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A Life of Parallels! The Original World’s Sasuke: Deceived by Uchiha Itachi, misled by Uchiha Obito, and brainwashed by successive Hokage, he remained oblivious to the truth. Throughout his journey, he relied on the path laid out by Itachi and the power boosts from the Sage of Six Paths. He sealed Kaguya to save the ninja world, only to leave Konoha alone in the end. With just one daughter, he faced the impending extinction of the Uchiha bloodline… The Parallel World’s Sasuke: He immersed himself in study and reflection, diligently searching for clues to uncover the truth and settle the score with all his enemies! He cultivated his own power, mastering sage techniques, gaining the Sage Body, Rinnegan, and the power of tailed beasts—ultimately even achieving the legendary Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan! With absolute strength, he unified the ninja world, vanquishing the Ōtsutsuki clan and bringing genuine peace to the realm, ushering in an era of interstellar exploration for the ninja world! With numerous wives and descendants, he single-handedly rebuilt the Uchiha clan… -------------------------------------------------------- Disclaimer: I am not the author of this novel and hold no rights to the original work. This translation is created purely as a fan project for entertainment purposes only. No profit is being made from this translation, and while donations are highly appreciated to support future projects, they are not required. I encourage readers to support the original author and their work.^_^ If you’d like to support my future translations, you can donate via PayPal:https://paypal.me/MagicReader?country.x=PH&locale.x=en_US

How massive must the wealth of a family that has been passed down for five thousand years be? Sometimes, you’ll never know how rich your family really is until you push your parents a bit! Only after inheriting his family's five-thousand-year fortune did Zhang Menglong realize that the joy of the wealthy is so simple. Bank president, "Mr. Zhang, please, I beg you to deposit your money with our bank, and you can set the interest rate!" Huaxia's top wealthy second generation, "Does the whole world belong to your family or what?" World's richest person, "I feel like I am just a poor man!" European Royal Family, "Mr. Zhang, are you lacking a girlfriend? If you are, would you mind finding one? If not, would you mind one more? What do you think about our country's princess?" Latter, Zhang Menglong found out that the college his parents left him was the most impressive thing. Actually, being a dean turned out to be even more joyful than being the world's richest person!

Do you ever imagine there's another world running right beside ours? . . . “Why don’t we put this in?" A woman speaks, her voice smooth, almost affectionate. “Nah, that’s too overpowered. Let’s add something different. Something… darker.” Then, a man’s voice interrupts, firm and unyielding. “Hey! Why don’t we make him a vampire?” The woman’s voice perks up, excited. A chill goes through me. Make what! vampire? Who! Me?! What—what are they talking about? The man lets out a skeptical grunt. “A vampire? Sure, that’s interesting, but it's too OP. Let's add something to balance it.” “Okay, okay,” she says, her tone still light, as though designing some casual new toy. “But let’s change the species—no blood-sucking from humans. It’s been done to death, too cliché right?” Blood-sucking? Humans? My mind spins. Are they actually talking about turning me into… some kind of creature? “Well,” the man chuckles, “there’s plenty else he could prey on in this world, isn’t there? We’ll give him something else to feed on.” The voices continue, completely oblivious to my horror. I lie helpless, only able to listen as they throw around options, shaping me, deciding my fate. My heart—if I even have one—pounds in the emptiness. I can’t see, move, or speak. But in their hands, I’m becoming something, one twisted decision at a time.

Silent Testimonies is a journey into the unexpressed—the thoughts, hopes, and heartaches we hide beneath the surface, and the strength required to give voice to them

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…]

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."

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[Warning!!!] . [Risk of Danger!Alert!] . . [High levels of poison detected in the blood system] . [Countermeasures activated] With those words in a robotic voice. I felt my head ache then I collapsed due to all the pain.

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.

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".

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?

When the Kraelions, an alien species with advanced technology, invaded Earth, humanity was pushed to the brink of destruction. After a decade of war, a surprise coup within the Kraelion hierarchy led to a sudden truce. The new Kraelion leader revealed that their home planet was under attack by a mysterious, unstoppable force, and begged for asylum on Earth. With no choice, humans agreed, and the two species began to integrate. As they coexisted, humans discovered the Kraelions' kind nature and inter-species relationships flourished. Children born from these unions exhibited extraordinary abilities due to genetic mutations. Lena, daughter of a kyrennei father and Kraelion mother, was expected to excel. However, her ability was disappointingly ranked F-grade, earning her parents' disdain and comparison to her A-grade gifted younger sister. Shunned and treated as an outcast, Lena's life took a dramatic turn when she encountered a mysterious incident that implanted a powerful system in her mind. With this newfound potential, Lena's fate is rewritten, and she must navigate the complexities of her heritage, family dynamics, and the secrets surrounding the Kraelions' past.

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.

