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Alicia is a beautiful girl whose classmates all call her the "Place Princes". Not only is she a star athlete with perfect grades in written test and non chant magic test but also in magic too, she's also drop-dead cute. Meanwhile Ken is an average guy and self-admitted slob, has never thought much of the divine beauty, despite attending the same magic school, Magic-Cast Academy. But Ken has secret, so to protect that secret he pretends to be just another average slob character... Everything changes, however, when he happens to see Alicia sitting alone in a forest during midnight. Then, it begins the strange relationship between this incredibly unlikely pair who are neighbors. ___ AI generated cover. ___

Richard Maddox, a once-promising football prodigy, dreamed of becoming a star. But just as his dream was within reach, it was abruptly shattered when he banged his head on the goalpost, fracturing his skull. Forced into early retirement, Richard vanished from the public eye. People thought Richard Maddox was done for. However, no one expected that during his unconscious state, his spirit detached from his body. He drifted through time, witnessing the world of football from the perspective of a ghost. It was strange, unpleasant, yet exciting. No need for tickets or travel—he could simply fly. England, Italy, Spain, Germany—the best football countries in Europe—and even the passionate South America, the energetic Africa, and the growing Asia—Richard observed the rise and fall of football giants, all from the sidelines. However, watching football from the other side was quite different from experiencing it live. He missed the cheering, singing, and chanting with the other fans. No one could hear him now. No one could watch football with him. He was... alone. Just as Richard was about to be bored to death, his soul was sucked back, and he realized that only an entire year had passed. 'Interesting,' he thought, laughing. “I could bet, invest in companies that will succeed in the future, and get rich. Bitcoin, I'm coming, baby.” but who could have guessed that Richard would dive so deep into the world of football—From owning a single share to testing the waters as a scout, trying his hand as an agent, and eventually stepping into the world of coaching, before finally diving into the realm of football club ownership. It has truly been a full spectrum of football, the highs and the lows. Join us as we welcome Richard Maddox!

I was summoned to another world, hailed as the hero destined to save the kingdom from impending doom. The priests chanted, the nobles watched in awe, and the king himself greeted me with open arms. They called me a warrior blessed by the gods, the saviour who would drive back the darkness.   But when the time came for my divine blessing to manifest, nothing happened. No holy power, no sacred aura—just silence. The cheers turned to whispers, admiration to suspicion. In their eyes, I was a fraud, a mistake. The kingdom had no use for a hero without divine favour.   Without hesitation, they cast me into the Forbidden Forest, a place where monsters roamed and even seasoned adventurers feared to tread. Left to die, In that moment i awakened hidden elite powers. It wasn’t a blessing from the gods. It was mine.   With my newfound strength, I survived. I fought. I conquered. But I had no interest in revenge or proving myself to those who had thrown me away. I just wanted to live in peace.   So, I left the past behind and settled in a quiet village, hoping for a simple life. But fate is never so kind. When rumours of a mysterious warrior in the Forbidden Forest spread, the kingdom’s eyes turned toward me once again.   I never wanted to be their hero. But it seems destiny has other plans.

Kazuya Shirou never cared about the world—not his own, and certainly not someone else’s. A shut-in who had long abandoned reality, he spent his days lost in the glow of his screen. But when he suddenly awakens in a foreign land, summoned by desperate voices, he is thrust into a nightmare beyond his understanding.

Autrefois, la magie régissait le monde, venant du Flux Primordial, une énergie infinie que les mages modelaient à leur gré. Civilisations et empires prospérait sous son règne… jusqu’à ce que tout s’effondre. L’événement nommé Chant du Néant, instantanément, la magie s’éteint à petit peu, ne restant que des vestiges : les Échos, fragments, reliques des sortilèges figés dans le passé. Invisibles aux yeux du commun des mortels, ils peuvent être perçus et ravivés par les Résonants. Mais plus un Écho est ancien, plus il est puissant… et plus il menace de changer à jamais ceux qui osent l’éveiller. dans cette aventure, nous suivron Kaelen. Jeune chasseur survivant dans un monde ne fesant aucun cadeau. Qui sais ce qui lui arrivera dans le futur..

