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How To Evolve A Fireball

In the world of Elka, every awakened mage is granted a Grimoire — a living magical book that records their spells, achievements, and evolution paths. Spells aren’t static. They grow. They branch. They transform. For most mages, spell evolution is a game of instinct and talent — cast more, train harder, get lucky. But Arin Ember isn’t like most mages. He’s not even from this world. Transmigrated from a dying, magicless planet where survival depended on science, Arin sees magic not as mystery, but as code. And he’s obsessed with one spell: Fireball. The weakest, most basic spell in existence — and the only one he’ll ever use. While others chase power through variety, Arin dives into obsessive specialization. He dissects Fireball like a physicist. He refines it like a chemist. And in his blank, silent Grimoire, he begins rebuilding it from the ground up — not just evolving it, but rewriting its magical genome. Because in Elka, every spell is built on a hidden structure: mana-sequence code, a chain of runes and elemental instructions like living DNA. It governs everything — from power output to elemental behavior to spell adaptability. And Arin? He’s the first person insane enough to treat it like genetic engineering. Through experimentation, failure, and relentless theory-crafting, he transforms his Fireball into: A self-replicating flame with controlled mitosis A plasma-based projectile that adapts to air density A sentient spark that learns mid-combat And a superheated core spell capable of atomizing magic barriers They call him talentless. They call him obsessed. But soon, may call him something else: The Father of Spell Genetics. The One-Spell Monster. The Fireball Architect.
SizzlingCoal · 593 Views

Realm of the Transcendants

"Where should I go now?", he sighed. Naoki Ozawa had always considered himself "lost" and devoid of a "reason to live" after the death of his mother. Ironically, it was that lack of purpose and desire that had made him cross the realm of a universe that needed those two in order to survive and become stronger. Out of all the worlds in that universe, he was transported to the world of Zenia, a world dominated by women, where the supreme deity despises men and had not blessed them with much world energy and great aptitude. In this realm, where the soul is the foundation of strength, feeding on other souls in order to be powerful is commonplace. A place where might makes right and the weak are left behind with little to no opportunities. He soon finds out that he's not strong and is pathetically weak, unable to even beat the weakest monster. However, he later saw that he possessed a strange talent—the ability to comprehend souls. In a world of medieval fantasy x cultivation, we follow the story of Naoki as he finds his way into a universe unbeknownst to his own. 》 ART: https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1D8kp2S5pwOxTgE-vR2bkH7DTlDLlBBJ_?usp=sharing 》For mobile Webnovel users: bit.ly/RoT_Art ✥ Author's Words: 【After, multiple considerations, I will be writing 1000 words instead of 3000 words per chapter from volume 2 onwards :3. Naturally the length of each volume will remain the same. (15k+ words). This will mean faster releases and less laziness on my part. Thanks for reading!】 「ALL OF MY ART IS AI GENERATED, BUT I'D APPRECIATE IT IF YOU CREDIT MY NOVEL AND INFORM ME IF YOU ARE PLANNING TO USE THEM.」 》While this is technically Harem, this is not some dumpster fire-level trash that only seeks to fulfill male fantasy—if you are here for it, then better try elsewhere. 》This is similar to Japanese Light Novels—so expect that the novel will be like so. 》I sincerely believe in Dialogue > Narration because I like seeing characters develop rather than some all-knowing narrator spoon-feeding every piece of information. It's also more interesting to read characters speak than reading plain text in my opinion. Although, there are instances, especially when a character is alone, that I mostly fill with narration.
Lacyan · 148.3K Views

Multiversal Adventure: Growing Stronger Everytime I die

I die, and I get stronger. Every time I kick the bucket, I not only jump into another world—but I also rack up all kinds of insane rewards! To enjoy a carefree life in the main world—a radioactive wasteland straight out of a nightmare—I have to keep dying in every other world I visit! Some say I’m insane. Others think I’m some selfless martyr who always takes the hit for his team. But let me make one thing clear: I’m not here to be a hero. I just want everyone to beat me to death! And if you can’t kill me? Then sorry—I’ll kill you instead. What’s that? You’re wondering how I keep coming back after dying? How I’ve already reached “Stage Two”? Tsk. Isn’t that just standard issue for every overpowered protagonist? Alright, let’s start small. Goal #1: Let Godzilla blast me in the face with his atomic breath! World Travelled #Fallout #The Amazing Spider-Man —————————————————— name: 每次死亡都变得更强大:我在宇宙世界不断寻求死亡 author: 牛大人 —————————————————— I translate Chinese fanfictions from the following websites: LOFTER ,JJWXC, qidian AO3. You can find the originals at the following details I have respectably provided as I support these chinese writers! If you want to read more there’s 15, 30, 50 chapters there of my written fanfictions and translated works in my Pat.Reon. Here is the link: https://patreon.com/Lord_Oozebane?utm_medium=unknown&utm_source=join_link&utm_campaign=creatorshare_creator&utm_content=copyLink And if you can’t find it just type my name: patreon.com/Lord_Oozebane
Lord_Oozebane · 12.9K Views

