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In Year 3010, a game system Ultra Games Virtual Reality or commonly known as UGVRS. Become infamous greatest creation of Peak era of Cyber. A game system that let you experience 99% realism game as if your truly living the game! You can be a hero to be the emperor of a dynasty! Rule the world or be the harem King or Queen! Just remember if time of danger, ESC for escape!

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Note: Update is random but mass.

This is a book about a boy named Trevor. He and his friends find a mysterious package with a free vacation trip to a mysterious island. They decide to go but when they reach they fall into deep trouble when a mysterious spirit which recides in the house they live, has forced them to play a series of horror games. ( these horror games are legends which we all know and are known to many people. This is my made up version and in no way have I copied any event or work of fiction. )

Will they be able to survive or will this spirit get rid of them all.

In 2204 a new full dive MMORPG is released by a Russian company called 'Escape From Tarkov'. It offers the most in-depth system to date, by using your own memories and data collected over 13 years of development, the human body and all the random things of life are replicated. [game plot] set in the Norvinsk region in Northwestern Russia,  the city of Tarkov became the centre for a major political scandal involving corrupt corporations in the Norvinsk region. Six months later the situation erupted into an armed conflict involving the Russian Internal Troops, United Nations peacekeepers, and two private military companies: United Security (USEC) and BEAR. The Norvinsk region's borders were sealed off, and those trapped in the middle of the war zone were isolated from the outside world.

{This is a slightly altered version of the Escape From Tarkov universe to more appeal to readers in my opinion, all copyright belongs to Battle State Games]

Tags-Male MC, Modern Day, War, Video-Game Elements, Only one Love interest(female), character growth, Gore, In-depth weapon descriptions and realistic uses(I'm a gun and war nut), army building.

In the real world, Damian is a socially awkward and a boy of few words.

Video games were his escape from the real world to let himself free — until 'The Incident' of Steampunkers Online. In this synthetic world, Damian, now Wulfsige, must learn who he is and his potential; he must escape Steampunkers Online, but the truth may be darker than it appeared.

There is a new mystery in town. People are playing mobile games when all of a sudden after days, they get kidnapped. who is behind this? will they escape? can they solve the mystery to why.

How do I start?  My name is Shiro Osborne. I'm your average half Japanese and half English kind of guy. Like many other Japanese boys I delve into the fantasy of what's called anime,manga and video games. 
 
My addiction for this started at the simple age of 10 where I spent the next 3 years reading and non-stop playing video games and manga. I somewhat became an otaku but not the average stereotype . I was fairly handsome and kept myself in shape though I never found an interest in girlfriends because none of them are interesting enough.

Due to my love life being pretty empty (virgin) I had plenty of time to deepen my knowledge into understanding games and their programmed. 
My parents... were not proud of what I was doing. In their eyes all they saw was a failure of a a son lowering his grades and his life choices for the simple reason of escaping reality. 

That was the problem. All parents think escaping into the world of fiction is a bad thing. Children who get bullied want to escape. Abused children want to escape. Teenagers who go through heavy depression want to escape. Them clinging onto the final string of imagination. To keep them somewhat alive! Is that really a bad thing? What are books for if I can't use them to escape into a reality where the burdens of mankind aren't there. Numbers and test. Scores and judgement for you race. These are the things people want to escape from.

The same goes for video games. Why do u think people play non-stop. Is it to satisfy their curiosity. No. Is it to play with their friends.  Some of them . It's because they want to be the hero. No one is the same but everyone lives the same lifestyle. Live sleep eat work die. That's it. There is nothing special about them to make them feel unique. So when your kids are  playing their games it's pretty  much  them trying to create their own story with their friends and to become the heroes of that simple game.

That simple game which make them fell special. That simple game that make them forget their burdens and worries. That simple games which makes them feel they are worth more than a mortal. So tell me Is it just a game?

I’m an average guy. A weeb and 24-gamer non-stop.
Until a certain day. Well for most gamers that day was a horrific event which they were left to their own survival in a game where there was a chance of death. For the weebs... we were cheering that our anime sword art online was finally a reality.

