multitasking Cultivation, with honors in 'Qi Optimization Under Pressure.' Should I show you my resume, or would you prefer a PowerPoint presentation on my celestial achievements?" Kenji Tanaka was a Japanese CEO with the soul of a spreadsheet: cold, analytical, and completely allergic to improvisation. He died like any good executive: from an excess of meetings. Now, he's Kenji, a nobody in a world of cultivators, dragons, absurd sects, and spiritual manuals that take ten lifetimes to read. Martial talent? Zero. Ability to shatter mountains with a single blow? Nil. A master plan to turn chaos into a celestial startup, KPIs and all? Absolutely. They are the unstoppable force. He is the guy with the plan, the tea, and the to-do list. While his harem of martial geniuses smashes armies as if they were piñatas, Kenji optimizes formations, improves techniques, manages internal conflicts, and turns alchemy into a production line. He doesn't fight, he doesn't scream, he doesn't cultivate like a madman. He outsources the violence. Because cultivating like crazy is optional,but leading with efficiency is mandatory.

Being the Kyubi's Jinchuriki was tough. Training for two years with Jiraiya to defeat Akatsuki was extreme. But this? This is real hell. I thought my dream was to become Hokage. Turns out my real destiny was to become the most sought-after human pillow in the Elemental Nations. How did I end up on a giant futon, pinned down by the Fifth Hokage, my teammate, and the Byakugan Princess... all at the same time? It all started with a pervy scroll, a treacherous tree, and an "incident" at the onsen that unleashed absolute chaos. Now, I have to navigate Kage politics, S-Rank missions, and—most dangerous of all—a harem of the strongest and scariest kunoichi on the continent. And they don't even know how to share. Forget the Fourth Ninja War. My real battle is surviving the night. patreon.com/shurazero

An ordinary young man dies after getting hit by a car and wakes up in the body of Zerai, a seventeen-year-old orphan found unconscious on a drifting raft by the Moby Dick. With no special powers and no Haki, the only things he carries with him are two lifetimes' worth of knowledge: the fragmented memories of the real Zerai, raised by his grandmother — a cook in a small fishing village — and those of a grown man who watched the One Piece anime. NO Harem

Cult trash? Perhaps. Destined for failure? Not in your wildest dreams. My path to divinity isn't paved with talismans nor measured by Qi levels... It is forged with BONDS so powerful they would make the very Heavens tremble. Lin Feng is the official joke of the Scarlet Cloud Sect. A "disciple" whose greatest achievement is not dying amidst mountains of spiritual dung. Meanwhile, Xiao Lan, the untouchable prodigy, as cold as celestial jade, makes the elders tremble with a single glance. And yet… In Lin Feng's dantian sleeps a monster. A Chaos Heart, a forbidden relic of creation itself, a primordial flame capable of consuming or transforming everything it touches. A ticking time bomb. A nameless power. His trump card... or his death sentence. "Scum? Say it louder." "Because when the daughters of heaven bow before me… when their Daos merge with mine… not even a thousand sects will be able to stop the roar of Chaos!" Prepare for a Xianxia saga where: The protagonist is a cunning, sarcastic, and ruthlessly intelligent anti-hero. He's no saint. He doesn't want to be. But no power can resist him. The heroines aren't decorative vases: they are empresses, sealed beasts, millennia-old sages. And Lin Feng doesn't save them: he walks beside them. He respects them, provokes them… and conquers them. GLOB, the chaotic, star-hungry slime, will make you laugh, cry… and pray he never fully evolves. Face-slapping guaranteed. The arrogant? Hypocritical elders? Pretentious young masters? All will fall. Some to their knees. Others headfirst. Romance? Yes. Harem? Also. Passion, drama, and soul-shattering bonds? Of course. But there are no "trophy wives" here. Every bond is power. Every caress, an explosion of chaos. His throne isn't built upon corpses, but on fulfilled promises and indestructible bonds. He needs no temples… because his women are his pillars, his fire, his empire. Chaos has chosen its Champion. Are you ready to follow him into the abyss... or to the heavens?

Ari was the most useless priest in the kingdom, a man whose faith lay at the bottom of a wine jug and in the arms of the girls at "The Silk Rose." His life of sinning and absolving is shattered when his childhood love, the glorious Templar Captain Thalassa, returns to his life. A fateful accident in ancient ruins transforms the holy maiden into a Demon Queen and her best friend into a voluptuous Succubus. Trapped, terrified, and fearing the Church's purge, Ari offers them the only way out—a plan so shameless only he could have conceived it. "You're completely insane!" Thalassa said. "Marry you? Both of us?" "It's a terrible sacrifice, I know," Ari said, his voice trembling with a contained—and completely fake—emotion as his gaze drifted again, almost by accident, to Vespera's curves. "To give up my life of... of chastity and celibacy... for your safety. To bear the burden of having two impossibly beautiful and powerful wives..." His gaze, unseen by them, lost itself for a moment in the vivid memory of the naked hologram of Vespera that had appeared just minutes before. Oh, yes, he thought to himself, maintaining his martyred expression with award-winning conviction. The sacrifice... it's going to be tough. So tough. I'll have to endure it every day and every night. What a heavy cross I must bear. Thus begins the strange double life of a priest, his Demon Queen wife, and his other Succubus wife, as they try to manage a secret dungeon, keep up appearances in town, and, above all, survive their new and chaotic marriage. [Author's Note] Welcome! This novel contains Harem and explicit sexual scenes (R-18). It is an erotic story focused on humor, power fantasy, and character dynamics. Don't look for deep meaning or strict plot consistency. Zero-Tolerance Policy: THERE WILL BE NO NTR! Ari doesn't share. Period. If you're looking for a fun adventure with a perverted protagonist, powerful demon girls, and plenty of tension... you've come to the right place. WARNING: THE PROTAGONIST IS NOT OP. DON'T BLAME ME IF HE DOESN'T MEET YOUR EXPECTATIONS.