"Never fall alone." Taking those words to heart, was a young soldier. The battle stormed on as reinforcements from both sides arrived. Left and right, allies and enemies alike, fell. Before long, each side was exhausted; the atmosphere was moist in blood, and the air stenched of corpses. The young soldier shouted out in determination as he realized his allies were losing. The young soldier and fellow soldiers watched as his enemies shouted gleefully; reinforcements had come. The battle would not end to their liking. "For the kingdom!" A friendly soldier shouted. "For our friends!" Another voice screamed. "For our families!" One echoed. "For our lives!" One ended. Then, the chanting soldiers were plowed through, limbs dismembered, heads decapitated, and lives destroyed. But still, the young soldier stood strong; his sword was tall, and his spirit was wild.

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Ilse thought her breakup with Ana was final—a clean, mutual parting. But Ana couldn't let go. For three days, Ana's obsessive texts, voicemails, and relentless stalking pushed Ilse to the edge. Blocking her didn't work; ignoring her didn't help. One dull, lonely night, Ilse tries to drown her stress with cheap beer, a vibrator, and an old dungeon-crawling RPG. Halfway through, her phone buzzes: an anonymous call. Ana. The sound of her voice sends Ilse into a panic. She screams, tells her to stay away, slams the phone down—but minutes later, there's a knock at the door. Ana is there, eyes wide and manic, clutching a knife and an ancient, bloodstained book. Ana chants something in a language that doesn't belong in this world. The blade plunges into Ilse's body, followed by a desperate, cuddle. As Ilse's vision fades, After being given a choice by an entity. Ilse wakes up somewhere else. A glitchy, corrupted world stretches before her, where reality bends like an old game on the verge of crashing. Naked, vulnerable, and utterly classless, Ilse stumbles through a bizarre urban sprawl, barely surviving. Living off mana pockets. A battle priestess, share's her energy with her. Giving her a choice, to play this world like a game or to succumb to the cycle. In this world, mana is life. And the most potent way to leech it? Through acts of intimacy. Ilse is thrust into a twisted realm where sex isn't just survival—it's power. However corruption threatens to change it all for the worse. **** UPDATES MONDAYS TUESDAYS WEDNESDAYS

He did it at the cost of his life Shirou emiya was able to save the only family he ever knew laying on cold snow he closes his eyes waiting for his end and it came he found himself in the never ending Abyss as his world came to an end with everything he even and time passed But suddenly he opened his eyes in his House but something wasn't right Shirou was in his 11 year old body and the House was his but the city wasnt Fuyuki in which he had spend his whole life hw was trying to make sense of it all when suddenly a light screen opens in front of his eyes "Welcome Player" So this is gonna be a Fate X DXD fanfic with Miyu verse Shirou as its MC. This will be my first fanfic and English is also not my first language so please try to be kind. I am gonna give Shirou some extra powers and Abilities and He is gonna be OP from the start I am gonna change some plots in DXD and I will also add some other characters from different anime and there will be a Harem tho small one at least 3 girls at most 5 girls. I OWN NON OF THE CHARACTERS THIS FANFIC JUST FOR FUN AND EVERY SINGLE CHARACTER BELONGS TO THEIR RESPECTED CREATORS AND AUTHORS

I was born without talent. No speed, no strength, no flair—just another kid dreaming of football greatness. At 15, I was on the verge of being kicked out of Schalke 04’s academy—a club struggling to survive in Bundesliga 2. I wasn’t just a benchwarmer; I was a liability. Too weak, too slow, too average. "You’re not good enough." "This academy doesn’t have room for failures." I believed them. Until the night everything changed. A screen appeared before my eyes. [INFINITE POTENTIAL SYSTEM ACTIVATED] Welcome, Vihaan Singh. Your journey begins now. Suddenly, I could see my stats like a video game, upgrade my abilities, and even steal skills from the best. My body? A work in progress—one pill at a time. now this isn’t just about proving some people wrong. This is about becoming the greatest footballer the world has ever seen. They called me a lost cause. Soon, they’ll chant my name in stadiums worldwide. From the bottom of the footballing world, I will rise— From Zero to Ballon d’Or.