Finally there was a madman that was willing to trap 1000,000 gamers in a game of survival to find the 6 keys of Origin to escape. By clearing floors and levelling up will I survive and take the mantle for the real life Black swordsman Kirito or will I die tragically?

Ah, video games, where would we be without you?
Actually, I know where I would be: entirely finished writing this guide. But let us put my own inadequacy to the side and dive into our discussion of video games and novels.
While those lucky enough to have never visited Wattpad tend to argue that it is more healthy and educational to read books, novels and games share more similarities than differences.
If asked, some may go all college essay mode and spout how they are both used to escape our sad reality and have a broad range of genres, but these shared traits aren't all that important.
Sure, there is a wide variety of games. I get that. From Pacman to those porn game advertisements I'm too scared to click on, it's obvious that different folks have different strokes.
And what isn't used as an escape from the sad reality that pursuing a music career with the tuba falls flat on its face after you leave the school marching band?
But there is a deeper, more philosophical answer to this question, and that is... that you can milk the same product over and over and prey on customers who don't give a damn about originality or quality!
Zero work. Free money.
Those of you who are a bit more intellectually challenged than the rest of us may ask, why not make a game instead of a novel, since they both can be milked to death?
The answer to that brainless question is that video games have a natural filter to them. Despite their appearance, it turns out that those lines of code aren't absolute gibberish, and require some amount of competence to run properly. Compare that to what we do, and you will find that writing some crappy web novel is slightly easier.
Well, at least I think it is easier. How would I know? I'm not even an engineer for god sakes!
That's all for this imaginary Q&A. If you have any more questions, feel free to keep them to yourselves.
Now tell me, dear students, can you figure out why I am bringing any of this up? Can you guess what I am using this shitty introductory chapter for? Did you guess that we are gonna be combining these two things to create another abomination of a novel so bad that we deserve to be gunned down by whoever is unlucky enough to read a single sentence of our creation?  Awww, you guys know me too well. It's so cute to see how much you lovely readers have devolved since reading this.
Let us step forward as poor writers for the small price of going backward as a species.

Are you trying to write a novel, but you just aren't sure that you are capable of making a successful story? You're in luck! 

Anyone is capable of writing a story people will vote for, no matter how dumb you may be; just look at the power stone rankings!

By following my detailed guide, I guarantee you that those sweet readers will flock to you! From cultivation novels to whatever the last category I choose to write about, this guide leaves no base uncovered.

Now just sit back potential fanfic writers and read my book, because soon you will learn how to prey on the less intellectually gifted through the use of foolproof cliches and feel good self-insertion!

Enjoy!

