Toji Fushiguro Voice Leak

"Find the Pearl of God's Tears so that the Tiger Demon Clan will be at the highest peak of the Demon Clans on earth!" Axe is one of the Tiger Demon Clan Chiefs who must carry out his mission from the Tiger Demon Clan Supreme King to find the Pearl of God's Tears. Will Axe, who is known as the Introverted Clan Chief, be able to complete the task that was leaked from Heaven? Or will Axe get lost in... The Human World?

How long can one ignore the voices in their head? Nine years. To Mark, that was the limit. For the majority of his life, Mark White has been fighting a constant battle for his sanity. The voices in his head pushed him toward madness one whisper at a time, and the music he used to ward against them was gradually losing its effects. As his mental state slowly deteriorated, Mark spent more of his time working on a game he had been developing and lamenting his lack of romantic experience. One night, the voices dealt him a powerful blow, bringing their battle to an end. To his surprise, Mark won the battle, but that came at a great cost. The voices might have disappeared, but a visual hallucination arrived to replace them, taking the form of a character from his game: Maids VS Apocalypse. Little did he know that the real apocalypse was already coming for him.

The Divine Doctor's soul transmigrated into a female-dominated dynasty, where the original owner had an infamous reputation for cruelty and left behind a mess. Her house was empty, the thatched cottage leaked rain, and the grain bin was already bottoming out. Faced with her handsome husband and then glancing at her own homely appearance, she dashed on the grand avenue toward becoming a Steel Teeth Rabbit! Dare to covet her husband? Beat them up, there's nothing that can't be solved with fists! If there is, just keep on beating! Poor? Utilize Medical Skill, fragrances, textiles, fine food, wineries, get into business, open shops, hire workers, but wait a minute... Why does one after another always make a fuss about running away from home? Good, this time she'll be the one to skip out and let him worry, hmph!

As Orson read the novel written by the girlfriend who had left him, he gently remarked on how terrible the story was. But then, noticing a foul smell coming from the kitchen, he went to investigate. He realized there was some kind of gas leak. Already furious about being dumped, Orson became even angrier at the state of his kitchen, and in his rage, he hit the light switch with a powerful punch. Naturally, the explosion that followed killed him instantly, and Orson passed into the afterlife. After spending some time in limbo, he found himself reincarnated in an unfamiliar world. However, he quickly realized he had been reborn inside the cliché-filled novel written by his ex-girlfriend. As if that wasn’t enough, he had ended up in the body of Neonidas, a useless duke who was also the fiancé of the story's villainess. ____ There may be a bit too much swearing and slang in the first chapters, but it gets less afterwards.

Lyra Shedd faced a brutal betrayal—her grandfather violently stole her superpower and handed it to her nemesis; her beloved younger brother, in his stupidity, leaked their only hidden assets to her enemies. Once a genius, she was reduced to nothing, drifting in the sea of stars. During her most agonizing years, she finally accepted the fact that her family didn't love her. Realizing she had nothing left to lose, she decided to throw off all moral restraints and become a villain! On her journey of revenge, she encountered many handsome men—but to a cold-blooded villain, they were nothing but tools for her vengeance! This time, she would make all those who pushed her to the brink tremble and scream for mercy!

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."

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 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…]

Here's the link to the discord server: https://discord.com/invite/XVNaUKEPmb The convolution of worlds are govern by a set of gods, each god is given a world to rule and there can be skirmishes between them – as a result of one between Nexus, the god of trickery and a senile old hag Elliot reincarnated into Ul’Tra-el by mistake. Ul’Tra-el is a world that grew a voice, because of this voice, it began to take a different path from other worlds -- it was filled with a core anomaly – rifts. Dimensions began to leak into each other, vomiting outrageous monsters. In response or as an auto-correction to such anomaly, talents were awakened in the inhabitants of Ul’Tra-el and they gained tremendous power, for every rift they close down, they were rewarded massively by the voice of the world called Ul. In a hardcore world like this one, our MC (Northern) reincarnated as a talentless individual but in the face of a death and a head splitting revelation... ...when all hopes seemed lost. {System Notice} Your Soul cannot take a form Searching for Unique pattern ability for your soul searching... search found. Unique System ability has been found... Unique System Ability [CopyCat] has been gained. Awakening Unique ability... Northern gained a talent copying system! ... Follow Northern through his journey as he becomes the pinnacle of this world. This a story about a white-haired boy’s rise from rubbles!! Note: This is an overpower genre but MC does not just start off like that. Even though MC can copy talents he doesn't just jump around copying talents because there's a limitation. However, his rise to strength is depicted and is an experience to enjoy. The first few hundreds would be frustrating to follow because MC is weak but that makes the experience all the more interesting when MC finally gets freaking strong and starts wiping the floor with everyones asses.

