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What if the stars were your only way out? Where stars are nameless, they are the only option to those who open their eyes past the veil of indifference. Some looked up, and reached too far. The realms grow decaying from utter ignorance. Now, its time to bring back the time where the realms were once beautiful, to truly give light on 'Paradise'. The world believes them to be a nobody yet beneath their quiet gaze lies a mystery so vast, it terrifies what's beyond the true veil of stars. What is one to believe when the truth is concealed like a bruise? In a world fractured unforgivingly into realms; each ruled by branches that shape reality. He’s not supposed to exist. But he does. And he’s not the only one watching . . .

our story will fallow Damien the protagonist of this novel a former Romanian mercenary and in this magical world he reincarnated in it is an exiled baron, a misfits,a good-for-nothing and the first vampire or is he that to be seen while reading... I hope you will like it. it's my first attempt at writing and English isn't my native language so they maybe some grammar fault so be lenient whit the critics and every suggestion is welcomed. as for power decision and the race of world and it's univers we will discover them together. thanks for reading. every week will be two chapters update or more if I can.

The ignorant are lost in the world, thus they die meaningless deaths. Purpose is not found, it is given. The lord shall grant you a just purpose.

This isn't going to be your normal synopsis since it's going to start with complaining. The number of good fanatics I've recently read on webnovel has been really low, like single digits low, especially in the DxD fandom so I decided, why the hell not and here we are. This story has genuinely no complicated plot or some shit like that. It's just me trying to write a decent fic for others to read, hence the name of it. The reincarnation of a pissed off fan is literally that, a story of a DxD fanfic fan who is pissed at bad writing and thinks to himself, if I was there instead of this moronic idiot of a protag written by authors who are half-assing it, I'd do better, voila. Drop reviews, comments, all that jazz. Call me an idiot or make a good point and I will agree with you. This isn't a wish fulfillment or OP story either so get ready for some form of progress. That's it, enjoy and hopefully I deliver. P.S: The MC is from Lebanon because I wanted to represent my home country and the Middle East. No this won't impact the story much since politics and other such things will not be mentioned. Just representation. P.S.2: You do not need any Kingdom Heart Knowledge to read this.

The universe is grand and incomprehensible. Civilizations rise and fall every cycle. Death is only a number; mortals are innumerable. Fate is influenced, destiny is manipulated, and inevitability is revised. Only in ascension can one achieve eternity; however, destruction is always in wait. War and death are omnipresent, and the center of all conspiracies rises, too doubtful to place his trust in anyone or thing, besides himself. This is the tale of a creature's return to its origin.

Dream Eaters can materialize some things deep within their own dreams by invading and devouring the dreams of others. The more intense the invasion and devouring of dreams, the richer the feedback they receive. Of the six or seven dreams a person has each day, only the last one is usually completely salvageable. Dreams, connecting desire and fear, are like a Pandora's box from which anything might jump out, existing parallel to reality. Naga, an unemployed man, survives only thanks to his parents' help. His only special ability is that he has a high probability of dreaming about things he wants to dream about while sleeping, making him an exception compared to young men who need to rely on masturbation to satisfy their sexual desires. One day, an increasingly vivid dream changes his life...

He was just another man from the countryside—until life brought him face-to-face with the women who would change everything. From the kind-hearted housewife next door to the newlywed running the village store, from his unforgettable campus goddess to the ambitious young village official, even the mayor’s wife—each encounter sparked a different fire. Every relationship comes with a choice, every touch with its own consequences. As he climbs his way out of the ordinary, his life becomes a dangerous mix of temptation, passion, and forbidden intimacy. A story of love, lust, and the cost of chasing both. For mature audiences only (18+). If you enjoy the chapter, please remember to vote with Power Stones!

