Donald Duck Taxes

[There will be Some Mature Content!!] Reo Steal a SSS-Ranked Pendant and got chase down by a Two Faction Dark Aether and Union In a world where superpowers awakened and monsters emerged, humanity united under one banner. Or so it seemed. The Union, formed to protect the people, became corrupt—doubling taxes, silencing dissent, and ruling the cities with an iron fist. Behind them stood untouchable elites who could do anything they pleased. Opposing them from the shadows is Dark Aether, a villainous group of unmatched strength and twisted ideologies. And caught in between... were the innocent. Reo suffered under both factions. In his final breath, he swore an oath: If I get another chance… I’ll burn both of them to the ground. Reincarnated into a younger body, Reo awakens in a school building, bruised and battered from yet another beating—this time by someone backed by the Union. has been bullying this body A screen flashes before him. [SYSTEM ACQUIRED] [Goddess seducing System] [Could Summon Goddess +1] What starts as a path of vengeance and filled with danger Reo can grow stronger by pleasuring the summoned Goddess and fulfilling The System needs and Make history Carving his Path Being the Fastest Human too have Grown Stronger also having his ability in Reo Past Life Cloning ability A modern-era revenge fantasy laced with power, mystery, and dangerously tempting blessings. The world is 100 times larger than Earth, and so is the scale of betrayal—and the pleasure that comes with vengeance. --- and basically summary Weapon Crafting That Reo stole the body posessing it and Cloning Power was Reo ability in his Past life and The system was not supposed too be in Reo hand's but the SSS-Ranked Pendant he used stole it and possessed the body ultimately getting the system if you want adventures with some +18 that the world is extremely vast People Schemed Different regions that are 20x larger than Earth [Gifts For Extra Chapters :)]

When her father passed away, her mother married into a large family. She thought it'll be a new beginning of her life, but it only brought her an substitute marriage to a disabled husband her step-sister didn't want. On the second day of their marriage, the noble and aloof man said indifferently, "Divorce or live as a widow, choose one." She pulled off his suit pants and touched his firm and sexy thigh, "I choose the third option!" Latter, she used her medical skills to healing and saving people, including her disabled husband, who turned out to be a hidden billionaire! Nobles and celebrities sought medical advice, flocking to her like ducks. Those who humiliated her regretted it deeply, begging for mercy on their knees. The billionaire smiled proudly, "My wife is a treasure, only her husband knows it!" She rubbed her waist and gritted her teeth, "Didn't you say that you wanted a divorce and warned me to stay away from you?"

Create a bill that punishes corrupt officials with death!" But then they say: "Killing is against the law. They're human too, and have a right to live!" Damn those so-called Human Rights activists. Anyone running for office should serve the people, not exploit them. And yet, time and again— They hunger for power. They bend the laws. They steal the people’s taxes. I was nothing but a small internet café owner, struggling to pay bills. But my life changed when I stumbled upon someone in a dark web forum. A shadow with a code name, who taught me everything—from basic programming to breaching secure national servers. I became an anonymous whistleblower. Exposed corrupt politicians. Flooded social media with undeniable proof. But one night, I made a mistake. I forgot to activate my VPN. Forgot to scramble my signal. And they came. Secret agents. Black ops. They didn’t arrest me. They executed me. I thought that was the end. But fate had other plans. I woke up… not on Earth… …in a world ruled by mana and aura. A world where kingdoms rise and fall by the strength of their swordsmen and mages… …where corruption bleeds through nobility like poison in wine. And this time, I won’t make the same mistake. This time, I’ll burn their world from the inside out.

