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How massive must the wealth of a family that has been passed down for five thousand years be? Sometimes, you’ll never know how rich your family really is until you push your parents a bit! Only after inheriting his family's five-thousand-year fortune did Zhang Menglong realize that the joy of the wealthy is so simple. Bank president, "Mr. Zhang, please, I beg you to deposit your money with our bank, and you can set the interest rate!" Huaxia's top wealthy second generation, "Does the whole world belong to your family or what?" World's richest person, "I feel like I am just a poor man!" European Royal Family, "Mr. Zhang, are you lacking a girlfriend? If you are, would you mind finding one? If not, would you mind one more? What do you think about our country's princess?" Latter, Zhang Menglong found out that the college his parents left him was the most impressive thing. Actually, being a dean turned out to be even more joyful than being the world's richest person!

A divine system voice in people's thoughts caused the ruin of contemporary society. The creatures had appeared all throughout the earth, ushering humans into a new era. The period in which only the strong will survive! The period during which defenseless, weak ones are trampled! Leo had lived in such a world for five years before dying in an demonic horde. As he descended from the clouds, the same angelic voice echoed in his consciousness. [Host Leonard Wright is nearing the end of his life.] [Reborn successful…]

"Alright, listen up, you ungrateful peasant readers. Yeah, you, sitting there, thinking you know better than me about my story. Just because I threw in a little—just a little—plot armor, everyone loses their minds. Like, come on, you dumbshit! It's my novel. If I want my characters to survive an apocalypse by tripping over a conveniently placed banana peel, then so be it. Go ahead, call it lazy writing. Call it bullshit. But I know you love it. You can’t get enough of my endless, godlike creativity. And don’t you dare pretend otherwise." That was what I just typed in a fit of rage before pressing enter and sending it out as an announcement. They will rage, I knew. They will be infuriated, obviously. But I was living for that. However, then… this one weird comment pops up, it says, “Wanna change the storyline of billions of novels with your plot armor?” "Great, another joker." But whatever. I’m intrigued. So I click. And, holy hell, my computer screen goes haywire, flashing like a rave in a mental asylum. A shadowy figure appears, all mysterious and ominous, like it's ripped straight out of one of my more “experimental” chapters. And before I can blink, it says, “Welcome to the Plot Armor Agency. Your services are required. Your task: Rewrite reality.” Plot Armor Agency Server : https://discord.gg/bZJ5v6jA8B Also on RoyalRoad.

David Marsh's carefree existence was disrupted when the shocking news of his classmate's attempted suicide reverberated through the school halls. As he struggled to comprehend the turmoil that had driven his classmate to such desperation, a mysterious voice echoed within David's mind. The voice, friendly and benevolent, harbored no sinister intent. Instead, it extended an unexpected request which was to pay a visit to the paranormal hospital where his classmate had been left alone.

“What… what have you done?” she whispered, her voice barely audible. Damien released her hand and stepped back, his expression grim. “The blood bond is complete. You’ll find that running from me will no longer be an option.” Her eyes widened as the realization sank in. The bond wasn’t just a physical restraint; it was something far deeper, more insidious. She clenched her fists, trembling with rage. “You had no right—” “I had every right,” he interrupted, his voice sharp. “You’re mine to protect now, whether you like it or not.” Liana opened her mouth to argue, but a sudden ache in her chest silenced her. It wasn’t pain, exactly, but an unsettling emptiness that only seemed to ease when her eyes met Damien’s. “What… what is this?” she asked, her voice shaking. “The bond,” Damien said simply. “It ties us together. The further you stray from me, the stronger it pulls you back. And the more you fight it, the more you’ll crave my presence.” Her knees buckled, and she sank back into the chair, her mind racing. The thought of craving Damien, of needing him, made her stomach churn. “You’re a monster,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. Damien’s expression hardened. “You can hate me all you want, Liana. But you’ll stay alive. That’s all that matters.”

In an era omitted from history , there exists a forgotten fragment of fate, lost amidst the currents of time. It seeks to unravel the enigmatic mysteries of the world, plunging into the forgotten remnants of the obscure past that is shrouded in a layer of thick impenetrable fog, making it difficult to unveil and comprehend the encroaching future.... Divinations,revalations,ancient artifacts, potions,realms/domains,authority,hexes, scorned by the world reviled by society and condemned by the heavens themselves this is the tale of the forgotten fate

