Frasi Delusione

Chen Lun transmigrated to the year before the game's public beta, becoming an NPC in the game world. Thus, a new version was born... Steam punk, Mysterious Objects, Church, Shelter, the pathways of the Sequences of the Seven True Gods... He placed his black top hat on his head, standing atop the ruins. Behind him stood the villain bosses from former game versions, the silent Nun Floey, Bloody Painter Noah, Swordsman Antonio, the delusional clown Alec... Chen Lun said, "Players grind monsters, I grind players, it makes perfect sense..." ... Also known as "How to Rationally Use Players as a Sustainable Resource," "These Bosses Are Really Strong But They Are All My Underlings," "No Way! So I Can Be A Deity, Too?!"

One day, the world ended. Overflowing energy filled the void and every being was reborn again. This was the Astral Flux tribulation and the world was never the same again. The Astral Flux, a nourishing energy that filled everything with life didn't just resuscitate the humans but also evolved everything that was living, filling them with power and transcending them to something not comprehensible by humans. The silver lining, humans also evolved and were able to take back a lot of what they previously had. With the annals of time though, the human civilization soon began to wither, crumpled by the greed and uncertainty of the humans coupled with the fact that anyone could become strong just one day waking up, the society crumble under the rule of the dog eat dog world. And now, 700 after that, in a small corner of the world, another catastrophe has awakened, not as a disaster but as human with a fate to destroy all life. Ren Aris, a delusional low time scavenger in the Haven Dwell barely surviving the world as he was thrown into a series of events that makes him realise that power was an absolute necessary in the world to survive... or destroy. Follow him in his journey as he tries to fulfill his desire to save the world and make it a better place. "That was cringe." ..... Upload rate - Three chapters a week. If you want to read further, there's a Kofi link and it has the first volume there. Happy reading.

Nerina is no ordinary mermaid. Born of deep-sea magic. According to ancient lore, if she sheds her final pearl for someone who truly loves her in return, she will become human. But time is running out, and the ocean grows restless. Drawn to a secluded island by visions of her fated love, Nerina washes ashore in the middle of a storm and straight into the life of Theo Virell. Ruthless, ambitious, and emotionally locked away, Theo is a young billionaire businessman seeking to turn the island into his next luxury resort. He doesn't believe in love. He doesn’t believe in magic. And he certainly doesn’t believe in mermaids. At first, he sees Nerina as nothing more than a delusional castaway. But the more time they spend together, the more cracks form in his carefully guarded world. Nerina’s sincerity, her wonder, and the haunting sorrow behind her eyes begin to stir something long buried inside him. As love tentatively blooms between them, the sea fights back. Nerina's presence awakens ancient forces, long-forgotten rivalries, and a prophecy that warns of tragedy if the bond between land and sea is broken. Theo must choose: protect his empire and everything he’s built or risk it all for a love that defies reason and nature alike. But love, like the tide, cannot be controlled.

Come here folks, let me tell you a wondrous story about a bizarre world. A world with two moons and three suns. A world where death is never the end and birth is just the beginning of misery. A world filled with stories of love, war, and betrayal. A world where the gods are bored of the mundane as much as you. And then there is I, the maestro of this bizarre world that exists solely to entertain you. So follow me and enjoy the misery as much as I do. ***** A mentally ill man who only finds the meaning of life in twisted entertainment stumbles upon the supernatural world. A world full of chaos, and entities that can cause one to go mad. But what if you are mad to begin with. Let’s watch our Jester as he crafts entire plays to entertain an audience that only exists in his head. #delusional-protag #evil-protag #mischivious-protag #tragedy #multiple-povs #curses #horror #lovecraftian #hidden-world #narrator #magic #infinity-novel