Demonic beings run rampant, and cultivators revere the bizarre as the Heavenly Dao. For an ordinary mortal to embark on the path of cultivation, they must gouge out their eyes, sever their limbs, and cut off their spiritual roots… Ren Qing, who transmigrated into this world, discovers that he can bypass the gruesome costs of cultivation thanks to a Divine Ability. [Blindless Method]: By devouring eyes, he cultivates to the peak, growing one hundred and six celestial eyes all over his body. [Poison Bone Art]: Soak one's skeleton in poisonous water for thirty-six days, then reimplant it into the body. At full mastery, no life can grow for a hundred li around him. [Book of the Dead]: Seal the Lao Gong, Yong Quan, Shen Men, and Yin Tang acupoints with iron nails and bury oneself underground for three years. Upon completion, one becomes ageless, undying, and indestructible. Alternative Titles: Weird Way of Immortality: I Can Avoid the Price TL note: This is a TL.

She just wanted to cook. Now she’s feeding the apocalypse. Marron Louvel was supposed to win Earth’s biggest cooking competition… but she died before the judges could take a bite. Now she’s stuck in a fantasy world with a rundown food stall, a grumpy talking bear, and a System that insists she’s an SSS-Grade Chef. Her first customer? A half-dead adventurer who cries after one bite of her duck fat fries. Her recipes from Earth don’t just taste good—they heal, buff, and change fates. She’s not interested in romance. But that hasn’t stopped knights, beastfolk, or demon lords from lining up for more than just seconds. To survive in a world ruled by cooking power, Marron must upgrade her stall, unlock legendary ingredients, and serve dishes so good they shake the heavens. Because in the world of Savoria, flavor is power—and one perfect bite can save a life.

Ava Summers is the perfect daughter: CEO material, straight-A student, and the only Summers twin with a functioning frontal lobe. She’s survived nineteen years of sharing air and eyebrow genes with Eva — a walking fire hazard who once tried to toast marshmallows on scented candles and nearly set the estate ablaze. So when their parents arranged a marriage to Zeke Ford — the kingdom’s favorite golden boy and serial flirt — Ava reluctantly took one for the family. That is, until Eva pulled a fast one: she spiked Ava’s margarita, slid a shady contract under her nose, and next thing you know… Ava’s waking up married to the wrong twin. Enter Zach Ford — the kingdom’s coldest man alive, walking gloom cloud, and accidental husband. He hasn’t cracked a smile since his mysterious fiancée, Orihime, died under suspicious circumstances. The Ford family thought Eva’s chaotic sunshine might fix him. Too bad they accidentally married him to Ava: a neurotic perfectionist who schedules emotional breakdowns like business meetings. Now Ava has to: Pretend she's totally in love with her emotionally constipated husband. Survive polite society, royal gossip, and unwanted foot rub offers from Shen Wang — her rich, clingy, disturbingly hot suitor who thinks “No” is short for “Not yet.” Figure out if Orihime is actually dead… or just hiding better than Zach hides his feelings. It was supposed to be a PR move. Instead, it’s a rom-com with fake love, real secrets, one stolen car, and at least two murder mysteries. With This Ring, I Loathe You—Yes, I Do: A chaotic enemies-to-lovers rollercoaster with tax fraud, unresolved trauma, and a love story that may or may not be court-admissible—because honestly, I am still in shambles on how to finish this novel without breaking me own phone screen or my heart. Let's see HAHAHA

Rejected by her mate, she had a one-night stand with a stranger the same day. Selene is ousted by her pack after she's discovered to be pregnant. She returns five years later, only for the Alpha of their pack, who happened to be her mate who rejected her, now wants her back. Will Selene forgive him and get back together? Who's the mysterious man from that night, the father of her triplets?

Just when it seemed like Hell broke loose—dimensional rifts opened, monsters poured in, and humanity awakened into powerful beings called Players—the world forgot one important thing: Taxes. With strength came arrogance. Players, now superior to normal citizens, stopped paying taxes. The Player Bureau Association became a joke. Governments collapsed. Power ruled. But Bennison Crowfield, a low-level IRS desk jockey with a burning hatred for tax dodgers, wasn't laughing. Then he awakened—not as a Mage, not as a Mythical Dragon Summoner—but as something far worse: a Tax Collector Class of unknown rank. Now armed with skills that can seize experience, stats, items, and even souls, Ben doesn’t just collect taxes—he enforces System Law. Refuse to pay? Get debuffed, sealed, or foreclosed. Even the rift gates themselves now owe back taxes. And whether you’re a level 500 raid boss, a god of lightning, or a smug Player flaunting your power—you will pay. Because nobody runs from the IRS.

