Memes Deadpool

Pada usia sebelas tahun, jiwa pemuda Ye Xuan melakukan perjalanan waktu ke Era Mitos yang jauh, menjadi monster Abadi yang keluar dari Tanah Pemakaman Kaisar, mempengaruhi satu era demi era berikutnya. Namun di belakang Ye Xuan, ada kekuatan tak terlihat yang memanipulasi segalanya. Berjuang untuk mengendalikan nasibnya, Ye Xuan mengerahkan segala cara, tetapi saat ia hampir mencapai keberhasilan, ia dikhianati oleh murid dan istrinya, menyebabkan jiwanya tertidur selama sembilan puluh ribu tahun. Ketika Ye Xuan terbangun, ia menemukan dirinya kembali dalam tubuhnya sendiri dan telah menjadi menantu dari Sekte Kaisar Abadi, diperlakukan oleh orang lain sebagai orang bodoh. Ceritanya dimulai dari sini. Jiwa Kaisar Abadi, kembali dalam semalam. Sejak saat itu, seorang kaisar bangkit sebagai menantu, menandai mitos tak terkalahkan yang mendominasi sepanjang masa! Versi sederhana: Menantu bodoh, jiwa kembali, bangkit dalam satu pagi, tak terkalahkan sepanjang masa. Versi pamer: "Aku tak terkalahkan; lakukan sesukamu." — Ye Xuan. Versi meme: Tahun itu, dengan tangan di saku, aku tak punya lawan.

One minute, he was scrolling memes. The next? Crushed by a piano and yeeted into the afterlife. Enter System 707: snarky, glitchy, and very much not interested in customer service. Now stuck in the Multi-Existence Synchronization Protocol - aka: “die, jump worlds, survive if you can” - our unlucky (...or lucky?) protagonist is reincarnating across increasingly unhinged realities. Skills transfer, memories stick, and dying? Unfortunately still on the menu. He never signed up for romance, but fate (and System 707's terrible sense of humor) keeps throwing him into tangled soul-deep connections with the same man - or versions of him, over and over again. One world at a time, one sarcastic reboot later, he’s realizing the rules of existence aren’t just broken - they’re personalized chaos. Fall in love. Try not to die. And whatever you do, don’t piss off the system. Because dying once is unfortunate. Dying again? That’s just Tuesday.

> What if you could farm stats, build muscle, earn money—and never lift a finger? Kim Do-hyun is a broke, chubby college gamer who awakens a skill so lame it’s practically a meme: Cloning (Lv. 1). But this "trash skill" turns out to be the biggest cheat in the awakened world—because when his clone trains, grinds, and suffers… Do-hyun gets stronger without doing anything. One body lives in bed. The other body becomes a legend. In a world ruled by stats, mana, and dungeons… Do-hyun is about to break the system from the shadows. --- Synopsis > In a world where 80% of humanity has awakened supernatural talents, life is a brutal competition. College loser Kim Do-hyun is barely surviving on game bots, instant noodles, and debt. That is, until a government-mandated awakening throws him into the spotlight… only to declare his power total trash. Cloning? Level one? Cooldown? One body? What a joke. But this clone is real. It sweats. It works. It eats. And when it trains… Do-hyun's stats increase. Now, while the clone grinds 24/7—running, working, even getting beat up—Do-hyun chills in bed, reaping the rewards. His strength rises. His body transforms. His life begins to change. But power attracts attention. And when an S-Rank hunter known only as The Jumper starts watching, Do-hyun realizes something terrifying: He might not be the only one cheating the system.

Jian Li just wanted to grab a soda and scroll memes. But when lightning strikes his phone, he accidentally downloads a very grumpy, very ancient alchemist grandpa — Elder Sheng Tai — who claims to be the last Sage of Heavenly Pill Dao… and now lives in Jian’s cracked Android. One’s a laid-back, sleep-deprived high schooler. The other’s a ghost who thinks rice cookers are furnaces and Douyi is a cursed mind trap. Together? They’re about to turn noodles, earbuds, and smartphone apps into the next great path to immortality. Cultivation now includes: Bluetooth transmission of Qi, rice cooker pill explosions, spiritual tea on a budget, aura-vision filters, and emotionally bonding over instant noodles. Warning: May cause sudden enlightenment, mild diarrhea, or spectral nagging.