House Bolton a well known rival to House Stark had been known throughout history as cruel, brutal and dangerous rulers. But now one young man transmigrated into its heir would see that title changed and his house name lifted from the muds of immorality. He would be the greatest sponsor of change ever seen in this era, whether through: technology, science ,creation, feudal diversity, education, trade and development. This is where the story of a young lord begins. A story of the new ruler of the Dreadfort . The Story of Domeric Bolton. Inspired by Loyd Sama

When 1,000 souls are torn from their worlds and thrown into the Calamity Tower’s 777 merciless floors, they are given only seven chances to survive. Every death reshuffles the labyrinth, twisting hallways, evolving monsters, and sharpening the difficulty until only the desperate remain. Those who rise earn Angel Bonds that bless… or Devil Bonds that corrupt. But Ifrit, a ruthless 19-year-old, receives neither. Instead, the Tower forces onto him a third, forbidden Bond, one older than angels and fouler than devils, a power that whispers ruin and hooks deeper with every use. Its strength is unmatched and Its curse is fatal. Now branded the Tower’s anomaly, Ifrit refuses to climb for glory, freedom, or godhood. He only climbs for blood, as his goal isn’t to reach the top, it’s to obliterate everything tied to the Tower’s existence, Gods. Demons. Angels. Guardians, it didn’t matter.

Bad news: You’ve just been conscripted by the Emperor. Good news: You’re now in charge of recruiting the Cursed High Lords, and your chess pieces can be brought to life. You can even possess and personally command them. Bad news: You only have 500 points, and can summon nothing beyond basic units. Good news: By leveling up, you can earn more points, gain greater authority, and eventually claim your own colony as a newly appointed Planetary Governor. Bad news: A Necron tomb lies right beneath your seat of power. Good news: Even more Cursed High Lords are waiting for your call to arms. So gather your allies, prepare for the unexpected, and plunge into a chaotic yet thrilling Warhammer 40,000 adventure where every move could change the fate of your world. ---------------------------- If you want to support me: patreon.com/TripleCrown07

Leo had a problem. Don't be like Leo! It wasn't that he was poor. It wasn't that he was unlucky. It was that he had been cursed, or blessed by the Accidental Tycoon System. The rules were deceptively simple. Any money he lost on an investment would be returned to him, doubled. His life's new mission was crystal clear. He had to go bankrupt. In a high-tech world of S-Rank Heroes, magic, and newly-contacted alien civilizations, this should have been the easiest thing to achieve in the galaxy. He just had to become the biggest, most spectacular loser the universe had ever seen. So, he tried. Oh, how he tried... He threw billions at publishing a dungeon guide written by a 10-year-old. The maps were in crayon, and it listed the final boss as a Big Grumpy Badger. [Breaking: New S-Rank dungeon called 'The Whispering Labyrinth' appears! All high-tech mapping drones fail. A lost F-Rank porter used the crayon guide... and it's 100% accurate. The final boss is a 50-foot divine badger. The Galactic Union has declared the guide a 'holy text' for exploration!] He bought the galaxy's most useless moon, planning to build a 'Museum of Paint'. [Alert: Ancient magical ley-lines discovered under the moon's surface! It's the only place in the universe that can safely grow the 'Star-Lotus,' the key ingredient for immortality!] To the Intergalactic Hero's Guild, the Magic Academies, and the Alien Federations, Leo was the god of investment whose every move was like 5D chess that ordinary people couldn't understand. Heroes would soar with his sponsorship. Alien emperors offered him their daughters' hands in marriage for a single 'tip'. But Leo just stared at his bank account, which now displayed his wealth that he couldn't use on himself, with tears streaming down his face. "Please," he cried, "I'm trying to fail! Why won't you just let me be poor?!"