Between the howls and wails, the screams and cries of women being raped, and the villagers being eaten and butchered like cattle, there was a middle-aged man who was desperately running away while yelling his lungs out. ''Why.... WHY!!! YOU ABSOLUTE FUCKERS!!!'' His clothes were in tatters and marred in blood, with his body being barely able to function. His state was simply beyond recognition. As for where he was running to... It didn't matter... He just wanted to flee the hellish scene that was unfolding behind him. His remote village, the one he had lived in his entire life, was now a fiery beacon illuminating the night. ''Whyyyyy areeeeeee youuuuuuuuuu runninnnnnnnnnnng awwaaayyyy froooooom usssssssss?'' Terrifying low growls and voices could be perceived behind him, and every time he heard them, his body released adrenaline to try to override its limits, but to no avail as his injuries were just too severe. The humanoid creatures pursuing him were like shadows, barely distinguishable through the cover of the night. Their eyes, akin to black holes, were fixed on their prey as it struggled for its pathetic life. Their faint and sinister giggles kept reverberating through the darkness... *** As blood rushed up his throat and leaked at the corners of his mouth, his sinister appearance aggravated to where he resembled a devil. During his maniacal laugh, his punctured lungs had finally given out, causing his whole body to collapse on the ground and dyeing it a scarlet shade. His mind went blank, while his consciousness left his battered body. *** After what appeared to be a few minutes, he suddenly woke up. He was startled at first, but he soon realized that he had indeed died. Everything around him was black, without an ounce of life in sight. He was basically a spirit floating in the absolute void. ''So this is what happens when you die... You just drift in darkness... That's actually underwhelming. I wonder if I'll just fade away'' When Derrick's thoughts started to drift, a prompt appeared in front of him. [Welcome to System Nemesis, Derrick Tarlin] [Would you like to seek revenge? Yes/No]

Tao Xian, in his previous life, had been tricked by an intermediary into being “sold” as a laborer to the most powerful place on Blue Star, Duck Sea Duck State. Unfortunately, he ran into a train accident with a hazardous chemical leak. While treasure hunting and thinking, “The air sure smells sweet today,” a suffocating feeling hit him, and everything went black. When he woke up to the obnoxious sound of chanting, he realized he’d transmigrated into another world. From the irritating chanting, he pieced together that he seemed to have taken over the body of someone pretty important. To top it off, a beautiful “fallen” princess was keeping him company, and invitations from gods started pouring in. Heck, even a foreign “goddess” was asking him to create life together… “Wait a second, is that rustling sound really my heartbeat? This body’s an ancient relic—it can’t handle that kind of ‘excitement’!” After a silent scream in his mind, the “Fake Legend” Wen Xian embarked on his otherworldly journey…

THIS IS A WORLD OF DANGER . THE DAY WHEN REALITY CHANGED . IT STARTED AFTER A CRACK APPEARED ON EARTH AND MANA STARTED TO LEAK FROM IT . IT LED TO THE CREATION OF DUNGEONS AND SUPERHUMANS KNOWN AS "HUNTERS"

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.

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?

On a fateful day, dangerous leaked scientific research spilled upon the world, unleashing the menace known as zombies. The world descended into chaos as the apocalypse began. Governments fell, societies collapsed, and survival became the sole driving force. Daniel was living peacefully with his family; he gave his wife and daughter a goodbye kiss before leaving for work. Little did he know that this would be the last time he would see them. Arriving at work, a plane crashed into his place of work and When Daniel woke up, he saw that the world he knew had transformed into a wasteland, with people devouring each other. Now, Daniel embarks on a journey to reunite with his family, hoping they are okay. Will Daniel be able to reunite with his family, or will he perish in the process?

in the 1700s a world war break out a subtance of chemical that give you super power but with many cost and requirement called heniums because this subtances existance all the countries all now make an national mine for it as the main protagonist Avner Knight a normal worker that work at mine of henium but on one day a box leak and giving him power but because of he getting power from henium he have to join the courty special army

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.]

"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.

[WSA 2024 Entry] [3-5 daily chapers update] “BOOM!” Tron's body smashed through seven mountains, shattering them to dust as shockwaves destroyed everything in a twenty mile radius! But by a stroke of luck, he managed to survive. [DING!] [Host's has received an attack from a Crimson Void Dragon God] [Host's muscles will begin to adapt to the same level of power.] [DING!] [Congratulations Host, You now possess the strength of a God-level Magus!] * * * In a world where magic reign supreme, Tron Mahoraga was rendered crippled, his Magical Cortex destroyed, used as an experiment for an Arch Magus. However... [Ding! Congratulations! Ultimate Evil Matrix System Activated!] [ERROR!!! Arcane Cortex not detected!!!] [Multiversal Law Of Survival Activated] [Randomly increasing one of host's ability... ] [Ding! Supreme Muscle Adaptation acquired: Host's Cells can adapt 10,000× times faster than regular human] * * * ❰Daily Quests Updated:❱ 〘20,000 Push Ups (20,000/20,000) Completed〙 〘20,000 Sit Ups (20,000/20,000) Completed〙 〘20,000 squat (20,0000/20,000) Completed〙 〘200 kilometers (20,000/20,000) Completed〙 ❰Body Limit reached: Continue exercising to get even stronger!❱ {+500 STRENGTH] {+200 PHYSIQUE] {+200 AGILITY] 【Inspired by Mahoraga, Toji, Asta, and mashle】 * * * Your gifts and votes are my motivation, give me more motivation!

