Gundam Laugh

“I, alpha Dylan, reject you, Anastasia, as my mate”. “An- and, I, Anastasia, accept your rejection, alpha Dylan”. I forced myself to say, before I ran away in tears. As soon as I arrived in my room and shut the door, I burst out laughing to my heart's content. “I can't believe this. Finally, Alpha Dylan is off my back!”. You may all be wondering why I am happy to be rejected by my mate, right? That's because I'm not the real Anastasia.

This story unfolds during the later stages of World War II, where a man, scarred by the horrors of war, finally grasps the profound and harsh realities of the world. In this world, those at the top laugh and celebrate, while those at the bottom sacrifice their lives in futile conflicts driven by pride and meaningless ambition. A modern soul transmigrates and fuses with the original soul of a body, creating a unique and extraordinary existence. To some, he is a villain; to others, a madman. In a world steeped in cruelty, this man, determined to secure a place among the decision-makers, struggles to break free from the ranks of those powerless to control their fate. To achieve his goal, he resolves to shatter the chains of law, then the chains of morality, and finally the chains of mediocrity.

Darkness hums lullabies in the dead of night, shadows dance where the walls should be. Footsteps echo, but no one walks, whispers breathe secrets only she can see. Blood drips like rain in her waking dreams, cold fingers trace the curve of her spine. Their eyes—silent, endless, hungry— watch her unravel, thought by thought, time after time. She runs. They follow. She screams. They laugh. She wakes, but the nightmare lingers— etched in crimson beneath her nails. They ask what she knows. She asks who she is. And somewhere in the silence, the truth watches… waiting to be seen. Shh… Don’t let them know.

"Serienmörder? Antike Kampfsportler? Schwertmeister? Es ist mir scheißegal, wer ihr seid! Alle werden sich vor mir verbeugen!" Vor fünf Jahren wurde seine Familie vom Angesicht der Erde getilgt, und der nutzlose Ye Chen wurde verachtet wie ein Regenwurm, der auf dem Boden kriecht. Doch nun sind fünf Jahre vergangen, und er ist auf mysteriöse Weise mit einem Kopf voller weltbewegender Fähigkeiten zurückgekehrt. Und was noch viel erschreckender ist: Er hat jetzt die Kraft von hundert alten Geistern im Rücken! Mit all dem in der Hand ist Ye Chen nicht zurückgekehrt, um in Erinnerungen zu schwelgen, sondern um sich an all denen zu rächen, die ihm Unrecht getan haben, insbesondere an dem geheimnisvollen Mann.

Imagine if doraemon left suddenly For some reason and wasn't able to come back. Imagine....what if Nobita can't see him again, what do you think will happen? .....will nobita broke down or will he overcome all the trials in life so that he can see his friend again and laugh with him together like old times ,Play with him, cry with him, Talk to him.....again Les's see how will Nobita make his choice in life...decisions that will change his life, Mistakes he will make That will force him to quit , Fears he will face the fears he dare not to look at, everything he will do to achieve his dream. Let's join this journey and see if he can.

Are you still fussing over obtaining mythical pets and exotic top-tier battle gear? Watch me as I bring along warheads, Spider tanks and Reaper4000 to swiftly wipe out multiple stages and slaughter the Boss! No matter how well you are in dodging bullets, or how acute your senses and reflexes are, you are still going to fall under the scope of my bullet storm. You will see me fight through the day and night while I hold onto my position being the best without breaking a sweat. While you were feeling overjoyed for just slaying a dragon, all I did was laugh and remain speechless. “Hey lad, ever heard of Gundam? Honestly, it is a mystical mech, and the dragon is nothing but a mere bug to this huge mystical mech.” This is the legend of the Divine Mech Hunter!

"Serial killers? Ancient Martial Artists? Swordmasters? I don't give a rat's *ss who you are! All will bow before me!" Five years ago, his family was wiped off the face of this Earth, and the useless Ye Chen was looked down upon like an earthworm crawling on the floor. However, five years have passed, and he has mysteriously returned with a head full of earth-shattering abilities. What is even more terrifying is that he is now backed by the strength of a hundred ancient elder spirits! With all of that in his grasp, Ye Chen has returned not to reminiscence, but to exact revenge on all of those who have wronged him, especially the mysterious Man.

The door slammed. I did not know what to do. I try to quite my breathe as I hear the sound of hoofed steps stirring through the darkness of the halls. I didn't mean for this to happen, it was expose to be for a laugh or two, but now there was no laughing to be heard. - Hello future reader, this is the author! This story is something I wanted to do for fun, so there will most likely not be any regular uploads of chapters, but I hope you'll enjoy my work! - Happy reading!