Two years. That’s how long Renn has been trying to summon a single, pathetic slime. Two years of public humiliation, constant mockery, and that one time he lost a fistfight to a raccoon (yes, an actual raccoon). While his peers are out conquering territories with armies of iron golems and elite elves, Renn is struggling to keep his rescue pet shop afloat. His only companion? Mr. Whiskers, a fat, orange cat with a serious attitude problem and a stare that silently judges Renn’s entire existence. But Mr. Whiskers has a secret. He isn't just a chubby tabby. He involves dimensional royalty, Celestial-level assassins with 47 ways to end you, and a new reality where Renn isn't the master... he's technically the employee. Now, Renn finally has his troops. The problem? They are adorable weapons of mass destruction who insist on sleeping on his stomach. And his new "boss"? She judges him just as hard as before, only now, she has the royal authority to do it. "He lost to a raccoon. He adopted a princess. He summoned weapons of mass destruction. His life was a mess. Now, it’s a mess with cats."

Before the Golden Age of Supers, when the concept of a hero was still new and the rules were undefined, came Gamma Jack: a charismatic, narcissistic, and overpowering man blessed with the power to control radiation. To the public, he is the first great idol; to secret agencies, a ticking time bomb; and to women, an irresistible magnet. Jack doesn't seek justice or altruism: he sees Supers as a superior race destined to rule humanity, and he is willing to be the face of this new race. Can an age of heroes be born from the will of a tyrant?

Dealing with ghosts and third-rate thugs was my routine. Seeing a Soul Reaper in my room and fighting a giant Hollow was... intense. But this? This is spiritual paperwork hell. I thought my only problem was controlling the psycho living in my head. Turns out my real destiny is to be the spiritual "Ground Zero"—a fancy name for being a walking catalyst who needs... to bond. And how do I do that? Apparently, through "Soul Pacts" which, to my surprise, are very physical. How did I end up with Rukia staring at me like I'm her personal battery, Yoruichi running "compatibility tests," and the Captain of the Second Division debating whether to arrest me or demand an "upgrade"? It all started with that "accidental" power transfer that went wrong... or too right. Now, I don't just have to save Rukia from an unjust execution; apparently, I've decided their whole system is so rotten that I'm taking the Throne myself. Forget Aizen. My real battle is trying to train, stabilize my own power, and manage my new "Royal Guard" all at the same time. They get stronger thanks to me, and I don't fall apart thanks to them. The only problem is they all want to "evolve" at the same time, and I don't think my body can handle that many upgrades. Follow me on: patreon.com/itszeroo

Toph Beifong wakes up in a jungle, blind as always, and immediately gets ambushed by a giant tiger-thing. Does she panic? Nah. She just smashes it into the ground with a rock pillar and decides it looks tasty enough for lunch. Add some weird mushrooms she finds lying around, and boom—five-star meal in the middle of nowhere. The greatest earthbender you'll never see coming has somehow ended up in a place called Amazon Lily. No idea how she got here, no idea where "here" even is, but she's rolling with it. Oh, and apparently this island is a warrior paradise... with zero men. Just powerful women, dangerous beasts, and rocks she can throw around like confetti. They shoot arrows at her, she yawns. They try to intimidate her, she cracks her knuckles. They ask who she is, she tells them she's the girl who just ate their sacred jungle tiger for breakfast. Honestly? This place might be an upgrade. No annoying guys leaving footprints everywhere, plenty of things to punch, and these "Kuja Warriors" actually know how to throw down. She doesn't know what a "Pirate Empress" is, or why everyone keeps talking about some "Haki" thing, but if they think being blind is a weakness, they're about to learn why you don't mess with the Blind Bandit. "A place with no men, just rocks and people who actually know how to handle themselves... Maybe I'll stick around for a while; it's basically a vacation spot, just with more snakes." ​A collaboration with StrawberryOne Author's Note: Just to clarify, the image was generated based on a promotional image from the original Avatar property, but adapted to fit the One Piece theme.

This fanfiction lacks a formal synopsis. My primary goal is personal enjoyment and the practice of this hobby. Readers who choose to proceed will find a Harem setting. The story features R-18 content and ecchi elements.