Hendrik died without glory, thinking he’d finally get some rest. Instead, he woke up in another body—only to have his second childhood taken from him What could’ve been a better future turned into training designed to break anyone. They suppressed him, rewired him, and shaped him into a weapon. Half the things a human can feel were stripped from him. The other half he lost through pain and missions. The only thing they left him was hatred—and that’s what kept him sane. He knew who he should’ve hated: the State that turned him into a nameless Ghost. But he chose to hate more the people who could’ve saved him and didn’t: his parents. Vengeance needs allies, even rotten ones. His was Arcturus Mengsk, tyrant of the Terran Dominion. Hendrik became his shadow, his knife, the one who made names disappear from the list. Until he learned the Emperor died by the hand of his own son. And he—the “perfect tool”—could do nothing. His last act of loyalty was trying to depose the murderer. He failed. He escaped the hell that was the Dominion’s civil war… only to end up somewhere even worse, dragging with him whatever remained of the people still loyal to him. There’s still one name left on his list— and until it’s crossed out in blood, he won’t stop.

In this continent ruled by thousand-year-old families, bloodline means everything. Glory, power, even the right to survive—are all decided by birth. But I am only a hunter’s descendant. No noble blood. No inheritance. No future. So how do I climb to the highest seat of power and join this deadly feast of thrones? A broken golden finger? A glimpse of the future? Or just sheer, ruthless luck? One thing is certain—this game belongs to those who dare to defy fate.

An ordinary young man lives his life day to day, without going through any unusual experiences. He hasn't achieved anything remarkable. He has a job like any other, has a couple of close friends, but being in a similar situation, they can't go out and enjoy themselves, and he hasn't had a girlfriend. However, his life suddenly changes. He falls ill. He doesn't know if his destiny was to spend the rest of his life in a hospital, or if he would be able to recover from this illness and return to his tortuous life. But karma changes his destiny and reincarnates him in a new world, or rather, an alternate Earth. In this new world, he must start from scratch, and not just rhetorically. He must lead the village hidden in the mountains where he was reborn through a complete transformation if he wants to survive the challenges he will face in the future. Not only must he face small local villages, but he must also grow up between two great empires, only to be able to face a power greater than those lands have ever seen. The Arrival of the Colonizers. . ---- . This is a novel where the protagonist is reborn in one of the pre-Hispanic peoples, in present-day Colombia, a few years before the arrival of the Conquistadors of America. He must grow his people from a much less developed one, compared to the European powers of the time, to a kingdom capable of defending its territory from the many encounters with ships from the Atlantic. The initial development will be quite rapid and will be based on the protagonist as the leader of a new kingdom, bringing basic technologies from the future. The protagonist will have a harem, which is part of the customs of this people. In case you want to look it up, the people are called "Muiscas." I suggest using the Spanish language on Wikipedia and then translating it into your language with the translator available on your device, as the information is much more complete in this language. Also, I would like to clarify, as a curious fact, that it is thanks to this people that the legend of "El Dorado" is known. . ---- . GENRES: ACTION/ROMANCE/KINGDOM-BUILDING/HAREM/R-18/WARS/TECHNOLOGY/ANCIENT TIMES/STRATEGY/RELIGION/REINCARNATION/ADVENTURE/GENIUS/HIGHIQ/CONQUER . ---- . By the way, my native language is not English, in case you haven't noticed, and I rely on several very sophisticated translation tools (Google).

Greene Kleb, a modern man, awakens in Westeros as the young Baron of Whispering Castle. No system. No cheats. No harem. Only a crumbling keep, a forgotten family, and a swamp crest that few remember. The great game has already begun. Kings rise and fall, lords plot in shadows, and the Iron Throne stands as the prize above all. Greene knows only one truth: in this world of ice and fire, mercy is weakness, and loyalty must be forged, not begged. Armed with wit sharper than any sword and a will as cold as winter, he begins his Machiavellian climb. Step by step, the Baron of Whispering Castle will carve his name into the songs of Westeros. And when the last embers settle, only one question remains— Who will sit the Iron Throne of Ice and Fire?

when the only thing that yuri valued was taken away from him in cold blood, he decided to seek vengeance while trying to fulfill a long requested wish for peace, otherwise known as impossible. but would come to discover hoe deep the rabbit hole truly is.

Initially, I adopted a small white-haired bundle of joy. Later, I thought my main concern would be untangling her wing knots, but to my utter surprise... "Kiana Kaslana, I know you've grown up, harnessed Herrscher powers, and even built your own harem. But what did I do for you to treat me with such disrespect? You won't even call me 'Dad'... Fine, forget about that, but what's this marriage application mixed among official documents? It seems three days without discipline makes you forget your place!"