Lu Qingyan was once the perfect daughter—an obedient, soft-spoken high school girl known for her academic excellence and fragile health. But the one person she loved the most was her older brother—hentle, dazzling, and far too burdened for his age, he was her everything.. No one noticed his silent suffering… until it was too late. The day he took his own life, she shattered. Months later, while saving a child from an oncoming car, Lu Qingyan dies and awakens inside a familiar story: the school novel "A Thorn in the Crown", one she read during her lowest days. But she’s no longer just a reader. She’s now Lu Qingyan, the infamous younger sister of Lu Mingxuan—the novel’s violent and cold-hearted villain feared across campus. A notorious delinquent, and ironically, the sworn enemy of her favorite character: Wang Jingyuan, the story’s tragic antagonist turned misunderstood villain. In the novel, Lu Qingyan is little more than cannon fodder—a delusional girl who idolizes her brother, gets caught in the crossfire between Lu Mingxuan and Wang Jingyuan, and ends up being dead. Determined to change the plot, she initially plans to curry favor with Wang Jingyuan—to save him from his doomed fate. But everything shifts the moment she lays eyes on Lu Mingxuan. He has her brother’s face. The same weary eyes. The same lonely back. The same silent cry for help no one else hears. And in that moment, Lu Qingyan’s plan shatters. This isn’t just a story anymore. So Lu Qingyan vowed to protect him this time, even if it means dragging her brother out of gang fights, squaring off against entitled rich kids, or defying the other villain himself—Wang Jingyuan, the school’s cold and brilliant golden boy... and Lu Mingxuan's sworn rival. In the original novel, Wang Jingyuan was one of the big villains—the cunning and miserable friend of the male lead. Now, he’s front and center... and watching her a little too closely. ... Lu Mingxuan always disliked his bootlicking sister, but one day he discovered that she had stopped following him around. Later, he unexpectedly found his sworn enemy, Wang Jingyuan, trapping his sister against the wall and between his arms. With an ambiguous and languid expression, he coaxed in a soft tone, "Just give up on that useless brother of yours. What Lu Mingxuan can give you, I can too." Lu Qingyan: ??? Wang Jingyuan, you dog!! That’s my sister!! Stop daydreaming!!

"Where did it all go wrong?" "I was supposed to be a king. But now… I'm stuck wandering for the last three hundred years." Neva sighed softly. "Oh, I know. I really should have listened to Uncle Nitin. Breaking the law never ends well." Neva recalled and felt deep regret. One foolish mistake when he was young and ambitious led him down a path where he no longer knew what was real or fake. Was he really a Domain Lord who had countless nations under his rule? Or was he driven mad by the fog? If he was so delusional, why are all his ends losing to his hallucinations? Neva sighed and turned his head. "Get away from me! Neva, America is bullying me. She lost the war fair and square!" The United Kingdom said, clutching her crown. "That's fake news!" America retorted as she filled her Desert Eagle with a fresh magazine. I never lost." Neva's face twitched as he clutched his head. "I have to be hallucinating. I have to be."

WARNING! DARK FANTASY | PSYCHOLOGICAL HORROR | COSMIC HORROR Madness is a whisper at first. Soft. Harmless. Almost comforting. But the longer you listen, the louder it becomes—until it’s screaming, and there’s no turning it off. They locked me in this asylum to "cure" me. To make me forget the blood no one else saw. The mirrors that whispered. The boy with bleeding eyes who wasn’t there. But this place is the real sickness. The hallways shift when I blink. The clocks tick backward. And the other patients? They’re not human anymore. They’re echoes—of people who never existed. Worst of all, there’s a feather buried in my chest. It’s not mine. It’s His. And when the asylum walls peel open at night, I hear Him scratching at the glass, hungry for what I stole. The doctors say I’m delusional. But I know the truth: I didn’t forget my past. Something erased it.