The year was 20XX, and the United States of America, once the self-proclaimed leader of the free world, had become its own worst enemy. It all started with an egoist president, a man who campaigned on rage and ruled with greed. He promised to "Make America Great Again—For Real This Time." But his policies weren't about greatness. They were about power. About control. The economy crumbled under the weight of corruption. Infrastructure collapsed. The rich hoarded resources, while the poor scraped for survival. The people who had voted for him—out of desperation, ignorance, or sheer stupidity—realized too late they had been sold a lie. Then came the phrase that changed everything. "Deny, Defend, Depose." It started as graffiti on city walls. A whisper in underground forums. A chant in the streets. It was a call to arms, a beacon for the oppressed. And it had a name attached to it. Luigi Mango. A man who shouldn't have existed. A man who the government feared more than war itself. Some called him a hero. Others called him a terrorist. The government labeled him Public Enemy Number One, blaming him for the assassination of a powerful healthcare CEO—a man whose greed had denied millions access to life-saving treatments. But there was a problem. The evidence didn't add up. The security footage was grainy. The photo of the alleged killer didn't match Luigi's description. And the timeline placed him miles away from the crime scene. Was Luigi Mango even real? Or was he just a fabrication, a symbol people created to give their anger a name? Either way, the world was watching. Luigi was thrown into a high-security prison, cut off from the outside world. The government threatened to execute him if the protests didn't stop. But instead of quelling the rebellion, the move backfired. The people took to the streets, their chants echoing through the ruins of once-great cities: "Free Luigi Mango!" The phrase became a rallying cry, a symbol of resistance against a corrupt and broken system. Graffiti of Luigi's face—often accompanied by the words "Deny, Defend, Depose"—covered every wall. Protesters wore T-shirts with his name, and social media was flooded with hashtags demanding his release. But the government didn't relent. They doubled down, deploying the military to crush the uprising. Cities burned. The streets ran red with blood. Yet, the people refused to back down. They had nothing left to lose. As America tore itself apart, the rest of the world saw an opportunity. Countries that had long resented American dominance began to flex their power. Nations formed new alliances. Old rivalries erupted into full-scale war. The first bomb dropped on Washington D.C. at 3:42 AM. By sunrise, New York was burning. The president, in his final act of desperation, launched nuclear weapons at anyone he deemed a threat. China. Russia. The Middle East. Even European allies weren't spared. The world retaliated. Fire consumed the planet. And then, the portals appeared. During a brutal battle, a strange rift materialized on the battlefield—a swirling vortex of light and energy in the shape of a gate. The soldiers, the governments, the rebels—all froze. It was as if time itself held its breath. The smell of burning corpses and gunpowder still filled the air, but for the first time in years, there was silence.

Here was the era when the game descended into reality and all the people changed classes. Everywhere were dungeons and secret realms rampant with demons. By killing monsters and gaining experience, one could upgrade and become stronger. Enemies and treasures coexisted, and so did danger and opportunity. Song Chen transmigrated and became an uninspired death wizard! Obtain SSS-level talent, 10,000 times increase. Increase skill book, and increase mana value. Increase the level of summons. Skeleton minions evolve into skeleton monarchs! Increases the number of summons. One sorcerer became hundreds of millions of sorcerers. Ordinary death mages: skinny skeleton minions, pathetic skeleton knights, and a few skeleton mages to hold the place together! Song Chen's death wizard: the skeleton monarch leads being followed by hundreds of millions of sorcerers. Undead Bone Dragon flies in the sky. Under his chanting, the gods turn into white bones, and hell descends!