Amelia's totally glitched. Not like a computer thing, but a straight-up reality bug. So, her folks had this "oopsie" at work, and BAM! Now she's a multi-universe GPS with cosmic ADHD. Her superpower? Boom, anywhere she thinks of. The catch? If she's thinking "wanna see a star get born" and then, like, "man, fries would be bomb right now," she ain't ending up in a nebula. Nope, potato planet. And yeah, the locals get kinda salty. Happens. Her only sidekick is Zig-Zag, this AI that's part demon, part totally failed life coach, all crammed into a busted Tamagotchi she uses as a keychain. His advice usually boils down to running or blowing stuff up. So helpful, right? And get this, her being a walking glitch set off the universe's fire alarm. Guess who showed up with the cosmic extinguisher? Dr. Qwakthulhu, a duck. Yeah, a freakin' metaphysical, all-powerful duck with glasses and the patience of a DMV worker on Friday afternoon. His mission? Find the bug (aka Amelia) and Ctrl+Alt+Delete her face. Now, Miss Paradox needs to ditch this cosmic duck and, like, majorly deal with the dumb stuff she thinks up. Will she find her jam? Save the universe? Probably not. But watching her try? Gonna be epic.

Alex Anderson, un jeune Afro-américain de 20 ans, mène une vie ordinaire à New York, élevé par sa mère célibataire avec ses deux frères jumeaux et sa petite sœur. Étudiant en cybersécurité et hacker de génie, il découvre par accident l’existence cachée du Murim — un univers souterrain où les arts martiaux ancestraux côtoient des technologies secrètes. Sans héritage mystique ni passé exceptionnel, Alex se révèle un prodige dans ce monde, progressant rapidement à travers les rangs modernes du Murim. Entre missions périlleuses à travers le globe et alliances inattendues, il devra apprendre à survivre et protéger ceux qu’il aime, tout en déjouant les intrigues et rivalités des puissantes sectes qui se cachent dans l’ombre.

OFFICIAL DIVINE ABSTRACT Subject: Yan Meigui, Great Goddess of Life, Luck, War, Tax Evasion, & 37 Other Domains (Job openings were plentiful last millennium. Pension plan? Cosmic.) STATUS REPORT: Supreme cosmic power? ✓ Omniscient wisdom? ✓ Ability to warp reality on a whim? ✓✓✓ Escaping soul-crushing, eternity-spanning boredom? ...Error 404. Heaven’s predictable. So predictable. Brunch with Buddha? He always orders avocado toast. Armageddon committee meetings? Agenda item 3: Apocalypse rescheduling (raincheck for Ragnarök). Yan’s only escape? Binge-reading mortal fiction. So much drama! So much chaos! So much… unpredictability. Then—A Divine Epiphany™: “Hear me out…” Yan whispered to the void (HR was on lunch break). “What if… I just… GO INTO the stories? Experience the drama firsthand? Maybe… tweak a few plot points? For, uh, narrative enhancement?” OBJECTIONS OVERRULED: “Are those worlds even real?” scoffed the Angel of Pedantic Queries. Yan's secretary. Yan waved a hand. Puff. He became a very confused garden gnome. “Well, OBVIOUSLY they’re real,” she declared, adjusting her war helmet (doubles as a knitting basket). “Where else would all these weird ideas come from? Mortals aren’t that creative.” MISSION PARAMETERS: Descend Immediately. Heavenly predictability = Terminated. Experience ALL THE STORIES. Romance! Intrigue! That one is about competitive cheese rolling! Optional Objective: Introduce "Controlled Narrative Enhancements" (a.k.a. Make Some Chaos™). ARMED WITH: Divine boredom A slightly used "World-Hopping VIP Pass" (expires: never) Zero understanding of mortal consequences (It’s fine! She’s Goddess of Luck, too!) WARNING: Reality stability not guaranteed. Mortal sanity optional. All stories are subject to divine "editorial input." CURRENT LOCATION: Chapter 1, Page 1... somewhere. Probably involving velociraptors. Or sentient badgers. Maybe both. Let the games begin!