Marcus just used to be a regular old university student but after dying an unfortunate death he now finds himself at the whims of a delusional god. As punishment for his sins (Leaving a 3-star review on a god's novel), Marcus is transported into that novel as Lucius, a crazy rebel leader that wants to destroy society and rebuild it as he sees fit. If that was the end of things then it wouldn't be so bad, but apart from all that Lucius is tasked with the job of capturing the hearts f all the heroines or he will suffer painful and gruesome death! With his back against the wall and life on the line, Lucius must get to work. [Ding! Heroine capture system online!] [Steal a kiss from the heroine’s lips- 500LP] [Ask the heroine if you can cop a feel- 700 LP] [ Spend a hot and steamy night with the heroine- 5000LP] It's not that he wanted to do it, it's just that his life was at stake! He really did not want to NTR the protagonist! -------------- Gift Rewards -------------- Luxury Car = 1 Bonus Chapters Dragon = 5 Bonus Chapters Magic Castle = 10 Bonus Chapters Maximum of 20 bonus chapters Join my discord! https://discord.gg/mgWTtxHEjA

Dear Diary, What is going on!? Am I seeing things- are my eyes going bad!? I keep on seeing these gray hazy shapes beside people! And no, they're definitely not shadows! They shape is completely different from what it's next to- well, most of the time. I'll just ignore it and maybe it'll go away. -Week later- Dear Diary and my sanity if it's listening, Things are going from delusional to outright cuckoo crazy! I swear I saw a face in the gray globs I've been seeing, but it wasn't scary or anything, it was like catching the face of an angel. And it wasn't like he had perfect features or anything, but his eyes. The care and heartfelt love in them was so... unbelievable? I guess? I can't explain it... I can neither explain what I saw today, but it wasn't the sort of spooky but endearing sort of thing I saw yesterday, but a bewildering (?, yeah, I would put it that way) scene of a witch riding on a broom through out traffic on the highway. Every once in a while, she would disappear into one of the cars and then jump into another one. Strangely enough, after she came out, most of the people driving would either start becoming careless or be shooting off their horn at another car. I am seriously considering going to see a psychiatrist, but I don't want to explain why to my dad, so I'll just ignore it for now. Surely, it'll go away!? -Week later- Dear Diary!!! It hasn't gone away!!!! It's getting worse!! I keep on seeing roads disappearing and being replaced with wide open fields as if no man has touched it before! Not only that, sometimes I see part of a building missing as if a line was drawn straight down in a clean cut and a forest begins as if it was natural! I've been keeping my distance from these strange things I've seen, but now I wonder if I should investigate? I picked a flower from one of my 'hallucinations' and it was real! Maybe, the rest is real too? Could it be possible? But if it is, why did it have to be me? I'm just a normal girl in high school trying to graduate so I can go to college with a dance scholarship. Maybe go on a few dates or see if Sean would help me find a guy from the soccer team? They are so hot! Isn't that hard enough for a girl? -Couple of days later- Dear Diary!!!!!! I have HUGE NEWS! I'm not crazy after all, I actually found someone who gave me some answers! His name... did I ask him? I'm sure I did, but I don't remember! Darn my horrible memory that acts like a willful child choosing what it wants and doesn't! Anyway, I atleast remember the most important thing- I'm not crazy! So it turns out, I came across our forgotten world. Or should I say kingdom. Anyway, he tried to explain that the world is like a coin with 2 faces on it- same world but two parts that can't face each other. Although, we did at one point, but that was before the rebellion and this really evil guy took a third of the kingdom to go up against the king. He didn't win though and retreated. .... but then, what was it? He put out a bet to the king? or something? Ah, faulty memory, I'll have to ask again. But in the long run- he and his minions are fighting the King and his loyal people for our world.... or something. I don't think it has anything to do with me, I'll just enjoy the new scenery I get to see now. -Couple of Months Later- "EXCUSE ME!? You want me to do WHAT NOW!? I must've heard you wrong!"

“How dare you make me love you, only to cast me aside as nothing more than a friend?!? I will never accept that—I will never let you return to him! Even if I have to burn myself to ashes, even if I must shatter my purity, my dignity, my very soul—I will never let you escape me!” This was the first novel that introduced me to the matriarchal genre. I’ve read it three times already! At first, the male lead despised the female lead. Later, he misunderstood that she liked him, so he condescendingly and reluctantly reciprocated her feelings. Then, he suddenly discovered that she was kind to everyone in the same way, and there was already someone she cherished in her heart, and that person was not him. The male lead couldn’t believe it, he became angry and crazy. He was determined to capture her body and heart by any means necessary. Synopsis: Want to see how a green tea bitch male lead falls in love with the female lead? Want to see how he flirtatiously pursues the female lead? Want to see how he gets slapped in the face repeatedly? The male lead is a green tea bitch, a poisonous lotus, jealous, ruthless, unscrupulous, with a venomous heart, and he’s also a delusional maniac. The female lead is righteous, positive energy-filled, kind, a holy mother. Let’s see how two people with extreme personalities come together~