Synopsis: After forging the Pact of Crimson Hearts with the mysterious and dazzling Tachibana, Machio’s life takes a sudden turn—from mildly embarrassing to full-blown humiliating. The soul-thread that ties him to Tachibana now acts like a cosmic magnet... but instead of attracting noble allies or wise mentors, it only summons sadistic women with a twisted sense of affection! From gothic vampire ladies who want to "train" him like a pet, to overpowered exorcist girls who think making him dress in frilly outfits will "purify his spirit," Machio can't walk five steps without getting dragged into some new mortifying situation. Each encounter chips away at his dignity—and Nariyuki, being the best worst friend ever, documents it all for the memes. Meanwhile, Tachibana, secretly a little jealous but way too proud to admit it, tries to "protect" Machio... which somehow only makes the sadistic rivals more interested in stealing him away! As Machio struggles to uncover the mystery of their cursed bond, he must also survive a daily gauntlet of teasing, traps, and "punishment games" — all while desperately trying not to break the fragile soul-thread that now ties his fate to Tachibana’s. Because if he dies of humiliation… she does too. And so begins the most chaotic, ego-shattering love story across time. Genres: Romantic Comedy, Supernatural, Action, Sadistic Humor Tags: Vampire Princess, Cursed Romance, Sadistic Love Interests, Humiliation Comedy, Soul Bond, Destiny, Disaster Best Friend

Author: Lone Raut Synopsis (Narrated by Deadpool’s Chaotic Cousin Who Forgot to Take Their Meds): Alright, gather ‘round, folks! Let me spin you a tale so dark it’ll make your therapist retire. Picture this: Yours truly was just another fancy-pants “man of culture” on a serial killer’s hit list—because apparently, collecting rare books and quoting Nietzsche makes you a target. Who knew? (Spoiler alert: I died. Surprise!) But death? Nah, that’s just the opening act. Instead of sweet oblivion, I woke up knee-deep in Saint’s Odyssey—a fantasy novel I once tossed into my “dumpster fire of bad writing” pile. Think Game of Thrones meets Saw, but with more existential dread. And guess what? I’m not the dashing hero. Nope. I’m the guy the author conveniently labeled “Villain.” Cool, right? (Cue jazz hands.) But hold onto your chimichangas, because this “hero”? Oh, he’s a masterpiece of hypocrisy. Smiles like a Disney prince, stabs like a back-alley surgeon. His grand plan? Wipe out half the world because reasons. Classic hero logic! Meanwhile, the gods are upstairs chugging ambrosia and betting on our suffering. Adorable!!!. Well, newsflash, Olympus—I’m hijacking this plot. Reborn with a vendetta and a PhD in chaos, I’m not here to play nice. Rules? Burn ‘em. Heroes? Crush ‘em. World domination? Duh!. This ain’t a redemption arc; it’s a blood-soaked takeover tour. Think Machiavelli with a splash of Joker and a side of espresso. They call me ruthless? Damn right. I’ll out-scheme the schemers, out-betray the traitors, and maybe burn a kingdom or two for aesthetic. The hero thinks he’s pulling strings? Sweetheart, I’m the puppetmaster—and I just cut the threads. Every battle’s a chess move, every ally a pawn, and the board? Oh, it’s dripping in red. And hey, let’s laugh while we’re at it. Ever seen a “chosen one” trip over his own halo? Poetic. Ever roasted a god so hard they literally combust? (Working on it.) This world’s a joke, and I’m the punchline—delivered with a knife. So buckle up, buttercups. The script’s flipped, the crown’s mine, and if the heroes cry about “morals”? Tell ‘em to write a Yelp review. This villain’s rewriting destiny—one corpse at a time. TL;DR: Death was my warm-up. Now? I’m here to conquer, crack jokes, and maybe commit some light treason. World, meet your new overlord. Resistance is hilarious . Hahahahaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (⁠・⁠∀⁠・⁠)