The world is divided between two colossal conglomerates, with the Sky City still suspended in the heavens, and the Scorched Gold City holding the lifeblood of gold in its grip. Molten streams of gold descend from the skies, searing with heat and littered with skeletal remains. The Southern Kingdom's dynasty has reached its end, and how could the rooster on the throne ever be seen as a phoenix? The butcher's blade has been honed to razor sharpness, yet the former martial arts titan still clings tightly to the golden chains, refusing to let go. In the frigid northern lands, centuries-old glaciers begin to tremble, and the hum beneath the ice seems to whisper the secrets buried in the previous era. The sky-reaching tree burns with an eternal flame; those who revere nature kneel in submission, chanting their faith, yet unable to raise their heads to gaze upon the everlasting blaze. In the wilderness, multitudes fervently chant, "The mind triumphs over matter," unaware that shackles have already tightened around their necks. In the endless rain of the night, fleeing rabbit encounters card that changes its destiny. The moment its hand reaches out, its fate of utter destruction is sealed. Years later, will it recall its frail self on that rainy night? 【This book is not an invincible book, the combat power is constant and very stable (I have a relatively basic attribute setting for the characters that appear, so there will be no collapse of combat power in the later stage. The attribute point calculation will be made clear to everyone during the writing process) The protagonist is not a good person】

Un playboy notoire, tué par une ancienne amante, se réveille de manière inexplicable pour découvrir qu'il s'est transmigré dans un manga NTR, en assumant le rôle de l'antagoniste - Alex Smith. Porté par un système mystérieux qui amplifie son habileté à envoûter les femmes, il détient le pouvoir de séduire les femmes qui appartiennent aux différents « personnages principaux ». 【Ding! Le Système de la Reine de Cœur s'est éveillé.】 【Objectif global : Voler toutes les héroïnes des divers personnages principaux à travers le monde.】 【Récompense : Statut de Dieu.】 ----------------------------------------------- [Avertissement : Ce roman est basé sur le Netori, PAS le Netorare. Alex NE sera PAS trompé, et il n'y aura PAS de Yuri.]

In a realm where folks wielded unique "Goldfingers," fonts of magical prowess, Lucas Evercrest remained blissfully unaware of his own exceptional potential. Little did he fathom that he harbored this incredible power deep within, an untapped wellspring. While others soared to grand heights, Lucas inadvertently subdued his Goldfinger, leaving him stranded at the humbling level 1, watching as his peers flourished. One fateful night, enveloped in the haze of sleep deprivation, our unsuspecting protagonist's world shifted. Battling to embrace slumber's embrace, he carelessly brushed against the "Mute Notifications" icon on his Goldfinger's interface before drifting into dreams' embrace. Seasons swept by like leaves on the wind, and there he stood, drowning sorrows in whiskey's amber embrace and endless loaves of bread, mourning an elusive system he believed had passed him by. Amid the din of a bar, laughter rippled like an unsteady melody. Echoes of "Status Open" danced in the air, chanted by playful kids, each repetition a chorus of mockery. Weariness pressed his head against the bar's cool surface, a failed shield against the jeers and japes. "Status Open, Status Open, Status Open," he muttered, lips grazing the wood, words coated in a blend of irony and irritation. And then, as if summoned by this weary incantation, a radiant cerulean window materialized before him. Within its luminescence, Lucas Evercrest's identity flickered, inscribed alongside his meager statistics: "[Lucas Evercrest], [Level 1 [^], Job: Starter], [HP: 1220, MP: 123], [Str:84, Agi:93, Int:43, Ins:23, Wis:53, Def:32, Sta:45, Dex:32, Con: 122]." Details unfurled like a tapestry, revealing a mosaic of attributes. His handiwork, etched in the fabric of his being, began to come to light. The window whispered of abilities and names, secrets shrouded in cryptic notation: "[Abilities: Open to show more.], [Titles: Open to show more.]" Yet even amidst this revelation, a sobering truth lingered – his status, labeled "Intoxicated," stood as a stark reminder of his present condition. Experience, captured within the confines of "EXP: 100/100," hinted at untapped potential, awaiting the spark of realization. An "Inventory" beckoned, promising more to explore, yet the ever-watchful "Missed Notifications" count of "99+" bore the mark of silence, a testament to a bygone era when his Goldfinger's voice remained muted. And so, in the quiet hum of the bar, amidst the ebb and flow of laughter and life, Lucas Evercrest's journey unfurled anew. The forgotten Goldfinger, once stifled by his own inadvertence, stood poised to rewrite his destiny, as he grasped the reigns of his dormant power, eager to ascend beyond the confines of level 1 and embrace the legacy that had patiently awaited his awakening. *This synopsis was written by someone else who wishes to remain Anonymous, thank you to who did it.*