You can have a chat with me on discord. https://discord.gg/fTZRHuY4mX Mark Eisner is the greatest example of a failure. Unable to get his dream job, he resorts to writing a story, a story close to his heart, a story in which he expressed himself to the fullest. It was the delusional universe he created for himself. Unable to grasp the attention of readers, his book was deemed a failure as well. Heartbroken after suffering his crushing fate, Mark commits suicide, uttering his last words; proclaiming the end of his story. But was this the end of his story? Hell Nah! He is far from being dead. He finds himself, astonishingly, still possessing his consciousness, even though his existence is formless. What he then sees is unbelievable. The hero he created, the hero "he only" loved, the hero that reflected himself... His own protagonist. Reincarnated as the system of the hero of his own novel, Mark undergoes an epic journey with his unanticipated creation, helping him throughout, knowing all about his predicaments. There are a few rules to him - 1. RELAY ONLY REQUIRED MESSAGE TO THE PLAYER 2. DROP DESIGNATED REWARDS 3. EXPEL THE PLAYER IF PLAUSIBILITY REACHES LIMITS But.... Is that all? Does he really thinks events will take place just as he layed them? . . . Is he really that Omniscient ? Is he the only one.... . . .

A fierce but delusional teen seeking her prince charming, An enigmatic Vampire with a sorry past. But this season has other plans...

******** (WARNING: This novel’s MC is Laurence’s disciple, since both of them love to cuss at everyone’s faces…. Just kidding! xD xD. Just like my other work that has a warning at the top… So, please read at your own risk! ^_^) (Note: This novel will undergo revisions from the start. Only chapter titles are available to read and to unlock. Editing chapters are under revision. Thank you! ^_^) ********* Not all villains are evil. Sometimes, their experiences and how others treated them shaped them into what they are today. ********* “How amusing! Do you really think that being labeled as a [tyrant], a [bully], and a [villain] would be that outstanding?! Why don’t you come here right now and let me punch you in the face so that you can wake up from your f*cking delusional sh*t!” ********* In his first life, for some unknown reason, he was betrayed, framed, and stripped of his status as a noble and labeled him as a “traitor” or in the worst case, a “villain”. Now, as he faced execution and prepared to die when suddenly an unknown entity called [system] offered him a chance to be a dimensional traveler, a being who transverse through the stars and space to countless worldlines in order to complete various tasks that was assigned to them. The system also promised him to grant his greatest desire should he ever consent to be bound by the [system]. With no other choice, he accepted the entity’s offer and after millennium years’ worth of transmigration, for some unknown reason, the system prompted him to be reincarnated back to his first life that he had forsaken…. As the “villainous” Third Young Master of Marquis Chevalier Household from Stellarus Empire. ********* Photo not mine. Credits to the owner.

The Ultimate Heartbreaker Reincarnates, Only to Find Himself a Pathetic Pushover? In his past life, he had gone out of his way to win their affection, humbling himself to the point of self - annihilation. But how did they repay him? His first love abandoned him for a wealthy heir, mocking him as delusional and naive. His childhood friend despised his devotion, pretending not to recognize him when they crossed paths. And the queen bee of the school? She sneered at him, refusing to even glance in his direction. But now, the man has been reborn—cold, detached, and effortlessly commanding both power and allure. Women fall under his spell without hesitation. Until one day— His first love appeared before him in a slinky strapless dress, her eyes shimmering with tears, her voice trembling: "Please… give me another chance, Master. I’ll do anything you ask…" His childhood friend was pinned against the door, her breath uneven, her gaze filled with desperate longing: “Master, even if it’s just as your secret lover—I’d be willing…” The once - arrogant queen bee shed her coat, leaning close to whisper in his ear, her breath warm and shaky: “Master… please, let me make it up to you…” He let out a low chuckle, his long fingers trailing over their heated cheeks, his eyes glinting with mockery and disdain. “You want me now?” he murmured, his tone icy. “Too bad. You’re too late.”

