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Multiverse Side Character Group!!

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One day Yale Dawson, the son of the biggest businessman on the continent recalled the memories of his previous life. He realized that he was in the world of a famous online novel he read in his previous life. To make things worse, he was the side character who was made into a puppet slave twice, forced to sacrifice millions upon millions under the influence of a necromancer and kill his own entire family with his own hand, finally dying himself. Just thinking about the fearsome future,.Yale couldn't help but tremble in fear. Till he got initiated in a multiverse group that had many side characters like himself. Welcome to the Multiverse Side Character Group!! Note: will only update on patreon... around 3 chapters/week!! Access the p@treon here: patreon.com/lordozone for more chapters!!

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Chapter 11. My life is bound to be doomed.

In a lavishly decorated room, sat a gaudily dressed middle-aged man reading the paper in his hand with a serious expression on his face.

The middle aged man was widely known as Monroe Dawson, the chairman of Dawson conglomerate. Dawson conglomerate was the biggest and unrivalled business group in the entire holy union and as such this middle aged man had a lot of authority under his name.

He was also the father of the Yale Dawson, the child standing infront of him. Yale was 10 years old this year and had dignified and elegant features that matched his wealthy upbringing. If it weren't for the miserable and ugly look on his face, he would have made a fairly good impression on anyone looking at him for the first time.

In truth, Yale Dawson was currently going through an existential crisis. He did not know if he was real or imaginary. He did not know if the life he had led untill now was fake or real and thus he had a miserable look on his face.

"Yale! Your admission letter from the Ernst Institute has arrived. You... Why are you making such a miserable face?"

Monroe Dawson asked upon looking at Yale's miserable face. Just a day before, this brat had been in high spirits and couldn't wait to go to Ernst Institute so upon looking at the ugly look on his face, Monroe couldn't help but ask with some worry.

Yale took a deep breath and let out a tired sigh that didn't match his young age.

"I am just feeling a little under the weather."

Yale replied back as his thoughts raced to an uncharted territory.

'A little would be an understatement. I did not expect to transmigrate into a side character of a novel.'

He realised that he was actually a transmigrator. Or to be more exact, he had just remembered the memories of his previous life.

Yale, a heterosexual male, had been a twenty something year-old university student from Earth. He was born to an average middle class family, and spent most of time chasing the millennial idea of ideal life. To summarise, he was a perfectly ordinary person. If one had to point out something that was different about him, it would be that he was practically a weeb. He liked to spend his time reading novels and playing otaku-esque games.

Cough cough, you get it.

This perfectly ordinary guy ended up getting involved in an unfortunate traffic accident. Before he knew it, he had already joined the army of transmigrators venturing to the worlds beyond Earth.

And above all else, he was born as the child of the chairman of Dawson conglomerate in the holy union of Yulan continent.

Had he not known anything at all, Yale would have been more than delighted to be born into a prominent, Richie rich rich house in his second life. That would have meant that he would have had endless money to squander, and he would have been able to do whatever he wanted. But that was only if he really knew nothing at all.

If his memories served him right, Yale Dawson was the friend of the main character, Linley Baruch and did not have good talent as either a warrior or mage. In fact, if it weren't for the fact that his father had pretty good connections with the Radiant church in Holy union, he wouldn't have gotten admitted in Ernst Institute and wouldn't have met the main character.

But this was just the happy prologue before the start of the miserable tale of Yale Dawson; the calm before the storm or bliss before the shit hits the fan. In a few years, he would turn into a puppet of a convict necromancer and would sacrifice thousands of people for that necromancer and after main character would set him free, he would once again be made into a puppet by another god level convict and would be made to kill his own children, wife and family, and ultimately dying a dog's death.

"Then, go and rest!"

Monroe Dawson said after seeing his child's face.

When Yale returned to his room, he held his head in disbelief as he felt his blood pressure rising.

"What the heck!?! Why couldn't I have been born as someone else? Why did it have to be Yale Dawson?"

After going through his memories once again, Yale decided to accept that he had been born as the side character of a novel, 'Coiling Dragon'.

Coiling dragon was the work of a famous author that followed the story of Linley Baruch, a talented youth who would one day become a Universe Creator capable of creating universes.

And Yale Dawson was his friend who would die after being tortured repeatedly, turned into mindless puppet twice, sacrifice millions of people to extract their souls, kill his kin with his own hands and once again brought to life by main character in the middle of main character's long journey.

In short, Yale was screwed.

So screwed that he couldn't help but think of dying once again to escape his fate.

'Aren't the cosmic forces just screwing with me? They even decided to give me memories of the future. Now I can't even enjoy my present knowing the horrors that are going to greet me in my future.'