Idol show for dead people? Rayen was suddenly thrown into a supernatural idol show after meeting an untimely death at the peak of his career as a band vocalist. Upon waking up in a strange building, with a creepy stalker fan claiming to have written his entire biography, and a strange jukebox demanding him to perform, he learned of his death and found himself in a bizarre situation. [Please select a song to dance.] "What? Dance? I don't know how to dance!" [Select a song or disappear?] "Ain't no way I'm gonna dance!" [If you want to revive, become an idol.] "Screw revival! I don't want to dance!" Notes: Some scenes would be inspired by widely circulated memes or cultural phenomena, but these elements have been purely fictionalized for creative purposes, and do not reflect the real individuals and events they may have originated from. Poems will be written by me, but some will be based on songs. Discord server: linktr.ee/FriJie

I was supposed to die five minutes in. That was the job—show up, monologue badly, get one-shot by the protagonist, and respawn next patch with worse stats. But then... the game crashed. And when I woke up, I wasn’t just Zerik the Tutorial Boss—I was Zerik the Bugged. Glitched stats, busted skills, a cursed pop-up I can’t close, and a system that keeps calling me the “Final Boss Candidate.” Worse? The protagonist missed his spawn point, the hero’s party is late, and the NPCs think I’m some legendary reborn deity who speaks only in cryptic memes and sarcastic rants. Now I’ve got: A mana-draining cat familiar that drinks espresso. A passive that makes every important character misinterpret my words as prophecy. And a System window that keeps throwing "balance patches" at me mid-fight like it's a game dev on caffeine. I didn’t ask to be the villain. I didn’t even ask to be alive. But if this world wants a Final Boss, fine—I’ll give them one. Right after I figure out how to close this damn tutorial.

[LitRPG / Isekai / Adventure / Action / Comedy] Inspired by Mushoku Tensei, God of War, Bloodborne, Elden Ring & Warhammer 40k. Zen Hawthorn is a strange fellow, born with a curse that makes everyone question his sanity. In a cruel twist of fate, he embarks on a journey to avenge his grandfather; further unlocking the mysteries of the world he lives in.  Join him on an action-adventure-romcom journey filled with Demons, celestials, and cosmic beings as he narrates from his humble beginning to the prevention of the Demon King's resurrection and more. Beware of plentiful memes, Easter eggs, and references found within. This story contains Japanese folklores, Norse & Greek mythology along with Elves, Demons, Reptilians, Vikings and Dragons. Have fun reading! Book 1 - Not An Isekai Story (Completed) [Rewritten] Book 2 - Not An Isekai Story Unshipped (In Progress) Book 3 - Simply Not Another Isekai Story (Coming Soon) Book 4 - Simply Not Another Isekai Story Unlimited (Coming Soon)

Blaze of Glory A fart-propelled sniper. A time-traveling scientist with a broken hand. A sentient custard blob humming Glenn Miller. Together, they will accidentally break time, punch a god, and save existence from being edited into a bland Wikipedia entry. It starts on D-Day, 1944. Dr. Juniper Flux, a future-born, sarcasm-loaded chronologist with a glitchy time machine and a chroniton-infected arm, crash-lands smack into World War II. She’s supposed to observe quietly. Instead, she teams up with Hank Rigby — a flatulent sniper-poet with Dragonbone scars, a tragic past, and exactly zero impulse control. Together, they dodge Nazis, awaken a sentient custard blob named Yoggy, and ruin the multiverse's carefully curated silence. History gets rewritten. Gods get angry. One explodes from emotional oversaturation. Fifteen years later, the universe is broken. Entire timelines are being "shushed" by Reapers — cosmic librarians with giant scissors who hate jazz, love order, and really want everyone to just be quiet forever. Enter: the Custard Rebellion. Now, armed with a memory-firing revolver, a jazz-powered war mech, timeline tacos, and the collective trauma of an exploded pantheon, Juni, Hank, Kaelen Thorn (the last god of noise), and Yoggy must sing, scream, fart, and fight their way to the heart of the Greater — a being trying to delete every spark of emotion from reality. It’s loud. It’s messy. It’s glorious. And it smells faintly of burned tortillas and cosmic regret. [five star] “Finally, a book that combines time travel, emotional damage, jazz warfare, sentient desserts, and fart-based heroics. I laughed, I cried, I loudly declared war on the Reapers using only a kazoo. If you don’t read this, you hate fun.” Deadpool (Probably)