(Rewrite of the original TSLS, unsure if its allowed but hopefully this rewrite is better than the original. And yes, I am the same author of the original, so if you'd like to read the original (unadvised), it is still public.) Satoya Murayama, a guy who daydreamed, zoned out, and barely paid attention to life, finally reached 19. After his birthday, he wakes up from an odd dream with the sudden motivation to step out of his comfort zone and attempt at doing something meaningful for once. What he doesn’t realize… is that the world he’s been ignoring for his whole life, is a lot bigger — and far more dangerous — than he ever imagined. But what if this is just a mere draft, a draft made by a desperate author to craft something because of her pathetic ordeal? A last story — for a story that never ended — with her being in the center of fault? -▇he ▇ru▇▇lin▇ L▇c▇▇ D▇▇▇▇

Braken was a broke, hungry 16-year-old rapper — surviving off scraps, ducking gunfire, and dreaming of a better life. One wrong step, and he caught a hundred bullets in the chest. But death wasn’t the end. He wakes up in a new world… as a baby. No electricity. No cities. Just mana, monsters, swords, and a wooden cabin in the slums. Raised by an old woman who teaches him magic instead of math, Braken never forgets where he came from — or what he died chasing. Now 12, he’s built his first gun in a world where guns don’t exist. He’s enrolling in a magical academy full of nobles who look down on kids from the gutters. But Braken? He don’t bend. He talks slick, hits hard, and moves like a street ninja. From inventing mana-powered Dracos, to dodging nobles, peeking in bathhouses, and building underground fight clubs — Braken’s here to eat, win, and live like the king he never got to be.

READ! READ! READ! Recommended to read full! Highly.(The Synopsis OFC.) Haruta is a normal College going guy who is 19 and loves to go out and play soccer or do other pysically training stuff--A typical Hero stuff--where he takes care of everyone whether they are his family or neighbour or somebody else. But one day he feels that shi* ain't his stuff--Like He does it to make others happyy--but it's just not his thing--He doesn't like it. A bit. And so, Discovering his new self--he finds out that rather than helping and moving others to positivity--he likes something else--Something that has been buried dee inside his heart--for the long--longest time. And he's just discovering it now. The new thing he likes--is inflicting others pain--not physical ones but emotionally. But he doesn't do it to all. He does it to the people who are bad to others--the ones who desereve it--just so he could explain it to his last good fragment that's still left inside of him. But for how long can he keep himself from choosing his victims sanely--Nobody knows--even Haruta does not. And so begins the journey of a good guy--turned Villan. Join Haruta in this World of good and evil as he forces his way through the most Evil of society. Also: There's Transmigration--later in the story. A quick note: I'm just doing this novel as an experiment rather than a real work--just to see how these books do that I think ideas of sitting ducks in my room. So don't expect grammar or anything else--My english will be the same as this synopsis--Good or Bad? You decide. Feel free to point shi out in the comments so I can check or correct it. Also: What You can expect from this novel: Regular Updates. Multiple Updates. Too much Updates Updates Updates. What You can't expect: Totally on point grammar and English--I'll use translators if you want--tho I'm already using it for my other novels and it makes the process 20x slow-- So I'll just update here as I write. And Yes Enjoy! The Event happens in our modern world, I'll change the name of places Irl so There won't be any backlash--tho I doubt I'll get any. And yes. Hope you Enjoy it! Also: The story changes from modern world to transmigration ones shi is done and I decide--that's it--go to another world now--You been too much menace already at this place. So yea.. I hope you got the point. Enjoy! And yea F* English. Tags Additional: Anti-hero | Beauty | Egoist | Dragon | Myth | Transmigration | Smut | Academy | Romance | Face slapping | Conquer | Kingdom building | World Building | Future | Myth | Magic | Super pwer | Apocalypse | Harem | Genius | Comedy | Mystery | Unprincipled | Fastpaced | Hot-blooded | Action | Adventure