Adam was a writer who had a peculiar habit—he always dropped his stories right at their most exciting point. It wasn’t laziness; no, he wanted his readers to suffer the same frustration he did when his favorite stories abruptly ended. One day, his private Discord chat was leaked. But Adam and his friends had anticipated this. "[Adam]: Everything’s been wiped," he typed, "the hackers I hired deleted all our history. Our friends on the edge of the city can escape now. For the rest of you, stuck deeper in or too far gone... you have your pills." He glanced outside at the flashing lights of police cars closing in. "[Adam]: See you on the other side, bros." With a heavy breath, Adam swallowed the pill. His vision blurred, and darkness claimed him. When he opened his eyes, a grinning clown stood before him, the world twisted into a surreal nightmare.

My life is surrounded by misfortune, where I have to endure the greed of men out there. No one pities me; instead, they treat me as an object to be sold. The amount mentioned was so enormous that it made my eyes widen in shock. Never before had I heard of such a sum for my frail body. Even so, who would want their body sold to a lecherous man? But then, the deep voice of a man who had just arrived broke the auctioneer's concentration. He was so different, though I couldn't see his face. But that voice had a profound impact on me.

"Genevieve, don't you get it?" Jonathan's voice was laced with a hint of frustration, his words cutting through the air like a sharp blade. "I don't love you, and I never have," he continued, his tone devoid of emotion, leaving Genevieve's heart shattered into a million pieces. "Jonathan, wait... what do you mean?" Genevieve's voice trembled, her words barely above a whisper, as she struggled to comprehend the harsh reality. But Jonathan's expression remained resolute, his eyes cold and unyielding. "I love you, Genevieve, but I can't imagine a life with you," he said, his voice cracking with a mix of guilt and relief. "The wedding is off, I can't do this to myself," he declared, his words echoing through the room like a death sentence. Genevieve's world crumbled around her, her dreams shattered, her heart broken. "I'm sorry for telling you now," Jonathan said, his voice laced with regret, but it was too late, the damage was done. "Please stay," Genevieve begged, her voice cracking with desperation, but Jonathan was already gone, leaving her with a shattered heart. "I hope you find someone else," he said, his parting words a cruel twist of the knife, "someone who will love you like you deserve." But Genevieve's mind was a blur, her thoughts consumed by the anguish of Jonathan's rejection. She was lost in a sea of despair, unable to escape the pain that threatened to engulf her. Until Jayjay's soft voice pierced through the darkness, "Wake up, sleeping beauty." Genevieve's eyes fluttered open, her gaze locking onto her cousin's concerned face. "What are you doing in my room?" she asked, her voice husky from sleep, her mind still reeling from the vivid nightmare.

His father was seriously ill, and the huge medical expenses put a lot of pressure on Yang Bo, the apprentice of the antique shop. Because Kindness occasionally received glazed stones, he had a pair of golden eyes for treasure appraisal. Let's see how he can identify treasures and pick up leaks, subverting fate...

[A Danmei Story] Zhen Lixin wakes up after a long sleep, only to find himself as a complete stranger. When all his memories are gone, his journey to unveil the story around him is afoot, accompanied by a strange voice in his head. Will the voice within guide him on the path to truth or lead him further into the shadows of uncertainty?

Antoine, a hermit living deep in the Himalayas, wakes up one morning with a blue screen in front of his face. An ancient and drowsy voice informs him that Earth has evolved and that the system will be linked...

In the kingdom of Draconia, where ancient legends still live, Selinia, a young woman scarred by her past, seeks to escape from her cruel family. As an illegitimate daughter, Selinia has faced abuse from her family. When her father, in a desperate attempt to avoid execution, tells a grand lie that his daughter possesses a magical voice that can slow down – or even break – the curse, Selinia is thrust into a dangerous game. King Theodore, cursed with dark powers and only one year left to live , decides to go along with the desperate man’s tale, bringing Selinia to the castle. There, she discovers that her father has made her out to be someone with a powerful voice, even though it isn’t true. Determined to gain the freedom she has always longed for, Selinia chooses to use whatever tricks she can to deceive the king. However, as she fights for her own survival, she faces complex challenges and entanglements in a world full of deceit and darkness. Will Selinia be able to save herself, or will she fall victim to the dark legacy of Draconia?

Lilian Fleur Queen is half British and half Filipino. Her mom was a former member of an organization of assassins who fell in love with her dad, whom she thought was an ordinary guy. But turned out to be an interpole. The organization got furious about what her mom did , thinking she was the mole on the organization at that time, and put an order to kill her parents, including her. But by discovering how talented Lilian is. Both the government and the assassins change the plan They started being obsessed on getting the kid instead. But her parents are too smooth to always slip away from them, for over six years. But then came a young visitor, the top-class assassin who's trained under the government, who managed to find them but the info leaked to the organization of assassins on the other side. And there the situation got shitty.

What is even human existance? what will happen to our thoughts are we die? this thinking in the brain? the voice in your brain that's reading this what will happen?