I promised myself I wouldn't love again. I built walls, not out of anger, but out of exhaustion. That's when he came—not with grand gestures or loud words,but quietly, like a ray of hope touching the ruins of my falling life. It all began with one random reel on my feed. A few seconds, a familiar feeling, and somehow, everything started to shift. The masculine face, the innocent eyes, that ethereal smile—and the way his body moved with the rhythm when he danced in his song—it was euphoric. Almost unreal. That was the day I truly understood what fan love was. Loving someone the whole world knows, someone who brings comfort, excitement, and inspiration—but who doesn't know you exist. It's a sweet kind of ache, loving in silence, from behind a screen, yet feeling every emotion as if they were meant only for you. It was a sweet pain—gentle at times, but sometimes unbearable.Yet, your eyes would still crave just one glimpse of him, just one moment to smile with him, even if from afar. But… My delusional love met its cruel turn on the day the news broke—his so-called suicide, with no real evidence. It felt like the ground slipped beneath me. As if a part of my own light had gone out. The world mourned a celebrity—but I mourned my person,someone I never met, yet somehow, had trusted with pieces of my heart.

#Wrestling #Sports #Business #Showbiz #Booking "When the lights turn off, the ring becomes empty, and the fans walk away, I want to see their anger, hate, tears, joy, frustration, and vindication. In short, I want them to remember those 90 minutes they paid for." Rob Williams has one goal in his life. To bring pro wrestling to the heights he had experienced in his previous life. Unfortunately, it is not that easy to do. In a world where pro wrestling is considered to be a niche sport, that barely receives any recognition, Rob Williams has his job cut out for him. But, his passion and bold ideas alone won't help him much when he has to battle on all fronts. Some called him a madman. Some see him as a delusional fool dreaming of something impossible. But, there were others who called him a genius, even a visionary. But, Rob was just a man who worked towards a single dream. A stadium full of fans, cheering and booing as he envisioned!!!

its henti tentical story man that oonly perverted legends only for the "adults" this is one of my fantasy there are really gory fed up shit in here mc is heavily influence by monster instincts he gets to see some of his wifue he is overpowered in a way here is the small part **Holy moly, is this real? Am I in a fantasy world?** I glanced down at my new form—a writhing mass of dark, glistening tentacles. They sprouted from a central core, each one adorned with small, bioluminescent spots that pulsed with a faint blue light. My body felt powerful yet alien, with a tough, leathery texture and an almost liquid flexibility. I could sense the ability to mutate and change coursing through me. I was god… well, technically, this body was. But who cares? I was moping over my mundane, unsuccessful life, making my eighth fountain, feeling sleepy and dizzy from lack of nutrition. Everybody bullied me, but now I get a second chance. Is this a wonderful dream? Am I in a coma? Am I dead? Does this make me a reincarnator, a transmigrator, or just a delusional dreamer? Whatever it is, I won’t waste a single second trying to comprehend this. I’ll enjoy fulfilling all my fantasies, even if I am or look like a villain. Those bastards who judged me were all well-off in life and wanted to control me.** I’m sure there will be some here too. Yeah, in history, there have been worse people who committed genocides. I’m just seeking pleasure. Why do I feel like a sick bastard, similar to those psycho criminals? No, this is a wonderful dream. I’ll enjoy it, I won’t even make friends if it’s a short span. Even if I’m in a coma, I might die early because of my bitchy stepmom. Okay, back to whatever this is. I took in my surroundings. The place looked like a cross between a temple and a dungeon. Ancient stone walls covered in intricate carvings surrounded me. Magic circles glowed faintly on the floor, and an altar stood in the center, covered in runes and mystical symbols. Slave cages lined the walls, their iron bars rusting but still sturdy. The downside is that a guy before me, a legend, tried to seduce well f* up a saint possessed by a goddess and paid dearly for it. That god cursed this body. He kind of sacrificed himself to the system because he was doing whatever he wanted. So, I can’t fool around because this body is dying and will be reported by a saint. The former host tried to make another body fail-safe, but his soul was dying because of the curse. This body can’t live long, will be hunted, and I can’t control it. Is that it, system? ['Yes.'] [There is a recording by the former host. Would you like to hear it?] --- warning this is a porno not for faint heart there is really disturbing and cruel things in here all characters in here are imagination this is no fanfic or has any link to other stories and all character are above 18 even if they say they are not in any way because they are mature enough to be in the legal age such as vampire elves could look like 16 year old but they are 1000 etc the cover art is not mine if want to remove it contact me