Dive into a world of stories ranging from the most ridiculous to the most heart-wrenching. Laugh your heart out or scream in fear of the amazing collection of wonderful tales in this "novel".

[Cover art is AI-generated, credits to webnovel] "You journal? That's silly" His laugh made my jaw tick, here we go again with people telling me the things I enjoy doing are 'Childish' or 'Silly'. I closed the book and stood up, my hair coming undone as the band snapped. Great, just great. My phone buzzed as I walked away, my name being yelled by the prick behind me. The screen read 'Eudora'. I hesitated before picking and placed it next to my ear waiting for her to speak. I wish I didn't...pick up the phone.

When a Filipino Brings a Gundam to a Sword Fight > "Oh great, another summoner. Just what we need—more useless adventurers." > > *Famous last words from Sir Knight-Who-Got-His-Butt-Kicked* Look, getting isekai'd is already weird enough, but being a Filipino summoner in a fantasy world? That's like bringing *balut* to a fancy French dinner party – completely unexpected and guaranteed to raise some eyebrows. Picture this: There I was, contemplating whether to have *sisig* or *adobo* for dinner, when suddenly – **POOF!** – I got yeet'd into Medieval Times™ faster than my mom could throw her legendary tsinelas. And what did the universe decide to gift me with? The supposedly "weakest" class: *a summoner*. But here's where it gets *interesting*. These fantasy folks thought I'd be pulling rabbits out of hats or summoning cute forest creatures. **Boy, were they in for a surprise!** Because while they were expecting wooden sticks and basic swords, I was busy figuring out if I could summon: * My mom's battle-tested tsinelas (with +20 critical hit, mind you) * A fully-loaded M16 *Armor you say? " How about a mask raider suit! Or iron man armor!(credit to marvel ) * And oh yeah, *casual flex*, **AN ENTIRE FREAKING GUNDAM** Let me tell you something funny about being the "weak" summoner – when you can call forth weapons that would make Michael Bay weep tears of explosive joy, suddenly nobody's laughing at your class choice anymore. Welcome to my story of how a Pinoy turned the summoner class from zero to hero, one ridiculous weapon at a time.

I am Racist. … I mean, my name is Racis T. I was a stand-up comedian. The flop one. The one who only get laughs when someone else is making fun of him. Anyway, I was doing one such show in a bar and since I like dark humor, I was cracking jokes around that. The show I was doing was in a run down bar, frequently visited by wicked tattooed motor bikers sort of people. I spewed some humorous jokes but no one seemed to get them as they were not laughing or maybe they got the jokes, that’s why they weren’t laughing. All in all, they were ignoring me. Being ignored didn’t sit right with my inner artist, who was starving to death, therefore, I decided to go darker. Though, I shouldn’t have done that. One of my jokes or maybe all of them triggered a man and as a result, he head-shotted me and I died on the stage. But see this : A man got triggered and he pulled the trigger. I did some word play here. But who cares. I am dead anyway. All I wanted was a successful show, people laughing and loving me and girls too. I am a true artist. I don’t care about money. All the money I would have earned I would be giving it to others. I would distribute 0.001 percent of all my money to the people in need. I don’t care about money at all. Nevertheless, a death is a death. So my story ended. Though, if there is an afterlife I would like to become a successful comedian, have a loving wife and have good enough money so I can afford only a three time meal and a humble private yacht or a jet will do too. I don’t care about money anyway. That was my dying wish. Though, I am using ‘though’ too much, don't mind. So yeah, as I was saying, I had that wish only if there was an after life and turned out… There really was an after life. Though, (‘though’ again?) it wasn’t what I wished for at all!! ——— ——— ——— Read My Review Gib Money - ko-fi.com/khyaal Join My Discord For Reference Arts and much more - https://discord.gg/zmUcswM2N5

Sanya Malhotra's life was torn apart when she was forced into a marriage with Aarush Rathore, a man whose heart had turned to stone. Aarush, consumed by hatred and vengeance, blames Sanya for the destruction of his family and the loss of everything he held dear. To him, she is nothing more than a symbol of pain, a reminder of his suffering. But in his cruel grasp, Sanya must find the strength to survive the torment, the cold indifference, and the relentless cruelty that he unleashes upon her. Yet, beneath Aarush’s unyielding anger lies a heartbroken man, unable to let go of a love he lost long ago. As they struggle through their forced marriage, Sanya’s resilience begins to chip away at the walls around his heart. Despite his bitterness, Aarush finds himself drawn to her—her unwavering kindness, her quiet strength, and the depths of her pain. Can love ever truly bloom amidst such hatred? Or will their brokenness tear them apart forever? In a world where love and revenge are tangled in a web of emotional turmoil, their story is one of redemption, regret, and the power of forgiveness. A story of two souls lost in their own darkness, fighting for a light they may never find.

