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EchoingDusk

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UpdateSchedule| DragonBall:1ch/Sunday | Marvel:2ch/week | Bleach:? | Parallel World:? If the readers wish so, they may support the author at: patreon.com/echoingdusk

2021-04-16 đã tham giaGlobal
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Dragon Ball: Rise of the Saiyan

Acala had never put much stock in the afterlife. Reincarnation was the last thing she expected—especially not as a Saiyan baby with an impressive power level of 700. But life, or rather, her second shot at it, had something else in store for her. Eight years passed and she found herself standing at trial in front of the notorious coward, King Vegeta. The planet's situation was nothing short of a soap opera, with Frieza, the notorious 'Planet Seller,' holding the reins and the Saiyans working as his infamous 'Planet Pirates.' What happened was that Acala's parents chose the worst possible time to start a revolution. Part, or rather leaders of the radical faction, they aimed to overthrow both Frieza and King Vegeta on Prince Vegeta's naming ceremony. Unsurprisingly, it got most of them and most of their comrades and relatives executed. The children were spared from the massacre but banished to the deathworld of Xarrack to survive or perish... mostly to perish of course. Xarrack was a nightmare, on the first day their numbers plummeted by a quarter. The second day found Acala standing in the middle of an endless plain, the grass swaying gently in the wind, and a rabbit munching on her tail, "Not again!"

EchoingDusk · Tranh châm biếm
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9 Chs

Marvel: Miniature Mayhem

Who the hell mistakes nitroglycerine for lime juice? That's what forensic pathologist Olivia Cole wanted to ask the corpse in front her her on Christmas Eve. Unfortunately, she never got the chance. Reborn in a bizarre new reality, Olivia—now Olivia Knight—has to restart her career as a mortician at Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital. Her years of hard work striving to fulfill the dream of becoming a neurosurgeon? Gone! Thanks to a malpractice suit that destroyed her career. Why her? At least she has her loving wife, Helja, and the real estate empire they inherited from Olivia’s grandparents. But life gets even more complicated when Olivia accidentally awakens her mutant power—reality warping. One feverish night later, her entire Warhammer 40k collection springs to life. Tiny Space Marines fortify the backyard shed to the absurd Tech Priests enshrining the toaster as the Omnissiah reincarnated. Olivia now has more than just autopsy reports to deal with—she’s in the middle of a full-scale miniature mayhem. And just when she thought things couldn’t get weirder, she catches her wife unclogging the toilet with a Necro-plunger. |*_*|*_*|*_*|*_*|*_*| This is a work of fanfiction. All characters, settings, and worlds from Marvel, X-Men, DC, and other related franchises are the property of their respective creators and owners. I do not claim ownership of these intellectual properties, and this story is written purely for entertainment purposes. No copyright infringement is intended, and this work is not being monetized. However, if you enjoy this story and would like to support the author, you can do so by subscribing to my Patreon: patreon.com/echoingdusk Your support helps me keep creating new content, but it's entirely optional!

EchoingDusk · Phim ảnh
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3 Chs

Inquisitor's Gambit: The Greybrand Saga (Warhammer 40K)

Inquisitor Seraphia Credelle Greybrand finds herself thrust into the grim darkness of a world that even the most hardcore of the Lore Nuts would avoid, the Warhammer 40,000 universe. Born on a hive world near Terra, with a rather low standing in the society, her life takes an unexpected turn when her latent psyker abilities attract the local authority's wrath and led to her being boarded on one of the 'Black Ships.' Her surprisingly high talent for the art caught the attention of the Inquisition. Graduating from the Schola Progenium and overcoming suspicion of heresy, she becomes an Acolyte under Inquisitor Kuralua Vortus-Sterbe. After her master, Inquisitor Sterbe, somehow got lost in the warp, dumping the mantel of Ordo Xeno Inquisitor on the shoulders of an unsuspecting Greybrand. Will she survive? Or perhaps she would fall to the darkness. Read to find out! =*= Note: This fanfiction focuses on day-to-day life of an Inquisitor aided by the 'System' rather than following a coherent plot. =*= =*= Disclaimer: Warhammer 40,000 and its associated intellectual property are owned by Games Workshop. This work is a piece of fanfiction created by the author, and it is not endorsed by Games Workshop. No copyright infringement is intended. This fanfiction is intended solely for non-commercial purposes. It is a creative work inspired by the Warhammer 40,000 universe, and any references to characters, settings, or events from the original material are used in a transformative manner. Any financial support received from patrons is considered a donation to the author's creative efforts, not a commercial transaction. =*=