At 18, Emmy Ronita admits it—she was delusional. She believed her life would unfold like a perfect fairytale, complete with a happy ending and the boy-next-door as her prince. And for a moment, it felt real… until he crushed her heart into pieces no fantasy could fix. Emmy swore off love after that—no more daydreams, no more boys, no more getting hurt. But when a new guy shows up, with everything she ever imagined and more, Emmy is faced with a choice: protect her heart or risk rewriting her story. Because what if this time, the fairytale’s real?

'Oh God pretty please! This looks too good to be true.' Mia thought as she pushed her lips forward with her eyes closed to be kissed. Rey's breath got labored, he had to fight against getting a hard-on just looking at her this way. 'What is she doing to me?' He saw the way her eyes closed in earnest, trying to get a kiss from him. He almost gave in but held himself back at the last minute, what was wrong with him!? This is against the contract; she said it herself, 'no strings attached.' This, this whole thing was breaching the contract. "What do you think you are doing?" Rey chuckled loudly making Mia's eyes open abruptly. "What." She looked at his mocking gaze and felt the air being squeezed out of her lungs. "Do you have what it takes to kiss me?" The question rang over and again in her head, and her eyes blurred with tears. Looking down to avoid him seeing her hurt which he already noticed by the way, she shook her head in response. "You must be delusional." Rey avoided looking at Mia after seeing the initial hurt in her eyes. He knew his words were hurtful, but he had to say them to cut any unnecessary bond between them; this was purely a business transaction and nothing else. 'Delusional' repeated itself in Mia's head and whatever romantic thought she had about him died instantly. "What was it you wanted to do? Kiss me even when I pay you. ****** Mia who had sat down on the pile of her clothes with her now dried body, looked about distraught. "I shouldn't have allowed him anywhere close to me." Her eyes were reddened, and her lips pouted as she was about to cry. In such an intense moment, she forgot there were to be no strings attached, and everything was to be transactional. Holding onto the pain and embarrassment of the night, she vowed never to allow herself to fall too cheap for his deliberate deception. ******* "Reynaldo Davies, the first and only son of The Davies, finds himself in a constricted situation of choosing a wife, a command made clear by his Father, Mr Davies, on turning sixty, otherwise, young Davies would forfeit his inheritance to his younger sister. He makes a business proposal with Mia, his cook, who has no expectation of any kind, coming from the fling Reynaldo. In desperation, she agrees but only on the condition that certain lines are drawn and rules are kept. All is fair and clear until Celine, Reynaldo's high school friend, comes into the picture. His mother had arranged an engagement for them against Reynaldo's persistence in dating his cook, "acting as his girlfriend". Would this act bloom into something beautiful? What would be the fate of Mia? Would Celine succeed in her quest for love? Will he gain his inheritance?

This story was never meant to be remembered. But some names can’t be erased. Some bonds were written before time. I was born into a family of wealth, privilege and power. A family that claimed to love me. Claimed to protect me. But the moment I spoke of the dreams,those strange, vivid dreams of a world bathed in golden light, where the sky stretched endlessly and the people whispered things I couldn’t understand, they called me Sick. Delusional. They said it was for my own good when they locked me away. When they silenced me. When they made me forget who I was. But I remember. Even as time slips through my fingers like sand, even as my memories fray and dissolve, I remember that place. A world that doesn’t exist here. A sky that feels too familiar. A warmth I’ve never known in this life. And a presence,soft and distant,always just out of reach. A name I almost recall. A promise I never meant to break. And when everything else fades,my past, my name, even the shape of my own reflection, what stays with me isn’t anger. It’s knowledge. They were wrong. About me. About what they feared. About what I saw. And I don’t need vengeance. I don’t need their apologies. I need answers. And maybe, if I keep going, I’ll find that place again. Maybe I’ll find her again. And maybe this time, she will remember me too.