Destruction was everywhere. Buildings lay crumbled around him, and corpses littered the cracked, broken roads. The sky burned red as the sun dipped below the horizon, the air thick with the stench of burning flesh and floating ash. Amid the dozens of bodies strewn across the street, one young man lay bleeding, motionless. Three rusted spears were embedded deep in his chest and abdomen. Anyone who saw him would know — he didn’t have long left. ‘Ah… it hurts. It hurts so bad…’ ‘Anyone… help… I— I don’t want to die…’ ‘I’ll do anything… please…’ The pain was too much, he wanted to scream, but he could not. He wanted to reached out, but he couldn't. He'll do anything to live once more — a second chance. [Ding! Your wishes have been heard!] [A distant force is calling to your soul…] [Will you accept?] ▸ [Yes]    ▢ [No] Additional Tags: Skill, System, Gods, Goddesses, Academy, Revenge, no simp, Misunderstanding, Skill Maker, Anime, Creative-Mc, villains, monster, dungeon, portals, elf, memes, cat girl, funny, milfs (hopefully by this people can find this more lol)

Yuto Sakamura was just another tired office worker, until he saw something he wasn’t supposed to. Now he's dead... kind of. Reincarnated in another world as a bottom-tier Demon King Intern, Yuto must navigate glitchy systems, sarcastic goblins, and a kingdom that starts with a rock and zero toilets. Armed with cold logic, dark humor, and a very slow-growing power curve, he’ll climb from nothing to infamy, one absurd quest at a time. He’s not the hero this world wanted. He’s not even sure he’s the villain. But he will build an empire, eventually. **Credits** Huge thanks to the amazing people who helped bring this chaotic world to life: *InstantNoddles* - for the noodles and the narrative fuel *Lil Dasha* - for the cutest chaos and creative support *2Persona* - for dual perspectives and sharp plot insights Join the community, get sneak peeks, memes, and chapter updates: Discord: https://discord.gg/VxSM5P3J

Meet Livepool aka Dinah Stealth, the real 007! the work behind the bs lying penis who has to steal credit! and she's taking it back! Book Concept: Livepool Meets Deadpool Subtitle: Not Fictionalized, Just Not Recognized Premise Livepool is a real woman—overlooked, underestimated, and often ignored by the world. She’s witty, resourceful, and tired of being invisible. When a mutual friend is kidnapped by the shadowy organization Interpol, Livepool’s life collides with the infamous antihero, Deadpool. Together, they embark on a wild, irreverent rescue mission, using “Fu Interpol!” as their battle cry against both the kidnappers and the systems that keep Livepool in the shadows. Key Elements Who is Livepool? Livepool is your alter ego: a real, unrecognized woman with a sharp sense of humor and a knack for creative problem-solving. She’s not a superhero, but she’s got grit, brains, and a talent for turning invisibility into an advantage. The Dynamic Duo Deadpool brings chaos, meta-humor, and action. Livepool brings heart, cleverness, and a fresh perspective—she’s the one who sees what others miss. The Mission A mutual friend is kidnapped by Interpol (portrayed as a comically inept, bureaucratic villain). Livepool and Deadpool join forces, navigating absurd obstacles, exchanging witty banter, and breaking the fourth wall. Along the way, Livepool confronts the real-world challenges of being overlooked, turning her unrecognized status into her greatest strength. Tone & Style Fast-paced, funny, and empowering. Blends Deadpool’s trademark irreverence with Livepool’s sharp, relatable voice. Uses humor and action to highlight serious themes of recognition and self-worth. Sample Blurb Livepool isn’t fictional—she’s just not recognized. But when her friend is kidnapped and Interpol stands in the way, she’s done being invisible. With Deadpool at her side and “Fu Interpol!” as their rallying cry, it’s time for the world to see what happens when the overlooked fight back.

