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Shao He, heir to a family renowned for medical and poison skills, a top special agent of the 21st century, unexpectedly transmigrated into the body of a pathetic Madam Marquis who had been tortured to death! And on that very night, she was thrown into the Mass Burial Mound! Looking at the newborn in her arms, Shao He resolved to live a splendid life in this foreign world! From then on! She was the Divine Doctor who aided the world! She was the fearsome Poison Queen! She possessed wealth to rival nations! She was also an astonishing scholar! And the Marquis, filled with regret, wished he could kill himself on the spot, "He'er, I was wrong, you...” “Shut up, I am now the Empress!”

“They gave me Neymar’s talent, but I’ll carve my own legacy.” Jemil was an average baller from Lagos — fast feet, big dreams, and no shot at making it past the streets. Until fate threw him the wildest curveball: He dies and wakes up in the body of Neymar Jr., just before the Brazilian’s rise to football stardom. The world expects him to follow the script: Barcelona, Messi, Ballon d’Or… But Jemil has no interest in being a puppet of fate. With the mysterious GOAT System letting him level up skills, alter his career path, and even challenge football history itself, Jemil chooses chaos: Reject Barcelona Join Real Madrid Make Messi his rival Defy the gods of football But there’s a price to greatness. And Jemil isn’t the only one with a second chance. When legacy, loyalty, and ego collide — who becomes the true GOAT? ⸻ System Stats | Real Clubs | Career Choices Reincarnation | Alternate History | Tactical MC No Clichés. Just fire and football. “I’m not Neymar. I’m the glitch in football’s timeline.”

Born with wealth, power, and luxury, he had everything except interest. Life was dull, predictable… until it wasn’t. One day, he dies, only to wake up in a world he never even finished writing. That’s right. He’s been reincarnated as a character in his own unfinished novel. The problem? He has no clue what happens next. No overpowered abilities, no divine guidance, just a world filled with unknown dangers, political intrigue, and an empire waiting to be built… from scratch. But hey, at least it’s not another cliché power fantasy, right? Or is it? Armed with his business acumen, quick wit, and a talent for avoiding hard work, he sets out to survive, scheme, and somehow build a kingdom, all while trying to figure out just what kind of story he’s trapped in. After all, who needs destiny when you can make your own?

Title: path to god as cannon fodder Chanakya, whose parents died in an accident, was raised in an orphanage until he turned 18. Smarter than his peers, he was always running around, figuring things out. But after a certain incident, he gave up on everything. He became a shut-in NEET, spending his days lazily playing games and reading novels—until the day he died, full of regret. Suddenly, he found himself in a different world— A world from a novel he once read, which was later adapted into a game he had played. He had transmigrated into a fantasy realm of magic and swords... As Leo Dravenhart, a cannon fodder character doomed to be scapegoated by the villainess’s schemes.

Draco, Harry, Lupin… incluso Voldemort, todos caen rendidos ante la hija de Snape, una Slytherin tan fría como encantadora. Astoria arde de celos, mientras el deseo, la rivalidad y el peligro se apoderan de Hogwarts. ¿Quién conquistará su corazón? Solo uno logrará tocar su alma... pero el precio podría ser demasiado alto.

Anduin Wilson, un nombre que resuena con poder en el mundo mágico. Fundador de entrenamiento táctico, instructor internacional de Auror, proveedor de equipos y profesor de entrenamiento táctico en Hogwarts. Ganador de la Primera Medalla del Caballero Merlín, Campeón del Torneo Internacional de Duelo de Magos, y cazador de recompensas de magos oscuros, autorizado por la Wizard International. Además, es el presidente honorario del Centro Internacional de Investigación de Alquimia. A sus alumnos siempre les gusta llamarlo de una forma que refleja su fama: "El que luchó en Hogwarts", "El instructor aterrador que organiza ejercicios militares en la escuela todos los años"... Pero su verdadera historia comienza en el verano de 1980, cuando Voldemort aún no había desaparecido. Mi nombre es Anduin. Vivo en las villas de Godric's Hollow. No fumo, bebo solo de vez en cuando, no busco agradar a nadie y, sobre todo, no genero enemigos que me den dolores de cabeza o me quiten el sueño. Sin embargo, si llega el momento de luchar, no habrá nadie capaz de derrotarme.

