Sukuna Voice Gambare

Dreams are everything that identify a person's ideology. Dreams form ambitions, ambitions form personality, but what would happen if all of the above formed into power your dreams gift you. The larger your ambitions the stronger you're power may become. But what would happen if you dream too much?

All I ever wanted was for famous detectives like Sherlock Holmes or Arsène Lupin to appear in my dreams and share their wisdom. But instead, why am I hearing the voices of notorious serial killers in my head, guiding me to solve a string of mysterious cases?

A child cursed from birth or maybe not totally cursed ok fine he is cursed but just a little bit

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."

Are your own voices echoing in an empty room more frightening, or is it being alone in that room with loneliness itself? How did I get to this situation? How could I be so reckless? Why did everyone see my life as normal? Why is it that while I'm running to hell, there are only spectators around me? As it is stated in Surat al-Kahf: "And you will understand that you will find no refuge other than Allah.” This verse became a light in the darkness surrounding my life, and I finally realized that I had no one to take refuge from except my Lord. I have found no other refuge from him. When I said that everything was over, my great miracle was included in my life. But I'm not worthy of him, nor is this heart of mine sensible enough to understand that… I guarantee a story that you will read with bated breath... how many pieces will Merve's world be divided into? Will Furkan be able to heal his wounds, or will he deepen those wounds even more? This is the story of finding yourself, getting lost and surviving... Are you ready to step into Merve's world now?

Protect them, Celestial Knight Queen," the woman's voice echoed in his mind. "It is your destiny."

In the realm of Zim, there existed a boy who had been stripped of everything he held dear—his family, his friends, and his entire clan—leaving him ensnared in the depths of despair. In this profound silence of his sorrow, he suddenly became aware of two distinct voices whispering to him, each vying for his attention. The question now loomed: which voice would he choose to heed?

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?

A story of person transmigrated into a game he knows all but about but he is shocked that whom he has transmigrated he doesn't anything about that person that mean he doesn't know anything about himself except his name Kai Agust.So how will he proceed in this game with this unknown character.

Lucas transmigrated to a parallel world and found himself participating in a talent show called "THE IDOL VOICE". But here's the problem he's tone deaf . All the audience and judges thought that lucas would perform miserably ,even he himself thought so until he heard a cold mechanical voice in his head [DING!!! system binding 10%....] he couldn't hold his exitment! Pfft, hahaha, I'm really sorry, I couldn't hold back my laughter. It's my first time performing.

"Stay with me."She requested. "To the eternity Princess." His soft but deep voice embraced her loneliness.

In the mystical realm of Aethereia, where magic and ancient secrets abound, a young woman named Lyra discovers that she is the key to unlocking an ancient prophecy. As she embarks on a perilous journey to unravel the mystery of her destiny, she becomes entangled in a forbidden romance with a mysterious sorcerer named Kael. Together, they must navigate treacherous landscapes, battle dark forces, and confront the secrets of their pasts.

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…]

Bai Ching is a student at one of the prestigious schools he see's everything to be boring including his studies no matter what grade he gets it's boring one day he hears a voice in his head,"achievement unlocked most bored person ever transmigration in progress." Then suddenly from the same voice,"transmigration failed,survive in the dark abyss untill the system is repaired." that was the last words he heard before being faced with a battlefield full of the strongest monters.Join Sam in his journey that finally interests him

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.

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.

After being killed by Sukuna in the original story of Jujutsu Kaisen, Gojo Satoru gets reincarnated into a different world with fantasy settings.

"Was it worth it?" An ethereal voice sounded in the mind of the young man that was floating in the starry river. This youth has a white long hair and eyebrows that made him look unfettered. However, a hint of sorrow can be felt on his tranquil face. It makes one feel lonely. "I've finally reached the summit of the world. I am now an Immortal." As the young man freely let himself be carried by the currents of time, he looked back to his life that was full of sacrifices and tragedies. "Was it worth it?" The Immortal young man repeated the question of the ethereal voice as tears fell down on his serene closed eyes. "Oh, Heaven." The Immortal's voice sounded in his mind. "If I am an Immortal then, why can't I go back time?" "Oh, child." The ethereal voice replied. "There is no such thing as going back time. The world only revolves forward. Time itself is only a concept; to put description to the events, to the happenings, to the certainties.." "..even I, the Heaven itself, do not have this kind of omnipotent power. As after all, it does not exist." The Immortal let out a mouthful of air full of indignant feeling as he opened his eyes that looked like the sun and moon. "I understand that being Immortal is a lonely path, Heaven. Yet, despite prepared, how I wish I did not pursue this after all." "However, you are here already." The ethereal voice responded. "You are not alone, child. You have me to accompany you for the rest of the infinity." Hearing the ethereal voice response, the Immortal only let out a sigh as he mentioned, "Maybe I'm just tired of living, Heaven." "I will bid good night for now." The Immortal's eyes closed once more as he quietly fell back to sleep. "Sweet dreams, Immortal." Seeing this, the Heaven did not stop the Immortal from going back to sleep as its final voice faded.

Upon being bestowed various powers and abilities by an unknown voice, the entirety of the human race is tasked with choosing 10 people , one among of which will be crowned the "King Of Men".

And the voice said, "You shall become a Slayer" Update frequency: 1ch/w. Background isn't mine, if your the author just drop down a review if you want it removed. Other than that enjoy the novel

In the idyllic coastal village of Vanhelm, a young farmer named Aelred leads a peaceful life with his family. But their idyllic existence shatters when ruthless soldiers clad in turquoise surcoats storm the village, leaving a trail of fire and death in their wake. Witnessing the brutal slaying of his parents and siblings, Aelred is filled with rage. Just as despair threatens to consume him, a mysterious voice offers a lifeline - a chance for vengeance and a second shot at life. Driven by grief and a thirst for justice, Aelred accepts the voice's bargain, embarking on a path of power that will transform him from a nobody into a force to be reckoned with.

Minju is a scholar student of the infamous Geumii Performing Arts University. She has been selected as the President of the Geumii Mogsoli Events Committee. The members of the committee are her close friends. However, In the midst of her final year at the university, a dating rumour has made her a target of horrendous pranks and stalkers along with turning some of her friends into her rivals. How are Minju and her friends going to protect her, themselves, their secrets and navigate friendships and love with a very real looming threat?

"Congratulations on dying and coming back my dear husband " Hearing a beautiful voice say that Clay opened his eyes. What greeted him was not the usual white ceiling of his hospital room. Instead it a vast blue sky.