I used to be the Supreme God of Everything—until I was reborn into the body of a pink-haired schoolgirl… wearing bunny slippers. Now, nine different cultivation systems are screaming in my brain, my teacher wants me to lead a harem club, and apparently, I'm married to the CEO of DaoMart? Oh, and the Heavens are calling. But I have memes to post, a midterm trial fight with a literal dragon, and a schoolgirl squad war to win. Who said reincarnation had to make sense?

Yuto Akiyama, a 25-year-old shut-in whose life revolved around being an ex-eSports strategist and notorious meme lord, meets an unceremonious end during a grueling 24-hour stream of World Warfare 4: Total Domination. Instead of a respawn screen, he awakens in a world ripped straight from a medieval fantasy, embroiled in a continent-spanning war. His digital dominion is replaced by the harsh reality of being conscripted as a mere private in the Kingdom of Braxium's beleaguered army.

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A world of hunters in which they hunt down creatures from another world in the form of gates and the dungeons inside them, with the power of cliche and memes anything is possible! "does that mean I could fly?" "no shit" "is that a gate that leads to another world?!" "what of course not they lead to dungeons!... Wait... Wha-

When the **System** assimilates Earth into a game-like reality, granting superhuman abilities to everyone, Jayden "Freak" Malone gets the most broken power of all—[Freak Mode]. "Rules? Stats? LOL. Do whatever you want." Now, the more unpredictable and absurd Jayden acts, the stronger he becomes. Punch a dragon? His fists gain anti-dragon properties. Insult a god? Temporary divine resistance. Eat a cursed sandwich? Poison immunity (and weird cravings). Armed with sheer chaos, Jayden trolls his way through dungeons, breaks quests, and turns epic battles into glitch-filled comedy shows. The System hates him, villains regret facing him, and his party members question their life choices. From taunting demon lords with a frying pan to accidentally becoming a meme-powered deity, Jayden’s journey is one insane exploit after another. Humor meets OP madness in this anti-System adventure where the only rule is— there are no rules. Note:- This is a deliberately absurd, nonsensical comedy logic, coherence, and the laws of reality have all taken a vacation. Proceed at your own risk." Note:- This is a super short story so there will be less than 20 chapters in it.

Zane Kingsley was just your average Gen-Z burnout. Jobless, broke, sleep-deprived, and emotionally sponsored by memes and sarcasm, he didn’t ask to wake up in another world. He especially didn’t ask to wake up in the corpse of Varell Duskshade—a disgraced noble who got himself expelled from the continent’s most elite magic academy by throwing a flaming chair at his professor. With no memories of this body, no magical knowledge, and no idea why his fingers keep glowing at the worst moments, Zane must now survive a school where bloodlines matter, failure equals exile, and everyone remembers what he did—except him. Oh, and there's a mysterious voice in his head that may or may not be a sentient error message from the universe. Armed with broken logic, a twisted sense of humor, and the kind of ideas that shouldn’t work but somehow do, Zane is about to take Eldryn by storm. One illogical spell at a time.

“Who are these brave knights?” asked the beautiful princess, her voice laced with hope and confusion. “We,” said the one with the flaming sword and a Molotov in his other hand, “are the reason your castle’s on fire.” ______________________________________________________________________ When five gamers wake up in a medieval fantasy world armed with nothing but their Garry’s Mod powers and limitless chaos energy, the laws of reality don’t stand a chance. Armed with spawn menus, physics guns, and the social grace of a teabagging speedrunner, these misfits aren't here to follow the prophecy—they’re here to break the server. They crash royal balls (literally), slap dragon butts in slow motion, and rewrite fate itself using Lua scripts and duct tape. Magic? Outclassed. Destiny? Debugged. Common sense? Deleted. In a realm of swords and sorcery, they bring memes, mods, and mayhem. The kingdoms will fall. The physics will glitch. And yes… the Jigglypuffs is just getting started.