"A Hundred Million!" Mrs. Susan slammed the poker down. “Even if we sold all your organs, you wouldn't be worth that much! And yet you’re refusing to marry into a rich family?” Jennifer stood quietly as Susan sneered. “If your father and I hadn’t bought you back, you’d be in some mountain village birthing kids for a poor farmer. You should be grateful!” ______ Jennifer learnt she was adopted the day her “parents” had Sonia. From then on, she’d become nothing but a maid, until they dumped her in a village. Now they’d brought her back, not out of love, but to marry Sonia’s fiancé, who’d fallen into a coma and gone blind. Sonia refused. They needed a substitute. They needed to swap brides. Jennifer was about to refuse, until she heard the name: Colton Redford. The boy she saved from a fire when she was little. The one who had promised to marry her. She accepted the marriage. For a year, she gave everything to help him recover. When he finally woke up, the first thing he asked for… was a divorce. "You’re not the one I want to spend my life with." Crushed, Jennifer learned his heart belonged to Sonia. Now, she must decide. Will she accept the divorce and walk away or will she fight for their marriage, despite knowing his heart belongs to someone else?

Isabella had only been reading a novel to pass the time.a tragic tale of a cold-hearted villainess who schemed against the beloved heroine, only to meet a fiery and untimely demise. But when Isabella wakes up in the body of that same villainess, she finds herself thrust into a world of wealth, intrigue, and betrayal. However, there’s a twist: she has been transported three years before the catastrophic fire that claimed the villainess’s life. Armed with her knowledge of the novel’s events and outcomes, Isabella quickly realizes this is her chance to rewrite the story and her fate.

A man reincarnates as a mikaelson after dying...

On that night, as I walked aimlessly through the alleys with tears streaming down my face, I kept mumbling, “I hate my life, I hate my life, I hate my life.” I was so immersed in my self-wallow that I didn't realize how far I had wandered up the mountain until I tripped on a rock and landed on my right knee. “*Hissed* How do I walk back down limping?” I murmured into the silence, unsure of what to do next. Just as I was about to find my way back down, something caught my eye at the top of the mountain, just a few steps away from me. A flower was glowing there, radiant and mysterious, and I couldn't help but feel intrigued by its presence. I limped towards it, ignoring the pain in my knee, my gaze fixed on the flower as if it held the answers to my troubles. As I stepped closer, I heard a rustling noise behind the bushes. “Hello, is someone there?” I called out gently, but deep down, I figured it was just a rabbit or something. My attention remained on the flower, its beauty ethereal, enhanced by the full moon hanging in the sky. Just then, I felt an odd sense of courage wash over me, and I decided to touch the flower. As my fingers made contact, I was unprepared for what happened next: the flower's glow transferred to me, slowly causing it to wither away. “No, no, what did I do?” Panic surged through me as I tried to brush the glow off my body, but instead, it became even more blinding. Suddenly, I felt something leave me, and whoosh—I was lifted off the ground, emitting a fog-like glow as the world around me darkened. “*Gasp* Where am I?” I opened my eyes wide, darting them around in confusion, trying to make sense of everything. “Was it just a dream?” I wondered aloud, but everything looked so familiar; I found myself in my room, yet something felt profoundly different. I stood up, intent on freshening up, but paused when I noticed my fingernails—they were ash-colored and longer than before. I didn’t remember getting a manicure, so what was happening? I pushed those thoughts aside and stripped down to take a quick shower, but that’s when I let out a startled scream. A massive flower tattoo covered my back! “H—how? I didn't do this, right?” Confusion and disbelief washed over me, but beneath it all, a thrill of anticipation began to stir within me. What had transpired? What did it mean for the future? The events of that night felt like a catalyst for something far greater, and I couldn't shake the feeling that my life was about to change in ways I could hardly comprehend.