After crossing into the game world, Bai Yi noticed something was off with the timeline. It felt as if it had regressed from version 3.0 to a state just before the public beta. [The Dawn Rising BOSS template has been bound. After testing, the original BOSS Blood Prison Greedy Wolf has died. The new BOSS template is being generated. Please wait....] Bai Yi: ?? [You have created an exoskeleton mechanical device. Experience value +10,000, alchemy technology proficiency +100, skill point +1, additional experience +10,000.] Bai Yi: ??? So, BOSSes can also grant experience? As players arrived, they stared at their city lords, lost in thought. This game shouldn’t feel this real! It’s outrageous enough that the BOSS is the city lord. But what’s with the BOSS piloting a Gundam? THIS IS A TRANSLATION!!! Enjoy

Cornered and with a face full of grievance, she exclaimed: 'You lied again!' He laughed: 'Behave, I'm not deceiving you this time.' To escape from Gu Beicheng, the demon, Xia Yinyan found herself a contractual boyfriend. Unexpectedly, the demon turned out to be the uncle of that very boyfriend. He is the domineering emperor of the business world in Yecheng, abstinently aloof and indifferent to women. However, the little creature who accidentally entered his life has made him protective for a lifetime...

It's not all fun and games like the name implies.

Jiang Tian has a great aptitude, but because of bloodline problems, he turned into a laughing stock and was suppressed! At the most frustrating moment in life, fate suddenly reversed! Relying on the mysterious magic weapon left by his mother, Jiang Tian merged with the blood of the savage dragon to rise strongly and crush all geniuses! However, as he continued to grow, he found that the people and things around him were not that simple, and even the world was full of huge conspiracies and weird secrets!

Lin Shu, a low-class fusion warrior, contemplates his existence, as the inevitable doom of the unbeatable comes for him. However, he himself, no matter how worthless and small his life, isn't sure yet if his death would benefit others, make others miserable, or frankly not change their lives at all. Regardless of anything, he laughs at the inevitable doom that comes for him, ready to face it head on. picture cover: Inao Suzuki: Apple

Deities from distant lands turn the earth into their newest past time show. However, to mitigate loss of 'important life' as the divine beings said, the countries of the world have to pick a representative to develop a territory that will outlast the others or face elimination. Enter Amar, the U.S representative that got stuck with... turtles. The other areas laughed as the US began to lose hope. Amar however took this in stride and shocked the world with what he's capable of.

A man awakens in a pitch-black void, deprived of sensation, time, and meaning. Strangely, he does not starve, nor does he thirst—only his mind remains, restless and unrelenting. As the abyss threatens to consume his sanity, he spirals into madness, laughing, screaming, and rambling without end. What begins as a desperate grasp at logic turns into a revelation. Numbers are not mere symbols; they are reflections of a hidden order that has always existed. Mathematics is not an invention—it is a discovery. The laws of the universe were never created, only uncovered.

King 67 was a good and kind king. Until his kingdom burned to the ground. Escaping from his kingdom, he embarks on a journey to find himself, discover the history of the world around him, and find his missing emotions. Will he find the meaning behind his laugh that night?

Oh how many cry to the heavenly daos, trying their best to go against its machinations and schemes, against their awaited fate. And yet fate has a way of making us laugh and cry and ways of making us hate the worlds and curse our own existence. I find fate an intriguing thing, it's a way finder on one's destiny path but who said we should always follow the path set for us? Join us in our journey of setting our own paths of destiny, creating our own fate and finding the new ways to that which is laid before for us. After all if we don't enjoy every single moment then when will we? Nb: // This will be a new and hopefully unique form of Quick Transmigration I hope you give it a try. {AN:// The book cover is mine, original work. Character illustrations will come later on.}

Back then I was so dreaming to be transmigrated to some novel or to the pass like what I used to read in a novel. And when I thought god must heard my wish I was so ecstatic but that feeling fly away quickly when I found I was transmigrated to a BL novel, and the worst thing to know is your just a side character?   ' Huh' god most be laughing right now just by watching me go insane!!!  but I was smirking, looking to the clouds, then give the god my middle finger " just watch me how I would ruin this story of yours" and I laughed like some creepy weirdo.