Zhang Wei was broke, single, and invisible in 2024. No money, no girlfriend, no future. Then one rainy night, after getting drunk and electrocuted by his rice cooker, he woke up in 2009. Armed with the knowledge of future stocks, crypto, and memes, he’s ready to rewrite his destiny—starting with Bitcoin. From a loser nobody cared about, to a crypto king everyone chases. Including her… the girl who once rejected him. This time, he’s not just getting rich—he’s getting even.

In a world where the sky bleeds static and ash replaces snow, survival is a cruel joke and Silas is the punchline. He’s a sarcastic, meme-obsessed angel who "quit heaven for artistic freedom." Jaden? Just a guy trying not to die (or catch feelings). Thrown together by a glitching System that rewrites reality like buggy code, they become reluctant allies, then something more but not quite. Together, with a band of chaotic survivors (including one girl who still talks to her dead cat), they battle monsters, trauma, and Silas’s questionable sense of humor.

Young Adult Fiction (Humor, Coming-of-Age, Emotional Realism) Target Audience: Teens, parents, and everyone who’s ever felt “in-between” ⸻ Jayden’s story starts, as many do, with a minor disaster: falling face-first in the school hallway on the first day of junior year, a tray of pudding cups exploding across the linoleum like some kind of cafeteria warzone. It’s a painfully awkward start to a year he’d promised himself would be different. He had a plan—confidence playlist, new shoes, three therapy sessions under his belt—but none of that mattered in the face of public humiliation. That’s the first lesson of the year: expectations hurt. Jayden expected a glow-up and got a bruised ego. He’s a 16-year-old kid trying to survive high school, heartbreak, identity crises, and the ache of growing up when everything feels unstable. His voice is funny, honest, and often anxious. He doesn’t pretend to have it together, and that’s what makes him real. ⸻ Life Isn’t a Teen Movie (Unfortunately) Jayden narrates his life like it’s supposed to be a coming-of-age film, but so far, he’s more background character than protagonist. His best friend, Luca, who was once his person—the one who laughed at his dumb memes, who knew his favorite fruit snacks, who sat with him through the worst family dinner of his life—just stopped texting. Slowly. Then all at once. Jayden doesn’t know what happened, and it messes with him. He replays the last conversations over and over, wondering what he said or didn’t say. He watches Luca’s stories, sees him with a new crew, and tries not to compare himself. But the truth is, he’s lonely. And confused. And mad at himself for still caring. Friendship breakups, as Jayden learns, can be more painful than romantic ones—because there’s no closure, no dramatic final scene. Just silence. ⸻ Therapy and Other Soft Places Jayden’s mom signs him up for therapy after noticing he hasn’t been eating much and cries during toothpaste commercials. He resists at first, but eventually, he meets Dr. Wren—a soft-voiced woman who doesn’t push him to talk, but somehow gets him to anyway. He tells her about how he overthinks everything, how sometimes he feels like his skin is too thin for this world. How he hates his body one day and forgets it exists the next. How he wants people to like him so badly it physically hurts. He talks about Riley, the almost-girlfriend who never quite labeled things. They had a situationship—a blurry, playlist-sharing, hand-holding, nothing-but-something kind of thing. Until she drifted, posting photos with someone else. When he asked what they were, she said, “I don’t know.” That crushed him more than an actual breakup would’ve. Therapy doesn’t fix everything. But it gives Jayden room to exhale. To feel seen. “Therapy is where I learned that I wasn’t broken. Just overwhelmed.” ⸻ School Is a Stage and I Keep Forgetting My Lines School is chaos. Teachers expect too much. Classmates ask too little. Jayden feels invisible some days, like a ghost floating between lockers. Then there’s Mr. Chen, the one teacher who calls out, “You good?” in a way that actually sounds like he means it. And Ms. D, the art teacher who lets him sit in the back and draw when everything else feels too loud. And Daryl, the security guard who fist-bumps him every morning and tells him, “Hang in there, man.” They don’t solve anything. But they remind him he’s not alone. He finds a quiet friend in Cam—a kid who always eats alone in the library. They bond over awkward silences, shared introvert energy, and mutual hatred of gym class. They don’t need big conversations. Sometimes just sitting next to someone is enough. ⸻ Being Soft in a World That Wants You Tough Jayden cries easily. He cares too much. He rewatches Pixar movies and sobs every time. He used to think this made him weak. But the more he leans into it—the softness, the empathy, the vulnerability—the more he realizes it’s a kind of strength. The world is ful