"C-calm down. It's especially at times like this that I have to calm down!"

Yale took in deep breaths as he tried to use his maturity as an adult to suppress his emotions.

One shouldn't panic in the face of trouble because panicking never works.

'But what can I do? Am I to await my doom just like this'

Fear once again encroached on Yale like a shadow, leaving him feeling utterly frightened. It was then that a crisp bell sounded in his mind.

[Ding!]

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MHA: More!

Transmigrated into the young body of Izuku Midoriya, he embraces his fate and decides to be the world's most amazing man! Why?! because his mom said he is, and Izuku can't make his mom lie now, can he? Facing the challenges that were ahead, he braced himself and shouted at the top of his lungs "Bring it on you bastards!" Day by day, he grew Stronger and stronger, a different Izuku with a heroic soul that screams more and more As the villains facing him kept piling up more and more in the USJ, they heard the continuous thumping of his roaring heart and felt utter fear, the heroic Aura he exuded rivaled that of All Might! 'OFA 30%' "Mighty Impact!" Add it, it's fun to write so you can be sure it's fun to read, I added passion and love into everything, plus, I have a huge reserve of chapters, don't worry about the system tag, I kept it very controllable by making the MC not care about it :) I always found the idea of Izuku secretly possessing sailor's mouth being very funny so i decided that the MC is a wild one lol Don't be fooled by the chapters number, each one holds close to 2200+ Words! some chapters have to be less though, Pacing reasons. By chapter 40 that would be close to 100k words. That's more than 100 chapters worth of content on this app/site. 4 chapters per week, Volume based. Discord: https://discord.gg/Bc7cvFBc Image by André-risso on X [Twitter] if you wish to change the cover let me know, André. I claim no ownership of MHA nor the cover picture, all credit to its creator, this is just for fun lol

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While normaly i cant be bothered writing negative reviews however for this story i will make a exception since i realy like the anime and novels used in this fanfic but absolutely HATE everything else so this is just for a small hope that maby the author will give the MC significant character development(have him possesed by a ghost and completely wipe his personality or something similiar) and at the same time to vent my frustrations with what would otherwise be a good story in my eyes. Now, the story started off great, a very interesting idea, great worlds, great characters and the mc felt his crisis of being killed in the near future so it would make for a great plot reason to become stronger. But... the MCs personality is absolutely the worst ive seen in recent times in the more populiar stories on webnovel. The MC can be summed up as a chinese Issei Hyoudou for those who have seen/read Highschool DXD, meaning that while he is not some kind of "hero of justice" type hes extremely stupid and completely loses his mind whenever he sees anything female. The MCs behaviour is extremely disgusting and reading about his actions and inner toughts is basicly a carbon coppy of Issei wich should make anyone puke but somehow all the girls simply fall in love with him on the spot for no reason at all while the MC only gets more and more perverted but doesnt dare to take that last step. Then we have the MCs extreme unlogical greed for money, i mean hes part of the richest family in the country but instead of strenghtening himself with the chat group he only cares about selling things for gold, i mean seriously, hes in a bloody cultivation world where gold is worth completely nothing and everythign is all about treasures artifacts weapons skills and medicines etc, but instead of using those kind of things to make himself stronger he only sells them for gold he simply doesnt need at all. Now the most frustrating part of the MC is that after he got rank 9 and stopped feeling the threat of death from the plot the mc simply gave up all ambitions of becomming stronger, he already didnt care about anything but raw cultivation base before this but after he simply didnt care about anything but chasing his own perversions. He has countless of points to buy supreme skills weapons or medicine to improve his cultivation but he simply doesnt care, almost every chapter the MC says things like "oh if only i had a skill i could do this" or "oh i dont have any skill so im actualy a fake expert with much lower combat power than someone at the same level" or "oh my spear is only a ordinary spear so it breaks too easy"... wich could literaly be solved by a click of a button in the chat group store or by simply getting a skill from one of the worlds he has access to but he just completely ignores it instead prefers to sell those things for gold only wich he doesnt use. Even worse is that he actualy got a powerful technique from killing a enemy called banishing shift, wich is the golden finger of the MC in that world, but because he doesnt understand it instantly he simply pretends it doesnt exist and ignores it instead of training like everybody else... The worst of the story is that the Author is obviously trying his best to write this story, the ideas are great, the writing quality is excelent and the updates are constant. So it is extremely obvious that the MC acts like that because the Author wants him to and not because the Author doesnt know how to write or anything like that. I just cant fathom why you would write such a obnoxious japanese beta MC and also constantly make him out to have a negative IQ by repeating those things i wrote above...

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