Dans un monde où l'astéroïde qui est tombé sur la terre à causer la naissance d'un êtres presque immortelle,et la naissance d'une énergie cosmique appeller par les artistes martiaux le ki et par les mage le mana ,nous suivons l'histoire du premier êtres à êtres né de ce phénomène Il est né d’un monde qui s’est effondré. Irradié par une force qui transcende le temps, Ashar ne vieillit pas, ne dort presque jamais, ne peut pas mourir. Il a traversé les âges. Il a vu l’humanité ramper, puis s’élever, puis retomber. Il a aimé, enseigné, détruit, fui. À chaque époque, il a cherché un sens à son existence. Aujourd’hui, dans une ère où l’art martial et la magie sont devenu un mode de vie, il contrôle le monde dans l'ombre Mais la mémoire du monde revient à lui. Et il se demande : L’humanité a-t-elle changé, ou répète-t-elle son éternel combat contre elle-même ?

“You don’t remember me yet,” the naked man whispered, smoke curling from his lips, “but your body does.” When ice-cold CEO Devon Vale signs off on the purchase of a cursed, long-abandoned estate, he thinks it's just another tax-deductible asset. But the moment he steps foot into the house, the air turns thick—sweet, heavy, intoxicating—and dust begins to rise. And then it forms a man. Naked. Horned. Smirking. Ash. A creature of smoke, scales, and secrets. He says they’ve met before. He says Devon is his mate. He says the bond has never been broken—only buried. Devon doesn't believe in magic. Or fate. But he can't explain the burn in his blood, the ache beneath his skin, or why this stranger's touch feels like a memory he never made. As forgotten desires awaken and ancient instincts reignite, Devon finds himself spiraling into a bond forged long ago—and a betrayal even older. Now the question isn't what Ash is. It's what Devon was. And whether he can forgive what neither of them remembers.

In Echoes of Eternity: Tales Across Time and Cosmos, dive into a mesmerizing anthology where time bends, realities fracture, and the human spirit grapples with the infinite. From a digital utopia where the creator questions immortality to a cursed village where the ocean whispers truths, these 40 stories weave sci-fi, fantasy, horror, and heartwarming tales into a tapestry of wonder and dread. A linguist decodes an alien signal that rewinds time. A raccoon saves a vanishing library. A mech pilot confronts her war machine’s haunting memories. Each chapter unveils a new world—whether it’s a dystopian society taxing rain, a seamstress stitching vengeance, or a high school swapping students across multiverses. With twist endings, cosmic stakes, and emotional depth, this collection explores identity, sacrifice, and the echoes that linger across eternity. Perfect for fans of Black Mirror, Neil Gaiman, and The Twilight Zone, these bite-sized epics deliver thrills, chills, and heart in every serialized chapter. Will you unravel the mysteries before reality itself blinks?

can you imagine a reincarnation going terribly horribly wrong well this is exactly that tax was a terribly evil soul in his life but some how he got reincarnated to a fantasy world and was supposed to save it but he knew nothing about fantasy or games he knew only how to harm and kill and torture and do whatever he wanted and he was very smart and calculated (definitely should give a read)