Synopsis: Rael was supposed to be a hero. Summoned to a new world with the promise of power, fame, and purpose, he was cast aside the moment the kingdom discovered his class: Healer. Weak. Passive. Useless in battle. Abandoned, mocked, and left for dead beyond the kingdom’s walls, Rael should have vanished. But fate had other plans. Guided by ancient scrolls and driven by quiet determination, Rael began to train — not just as a healer, but as a warrior who could stand on his own. Alongside him stood Lyra, a mysterious swordswoman haunted by her past, who saw in Rael the strength others refused to see. Together, they protect the Sanctuary, a hidden village caught in the war between monsters and corrupted magic. As enemies close in and dark secrets awaken, Rael discovers that healing is not weakness… it’s the power to rewrite destiny. And when the final battle draws near, even the world that rejected him must face the truth — the weakest healer might be their last hope. But just as peace is found and love blooms, a darker threat emerges from the shadows: The Demon Heroes — former reincarnated warriors, twisted by hatred, returning for vengeance.

STR: 3, AGI: 3, VIT: 3, INT: 30,003, LCK: 9, Total: 30,024 — B-Rank Brains are his weapon. The nobility is his target. And the world? Just one big logic puzzle waiting to be rewritten.

Lightning Strikes Twice by CambrianBeckett

In the shining core of the Giant Sun Empire, power is a game of smiles, secrets, and sharpened blades. So when a burned-out game developer named Ethan awakens in the body of Anwir—the lowly butler of the infamous Rosenthal household—he soon realizes he is stuck inside the very villainess fantasy game he created. Worse, he is not the hero of the story; he is a disposable side character, with only the value of being close to the most dangerous family in the Empire. Surrounded by scheming nobles, unpredictable magic, and the ever-present eyes of Selvaria Rosenthal—the perfect, cold-blooded heiress with a legacy of blood-red eyes—Anwir must apply his meta-knowledge of the game’s deadly flags to survive. But when a demonic conspiracy erupts at a grand imperial gathering, taking heirs and dukes alike with it, Anwir will have no choice but to abandon the shadows and rewrite the very fate that binds him. As alliances fracture and ancient seals break, Anwir navigates a world where every move could be his last, and where the line between villain and hero is as thin as a razor. In a court where loyalty is a weapon and secrets are currency, can a mere butler outplay the destiny written for him-or will he become just another casualty in the Empire’s endless war for power?

Harry Potter And The Summer Of Change by lorddwar Adventure & Romance, Harry P., N. Tonks, Words: 332k+

In a world where strength determines worth, Paul is nothing,a mere shadow in the bustling city of Eldros, overlooked, mocked, and discarded by all who see him as the lowest of the low. But when a cataclysmic event shatters reality, humanity awakens to newfound abilities,gifts forged in desperation to stand against an ancient menace rising from the abyss. While warriors summon fire and scholars bend space, Pauls’s power is different. Unlike others, his awakening does not grant him the explosive strength others gain,but just a fraction, along with memories. Visions of a past life, fractured and fleeting, whisper of a warrior who once stood at the pinnacle of power, feared and revered alike. A warrior who fought this same darkness before. A warrior who... was him. But the truth remains elusive. The full weight of his past is locked away, teasing him with glimpses and half-formed echoes,until the moment he teeters on the edge of death. Only when his life hangs by a thread does the floodgate break, revealing the overwhelming force that once belonged to the strongest being in history. Now, with the world on the brink of collapse and enemies circling like vultures, Paul must reclaim his legacy,or watch humanity crumble beneath the same threat that once nearly consumed him before. The forgotten warrior is waking. And the darkness remembers.

Void used to be that guy. You know—the walking apocalypse. The bringer of end times. The one responsible for sending an entire realm into therapy. Wielding the Destruction Principle, he nearly wiped the World Realm clean off the cosmic map. Why? Because he could. And also because existence was boring and needed a little… shaking up. But surprise! Blowing everything up isn’t as fun when you realize there’s no second season. So what does an all-powerful existential threat do when he’s bored? He reincarnates. Now walking the mortal world like a grumpy tourist with divine PTSD, Void sets out to comprehend the Creation Principles—you know, the opposite of what he’s good at. Classic character development. But don’t worry. This isn’t your usual redemption arc. Because as Void digs deeper, he discovers the World Realm is just one small corner of the Nothingness Realm, and there are bigger, dumber, and more suspiciously mysterious universes out there—with secrets that make destruction look like a toddler tantrum. So yeah. He might end up protecting the world. Or he might finish what he started. Depends on his mood. And how annoying the gods are that week. ⸻ Author’s Note Hey. Yes, you. This is my first book, so don’t expect 10,000-word chapters out the gate. Early chapters are short, chaotic, and full of me learning how to write like someone who isn’t high on Void energy. Stick around. It gets longer. It gets wilder. And Void gets weirder. Let’s wreck reality together.