I Hacked The Cycle of Rebirth

Liam was a normal person, slightly overweight, friend–and girlfriend–less, and always short of sleep. The little achievement he had under his belt was launching a nuclear missile toward Jepan from Chine when one of his favourite airing animes got cancelled due to some stupid policies. Of course, he didn't actually launch a missile, he just hacked the global radars into thinking like he had. Another small merit he had was slightly disturbing the world's economy when his snob-nosed uncle with shit in his mouth flaunted about investing in stocks. Liam now made sure to throw a few pennies his way whenever he saw him on some corner-side with his bowl. Was Liam normal? Yes, a normal human boy. Was Liam maybe a genius? Yes, the greatest hacker to have ever been born! Haunting the world with his mischief, and being hunted by the governments worldwide with not a trace of his existence known, Liam, the self-proclaimed "Slightly Mischievous Normal Hacker", dies in his sleep after being heart-broken at the heroine in the anime that didn't end up with the character he wanted. But would that be the end of his journey? When after his death he finds that every single atom of the universe has a specific 'code'. Where even the beating of a heart or a simple step like walking has its own coding. Or are there going to be universe-rending changes as in a foolish attempt of trying to observe the codes of the universe, he finds himself disturbing the cycle of life and death— and getting himself reincarnated!!
RedDeadNight · 1.8K Views

I'll time-travel to mentor legends across eras

I was squatting on the steps of the Acropolis, clutching the terracotta goblets I had just bought, and watching this old man with bare feet bickering in the marketplace. The olive crown on his head was tilted to one side, his old robes were stained with mud, but his eyes shone as if they were burning through marble pillars. "Is this young Socrates?" I poked at the golden ball of light floating in the air. "Are you sure he's not a vagabond?" "Target Intelligence Level detected: SSS." The cold voice of the system sounded in the ear, "The host is advised to immediately perform the task of receiving students, remaining time: 2 hours 59 minutes." I touched the linen bag around my waist, which contained the system's "starter pack" - a bag of Skittles, two spring-loaded fist toys, and three glowing glass marbles. According to the instructions, these 21st century gadgets will conquer any ancient sage. "Get out of the way!" A rude roar interrupted my thoughts. Three strong men in purple cloaks pushed through the crowd, the leader with a bronze dagger at his side. Socrates, you are again deluding the citizens with your fallacies! The consul has decreed..." I jumped up and hit my lower back against the pillar and gasped in pain. The system said failure would turn me into a hamster, and I don't want to store food for winter on my fuzzy cheeks. When the strong man's fist was about to touch the tip of Socrates' nose, I swung my spring fist. "Snap!" Bronze wrist guards collide with plastic fists, and springs suddenly stretch like a silver snake around a strong man's wrist. The crowd exclaimed, and even Socrates widened his eyes. I slipped Skittles into his hand. "Taste this, the nectar of the gods from Mount Olympus." The blue-robed philosopher licked the colored candy hesitantly, and his gray beard popped up. "Sweet! And fruity! Young man, are you the atomic messenger of Democritus?" "Detected the target character's favorability +50%," the system's voice suddenly becomes cheerful, "invite the host to philosophical enlightenment." I stared at the ripped socks sticking out of the corner of Socrates' robe, and suddenly remembered what I had read in my high school textbook. In 399 BC, the philosopher would drink poisoned wine for "corrupting the youth." Now, like a child, he was handing out candy to the wildcats by the road, and the purple cloaks were stamping their feet with anger. "Sir," I pulled out the last item, "would you like to play a triage game?" The glowing glass marble rolled in the palm, reflecting a rainbow of light, "Truth is like this bead, every facet is a part of the truth." As soon as Socrates' fingers touched the marble, something strange happened. The pearl burst into the sky, casting holograms - a 3D model of the Academy of Athens 2,000 years later, with scholars in suits shuttling between the marble columns. The old philosopher was so excited that he knocked over the clay pot: "How beautiful! This is the embodiment of dialectics!" "Congratulations to the host for completing the first Act!" The system bursts into an electronic firecracker sound, "Acquire Skills: The Eye of Truth (can see through any sophistry)." Next time: Florence, Spring 1503. I took a last look at Socrates, surrounded by citizens, who was making a boat out of candy wrappers to play with a wild cat. As the golden swirls unfolded beneath my feet, I heard him ask, "What should a disciple call a teacher?" "Victor Fool." I laughed and jumped into the time tunnel, and suddenly the system screamed, "Warning! Skittles wrapper left in B.C. --"
shiMe · 9.2K Views
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