While everyone else busied away to prepare for the event that could happen at any moment, Zen logged into his virtual world. There was something he had to confirm.
Ever since he found out how virtual reality games were a cheating way to bridge the ability gaps between reality and games, Zen had something he wanted to do. He might not be able to match any of these crazy mafia heirs and heiresses in combat. Zen was just an ordinary teenage boy who did not undergo any of their crazy training. He was poison resistant, had the power to set someone in flames or steal people's luck. However, he would like to think that he was more knowledgeable than anyone else about games and their loopholes.
There were safe zones in the Egg Hunt arena. Zen memorised everything he could about the school that the first event will be hosted based off. However, what he lacked was the ability to escape his safe zone if it was compromised.
Sure, Zen trusted his party members to come to his rescue if Johan and his bloodthirsty guild ever found him. However, in an explosive battle between many powerful individuals and a Basilisk on the loose, Zen did not have the confidence to remain alive amidst all the crossfire.
Hence, he had to learn how to run away as fast as he could to clear the stage.
"Let's see, the VR games that the Godfather sent are good. Are there any running games in here?"
As Zen browsed through his massive VR game collection by category, he wondered if he could master some basic parkour skills in games. After all, jumping from window to window would be a lot faster than going down and up a flight of stairs.
There were two games that Zen knew were good options to train his running skills. The first was a straightforward reflex runner game called Maze Runner. He had to collect speed boosts in the game to complete the maze level and avoid running into walls as he ran. The second game was a personal favourite. It was an obstacle running competition against an artificial intelligence opponent. While the game did not have many in-game elements, the controls and special animation effects were what made the game so thrilling. It was called Street Sprinter.
If he played these games enough times, the action would be so familiar to Zen in his head that even if his physical body was incapable of performing these actions from the lack of proper muscles required to pull them off, the repeated motion from the VR simulations in his head would give him a powerful in-game ability to replicate the moves.
Of course, it was not entirely perfect, and anything could happen during the execution. If Zen's mental state wavered, he would not be able to pull the move off successfully. However, preparing something he could gamble with was better than having nothing to use at his disposal when he was in a pinch. Zen would rather take his chances jumping from a window to escape death and take massive fall damage if he missed than not be able to escape his murderer at all.
"Street Sprinter it is," Zen decided.
His first map was an urban setting. It was more practical to learn how to jump from windows and ledges than avoid walls and obstacles coming in his face.
Without hesitating, Zen confirmed his selection and was taken to a familiar starting screen. Instead of resuming from his game's previously saved progress, Zen decided to start afresh. He needed the tutorial to walk him through the sensations before he attempted to replicate them without using game controls like he normally used.
As the instruction screens hovered, Zen took his time to dash across a single narrow plank with the tutorial's guide. The system guided his body so Zen wouldn't fall off the ledge, and the feeling was very similar to getting possessed. For a while, it was uncomfortable when Zen's mind did not fully sync with the action.
Although the game's tutorial prompted the stage's completion, Zen ignored the flashing window to proceed to the next obstacle stage. Instead, he continued to go back and forth on that single plank like a lunatic.
Each time he crossed the plank and used the tutorial system's help to correct his sense of balance, Zen felt that he was getting closer to being able to do it without the system's help. He must have repeated the process almost twenty times before he stopped feeling the system's influence. 
The world watched as the gamer completed his tutorial in a similar fashion, repeating the simple stages over and over again, refusing to proceed until he had done the action about twenty times. The forward roll motion was probably the only action Zen did not repeat more than ten times.
When Zen finally cleared the stage, the game brought him to the first stage. Here, he did something most people did not understand.
[Do you wish to disable system assisted body movement guides?]
Zen hit the "confirm" option so fast that nobody had any time to blink. Without the game system's assisted body movement guide, the game was hardly playable unless someone was a pro athlete. Even for the first stage, Zen would not be able to clear it. Someone like him without any experience in the actual combat field wasn't capable of it.
Zen waited for the countdown to end to begin his sprint. Already, he could see the first obstacle. There was a short run before he had to jump from this roof to a shorter roof. According to the tutorial, he should pick up speed and step on the ledge of this roof with his dominant foot to spring to the next, throwing his body's momentum forward while curling into a ball. Upon landing, Zen should use the forward force to roll twice before getting up on his curled dominant foot to continue the sprint.
However, that was in theory.
When the horn sounded, signalling the start of the sprint, Zen took to a dash like the wind even though he lagged behind the AI competition. He prepared himself for the leap at the ledge and launched himself from it.
Three out of four characters in Street Sprinter made it, and the world cringed when they heard Zen's scream after his feet failed to reach the other roof. Scratch that. He wasn't even close. If anyone captured the moment he launched himself from the roof, they would notice how Zen didn't aim to jump far. Instead, he jumped high as he launched from the roof at a narrow-angle, too close to the building he started on.
[Stage failed. Respawn?]
Zen shook. The experience of free-falling from a high rise building with a void below was terrifying. Thankfully, this was only a regular game and not a death game like the opening ceremony.
[Yes.] Zen selected and was transported back to the starting line with all three other AI competitors. 
The geeky boy clenched his teeth. This was harder than it looked.

In a world ruled by criminals, civilians live a shit life. A cook gets shot to death for saving a man's life and gets an audience with God.

“Civilians are humans too!” he complained.

As compensation, God shoved him into the body of Zen Taro - the Taro Family’s useless third young master.