What would you do if you found yourself trapped in a video game as an NPC with seemingly no hope of returning to the real world? Having grown up without parents, Daisuke finds himself in a perpetual cycle of poverty as he tries to survive in the bottom rung of society. When the world's first VRMMORPG, Sehreneti Online, is released to the public, he decides to take a gamble by borrowing a buttload of money from some shady people to propel his hack-selling side hustle into the big leagues. After nearly getting his leg twisted into a pretzel for failing to pay off his loan on time, Daisuke decides to put his plan, Operation Jupiter, into action. Although a cool-sounding name, he didn't seem to be in Lady Luck's good graces that day. After uploading the code into his capsule and commencing the startup, everything goes haywire, booting his consciousness into the virtual world. When Daisuke comes to, he finds himself as a newborn fresh out the meat oven—and, of course, his circumstances are far from ideal. Apparently, he is still poor, but instead of being an orphan, he is now the son of a prostitute in the slums, with seemingly no connection to the game system or the real world. How will Daisuke overcome this trial, and will he be able to return to the real world? If you enjoy GameLit and LitRPG light novels such as Sword Art Online, Solo Leveling, The Rising of the Shield Hero, and That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime, then you'll definitely enjoy this epic tale! --------------------------------------------- Support me by checking out the link below: » Linktree: https://linktr.ee/vaughnrrschneider » Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/VaughnSchneider

The MC transmigrates into Narutoverse in the body of a civilian orphan. Luckily for him, the transmigration results in chakra being unlocked. Follow the story of the MC as he grows in power and stabilizes himself into the world of ninjas and trains to be the strongest.  Warning :  1. The MC won't be op for a long time. All his power would be gained via hard work and training over years (so if u want an op mc right from the word go, this one ain't for you) 2. No harem (probably no romance either) 3. There will be a lot of killing (maybe gore too, not sure if I can do gore right though) 4. The story will start slow. Quite a few of initial chapters will be around training, orphanage and academy life, instead of directly becoming a Genin. 5. MC is a careful person, he won't put his life at risk unless there is no other choice. 6. I haven't read (nor will be reading) Baruto. So Baruto plotline won't be considered much in here. What to expect : 1. Smart and consistent MC  2. Lots of training 3. MC manipulating the plot to his advantage 4. A lot of original arcs.  5. Plot will mostly stay the same (at least till Shippuden), but I won't repeat any scenes/dialogues that took place in the manga (as I'm assuming you've already read it). Disclaimer : I don't own Naruto or its characters (except the original characters I create). The image used in the cover isn't mine and belongs to R. J PS : It's my first fanfic, I'm hoping it turns out good. All reviews and constructive criticisms are welcome. Grammar and English should be fine, but I'm not sure how good the dialogues and scenarios will be. Hopefully I'll improve as this fanfic progresses forward.

Title: Silent Strokes When silence speaks louder than words. Synopsis/Blurb: For five long years, Iris Blackwood has chosen silence over words, her voice buried beneath the weight of a haunting tragedy. In a world that demands constant communication, her notebook becomes her shield and her voice. To her classmates, she’s a puzzle—an enigma they either mock or ignore. But to Cassian Gray, the school’s enigmatic top student and secret artist, Iris is more than a mystery. She’s his muse. When an unforeseen event forces Iris and Cassian into an unexpected partnership for a major school competition, their worlds collide in ways neither could predict. As Cassian sketches the girl behind the notebook and Iris uncovers the boy behind the perfect façade, sparks fly—but so do complications. Cassian has secrets of his own, secrets that could either save Iris or destroy them both. In a high school buzzing with drama, secrets, and budding emotions, Iris must decide if she’s ready to confront her past, reclaim her voice, and risk her heart—or if staying silent is the only way to survive.

Excerpt: “Come on, babe, let’s do it,” Alex murmured, his lips still brushing softly against hers. She pulled back slightly, her eyes locking with his. “Do you have it?” she asked, her voice steady, but her cheeks flushed. Alex paused, his lips hovering mid-air as confusion flickered in his gaze. He stared at her, trying to process. “condom,” she clarified, her face now turning even redder. ……… Daisy seeks revenge for her father’s murder, but falls in love with the mafia lord responsible. Pregnant and torn between love and vengeance, she must confront a devastating truth—and a deadly choice. Excerpt 2: “You’re really going to walk away from this?” she managed to ask, her voice steady now, but her hands shook beneath the table. “Just like that? After everything?” “Yes,” Alex said simply, his voice detached, as if they were talking about something trivial. “I don’t have a choice.” Daisy stood up abruptly, the chair scraping harshly against the floor. Every eye in the restaurant seemed to turn toward her, but she didn’t care. The room spun as she struggled to steady herself. She glanced at him one last time—a fleeting, desperate look that said everything she couldn’t put into words. “No,” she said, her voice now trembling with emotion. “No. I can’t… I can’t do this. I won’t let you decide this for me.”

