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Time Effect ( A Mass Effect Fanfiction)

A man is reincarnated in the Mass Effect Universe. At first, he was kinda scared about the possibility of dying to the Reapers, or other dangers across the huge galaxy. But, he persevered and, after making friends with Shepard and the crew, won the final battle. He was happy and thrilled about the possibilities of his new life after the war. But, on the day he turned 28 years old, he returned back in time, to when he was a baby. He was confused and mortified by the weird situation, but, our MC didn't let that shake his confidence. So, he tackled the plot of the game once more. But, again, after he turned 28, he returned in time. He finally had to admit to himself he was trapped in some sort of time loop but decided to continue ahead with his life(s). The problem was, this didn't happen just once. 2 times, 3 times, 4 times, 5 times... 9 times. It slowly changed him, to the point he lost the will to try after a few cycles. He realized what he was doing was meaningless, because no matter what he did, the changes he made, nothing mattered, as he would be thrown back in time anyway. So, he deviated from the plot and started to study a variety of things and he didn't care about the fate of the galaxy anymore. In those subsequent loops, he managed to become a master/expert in a lot of things, but the time loop never changed, and the MC started to lose hope of living a normal life. But, after the 9 loop, he felt something different from the other cycles! Perhaps this is his final one? Follow along and watch our MC conquer the whole galaxy, fighting the dangers inside it, and possibly getting a few girls along the way! --- Release schedule: 3 chapters a week (Monday, Wednesday and Saturday), as long as I have enough chapters in stock. Otherwise, 2 chapters per week (Wednesday and Saturday) Minimum of 1,500 words per chapter --- I do not own any of the characters I found the Image on the internet Also posted on RR and SH --- This is a fanfic written by a newbie, so there will be various grammar errors scattered across it. So please, bear with me!
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Chat group: Everyone has a dream.

A former resident of the earth is reborn as one of the best villains of Bleach, Tsukishima, after which he helps to kill Yahweh, then dies. The end. The end of his second life, because then he gets into the World of Fate, one of the most unfavorable worlds of the anime industry, where only suicide bombers and those chosen by Alaya have a chance to reach the source. Tsukishima had already developed a plan in which he would have to participate in the war for the Holy Grail, and then join the unfriendly collective of residents of the Association, but a surprise of fate decided to change his plans. [EXTRA EMOTIONAL DAMAGE!] (Administrator) has been added to the chat [Gender Equality Supporter] has been added to the chat [Illogical Exhibitionist] has been added to the chat [Best Rape Target] has been added to the chat [Pedobir's Wet Dream] has been added to the chat [Sadistic Dominatrix №1] has been added to the chat [Sweet Slime] has been added to the chat [Tragic Alabama Love] has been added to the chat And with these new opportunities, Tsukishima will have to change his plan. Everyone is tired of the usual MC in the place of the Protaganist, who, even having great strength or even Experience, especially life experience, cannot solve trivial problems, does not know how to empathize, lives under a rock, has never seen beautiful women, is either a scumbag, or a saint, or does not know how to defend his opinion, being a rag, or does it in a hyperbalized form. This is my attempt to make a more pleasant Protaganist. I am not a professional or an expert in any of the works, just an author for entertainment.
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a different harry potter

Deputy Headmistress Minerva McGonagall sat at her desk at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She was a thin woman, in her mid sixties, and dressed in a green tartan plaid dress. Her dark hair was pulled neatly back into a bun, and her rectangular shaped spectacles sat squarely on her face adding to her serious expression. Parchment and scrolls lay neatly stacked upon her desk, along with two bottles of ink and two quills. In addition to her deputy headmistress duties, she taught transfiguration and served as the Head of Gryffindor House. She was an unerringly tidy and strict woman, who enjoyed teaching and found she had a knack for paperwork even if she did not always care to do it. Over her many years of teaching she had grown fond of several students, and always enjoyed seeing her former Gryffindor students at the school or while out in the wizarding world. Her warm, hazel eyes reviewed the notes before her and added some additional notes at the end. She kept a meticulous schedule, writing in appointments and additional notes to make her often hectic schedule easier. As such, she had begun to notice a troubling trend regarding one particular appointment. She now knew the problem had not just existed for the last several months, but had apparently gone on for years, unnoticed by her, and the thought bothered her greatly. With a sigh, she carefully dried the ink on her new notes, and then placed the notes to the side of her desk. This September, Harry Potter would beSchool of Witchcraft and Wizardry. As overseeing the letters sent to each student regarding the coming year was one of her responsibilities, she knew that Harry Potter's Hogwarts letter would be going out soon, and she wondered about how well the young man was doing at his relatives home. Albus had dismissed her concerns that day nearly ten years ago, insisting that they leave young Harry Potter at his muggle relatives' home. Minerva had not been impressed with them, and had questioned Albus over the years as to how Harry was doing. He always insisted the boy was doing well. Minerva wanted to confirm this for herself. She looked back down at the papers on her desk. Apparently, she had meant to check on young Harry multiple times as reflected by her old calendars and notes, and each time something had prevented her from following through with it. The notes she had reviewed yet again documented her musings about that, and she had finally acknowledged that perhaps Albus had done something to cause that particular reaction. What she did not understand, was why? Why would someone not want her to check in on the child? This time, she intended to follow through on her desire to check on Harry Potter. A knock sounded at her door interrupting her thoughts, and she smiled at her own cunning plan to circumvent whatever it was that prevented her from traveling to Surrey. "Come in, Septima," she called pleased as the young Arithmancy professor entered the room. Minerva had spoken to her several weeks ago to set this appointment, and was pleased that phase one of her plan was now proceeding.
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