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It all started with a dirty little secret. Freshly arrived on the Douluo Continent, I made the "mistake" of overhearing the truth: the famous Grandmaster, Yu Xiaogang, is no genius—he is a plagiarizing fraud. To silence me, he tried to kill me. Big mistake. On the brink of death, my Martial Soul, the Scarecrow, awakened its true demonic form, dragging me back from hell with a second Martial Soul in hand. Now, I am no longer prey; I am the puppeteer of souls. Yu Xiaogang? I will make the world see your hypocrisy as I twist you into the most despised Evil Soul Master in history. Tang San? Your precious disciple will fall with you, transformed into public enemy number one. As the Demon Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, I will rewrite fate. Death is too merciful a gift for you two... prepare for a fate worse than hell. Thank you for the support, friends. If you want to read more chapters in advance, go to my Patreon. Read 20 Chapters In Advance: patreon.com/Bankai10

Still, the last idea Dumbledore come up with took the cake, asking him to continue sitting in the same room with Snape while he was attacked mentally, again and again, baring his deepest secrets to him. Dumbledore must have been an idiot if he thought that he would ever agree to something like that once again, after that monster disguised as a teacher did his best to humiliate him. He acknowledged that giving Voldemort access to his mind wasn't exactly reasonable, but he would die before relying on Snape to fix anything, lest of his brain. He still remembered how Snape ruined Sirius' life just to satisfy his schoolyard grudge despite Dumbledore's orders to contrary at the end of the third year. Who would've guaranteed that he wouldn't do the same to ruin his in an attempt to get even with his father? With that in mind, he entered the library and sneaked his way into the restricted section. "Secrets of the mind," he murmured as he carefully pulled a book after a brief search. "I hope that is the one I'm looking for." Note: Porn with Plot Thank you for reading! If you are enjoying the story, please consider supporting me on Patreon. Patrons get access to advance chapters and help make it possible for me to keep writing. You can find me at: patreon.com/DarkLoreWriter

They were supposed to save the world. No one realized the deadly cocktail of bitterness, anger, resentment, and vengeance that was created when this team came together: the anachronistic war hero, the master assassin, the Winter Soldier, the fallen prince, the neglected schemer, the cast-aside scientist, the experiment gone very wrong, the archer, and the genius billionaire. They were supposed to be the heroes of Earth, its last and best defense. They were not supposed to become its conquerors. Thank you for reading! If you are enjoying the story, please consider supporting me on Patreon. Patrons get access to advance chapters and help make it possible for me to keep writing. You can find me at: patreon.com/DarkLoreWriter

Jaehaerys raised his chin, undaunted. This man couldn't harm him, he reminded himself, that's why he brought Prince Viserys to the capital in the first place. "I am the Crown Prince of the Seven Kingdoms. A dragon. You are nothing more than a fool who befriended one," Jaehaerys replied, having prepared that line in advance. It had the desired effect. The Small Council members turned to look at Connington. The man trembled with rage, balling his fists. Strangely, he reminded Jae of Viserys. "And if I don't?" he asked. "If you don't, Lord Baratheon will take this tale back home. Ser Jaime will wonder out loud every chance he gets why our Lord Regent was so unwilling to protect the Crown Prince though he'd been aware of his mistreatment the entire time. Soon enough, the entire realm will know." Jaehaerys tilted his head. "And I wonder how my family in the North will feel about that." "Not to mention the common people, when they hear an up-jumped minor Lord, my bannerman no less, dared to harm a Prince of the Blood. They remember the only reason you're in power is because you took advantage of the chaos at the end of the Rebellion," Lord Stannis seconded Jaehaerys, the large man and the little boy glaring at the Lord Regent in unison. His face grew so red, it matched his hair. Jaehaerys feared his head might explode. In the end, Lord vary broke the silence when he said, "Perhaps the Prince's suggestion is sound. Prince Viserys should be sent to Dragonstone. Out of sight and out of mind, as they say." Finally, Connington gave a nod. So slight, one could doubt he agreed at all. "But Daenerys stays," Jaehaerys pushed on. "I won't have her at Dragonstone where Viserys can torment her." "Fine!" Connington said, "Now, begone." "You don't order the Crown Prince around, fool!" Stannis protested. "That's quite alright, Lord Baratheon," he said, looking up at him with a small smile. "I was leaving anyway." Thank you for reading! If you are enjoying the story, please consider supporting me on Patreon. Patrons get access to advance chapters and help make it possible for me to keep writing. You can find me at: patreon.com/DarkLoreWriter