[BL— Warning: Adult content 18+. Extreme Smut every 20 - 30 chapters] "You," Augustine began, his voice firm and direct. "I'm making you an offer: we get married, immediately. This isn't a request, it's a demand." Augustine's uttered with a piercing gaze. Charles scoffed. “What type of bullshit is that?” He fired back. *** Augustine Wales is a cold CEO who is known as the most successful and influential business man in Country H. His name alone commanded respect, his steely gaze and cold demeanor strike fear into even the most hardened of hearts. He was a man of few words, each syllable weighted with the power of his position. On the eve of Augustine Wales 29th birthday, he received an unexpected call from his family, their demands clear and uncompromising: find a spouse, or forfeit your stake in the family's vast wealth and influence. In that very moment after receiving the phone call, the gaze of Augustine fell upon a young man named Charles Donald and without thinking twice, Augustine immediately made a proposal to Charles, but was met with a swift rejection. Augustine's proposal was rooted in desperation but little did he know that fate was drawing him toward a future he never could have predicted. "What will happen when Augustine Wales, the powerful CEO, finds himself unexpectedly falling for Charles Donald, a humble cleaner in his office?" "When Charles' deadly secrets rise to the surface, will their fragile bond shatter, or will their love prove strong enough to weather the storm?"

A (Mostly) Rational Guide to Total Chaos Waking up in another world is supposed to be cool, right? Magic! Monsters! Royal quests! But no one told me the laws of logic would be optional. Armed with nothing but my average intelligence, internet-era sarcasm, and a deep distrust of glowing treasure chests, I’m just trying to survive this fantasy world without getting eaten, cursed, or accidentally crowned king. So far, I’ve: Argued with a talking sword (he's passive-aggressive), Declined a suspicious "blessing" from a goddess with way too many eyes, And formed a party with a goblin who thinks taxes are a war crime. Join me as I test the limits of my real-world common sense against fireballs, ancient prophecies, and a kingdom whose entire economy is based on... cabbage? Spoiler: I'm not winning. But I am still alive. Probably.

I looked at him with utter contempt, my gaze as cold as frost spreading across my face: “You filthy poultry, what part of you thinks you're worthy of me?” I spat each word with biting clarity, holding nothing back. No matter how beautiful the human form he wore, he was still just a feathered beast at heart, no better than the chickens and ducks outside. The man before me was breathtakingly handsome, his sharp eyes like a hawk’s. Yet he didn’t flare up in anger. Instead, he let out a cold, mocking smile. Raising one hand, he gripped my chin tightly, eyes blazing like fire: “I am a Phoenix,” he growled: “King of all living things! And you dare compare me to common barnyard fowl? Do you want me to snap your neck right here?” But I didn’t flinch. Instead, I met his fury with a calm, deliberate smirk: “Go ahead. It’s not like you’ve ever had the guts to follow through.” He went silent for a few seconds, the tension thick between us. Then, all of a sudden, he released my chin, only to pull me into his arms, holding me so tightly it felt like he was afraid I might vanish. His voice dropped, no longer seething with rage, but laced with a strange tenderness: “Could you stop being so stubborn? I’ve given you everything... What more do I need to do to make you happy?” His embrace tightened again, desperate and trembling. As if letting go, even a little, would cause me to disappear. In his eyes, there was helplessness, pain, and something else rising to the surface, something raw, unnamed, and overpowering.

[Are you crippled?] [Did your fiancé break the engagement?] [Did you lose your family to a demon attack? Are you the last surviving member of your clan, seeking revenge?] [Does your family look at you with pity because you're the only one without any innate spiritual roots?] [Are you tired of being told that you're a 'waste of resources'?] [Are you stuck with no way to progress? Are you tired of being weak and helpless?] [Well, have no fear! This Supreme Master is here to help you!]