[Double-trouble] A mermaid can be perfectly ascribed as the soul of beauty, the whispers of love, the definition of wealth, and the glimmer of truth. They are the bearers of sacred valuables and the mother of perfection. They're the goddess of renewal and rebirths. Through the solemnize rhythm of the ocean waves, and amidst the beauteous flows of the ocean currents, one can percept their hypnotic and enticing vocals being chanted in marvellous synchronization along with the wind's formation. In a world overwhelmed with excess treacheries and heinous scoundrels, stood nineteen year old Noelle Nirvana. A beautiful maiden who craves for nothing but vengeance and would stop at nothing until she clasps it. Noelle had disappeared ten years ago away from humanity for some unknown reasons, but now she's back and won't rest until she makes those who were the sole reason of her disappearance suffer, and endure the pain which she had gone through for years even though she was innocent. She wouldn't be adapting to any sort of rules except for the rules of the jungle; kill or be killed!

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In the year 2079 He Kim was one of the very few who received the Disease known widely as 'Flower of Death' 'FD' this disease was the only thing at that time humans couldn't cure completely. His father the third richest man on earth spent half of his wealth to buy a chance for his only son. this chance was in something called. the Spirit project. Who knew that after He Kim was injected with the so-called 'Vasuki Chant' his soul left his body as it transmigrated to a place known as 'Flame City': with the help of 'the Holy Crest Spirit' he will venture deeper into this world of unknown. Let us watch his adventures where he will face death and live situations; Some he will survive himself while some other situations he will rely on his luck and scheming mind to escape the death hands. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Updates will be daily; Don't mention any old Novels to me I feel sad inside already. __________________________________ * More * * News * * Will * * Be * * Posted * * Here * _________________________________

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Yearning for the unknown, a young man named Noah embarks a journey in finding the meaning behind "Mindset". What is this mindset enemies and allies alike chant like a fabled legend that wants to be reawakened to the vast expanse of the world.

Deep in the Dungeons of The Vampire continent, Vascalo, The sounds of a werewolves screams and howls reach far beyond its walls. Each day the same phrase echoes throughout the halls... "Vermouth...." Alpha, The Prince of all werewolves is a prisoner of Vascalo, is improsoned, being ruthelessly tortured day by day, by his psychotic ex vampire lover, each day crying out, "Vermouth." But after over a 150 years of torment he is finally set free and heads out on a quest of unquenchable Vengeance. Who or what is the mysterious Vermouth, and how did it lead to his imprisonment? And most of all will he enact Revenge on the woman who held him captive for 150 years? Excerpt from the story "Which do you choose?" A woman with pale white skin softly chanted. "Sex... or Suffering?" She stood over a man in chains licking her lips at him lustfully. The man below her, was a complete abomination. He had tattered skin and battered bones, torn apart from years of sadistic torture. His thick black hair had grown long both on his head and his face, nearly reaching the ground from both ends, and a smell as foul as death emanating from his pores. And yet... As the woman gazed upon the man, she looked at him not as an ugly monster, not of a broken soul, but as if he was the most beautiful object that occupied her world. The man leaned up, straining to look up at his captor through the chains that restrained him. As his frigid blue eyes met his captor, a silent rage poured over him. "I... will....." This story was inspired by Berserk the manga and is incredibly gory and may have traumatizing subject matter.