"Your boss doesn't deserve you," Clifford revealed. "Why are you telling me all this?" I narrowed my eyes at him. "Because I want you for myself. You're the woman of my dreams." Compared to how he behaved when he came to deliver stuff to me, he was very blunt now. "What if I don't like you back?" "I'll wait, after all, I'm good at that." He didn't look fazed. "Why me? I don't even own a business of my own." I told him. "You don't need to own a business, Arleen. It's just you I need." "What do you need me for?" "I need you to be my woman, that's all." He answered. **** Arleen Theodore is a secretary who is in love with her boss, Damion Clinton, but he doesn't love her back although he's aware but acts ignorant. Whereas, Clifford Edson, Arleen's delivery guy secretly loves her and tries to find any chance he gets to deliver things to her. BUT when the boss comes in contact with the delivery guy, things go haywire…. could it be that the delivery guy brought out mixed feelings from Damion towards Arleen? Or is the delivery guy Damion Clinton's untold truth?

Amidst the eerie silence of an unfamiliar hall, a cacophony of confused voices rose, mingling in a chorus of bewilderment. "Where are we?" "What happened?" "I thought I died!" Each utterance hung in the air, a testament to the collective disbelief gripping the room. As the haze of confusion lifted, disjointed memories surfaced, fragments of lives cut short by tragedy. "I remember... I was stabbed..." ventured one voice, echoed by another's affirmation of a similar fate. "I... I died in a plane crash," muttered a third, only to be met with a stunned agreement from a fellow survivor. Amidst the chaos of bewildered voices, one man stood apart, his expression a mask of contemplation amidst the turmoil. As his companions recounted their brushes with death, his mind churned with questions, each more confounding than the last. "I got shot... I remember it vividly," he murmured to himself, his voice barely audible above the din. "So how am I still here?" The enigma of their shared resurrection gnawed at him, compelling him to seek answers in the depths of his memories. With each revelation of a paired demise—a male and female, bound by the same tragic fate—a flicker of recognition ignited within him. "This... this seems familiar," he mused, the pieces of a puzzle slowly coalescing in his mind. But the picture remained incomplete, obscured by the fog of uncertainty that shrouded their surroundings. As the words "pairs, pairs, pairs" echoed in his mind like a cryptic mantra, a sudden realization struck him with the force of a revelation. "It can't be... don't tell me..." he whispered, his voice trembling with disbelief. With a sense of urgency, he began to scan his surroundings, searching for any sign or clue that could confirm his suspicions. Then, as if guided by an unseen force, his gaze shifted upwards, and there, bathed in an ethereal light, stood an angelic figure with golden apparel, its gaze fixed upon him with a warm smile. The sight took his breath away, filling him with a mixture of awe and trepidation. The man's heart raced as faced a real angel, his mind struggling to comprehend the surreal encounter unfolding before him. The angel's words, spoken with an air of amusement, only deepened the enigma shrouding their meeting. "I never expected anyone to notice me," the angel remarked, a hint of playfulness in its voice. "I was concealing my presence to let everyone fully calm down, but to think someone noticed me. Just who are you?" Ethan's disbelief and confusion intensified at the angel's question. "Eh... Ethan Rivers," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. As Aurelia, the angel, finally revealed himself to the bewildered assembly, a hush fell over the room, each soul drawn in by his radiant presence and commanding aura. Ethan's gaze lingered on Aurelia. "Greetings, lost souls," Aurelia declared, his voice resonating with a majestic power that seemed to fill the very air around them. "I am Aurelia, and I shall be your guide to your new life." As Aurelia extended his arms in a gesture of welcome, Ethan felt a surge of rage and hesitation, "This it bad, really bad."

Do you ever imagine there's another world running right beside ours? . . . “Why don’t we put this in?" A woman speaks, her voice smooth, almost affectionate. “Nah, that’s too overpowered. Let’s add something different. Something… darker.” Then, a man’s voice interrupts, firm and unyielding. “Hey! Why don’t we make him a vampire?” The woman’s voice perks up, excited. A chill goes through me. Make what! vampire? Who! Me?! What—what are they talking about? The man lets out a skeptical grunt. “A vampire? Sure, that’s interesting, but it's too OP. Let's add something to balance it.” “Okay, okay,” she says, her tone still light, as though designing some casual new toy. “But let’s change the species—no blood-sucking from humans. It’s been done to death, too cliché right?” Blood-sucking? Humans? My mind spins. Are they actually talking about turning me into… some kind of creature? “Well,” the man chuckles, “there’s plenty else he could prey on in this world, isn’t there? We’ll give him something else to feed on.” The voices continue, completely oblivious to my horror. I lie helpless, only able to listen as they throw around options, shaping me, deciding my fate. My heart—if I even have one—pounds in the emptiness. I can’t see, move, or speak. But in their hands, I’m becoming something, one twisted decision at a time.