Tough teen Shoji wakes in a warped, dying world after a mysterious voice calls him “chosen.” Faced with monsters and shadowy allies, he must survive long enough to discover why Nyx, the god of shadows, has dragged him into this 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.

It was a very normal day for the inhabitants of planet Earth when an emotionless robotic voice resounded in every creature's mind. "Unawakened Planet#54673242 discovered" "Initiating Awakening" When mankind had finally adapted to these changes, the voice of the System rang once again. "Tutorial has ended. A war will be initiated for the ownership of Planet#54673242." Mankind fought long and hard but they were still no match for their enemies. Mankind lost. Ezekiel or Zeke as his friends knew him, was a researcher. He was one of the wisest humans and there was a spear sticking through his chest. As he was dying, he heard the System's voice. "Activation prerequisites met." "Activating Skill: Glitch???" "Remaining Uses: None" The last thing he heard before dying was, "You human vermin finally lost. This planet now belongs to the...wait! What is happening? Why is the Sys@#$%@$..." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This is a regression novel. Also, check out my other book, Chaos Chronicles: Rise of the Cosmic Archon[Remastered] Cover by Forteller. For comissions, contact him at: maxisjay7@gmail.com

"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.

[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 a world where mastery over the elements defines power, Arin starts as a nobody—a weak, unremarkable orphan with no known family and no natural talent. But when a twist of fate unlocks his ability to harness the ancient elemental arts, his journey from weak to strong begins. Gifted with the potential to command Earth, Fire, Wind, Water, and Space, Arin’s cultivation grows rapidly, though not without a few missteps, unexpected luck, and comical failures. Along the way, he encounters powerful masters, ruthless enemies, and unexpected allies, each with their own elemental abilities. As he progresses, Arin learns the dangers of arrogance, the value of patience, and the true meaning of strength. But the road to power isn't easy. Ancient forces stir in the shadows—none more dangerous than Arcane, a legendary figure feared across realms. Even Arin's masters pale in comparison to Arcane's strength, yet his mysterious history hints at more than just villainy. In the background looms a greater threat: the Foreseer Clan, a group controlling entire universes, bent on domination. Arin’s destiny is tied to the very balance of the cosmos, but how can he face such overwhelming forces when even his mentors quiver in fear?

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?

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?

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?

The CIA conducts an experiment that goes wildly wrong, trapping Flat Flanagan, a 1920s Private Eye, age of 29, in the 21st Century. With no way back, Flat takes up Director Gresson’s offer and becomes the CIA’s last Private Eye. However, things aren’t all tulips & roses as there's the boiling-hot election making hell look like a paradise in comparison. Mr. Beckdette, the Mob Boss running for President, has been holding hidden cards up his sleeve and it soon becomes clear to Director Gresson that it’s up to Private Eye Flat to “hit on all sixes” to keep this Mob Boss from turning a game of “Political Blackjack” into a game of “Nuclear Craps”. With odds stacked against him, can Flat Flanagan stop this modern Mob Boss with old-school gumshoeing, noir justice, and a large glass of egg creams? Or will Mr. Beckdette win the pot and send the Private Eye spinning out into his thirties with a crash harder than the stock market of the 1930s?

Due to her ugliness, Shen Ting was abandoned by her parents from a young age, enduring endless ridicule and scorn. Others called her a freak, a toad, a monster. She had helped many people, yet they never once thanked her—only disgust and insults were ever directed her way. Is being ugly truly a crime? When Shen Ting was pushed down the stairs by her only friend, she heard her say, “The only reason I befriended you was because you’re uglier than me. You make me look less hideous in comparison.” Only then did she realize that ugliness was indeed a sin—a sin she could never escape. Before she died, she prayed: if there were another life, she wouldn’t wish for wealth or health, only to be beautiful—just to be beautiful! God heard her plea, and so Shen Ting returned to her fifteen-year-old self, gifted with a system, a system called "Venus 001." The ugly girl underwent a stunning transformation, completing missions, conquering handsome men, earning points, and step by step ascending to the pinnacle of life.

When I woke up in an unknown place, I heard a voice in my head. [Ding ~ Congratulations host, you have obtained a beginner's package, does the host want to open it?] Is this is it a system? I said open in my heart. [Ding ~ Congratulations host gets a special khodam gacha.] Looking at the gacha prize, I saw familiar names, such as the nine-tailed fox, sunwukong, and other great creatures. Okay, the system starts gacha, after waiting for a while the system voice sounded again [Ding ~ Congratulations host gets the Ancient Kraken Khodam.]

Kael had been awake for days, haunted by the same vision every time he closed his eyes. It started the same way—his father’s voice calling his name, followed by the unbearable pressure in his chest, and then the darkness. He saw the Stone of Raelith, glowing with an eerie, pulsating light, before everything was consumed by shadow. Then came the voice—a voice not of this world, promising power and death in equal measure.