So. I messed up. Like... “broke reality, flipped off causality, and forced God to factory reset me with a sigh” kind of messed up. One moment, I was trying to do the right thing. The next? Arceus appears like a glitchy pop-up ad and says: “Alright, screw it. You get a redo. But I’m throwing you back ten years early, into a much harder version of the world, and giving you one spin of the Wheel of Fate. Don’t die. Again.” Cool. Great. Love that for me. Now I’m stuck growing up in Goldenrod City—yeah, with her, not Lyra—and everything’s different. Stronger Gym Leaders. Wild Pokémon that fight like they’ve read competitive Smogon threads. Legendary Pokémon that aren’t just strong—they’re divine. Oh, and the anime, manga, and games? All part of the same world now. And guess who’s stuck in the middle of that multiverse mess with a glowing arm and emotional damage? Yours truly. I don’t know if I should be grateful or terrified about what the Wheel gave me—probably both. I’ve got a partner that bites, a power I don’t understand, and let’s just say I’m not exactly lonely… but don’t ask. You’ll see. Eventually. Anyway, it’s fine. Totally fine. I’m definitely not spiraling. “Wait… oh Arceus no—the Hydreigon’s back.” ----- MC: Ethan Ship: Ethan X Harem This fanfic is inspired by the Fanfic Pokemon: Day Bringer, so a lot things from that Fanfic may come here, but be very different

Powerful, invincible, and immortal! Having transmigrated into Mahito, I am about to embark on the path of an immortal god! Of course, there is a prerequisite—I must first survive. I'll be uploading two chapters everyday for this story. 50 Powerstones = 1 bonus chapter I don't own the image in the cover if you own this and want it taken down I'll do so immediately.

Born into the Hyūga branch family during the Third Shinobi War, he opens his eyes to a blood-soaked shinobi world. What, then, does the world look like through those white eyes?

"Well… I'm fucked." … Imagine this: you escape your most mind-numbing college lecture… Professor Henderson droning on about the Agricultural Revolution of 14th Century Flanders, just to hide in a bathroom stall and pull your guaranteed legendary gacha in your favorite game. You've been saving for months. This is it. This is your moment. ...And you pull the worst fodder character in the entire game. Then, as if the universe hadn't humiliated you enough, you hear gunshots. That's how Klaus died… clutching his phone, staring at a trash-tier pull, bleeding out on grimy bathroom tiles while some psycho unloads a clip outside. Pathetic? Absolutely. But hey, at least it couldn't get worse. Except it did. Because now he's woken up inside [Artemis Online]... the very game that betrayed him moments before his death and not as the overpowered Protagonist with his bullshit angel bloodline and auto-heal cheat code and not even as one of the gorgeous gacha waifus everyone whales for or an extra with a decent backing. No. He's reincarnated as that exact same fodder character he pulled. The tutorial NPC. The guy with Metal Magic… the most common, bottom-tier trash magic in existence. The guy whose entire life savings (one measly gold coin) was already spent registering for the Divine Wizard Academy's Entrance Exams in two months. Oh, and did he mention the Protagonist is basically a nepo-baby demigod? Born with the King's bloodline, raised by an literal angel mother who peaced out to heaven, and adopted by the most prestigious noble clan in the kingdom because some rich lady thought his rags looked cute. The guy trips over plot armor everywhere he goes. Meanwhile, Klaus can't even afford a decent meal. How the hell is a no-name mob character with garbage-tier magic supposed to survive an entrance exam designed to kill 90% of applicants? How is he supposed to avoid getting trampled by protagonists, villains, and every overpowered side character in between? Just as despair sets in, a familiar notification appears: 「Ultimate Gacha System has been initialized」 「Roll the gacha wheel once daily for a chance at legendary rewards!」 「Good luck, player. You'll need it.」

Transmigrated into the world of Coiling Dragon, Locke arrived just as the First Faith War was beginning. With an affinity only for the Water element, he had no choice but to focus primarily on survival. Starting with the most basic spell, Water Mist Technique, he gradually unraveled the profound mysteries of the Law of Illusionary fog, setting himself on a path dominated by illusion magic.