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read the story and know. dark world op mc. yamino died two times and become a soul and a dungeon master in abyss. but then he recieved a box from his future self. the box contains the a latter. the game of wars is coming. we need to be powerful enough to survive. congratulations Skill Name: Solo King Rank: SSS Type: King-Level (Sentient) Nature: Unique – One-of-a-kind in all known realms Origin: Born from Yamino’s soul, bound by fate, ambition, and divine authority Core Trait: The Solo King is not just a skill—it is a sovereign entity born from Yamino’s will. It has a will of its own, one that remains silent until life-threatening moments arise. This skill respects Yamino as its king, but it tests him often. As he grows, the Solo King evolves, unlocking its ten regal powers. --- Revealed Sub-Skills: (10/10) 1. King of Nothing Defeated beings become Yamino’s vassals—souls bound to him in loyalty and servitude. They lose their past and are reborn under his rule. He can summon and command them freely. > “Those who fall before the king… rise only in his name.” --- 2. King’s Tax Yamino absorbs 100,000x power from followers and 1,000,000x from defeated foes. The absorbed energy is stored in the "Royal Vault," used for strengthening, creation, or defense. > “The king does not borrow—he collects.” --- 3. King’s Aura A suppressive aura of dominance. All who are weaker feel fear, submission, or hesitation. Stronger beings are pressured, slowed, and psychologically strained. > “His presence alone bends the knee.” --- 4. Domain of a Sovereign Yamino creates a dimension in his soul. Inside it, he becomes absolute. He shapes laws, terrain, time flow, and physics to reflect his will. > “Within these walls, only the king writes law.” ✉️ lucky.v.writer@gmail.com

A man dies reading *Naruto.* Fitting, really—he spent more time analyzing chakra systems than paying taxes. But when he wakes up in the body of an eleven-year-old Naruto Uzumaki, one month before Team Seven forms, he knows two things immediately: 1. This isn't a dream. 2. He's not playing the same game as everyone else. Armed with meta-knowledge up to Boruto (which he hates with the fiery rage of a thousand Rasengans), a god-tier system called HIKARI, and the personality of a cutthroat analyst with a fake sense of humor and no patience for emotional bullsh*t, this new Naruto is done playing the fool. Emotionally detached. Overpowered. And tired of Konoha's hypocrisy. With meta knowledge and an AI that's less fairy godmother and more silent dominatrix, he's ready to rewrite the entire shinobi world. His goal? Simple: 1. Become the strongest shinobi to ever live. 2. Break the timeline until it begs. 3. Build a harem worthy of a warlord. 4. And bury canon under the weight of his ambition. Enemies will evolve. Allies will question everything. And destiny? Destiny's about to be nerfed. This isn't Naruto’s story anymore. No, this is HIS story now.

Ryan, a wealthy entrepreneur, had built his business empire using the inheritance left by his parents after their tragic demise in an accident. One day, his office was raided by city officials following allegations of tax evasion. Shocked by the accusation, Ryan was confident he had been paying taxes annually through checks handed to his secretary. His secretary, equally stunned, convinced Ryan that foul play was at hand. Despite finding no evidence of wrongdoing during the raid, the officials insisted on shutting down Ryan's business for further investigation. Frustrated, Ryan pursued legal action, but the court delayed its verdict, granting the tax officer more time to fabricate evidence. As Ryan's predicament became public, influential allies distanced themselves from him. One day, Ryan received a mysterious call asking him to meet at a renowned city restaurant. Skeptical but desperate, he arrived to find the tax officer who had orchestrated the raid. Furious, Ryan considered leaving but stayed, thinking of his employees who depended on the business reopening. With a stoic expression, he asked the officer why he had called. The officer revealed his motive: he wanted a bronze cauldron Ryan had purchased at an auction. The city lord's son desired it as a birthday gift for his father, a collector of ancient artifacts. Ryan had bought the cauldron to support a charity for the elderly and had since forgotten about it. Though angered, Ryan agreed to hand it over to resolve the matter. Returning home, Ryan retrieved the cauldron from his collection room. Before proceeding, he recorded a video recounting the restaurant meeting and sent it to his secretary and close friends, instructing them to release it to the press if anything happened to him. While packing the cauldron, Ryan accidentally cut his finger, and his blood dripped onto the artifact. To his astonishment, the cauldron emitted a bright light, shrank, and shot into his forehead, piercing it. Ryan collapsed, unconscious, and suffered a fatal head injury. His friends, alarmed by his silence, rushed to his home and found him lifeless. Enraged, they released the video to the press, sparking a massive scandal. The city lord's son and his accomplices were arrested for their crimes. Meanwhile, Ryan's soul was transported to another world, marking the beginning of his immortal journey.