"i am too lazy to deal with this" "no problem I will burn down the place honey" Casper said. "no i will burn down the palace for her" Leo said. "but it's the palace guys" Laura nervously laughs. Laura , a red haired girl supposedly a good for nothing wannabe is thrown into a old dilapidated house by bullies where she accidentally stumbles across a mirror which brings her into this strange world.

Throwing together a makeshift costume, he races to the city’s rooftops, where he confronts Cyber Fist. The villain laughs. "You? A hero? Don’t make me laugh!" Dudu barely dodges an energy punch, countering with a surprise energy blast. "I don’t know how to fight… but I’ll figure it out!" he declares. https://chatgpt.com/

What happens after the end? When death isn’t release, but a door—one that opens to something far worse? Welcome to The Labyrinth, where every path leads to suffering and every death drags you back to the start. It doesn’t want to kill you. It wants to grind you down, again and again, until even your soul forgets how to scream. How many times can you break before there’s nothing left? But what if, instead of breaking, you laugh? What if, stripped of fear, stripped of humanity, you become something...else? In the end, perhaps the only true defiance is to keep walking—no matter how many times the Labyrinth pulls you back. ∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞∞ A.N - Expect heavy philosophy and existentialism. Also expect a really villainous MC, inspired from Fang Yuan. The setting is similar to Maze Runner, only dialed up to 11 and with much, much more violence and death.

A slow, mocking clap echoed through the darkness. A voice—smooth, rich, dripping with amusement—purred into existence. “The end?” Laughter followed, low and sultry, curling like silk in the air. “You must be kidding. Do you think a little thing like fate can stop me?” A soft hum. A pause. Then a wicked chuckle. “Love? Kindness? What use are such things when fear is so much sweeter? I was never meant to be saved, my dearies. This is no fairy tale.” The voice sharpened, rich with delight. “This is a villain’s tale.” A gust of wind howled, the shadows trembled, and the air crackled with unseen power. “And it is not over. In fact…” A pause. A single chime. > [Ding!] A cold, mechanical voice rang out, devoid of warmth yet brimming with eerie purpose. [Greetings, Host. I am the Villain Reform System.] [Your mission: To prove that even the darkest villainess can be redeemed.] [Failure to comply will result in execution.] Silence. Then—softly, slowly—the villainess laughed. And oh, what a laugh it was. “Villain reform?” she mused, voice curling with amusement. “Nah.” She tilted her head, grinning into the abyss. “Let’s go full evil.” > [Ding!] Villain Route Activated. Good luck, Host.] ---

"Ah, do gather ‘round, my dear, doomed darlings! Let me tell you a tale stitched together with silk and sinew, of a world that weeps and wails yet waltzes on, oh-so-beautifully, toward its inevitable doom! A tale where a bastard prince—oh, do forgive me, a Yellow Bastard, no less!—dances through the carnage with a grin sharper than a guillotine’s kiss. The war? Endless. The dead? Numerous. The fools who think they can win? Oh, darling, they’re my favourite! And me? HA! I am but the Jester of Fate, laughing at the script I can recite but never rewrite! There is love, yes! Blood-soaked, broken, bitterly beautiful love! There is horror, the kind that makes even monsters shudder! And there is a melody—a requiem for the dreamers who thought they could defy the abyss. So, my sweet, step right up! Watch as kings fall, messiahs burn, and devils waltz upon the graves of gods! It is all so, so funny, don’t you think? No? Ah, well. Laugh or weep, the requiem plays on. And so do we."

A normal everyday life for most boys in college, but consists of every kind of pain, disorder, and problem still having a smile on their face laughing, and trying to be normal in front of everyone, friends and family....Still, nobody really understands them, can they know him until he does something that anyone would regret???

“Once upon a time, a human dared to trespass into the territory of the dragon clan,” the Silver Dragon Queen narrated from a book, “A self-proclaimed dragon slayer, a master swordsman, challenged the queen of the dragon clan.” “Humans, they truly overestimate their abilities!” The dragon clan’s young princess, Xia Yi, laughed, “Mother, what happened next?” “What do you believe happened, my dear daughter?” The Silver Dragon Queen responded with a laugh. “Isn’t it obvious? The dragon slayer must have faced a humiliating defeat!”