Given the ability to learn at hyperspeed, Zen has to find a way to survive this crazy deathtrap of an academy. Armed with only his superior gaming, civilian common sense and cooking skills, watch him survive the crazy VR battle royale in true Zen Fashion.
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[escaping system]
for this idea you can use the mc as a man put into the dxd world for no reason at all. he is a beggar at first but is then taken to an orphange he is then tortured there. he meets any randome anime characters such as naruto, yuji itadori. 
 
he wakes up one day with a system. that needs him to escape anything to earn points after two years time skip he leaves the orphanage. he is then taken to the devil world and is a reincarnated devil he can be in kuroka or anybodies peerage. after that he tries to escape but kuroka need to save her sister so she betrays her. 

mc as a normal human after  being betrayed stops trusting anyone but himself . he is then tortured for some years but is taken to the gladiator arena he fights and gains a lot of battle experience for some years(3). he then strengthens his abilities with stealing from the rich and his systems help so he is in middle class. give him haki or cursed energy with a mission to escape the arena. 

he makes a plan. make him lose but make a flashback of him being betrayed and be like" I will not fall" and go insane rage mode and then the system give him powers and let him fight some gods and if you want add some crossovers make him ve a little handsome and do a time skip to canon from then it,s your wish. Some sacred gear ideas are game changer ( get power from games but some things needed are memories of the games and enough mana to use it) astral obliteration (all shall be obliterated, the sacred gear is like a tattoo and add a side effect to use this the mc,s emotion will be removed) heavens way (you can use it to change fate like to remove the user from existence just that the user should not be stronger than mc) eyes of future past (mc can see the future and past but only some moments and mc can have x ray vision ) 



use this but write in coments your fanfics name

My ideas for fanfics. 