Donald was a poor sap who wanted nothing more than a quiet life with his ducks. Sure he was a bit fanatical in his duck obsession but no harm no foul right? Wrong for he too was driven by revenge on his so called human 'freinds' who stole his life's work and played it off as their own casting him aside to become stars and leave him in the dust. On one fateful day he led his cherished ducks in a revolution to take back what was his and claim his revenge, sadly the guards exploited his only weakness... guns and heavy artillery as he was shot dead and his flock of angry ducks followed him to the great beyond. Marvel at his wild shenanigans on his journey to become the duck king in his second chance on life. p.s. I'm not going to do something like promise you a world that makes complete logical sense or ontime or well placed story beats. I'm not civilized enough to do something like that, and promising you something that makes sense is just my lying to you and myself. But if you can handle a few inconsistencies and just want an interesting story that's crazy hectic with all sorts of wacky shenanigans, and flying by the seem of your pants crazy. well I can do that and I think you'll love this story, just give it a shot, what could possibly go wrong besides well everything of course!

Betrayed by the very government he loyally served, former X-soldier Ryver was tightly monitored in case he went off the rails. There was no way he could escape, with his last family at the clutches of the government. When he thought all hope was lost, a strange message popped into his head. [Ding! Earth will now experience its third evolution] [Welcome to the apocalypse, Contestant #1,324,888!] [Cellular Diagnostics Completed] [Talent System Function Triggered] [You have awakened an SSS+ level Talent: 10,000x Reward On Murder!} “This is my chance!” Ryver clenched his fist tightly. The dimly lit room flickered and a shadow of an evil smile spread across his lips and his eyes, they glintied with pure madness. … [Ding! Youmurdered Donald Fletch because he had looked at you the wrong way.] [You’ve received ‘Yoga Fitness Guidelines’.] [Ding! Talent activated! 10,000x Reward! Scripture Of Nine Revolving Sun received!] [Ding! You murdered Martins Palson because he had faint killing intent towards you.] [You’ve received an assistive-type Nanite.] [Ding! Talent triggered! 10,000x critical Reward! Mythic Item - Void Symbiote received]! With such powers, Ryver's insane path to revenge began!

Akira Usagi was your average otaku agent 007: 0 girlfriends, 0 social life, 7 anime per day. His only goal was to finish his seasonal waifu tier list… Until he got accidentally summoned by Uzaki, a god(dess)? of questionable gender and even more questionable budget. Now Akira is the King of Faraluz, a kingdom so bankrupt even the castle ghosts are on strike. Together with his loyal(?) maid Cecilia — a vampire with a mood-switching coin — Akira must recruit 7 genre-broken waifus to rebuild the nation… and hopefully pay for his living expenses. With stupid missions, magical tax evasion, and ecchi encounters that defy logic, Akira will learn that being king of parody might be worse than being a harem protagonist. And he didn’t even ask for either. “A story of love, poverty, and irresponsible magical decisions.” WARNING (Because Apparently We Need One) This novel is a parody. Yes. Shocking. We know. Nothing in here is serious. Not the plot, not the characters, not even the author’s notes. If you’re expecting deep lore, consistent worldbuilding, or respectful treatment of femboys... well, we have bad news and a sarcastic fairy. We take zero responsibility if you: Lose faith in humanity Start speaking in tsundere Develop sudden emotional attachment to magical tax forms This story contains nonsense, fourth-wall violations, and budget explosions. Proceed only if you’re ready to laugh, cringe, or cry into your body pillow. You have been warned. Now let the chaos begin.

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