It was a very normal day for the inhabitants of planet Earth when an emotionless robotic voice resounded in every creature's mind. "Unawakened Planet#54673242 discovered" "Initiating Awakening" When mankind had finally adapted to these changes, the voice of the System rang once again. "Tutorial has ended. A war will be initiated for the ownership of Planet#54673242." Mankind fought long and hard but they were still no match for their enemies. Mankind lost. Ezekiel or Zeke as his friends knew him, was a researcher. He was one of the wisest humans and there was a spear sticking through his chest. As he was dying, he heard the System's voice. "Activation prerequisites met." "Activating Skill: Glitch???" "Remaining Uses: None" The last thing he heard before dying was, "You human vermin finally lost. This planet now belongs to the...wait! What is happening? Why is the Sys@#$%@$..." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This is a regression novel. Also, check out my other book, Chaos Chronicles: Rise of the Cosmic Archon[Remastered] Cover by Forteller. For comissions, contact him at: maxisjay7@gmail.com

Dark Hex: The Eternal Curse When nineteen-year-old Kael Ashveil unwittingly awakens a cursed relic, he’s thrust into Devil’s Arcadia, a nightmarish realm where shadows are alive, survival is a game of wits, and power comes at a devastating cost. Marked as one of the Hexborne, Kael gains the ability to forge weapons from pure shadow—an advantage that could save his life, but one that also eats away at his sanity. In this world, every step is treacherous, every ally hides a secret, and every victory brings him closer to corruption. As whispers of an ancient prophecy name him the key to the cursed realm’s salvation—or destruction—Kael is hunted by the sinister Warden of Shadows, a creature bent on bending him to its will. With a battle-hardened mentor, a light-wielding outsider, and a mischievous shadow creature at his side, Kael must navigate a perilous journey to the heart of the Blighted Citadel. The fate of both Devil’s Arcadia and the mortal world hinges on a single choice: embrace the dark power within and risk losing himself—or destroy it and doom them all. In a realm where every shadow hides a threat, Kael must master his curse before it consumes him. Survival is the only rule. Redemption is a distant dream.

Infected with some sort of Parasite, Paris is a student in college that has struggled with voices in the back of his head. For as long as he's been alive, has dealt with them until someone comes along to help get rid of the voices. Lena and Leon are dealt with the task of helping Paris get his life fixed or end it. Unsure what to do or how to do it, they travel with Paris to Chicago in hopes of finding help from a god, only one from great Norse Mythology.

For three grueling years, Lia served as a dutiful servant to the cold, arrogant billionaire Adrian Blackwell, enduring his cruelty and dismissiveness. Her only solace was the mysterious voice that guided her—a voice promising her a staggering reward of $50 million if she obeyed every one of Adrian’s commands. On the final day, as the clock struck midnight, Lia’s sacrifice was rewarded. The money was hers, tax-free, as promised. Without looking back, she vanished, determined to start a new life. But Adrian couldn’t let her go. For reasons even he couldn’t explain, her absence left a void he couldn’t ignore. When their paths crossed again, he demanded she return to him, only to discover someone unexpected in her life—a suave, enigmatic man who claimed to be her lover. The twist? Lia had no recollection of him, yet his voice was eerily familiar. Caught between a man who mistreated her but now seeks redemption, and another whose existence defies logic, Lia is drawn into a whirlwind of secrets, love, and betrayal. As she pieces together the truth, Lia discovers that the voice guiding her may have been far more than it seemed—and the stakes of her choice might go beyond money, love, or even life itself.

A broken heart, shattered trust, and a mind drowning in torment—she seeks freedom from a world that only knows how to hurt her. Under the full moon’s cold light, her final choice echoes a haunting question: Can true peace only be found in the silence of escape?

For an eternity Alfie aimlessly drifts through an endless void unable to do anything but stare into pure emptiness. That is until a star like object appears in the distance, pulling the once aimless Alfie towards it. Descending into a new world, Alfie acquires a system but it goes haywire restricting much of it's capabilities. Without his cheat code will Alife survive his adventures?

There is a guilding voice that has been leading and directing Onyedikachi Ibinike into trials and tribulations to forge him into the hero that Wazobia needs . Will he accept it or throw it away. the choice is his.