you can use them just tell me your fanfic name in the comments to read them

Yue Zhao, as a 26-year-old and experienced athlete, was a newbie in the Asian Games arena.
Warming up, adjusting his starting blocks, and getting ready for the race, Yue Zhao made his preparations step by step. It looked like he was pretty calm, but actually, inside, his heart was leaping.
"The finals in the Asian Games!" Excitement flashed across Yue Zhao's eyes.
Months ago, Yue Zhao never thought that he could attend the Asian Games, but today, he was standing right there in the arena, preparing for the 200m final.
Yue Zhao closed his eyes. He recalled his painful past.
"That misdiagnosis wasted three years of my time. Now I'm 26, and in only one or two years, I'll retire."
Thinking about his inevitable retirement, Yue Zhao suddenly felt painful. He stared at the track in front of him, unwilling to leave. A soft expression appeared on his face.
"I should give myself something to be proud of!" Yue Zhao felt that he was forced to stand and fight.
He stood on the starting blocks, put both hands on the ground to steady his body, and recalled technical details in his mind.
He was solely concentrated on receiving the signal from the starting gun.
Bang! The crisp sound of the gunshot greeted Yue Zhao's ears. At the same time, he leapt forward.
At once, the auditorium was boiling with excitement. Various kinds of cheering made lots of noise, but the noise sounded like drums on the battlefield to Yue Zhao.
Yue Zhao ran along the left side of the track, trying hard to increase his speed.
Due to his starting position, he couldn't see the other participants on his left, nor did he know whether anyone was catching up to him or not. His only thought was to run faster.
Beside him, Zerafa from the United Arab Emirates looked uncomfortable, his movements not as smooth as usual.
On Zerafa's left, Japanese sprinter Yamamoto Kazuhiko also put pressure on Zerafa. Yamamoto Kazuhiko was not very tall, but he had a high stride frequency. Since it was raining, every time Yamamoto stepped on the ground, he splashed, disrupting Zerafa's rhythm.
"Stupid rain!" Zerafa swore to himself. He knew he wasn't performing well, especially in the curve, which he ran poorly.
When he entered onto the straightaway, Zerafa realized that he was only in fourth. Although he wasn't falling behind much, he couldn't accept defeat at all. He was there to win, how could he be in fourth?
Zerafa quickly adjusted himself. In the second half of the race, he needed to turn the tide.
Running on the straightaway was way easier than the curve, so now that they were in the second half of the race, Zerafa's advantages as a black athlete showed.
Yamamoto Kazuhiko specialized in the 400m, so he might have had nice curve techniques, but he definitely lacked explosive force that the 100m sprinters had. On the straightaway, Zerafa caught up to him, and he immediately fell behind.
Within only thirty meters, Zerafa went from fourth to second place. His next goal was to overtake Yue Zhao on his right.
At that second, Zerafa suddenly realized, the one in the lead was the athlete from the hosting country that he had never heard about.
"Who would have thought he was the last one I needed to beat!" Zerafa thought, but he didn't slack, rushing foward.
...
Thirty meters before the finish line, Zerafa was about to catch up with Yue Zhao.
Zerafa was really worthy of being one of the tournament favorites, as he indeed had the upper hand. Even when his performance was restricted by the weather, his speed was still faster than the other sprinters.
Yue Zhao had already noticed the figure on his left making a dash for the finish line. That guy was running pretty fast. In the blink of an eye, that man had caught up and was now running side by side next to him.
Yue Zhao glanced at Zerafa. For some reason, Zerafa's skin color was extremely different and conspicuous.
In that second, disintegrated images flashed across Yue Zhao's mind. In a dilapidated and disordered city slum, where motley graffiti on the wall looked more like the shadow of the devil, curses rose one after another to join the shining lights.
Late at night, Yue Zhao left work and was walking down a dim path. Suddenly, two figures showed up. Two black youth blocked his way, knives in their hands.
The knives were glinted with a bloodcurdling coldness. Yue Zhao had figured out what they wanted from him.
"Money! Money!" The two bullies were worried about the Asian guy's English, so they kept repeating the word "money" while gesturing like they were counting dollars.
However, at that time, Yue Zhao was a poor guy who could barely feed himself, let alone have spare cash in his pocket!
He was filled with helplessness and fear. He kept swearing in his head, asking why life was so unfair, why should he suffer from such pain?
In the next second, Yue Zhao chose to flee. He had used to be a sprinter, since running was the thing he was best at. The two bullies were unwilling to let their victim escape, and immediately chased after Zhao.
That night, Yue Zhao was in the lead, with the two bullies in hot pursuit after him. The situation was exactly the same as he was currently in!
Today, Yue Zhao was making a slight advance on the track, while Zerafa was right behind him. The difference was that that night, Yue Zhao was escaping for his life, while today, he was fighting to win a competition.
To Yue Zhao, his days in America were the darkest days in his life. He was not willing to recall those painful memories.
But today, for some reason, those memories came into his mind unbounded.
He couldn't bear to think of the past, but once he had, he converted his grief and indignation into strength, pushing him forward.
Yue Zhao felt like he was fleeing again, and Zerafa was the bully threatening him with his knife in hand!
Right at this moment, Yue Zhao ran faster. He was back to that painful moment when he was struggling to escape from the bullies, but the current him wasn't only trying to escape from bad guys, but also the darkest moments of his past!
He wanted to get rid of the dark times, he wanted to let bygones be bygones!
His previous experience was a massive source of motivation for him. His strength instantly broke out, his speed becoming faster and faster. He was a phoenix approaching nirvana, shining as brightly as he ever had in his life.
...
Whoosh! Yue Zhao crossed the finish line. Until he exited at the end of the track, he didn't remember that he was still in a race at the Asian Games.
"The champion of the Asian Games!" He finally became conscious of where he was, but he couldn't believe it. After being in a complete daze for seconds, he confirmed that he had won the event at the Asian Games.
He knelt on the ground and burst into tears.
What he had experienced in the past, so many years of grievance, humiliation, and helplessness, all was vented at this moment.
"It's time to say goodbye to the old days!" a voice rang in Yue Zhao's mind. At this point, the knots in his heart were completely untied.


How could a poor graduate student without any background or connections become successful? With a coaching system? An upgrade? This is not a computer game, but real life we’re talking about!
 
This will be a fantasy based on reality. Dai Li will fight back against all those who would mock and humiliate him with his astonishing and awe-inspiring training skills. From a nobody he’ll try to become the most illustrious coach in the sports world, so join him in proving to everyone who’s the real master here!

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