“You have been chosen as a player in the great game to select the next god’s successor, the Mission! Congratulations!” Yu Seong-hun has suddenly fallen into another world to participate in a game to become a god. This other world that is akin to that of a game contains players who cooperate and also kill each other in cold blood…!! Seong-hun, a person without an ounce of talent, uses wicked and crude tricks to become an all-powerful player!

https://m.fanfiction.net/u/143877/ by interprise_d

Ethan Grey, along with his entire high school class, are transported to another world. Summoned as heroes into a fantasy world full of Magic, Wonder, Titles and Classes, they are tasked with saving it from annihilation. While Ethan's classmates awaken infamous Classes such as Sage, Saint and Blade Master, Ethan is given the Class of Tailor. Ostracized and called weak, he is cast aside for his seemingly pointless class. But is his class really as useless as it seems?

Beep Beep An unfamiliar mechanical sound wakes him up. The silvery orb appears under his almond-shaped eyes. His irish gleam in warm light streaming into the hospital room through the big window. "Ugh" The boy with a thin body, felt a little dizzy as he regain consciousness. His obsidian hair looks a bit messy after being unconscious for three months hospitality. But the one who'd just come out of the coma only felt it's only a split second after his heart stabbed by icy-cold sword. Wait, I'm still alive? As he began to realise that he was still alive, Yue Lian's hand reached to his left chest. Badump The sound of the heartbeat on his chest made him hard to believe. This is unbelievable! Yue Lian began to recall the moment he died. He still remembers vividly, how the sword pierced his heart. A mouthful of blood spurted out from his grayish-dry lips. Although the man face covered with blood and looks like a living corpse with pale bluish skin, but this cannot hide the remaining beauty on his face. It can be said that his face is soft, but not overly delicate, and at the same time exudes an unknown misty allure that would make even a god envious. As the crimson red sky emitting huge orange flame, Yue Lian looks up. His silver orb eyes tremble slightly looking at familliar face. After a moment of silence, he laughs out loud as if his heart had never been stabbed to begin with. "■■■" "■■■" He knew they had a conversation about something at that time, but he didn't know what was said. But even if he can't recall what was he said, he can still feel the deep of sadness in his chest. As if his heart was broken not by other party's sword, but by some unknown reason. Yue Lian tries to recall his memories, but they remain the same. It is as if a mysterious mist blocked half of his memories. And after his death, his soul was somehow trapped in Yue Mian's body. Yue Lian adjusts his thoughts, as he can roughly guess what happened in the past. In his previous life, Yue Lian was once a supreme God who managed the worlds with two other supreme gods. He is the God of Death, who controls the death of mortals, demons, cultivators, or even gods. Because of this power, he's made another god fear and envy him. After remembering his background in his previous life, he was sure that the one who killed him was one of the other two supreme god or even both. He still not sure if the two of supreme god join forces to killed him "Uhm, may I know who are you?" The middle-aged man trembled at his son's polite gesture, as if he was unfamiliar with them. "Don't joke around! I don't know what game you're playing, but I'm different from your father. I won't fall for your tricks, kid." "Father, please don't said that! Mian-mian already in coma for 3 months! How can it be fake?!" "You fool! This is not the first time this brat done this kind of ridiculous ploy" After the conversation between father and son, which was more of a debate, Yue Lian was sure that the original owner was a troublemaker who often played tricks on his family. But still, it's impossible for human personality to be that superficial, isn't it? Like a fire that cannot burn without smoke. Yue Lian still needs to investigate the reason why his soul didn't go to the reincarnation circle, but was sucked into Mian-mian's body instead.