Power decides fate— but what happens when fate makes the worst possible choice? Reincarnated war-nerd Zhan Ge, whose only real-life experience with conflict was driving military supply trucks in Ukraine “for research purposes,” suddenly opens his eyes in 1903… inside the body of Prince Oskar, the awkward, ignored fifth son of Kaiser Wilhelm II. In the German Empire, he’s supposed to be noble. Disciplined. Patriotic. Elegant. Instead, he’s: – socially anxious, – addicted to military history, – speaking German like an Austrian action hero, and – climbing palace trees to hide from responsibility. Branded “the strange prince,” never taken seriously, Oskar becomes the forgotten Hohenzollern— the prince nobody needed. But Zhan Ge knows something no one else in 1903 could even imagine: Germany is racing toward a catastrophe. The world’s first global war. A disaster that will shatter empires, redraw continents, and erase millions. If he does nothing, the German Empire collapses. He loses his title, his home, his future, and—worst of all— his chance at a peaceful life with a wife, money, food, and absolutely zero trenches. To survive, Oskar must change history itself: strengthen Germany without unleashing darker futures stop the world from repeating its greatest tragedies outsmart rival princes, generals, ministers and avoid accidentally starting WWI early with an Arnold Schwarzenegger one-liner. Armed with a century of historical knowledge, modern logic, and a dwarf attendant who constantly questions his sanity, the most unwanted prince of Prussia stands at the dawn of a new century… Determined to reshape the fate of Europe— or die trying (again).

Harry Waterson just got heart broken by the woman he loved more than his life was playing video game and never expected his life to end with a deal from a god. An ant God to be precise Reborn in another world as Antares Antis, the last surviving ant king, he finds himself burdened with a divine command: restore the fallen ant tribe to its former glory. Once a mighty race feared across kingdoms, the ants now stand on the brink of extinction. Guided by the will of the Ant God—and armed with powers beyond human imagination—Antares must now fight to restore his tribe, and challenge empires that see them as nothing more than pests. But glory comes at a cost. To raise the ants from ashes, Antares must decide how much of his humanity he’s willing to surrender—and how far a king should go to ensure his people’s survival.

The soul has perished, leaving behind only emptiness. Yet in its final cry of anguish, it stirs the one who dwells beyond the hollow world: the Omniscient Observer. By the will of this Observer, a nameless spirit is granted a new destiny — to be reborn as a Servant, cast into a crimson Singularity where humanity’s future has been stolen. A mythic-scale crime upon human history itself: the Incineration of the Human Order. The vessel bestowed upon it is none other than the Hero King, Gilgamesh — the Golden Monarch who severed ties with the gods and began the age of mankind. Arrogant and merciless, he judges all from his resplendent throne. And yet within this golden vessel dwells a forgotten soul, stripped even of its name. What upheaval shall this curious hero bring to the journey across human history? The White Beast watches in silence, ever observing its progress. The King’s laughter echoes across the Singularity. Behold the most luxurious restoration of Human Order in history, funded by boundless wealth and lasting for six entire months. “What? Chaldea is a black company powered by nothing but energy drinks? Fools! I shall renovate and rebuild it myself!” Through the Hero King's unending generosity, Chaldea undergoes a glorious transformation. Private rooms, pristine living quarters, an infinite power engine. An ever-turning, immortal paradise — Chaldea, reborn. And ever-present are the true treasures: the readers who continue to witness and support this tale. Over ten thousand strong, they remain unwavering, unmatched, and unshakably true. Here stands a Gilgamesh the world has never seen before. A saga woven by a pure soul and a delighted vessel — the Epic of Gilgamesh begins anew. The King’s journey is far from over. May this tale add a new brilliance to your own. I entrust it to you. ------------------------- If you’d like to support my work, check out my: patreon.com/Greyhounds