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Malphegor

Malphegor

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I am a breathing and living being. I have a passive skill which allows me to inhale air, and then to exhale carbon dioxide. Last but no least, I have a near endless performace of muscle contraction.

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Naruto: Fate System

What would you do if you were reincarnated into the Naruto universe as a member of the early Akatsuki, only to discover your death was all but certain? This is the reality facing Shin, a Naruto fan who finds himself bound to a system that predicts his gruesome ends - from being killed in Hanzo's purge to dying on Orochimaru's operating table. The system's message is clear: leaving Akatsuki means certain death, but staying doesn't guarantee survival. To live, Shin must remake the Akatsuki in his own image, transforming them from idealistic rebels into something far more dangerous. In the shinobi world, survival isn't just about power - it's about being willing to become the villain in someone else's story. ---------- ---------- I don't own Naruto. Kudos to Masashi Kishimoto. Warnings: - AU - Villain type Advance Chapters and Volumes Songs on p@treon: p@treon.com/Malphegor If you'd like to support me but can't join P@treon, leaving comments or reviews is also helpful!

Malphegor · Anime & Comics
4.3
39 Chs

Musician In Love-hate with Fans

Synopsis of MILF: After a struggling singer died, he was reborn in a parallel world with a more developed entertainment industry. Excited by the prospect of a fresh start, Paul discovered this new world lacked the iconic songs he knew and loved. Eager to share his musical knowledge, he started performing the songs he had written for his girlfriend. His songs became famous overnight, and his popularity soared unexpectedly. But as his fame grew, so did a peculiar problem. His fans, it seemed, weren't content to be mere spectators. Night after night, he would step onto the stage, ready to pour his soul into his music. But before he could utter a single note, a wall of sound would hit him. The audience, thousands strong, would launch into his songs with a fervor that bordered on religious. These weren't casual concertgoers. They were devotees who had memorized every lyric, every inflection. They'd paid handsomely for tickets, not to listen, but to participate in what had become less a performance and more a mass ritual. Paul found himself in an absurd position. He was the star of the show, yet he couldn't hear his own voice over the chorus of his fans. He'd come to share his music, not to conduct a citywide karaoke session.

Malphegor · Others
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18 Chs