Since ancient times, beings known as curses have haunted humanity, feeding off negative energy. Initially considered lost spirits, they transformed into nightmarish monsters as they consumed more negative energy, terrorizing humanity, destroying villages, and casting the world into darkness. From within that darkness, shamans emerged—enlightened individuals who, through the power of talismans, could fend off these curses and seal them away in a separate realm known as the Polluted Land. Fast forward to the 21st century: Our main character, Renzaki, drives his McLaren 720S through the late-night streets of Tokyo. He arrives at the Kiryūjin Clan estate and bows before an elder who appears to be chanting an ancient prayer..... what will happen? how will this story progress?

" I was harshly cut free of my bonds and taken to one of the buildings near the entry. One of the knights had split off from the procession, where a crowd had started to form and chanting could be hard. Before I could even take in the city. I was thrown into a cell. A dark, smelly, cell. Slamming against the bars, I begged to be released. As a nightmare replaced my daydream, I was left all alone in the cell. "

After crossing over into a world of magic, Dean Bruce was mistaken for a powerful sorcerer. Though he initially intended to sternly refuse the beautiful woman’s request to become her mentor, she offered him far too much to say no! Completely clueless about magic, Dean Bruce had no choice but to make up spells on the spot. However, when he saw the astonishing power unleashed by the beautiful woman after chanting his random incantations, he was stunned. The spells he had carelessly invented… could they really comprehend magic and even forbidden spells? As Dean Bruce ascended to the pinnacle of magical prowess and became the Archmage, he candidly answered a reporter's question during an interview with the Alliance: "I never understood magic. I just made up a few incantations, that's all." People were in awe of him—this, they believed, was the true humility of a Grand Archmage!

Bonjour à tous et à toutes;) je vous souhaite tout d'abord une excellente journée et une longue vie, comme mon introduction mon romans sera des plus singuliers et inhabituels. N'attendez rien d'autre de lui que de vous faire vivre un moment agréable au-delà des très terre-à-terre réalités du quotidien. En bref, il ne transcende en rien l'ordinaire si ce n'est que d'arracher votre esprit du sol pour aller par-delà les rêves et l'imagination. Cela étant dit, veuillez faire un tonnerre d'applaudissement à notre amis M.Synopsis. Avec une élégance à l'anglaise et une démarche pompante Synopsis entre en scène et se présente: "Un démon qui fait des trucs cools". Et M.Synopsis repart en dansant sur la tête, les jambes écartées en diapasons. Déçu ? Moi aussi mais si vous pensez que je me préoccupe de vous, vous vous mettez le doigt dans l'œil. Na! Aller lire mon livre, pour chasser la morosité de votre être car si je ne vous plait pas, comptez sur moi pour vous faire fulminer de frustration! {rire de méchant stéréotypé avec une musique de… méchant (merci à ceux qui suivent ) libre de droit}.

Welcome FBI agents of the multiverse. Watch as our protagonist and the name of your choosing obviously. Deals with more teenage drama that his last life. As well with Hero responsibility or vigilantism but he know he ain’t an hero just needed to protect the next generation of heroes.

Hikari Aoyama, once hailed as a prodigy of the silver screen, dazzled audiences with her undeniable talent and luminous charm. She was the child actress destined for a future adorned with accolades and applause. Yet, as the years slipped by, the gleaming arc of her stardom faltered. Opportunities that once flooded her doorstep dwindled into a deafening void. Contracts, once etched in ink with promises of grandeur, vanished like smoke on the wind. Fans who once chanted her name with fervor now whispered about the next rising star, leaving Hikari a fading constellation in a sky teeming with new luminaries.