Discord link :-https://discord.gg/VYpeADXd38 join for character artworks *ZZZr Zzrz Zzrzzr* However, an additional source disturbed his sleep, filling the room with a buzzing sound. The boy furrowed his brows in annoyance, his eyes still closed. He searched his surroundings and discovered a glass-like slab. With closed eyes, he slid his finger across it and placed it near his ear. "Hello..." he mumbled in his drowsy voice, which carried a hint of depth. "Hey, Pissed-up Prat, where are you?" a voice laced with disdain emanated from the slab. The boy, referred to as the "Pissed-up Prat" by the irritating female voice, recognized it as a voice he heard frequently but couldn't recall its owner. With his eyes still closed, he inquired, "Who is this?" "What do you mean, 'who is this'? Wake up, come home, or eat shit for breakfast if you prefer!" the voice behind the transparent slab retorted before falling silent. The boy, still not fully awakened, gazed at the half-opened glass slab with a mixture of confusion and surprise. As his eyes darted around the room, he became increasingly shocked. As he recollected the fragmented memories from the night before he lost consciousness, his gaze fell upon the entrance of the shop. Once old and damp, it now bore a different appearance. While not transformed into a luxurious space, it had undergone improvements compared to its previously dilapidated state. The shop took on a rectangular shape, with one longer side adorned with wooden shelves intricately patterned. Rows of empty glass jars lined these shelves. On the opposite side, there was another wooden shelf, also displaying empty jars. Towards the beginning of the counter, where the boy had been sleeping, there stood a peculiar machine. Confusion etched across his face, he murmured to himself, "Whose shop is this?" In response to his question, a mechanical voice resonated in his mind. [The Omnistore belongs to you, host.]

I’ve spent three years serving the cold and ruthless Alexander Hawke. Fifty million dollars was promised for my obedience, but at what cost? The closer I get to freedom, the more I realize how entangled my fate is with his—and with a shadowy force I can’t escape. Just when I think I’m free, a stranger appears in my life. Nathaniel Blackwood claims he’s been with me all along, and the voice I thought was my conscience? It’s his. Now I’m caught between two men—one who holds the key to my past and the other who threatens to destroy my future. Alexander says he wants to make amends, but how can I trust him after all he’s done? Nathaniel promises to help me unravel the truth, but I can’t shake the feeling that he's hiding something. Who can I believe when my life is built on lies? And when the stakes are higher than I ever imagined, who will pay the price for my escape? Will I choose the man who’s owned me, or the stranger who claims he always has? Secrets, betrayal, and the heart-wrenching truth await—what will Alexander find when everything is laid bare?

In the era of world evolution, myths and legends of supernatural beings begin resurfacing. People awaken abilities related to their beliefs and cultures. Many compete to survive, some to dominate and those that exist to destroy. Who arises from the corpses of millions, Who will stand to rule or be among those that rule, who shall leave a mark in this era of chaos and destruction?

Meiganon She was an assassin in her previous life; while on a mission, she died as a result of an ambush; she thought it was the last of her, but she was abruptly awakened and had an additional weird voice in her brain. The voice eventually revealed itself to be a system, and it was the one who restored her; he warned her that it has a task for her, and if she refuses to complete it, she will die again. Well, what's the mission? Bring it on, Meiganon told the system, knowing she isn't one to back down from a mission.

"You have gained the First Legacy," the voice said. "The power of the Starborn." Li Yunshi had no idea what this power meant. He had no idea what to do next. But one thing was certain. His life would never be the same again.

With the rising tide of steam power and machinery, who can come close to being a Beyonder? Shrouded in the fog of history and darkness, who or what is the lurking evil that murmurs into our ears? Waking up to be faced with a string of mysteries, Zhou Mingrui finds himself reincarnated as Klein Moretti in an alternate Victorian era world where he sees a world filled with machinery, cannons, dreadnoughts, airships, difference machines, as well as Potions, Divination, Hexes, Tarot Cards, Sealed Artifacts… The Light continues to shine but mystery has never gone far. Follow Klein as he finds himself entangled with the Churches of the world—both orthodox and unorthodox—while he slowly develops newfound powers thanks to the Beyonder potions. Like the corresponding tarot card, The Fool, which is numbered 0—a number of unlimited potential—this is the legend of "The Fool."

The mystical kingdom of Estria is at war. Ruled by the High Order—a council of the higher races with an iron grip on knowledge and power—the land faces a rebellion desperate to break free from their control. Hex, a determined survivor, fights on the side of the Order, driven by the strange, ancient powers he gained from one of their ancient ruins. But as the conflict deepens, he begins to realize that all is not as it seems, and survival may depend on knowing friend from foe. Amid betrayal, hidden motives, and powers long thought lost, Hex must decide where he stands in a kingdom where every choice has a price.