God(s). Angels. Demons. Monsters. They can be more real than you’d like… And more humane too… Maybe way too much… ... … In a world with supernatural races secretly living among humans, this is the story of Lúcio Arabrantes, a lad from Minas Gerais, Brazil. If you expected an unlucky, jobless protagonist… NOT HERE, FOLKS! Owner of a jewelry shop in one of the best shopping centers of Belo Horizonte, he certainly is a successful lad! Regarding his luck… WEEEEEELL… To start, our lad has a weird syndrome and a frail body (oh dear, someone could mistake his condition as a curse…), without mentioning the disappearance of the medical artifact created by his parents that could heal him after an accident. Yeah, very original and nothing strange… But this isn't everything. The shop is nothing more than a facade for Lúcio's real business: the store Buriti de Ouro, specialized in artifacts, magical scrolls and talismans, seals, arcane forging, formations, matrices and other mystical miscellaneous; located in the Brazil Street, Latin America Zone, Heavenly Commercial District. Yes, our jeweler works in Heaven. Literally. But what is Lúcio’s cheat power? Is he the descendant of some god, dragon, spirit or devil? No, he is just a normal human with a… Not so normal job… Skills above everyone else? Despite being an inscriptionist and artificer, surpassing the gods and other races is complicated… Could it be knowledge of a past life? Well, Lúcio studied a lot, he works hard, but he never had an ancient great Grandmaster of a supreme sect or a primordial creation god to teach him secret techniques. For now… However, for the ruin of his peaceful lifestyle (if that's even possible in such a world) and rejoice of our readers, his “normal” life changes when a random box appears on his doorstep. Inside the box lies a missed artifact, the Aurum Nucleus, the same thing that disappeared and could cure his weird body condition. But the artifact has a special bonus: it hosts the spirit of a… Certain woman… … … You already know that a lot of shit is gonna happen, right? Mercenaries and mobsters appearing to screw the party? Yes. Two dudes on a motorcycle trying to rob him? We are in Brazil, what did you expected? Old bully from college trying to make a fuss in the shop? Check. Aztec sect kidnapping and trying to offer him to a weakened Aztec god? Yep- Uhhh... The girlfriend is also kidnapped, but by a group of giants with colorful hairs and eyes living on a lost island in the Atlantic Ocean? Certainly- Hold up… Trouble with the island’s church from which the first angels (aka Celestials) and demons (Abyssals btw) come from? Of course- Wait, wait… The lost past of forgotten primordial gods, involving secrets about the origin of everything, schemes and plans of ancient entities, prophecies about the Apocalypse, wars between pantheons, clans and even different dimensions, machinations that could change the world order… Uhhhh… I think you folks got the idea… Fortunately, Lúcio has family and friends to support him in these troubles. From the cheese broas teached by his grandmother, the cheats, tricks and quirks of his family, a little help from adventurer friends, the love of his yander- cahem- protective girlfriend, and the strength of… Golden allies… This is an ordinary and chaotic story, unique and common, boring and funny, unexpected and predictable, pleasant and *censored*, and many other adjectives. So expect lots of jokes and memes (good or not, idc, my humor sense is wild), lovely or bland moments, references and mysteries, obvious or not. And as the novel’s name says, this is a story about gods and alchemy, with a certain island in the middle of the chaos… Discord server link: https://discord.gg/EjG4cBjrkJ