EchoingDusk · Diễn sinh trò chơi
4.7
41 Chs

Curses & Bullets: The Malevolent Arsenal

Renko Ivanovna, a Japanese Guerrilla Reserves, finds herself blasted into bits by a 30mm Gunship mounted cannon. Instead of the hell that she believed awaited her, she opened her eyes as an 18-year-old teenager with parental issues somewhere in Japan... also the year was 2015, almost two centuries before her death. Creeped out of her mind, she decided to settle down into her new environment, maybe follow some rehabilitation tips she had heard a shrink gave to one of her buddies... yeah right as if that would happen. In less than a month she was attacked by something called a cursed spirit and somehow ends up awakening her very own 'Curse Technique' named Malevolent Arsenal. Also, her mandatory second-life cheat just decided to drop by. How does she know that? Well, a white-haired woman who went around calling herself the strongest sorcerer told her everything. Wonder how this one went all Kuku? ******************** "Curses & Bullets: The Cursed Arsenal" is a work of fiction created for entertainment purposes. Any resemblance to actual events, persons, living or dead, or entities is purely coincidental. The author acknowledges the inspiration drawn from various sources, including but not limited to Jujutsu Kaisen and other works within the fantasy and supernatural genres. Readers are advised that the story may contain elements such as violence, supernatural themes, and other mature content. Discretion is advised, and the author assumes no responsibility for any discomfort or offense caused by the content. ******************** Discord: https://discord.gg/efdGMSS2

EchoingDusk · Tranh châm biếm
4.3
54 Chs

ANBU: Card System In Naruto

Kaori never signed up to be a ninja, in fact, her business had just started to show signs of success when she was thrown into the world of Naruto. All she wanted was a normal life, a cup of lukewarm tea, and maybe a pet pug... won't say no to a couple of millions. But here she was, somehow inducted into the ANBU's Barrier and Security department – a guaranteed low-key job of being stealthy and keeping tabs on some unimportant lamb. Except the world seemed hellbent on making her life a living hell. Then came the card system – now, she can collect cards that grants jutsus, tools, rare bloodline abilities, and even... people. Talk about a game changer! The gears in Kaori's mind started to turn. Maybe, just maybe, she could carve out her own little force, a small ninja army that could ensure that she survives the world-ending wars each Friday, and maybe even get a decent retirement. Her new mission seemed promising enough – a simple surveillance job. "It's a simple enough job, all you have to do is keep an eye on someone." "Who?" "Oh, no one important... just Kushina Uzumaki." "...Who?" {UPDATE} {Must Read: Before anyone starts reading, please let me remind them that this is a crackpot comedy with 50% nonsensical comedy! So read at your own risk and please do not complain that the MC is not taking things seriously... cause she's not supposed to.} Discord Link just in case anyone wanna join: https://discord.gg/yV4CmEx9 ***{You can support my writing on my patron at: patreon.com/echoingdusk}*** ***{Once Again: 'Support' is not a transaction but support as in supporting the author writing... if that makes any sense at all.}***

EchoingDusk · Tranh châm biếm
4.4
34 Chs

VALOUR (MARVEL MASHUP)

Helen Bacchus, 35 years old, former CBRN Specialist, movie enthusiast, and the list goes on and on forever... but the thing of interest is that she had just been mashed into paste by a fifteen-ton military transport vehicle. Which was quite a surprise since she was sleeping in her bed... at her home... which was on the third floor of a seven-story tall building. She lay there, in her bed, with a military transport truck lying upright on top of her. Crushed and helpless, she awaited her death with but one thought in her head... 'Fuck the army!' Now imagine her surprise when upon opening her bleary eyes, she found herself lying in a World War I-era medical tent with no clue as to what the hell was she doing there. However, upon the sudden appearance of a holographic interface calling itself 'System,' she began to doubt if she had just snorted a crap ton of jolly good white candy powder. First time writing and English is most certainly not my first language, so forgive any mistake that I make. Also, forgive me for any errors in the storyline, and do comment to have them corrected.

EchoingDusk · Phim ảnh
4.9
13 Chs

Fire & Smoke: Vorovich

Roanapur, a city known for its lawlessness and brutality, is a place where the darkest underbelly of the criminal world thrives. It's a chaotic blend of violence, corruption, and vice, where every alleyway hides a rotten secret and every deal is a matter of life and death. Amid this turbulent cesspool, Anastasia Marie Petrovna, or rather Volchitsa, and her ragtag gang somehow washed up on its shores. Having just survived a harrowing escape from their criminal life in France, they arrive in Roanapur to make something of their life. Not knowing anything but violence, they reach this rotten utopia of their kind. *** Disclaimer: Black Lagoon and its characters are the creation of Rei Hiroe. This fanfiction is a non-profit work of fiction created solely for entertainment purposes. I do not own any rights to the original series, and no copyright infringement is intended. Any similarities to real persons, living or dead, or actual events are purely coincidental. The views and opinions expressed in this fanfiction are those of the author and do not necessarily reflect the official policy or position of the original creator, Rei Hiroe, or the publishers. This fanfiction is made possible through the support of patrons on Patreon. By contributing to this project, patrons understand that they are supporting the creation of fan-created content and not an official continuation or extension of the original Black Lagoon series. All contributions go towards the author's creative process and the continuation of the fanfiction project. *** Since this one is a rather side-side project of mine, I will update it maybe once a week. or maybe less if I am having a busy time. If anyone wants to read ahead, they can try my Patreon at: patreon.com/user?u=96555942

EchoingDusk · Tranh châm biếm
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33 Chs