In a world of deepening mysteries—of ancient monsters wrought from minced flesh, unspeakable horrors, and the impending chaos of devout mysticism—this is the story of a young, delusional recluse who dies abruptly from a stab wound, only to awaken in the body of a teenage prisoner-slave named Atlas. The tale follows Atlas as he navigates a realm of unfathomable horror, where the terrors are as indiscernible to him as they are to the ordinary inhabitants of this dark world. "In these worlds of fantasy, there exist horrors known solely to the architects who forged them."

Eren starlight an oridenry highschooler like any of us a dumb verigin with no hope of getting a girl a mid family a mid life a mid grades nothy spacial expect hexis delusional he daily prayed to God to get isakaied into a novel it another world. one day god decided to answer his prayer and isakaied him then Eren starlight get isakaied not as mc not as villain or final boss or an extra but as support character. exactly the mc best friend usually it will be good but expect on the novel he got isakaied too it was that this character suffered a lot and by a lot I mean a lot and Eren had no golden finger only a curse called return. when hecdues he returns by time 24 h but to use he have to die. ! follow Eren in his journey as suffer learn and work hard and due a lot. change and miss his family and home and world and feel out of place and realize that this isn't fiction he wished god to be in this is real world that he trapped himself in willingly expect in this world magic is real and demons and other races war and gates. which means hell he put himself on hell he prayed to God to but him in hell

In the kingdom of Velvaria, dragons are either feared as destructive monsters or worshiped as divine beings. But 17-year-old Kip Flint, a failed squire with a talent for getting into trouble, doesn't care about any of that. He just wants to survive long enough to escape his miserable village, avoid his overbearing grandmother (who may or may not be a retired witch), and find a purpose in life. But everything changes when Kip accidentally bonds with a baby dragon—not just any dragon, but Ignavarax the Catastrophic, the last of the ancient, chaos-wielding Stormflame breed. Ignavarax is small, sassy, allergic to magic scrolls, and has a nasty habit of exploding when sneezing. Now hunted by knights, cultists, rival dragon-riders, and a very grumpy librarian who wants her books back, Kip and his new fire-breathing, nap-loving companion must journey across the kingdom to find the legendary "Sanctuary of Scale"—a mythical place where dragons and humans once lived in peace. Along the way, they’ll encounter: Tamsin, a sarcastic thief with a talking sword and a price on her head. Sir Pompwell the Brave, a delusional knight convinced Kip is a chosen hero. The Feathered Council, a group of griffons who refuse to take anything seriously. And a necromancer who just wants to open a bakery (but accidentally raised the undead instead). With chaos around every corner, Kip must rise to the challenge, learn what it really means to be a dragon-rider, and try not to get barbecued in the process. Because Ignavarax is growing fast… and so is the danger that follows them.