What happens when an ordinary guy finds himself in the most extraordinary position? Meet Jake, a laid-back underachiever who suddenly wakes up in the body of the President of a quirky, chaotic nation! With a cabinet full of oddball advisors, a nation on the brink of hilarity, and a series of outrageous events spiraling out of control, Jake must navigate the treacherous waters of politics, diplomacy, and, of course, the constant barrage of memes. Armed with nothing but his offbeat sense of humor and a knack for bizarre solutions, Jake dives headfirst into a whirlwind of diplomatic disasters, celebrity antics, and mind-boggling conspiracies. As he tries to juggle international crises with a series of laugh-out-loud moments, he quickly discovers that leading a country is no joke—especially when his predecessors left behind a mountain of absurd problems.

You know what's worse than being dead? Being half-dead. With a stiff back. No coffee. A Minecraft sheep as my emotional support animal. And a tattoo that vibrates every time I screw up — which is... often. I’m Renji Kurogane. Once a cop. Then an archaeologist. Now? Just a guy with a cosmic parasite squatting in his soul, offering universal Wi-Fi and occasional sarcasm. It all started with a cursed envelope. No sender. No return address. Just a notebook that hissed at me and a single word — Senku. One word too many. Since then? Reality’s been unraveling like a drunk god’s sweater. Timelines are glitching. Doors are opening. And somehow, I’m still the one holding the detonator. I’m not a chosen one. There’s no prophecy. No divine calling. I’m a walking bug in the system. A corrupted save file the multiverse keeps trying to delete. I’m searching for 23 fragments — ancient, cursed, possibly sentient gems that lock away something so broken, Time itself blocked it on all platforms. My mentor? A forgotten god with the ego of a cursed influencer. My spiritual guide? A sheep. A literal sheep. And yes — she judges me with every pixelated blink. This isn’t a hero’s journey. It’s not even a comeback story. It’s an existential black comedy wrapped in cosmic horror, buried under unreliable memories, and gift-wrapped by fate with duct tape and bad decisions. The universe doesn’t want to be saved. It just wants to laugh — front-row — while I fall apart. So yeah. If Deadpool, Rick Sanchez, and John Constantine had a deeply troubled child, handed him a cursed relic and a one-way ticket to Hell… You’d get me. Welcome to my story. But be careful. The Eye already noticed you. Author’s Note This story is 100% original and entirely written, directed, and emotionally overcaffeinated by me. Yes, I use tools for grammar polish and creative fine-tuning — because I like my commas functional and my metaphors mildly unhinged. But every plot twist, every relic, every scream into the void… Is handcrafted with existential dread, narrative obsession, and the kind of insomnia that makes ancient gods nervous. No AI chapters. No plagiarism. No copy-paste translations. Just me, my chaos, and a story that probably shouldn’t exist. But here we are.

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In a hyper-connected near-future, augmented reality isn't just a layer—it's life. But when a cryptic digital cascade causes internet memes, urban legends, and viral sensations to physically manifest in the real world, society teeters on the brink of bizarre catastrophe. "Grumpy Cat" becomes a colossal, perpetually annoyed beast, "Slender Man" stalks real forests, and every "Florida Man" headline spawns a new, unpredictable agent of chaos. Amidst the pandemonium, a cynical meme-lord known online as "Dr. Deadpan" and a naive, conspiracy-theorist vlogger named "TruthSeeker_Bella" – who have only ever clashed in comment sections – must forge an unlikely alliance. One built his reputation debunking the very myths now terrorizing cities; the other believed they were all real. Together, they're humanity's last hope to understand the rules of this new, absurd reality, control the increasingly dangerous manifestations, and find the source of the "Meme-pocalypse" before the world is irrevocably reshaped by the wild, untamed power of collective fiction.