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Diary Of A Hero Academia

Chronicles of a Regressed Hero

When the world is thrust into chaos with the awakening of mana, Gawain Alaric is one of many caught in the storm. But unlike the others, he’s been here before. After witnessing the fall of humanity in his first life, he returns to the past with one goal: seize the power he once lacked and alter the fate of the world. Armed with his knowledge of the future, Gawain is determined to rewrite his destiny and rise to power in a new world where strength, mana, and cunning rule. The world has undergone a forced evolution, and now, humanity was forced to fight for their lives in the nightmarish tutorial, all the while building enough strength to save themselves from monsters in human skin. But Gawain knows the real threat isn’t just the monsters lurking in the darkness—it’s whom they called, Otherworlder, a being who exists in the world beyond and manipulates Earth’s downfall for their own twisted gain. Gawain has seen their true face and witnessed the destruction they bring. This time, he will stop them before they can plunge the world into chaos. At the heart of this apocalyptic upheaval stands the Tower—an ominous structure that appeared overnight, its peak shrouded in the clouds. And well, let's just say Gawain knew about the horrors there better than anyone else. The Tower isn’t just a place of trials and rewards; it’s a game board for the gods, who watch from their lofty thrones, amused by the suffering of mortals. To them, Earth is nothing but a grand spectacle, and humanity’s fight for survival is their favorite form of entertainment. But this time, he won't be just a mere pawn. He won't let that monster wipe out his home. This time, Gawain will be the one pulling the strings.
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Second chance - Diary of a transmigrator

The sweet scent of flowers invades my nostrils, while a light breeze caresses my body. I reflexively turn the other way, my hand flailing around my waist futilely seeking my blanket. Unable to find it, I gradually wake up, only to realize that I am not on my bed, nor in my room or in my house… instead, I am lying in a patch of grass in what looks to be a small clearing in a forest. Wait… WHERE THE HELL ARE MY CLOTHES???? I jump to my feet in panic and look left and right trying to figure out what is happening. My mind can’t process the situation, but after a few minutes the panic recedes and I start thinking somewhat rationally again. I check myself for any injuries or bugs crawling on me and I am relieved when I find none. Then my brain processes what my eyes see and I freeze. I once again start checking my body slowly, running my hands over it inch by inch. My beer belly is gone, the white hairs on my chest are now black and my body while not exactly rippling has defined muscle lines. Yeah, nice dream, I thought. I haven’t looked or felt so good since I was 20. Then reality slaps me again. A memory surfaces from the depth of my mind from a researcher’s interview on tv; you can’t smell something in your dreams, you just identify the scent that you should be smelling. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I smell the grass, the little violet flowers, the scent of the tree resin carried by the wind… fuck!... Toto, we are not in Kansas anymore…
PinkCulture · 7.2K Views
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