Once, there was a world where a misplaced princess had changed the world she lived in, to be a better one. She was smart, kind, generous and charismatic to her people, that despite the challenges she faced through the years and the loved ones that had sacrificed themselves for her and her goals, she had still prevailed, saved her kingdom and changed her world to be a better place. This is not her story. Because she was dead, even before she was found out to be the missing princess, even before she could embrace her destiny as the savior of her land. Along with seven other people who will have great contributions for the kingdom and their world. But due to a series of accidents, eight other starve and weary souls from a different world, where technology exists and where the culture is different, have been taken from their world to replace the eight vacant bodies. Eight souls, weary of their world. A mistress’ daughter reborn to be the Rightful Princess destined to change the world. A raped victim reborn to be the Fake Princess whose destiny is to die from the Rightful Princess. A serial killer reborn to be a Priest of Healing. A delusionize cultist who mass murdered people thinking he will be a god afterwards, reborn as someone important. But he wants nothing of it, as he believes he is now a God. And four other wounded souls who were given the second chance to change their lives. But, it was also not their story. It is about the ninth transmigrator. A person who never wanted to be reincarnated, but was accidentally transmigrated into a new world. Her life may be hard and cruel but she loves Earth. She loves the movies, the books, the culture and a lot of things in that world. But transmigrating into a homeless person whose only seconds from dying of starvation? A world where there’s no movies, no gadgets and no internet? A world where they have lamps for light at night and where women were only allowed to be a wife or a prostitute? Who would want to transmigrate when the powers she possessed on Earth were unusable to her in her new body? She had no grandiose thoughts of changing the world, the government and interfering with future events she had once read in a book. She just have to lie low till the Princess made the world a better place But if she was an error, the other eight were more of an error than her. Each of the other eight think they could change the future events as they wanted, as they have read it in a book before. But when she first landed in that world, she knew already that that world was ending and it had nothing to do with the book. It was not even mentioned in the book. The world was ending. Great. What could go worse than this? There is. The world was indeed destined to end in some way but the other transmigrators were doing things that could make the world end early and in different ways. She just wanted to live peacefully. But a greater conspiracy and legend awaits her and if she couldn’t help it, god forbid, she wants nothing of it.

Liss took her mother place as she was pulled into a world that she thought was a daydream of her mentally ill mother. Her mother wasn't delusional, she was telling the truth. Now she is alone in a new world where nothing makes sense and the only thing she can do is adapt. TW{Dead dove}

Hirato Yamashita, an introverted otaku who spent his days watching his favorite shows, singing ani-songs, and escaping into the worlds of 2D heroes Made fun of by his classmates and peers, branding him a delusional obsessed wierdo for his burning passion towards the things he loves, with the only one standing by him, Ayaka Hoshino, his childhood friend who saw past his quirks He had the lifestyle of a loner heading straight for regret later in his life But everything changed on his early days of high school One afternoon on the school's rooftop, Hirato stumbled upon an icon who would forever changed his life For the first time, he felt an aspiration so intense that he could not contain Armed with nothing but his fiery otaku passion, Hirato decided to embark on a new journey

After spending hours on the dark web, Ryan stumbles upon a group chat where the members discuss magic and demons. At first, he dismisses them as delusional teenagers escaping from reality. However, as he begins experimenting with their so-called "magical practices," he experiences the impossible—magic is real. As Ryan delves deeper, he uncovers the true nature of the magical world and the dangers lurking within it. He grows to understand those drawn into magical phenomena and the suffering they endure. But he also discovers the existence of corrupt mages who exploit and prey on others. Determined to put an end to their cruelty, Ryan resolves to hunt them down—along with the very people who first introduced him to magic.

In a world where science and the supernatural collide, humanity’s latent power—FLARE—is both a gift and a curse. For Ryo, a cynical, debt-riddled mercenary, his FLARE Express Train is less a blessing and more a high-speed ticket to disaster. With a punch that derails trains and a habit of racking up apocalyptic property damage, he’s branded a Risk Level C menace by the corporate overlords at AetherCorp. But when a botched mission leaves him drowning in repair fees, Ryo’s forced to partner with Amane, a delusional “magical girl” whose glitter-soaked FLARE is as powerful as it is embarrassing. Amane, officially Risk Level B, believes their partnership is destiny—a union of justice and chaos. Ryo believes it’s a tax-deductible nightmare. Together, they’re thrust into the grimy underbelly of a society where FLARE energy is harvested, regulated, and weaponized. Aberrants—monstrous entities born from human despair—stalk the streets, while AetherCorp’s bureaucracy and NeuroSync’s shadowy agents tighten their grip on those who wield power.

A 15-year-old with no name aspires to be a super awesome operator who dominates the world. After an intentional accident, he reincarnates into a new world as Kaisen Emrys. In a world full of magic, he can finally achieve the dream he strived for.