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Dream And Cross Vs Nightmare

My nightmare of a multiverse

disclaimer: I do not own Darksouls or the cover pic they are all own by their respective companies or indivduals (for the cover pic) or any of the media which will be included in this fanfic. i only own the OC and the intellectual property of this fic. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ It all started with me getting t-boned by some drunk driver, IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DAY. followed by getting to meet the coolest and chillest god of them all...the truth from FMA. the not so cool part though is I'm forced to go to dark souls but I'm sort of fine with that it is a world with lots of potential for power ups. oh and did I mention that this is a realistic world. so no it's not like the games where you can just go up to the stray demon and kill it with a straight sword easily nope because that Is what casuals do plus I'm stuck here now since I just wanted to be cool and go the Nightmare route. -Darksouls -multiverse -maybe harem? like 1 or 2 girls per world? -not wish fulfillment! -dark -lore accurate ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ author's note first try writing a FF hope it's good if this gets good and people steal it and someone finds it please tell me i will try to do something about it or just upload it in that website.
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Spells VS Shells

The Kingdom of Steel is rotting from within. Gluttonous nobles tear it apart, and the throne is cracking beneath the king. Rebellions brew in the rear, while powerful neighbors wait patiently for the perfect moment to intervene. They told me this world couldn't be changed. They told me this country couldn't be saved. They told me I was a worthless heir — a disgrace to a noble House. They were wrong. Because they didn't know where I came from. Didn't know what knowledge I brought with me. I will claim what's mine. Climb to the top. And rewrite this world from scratch. Let's see how their tactical spells compare to artillery shells. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Author's Note Now that we're done with the dramatic part, let me explain — simply and directly, what this story is about. In short: Technology vs. Magic. A protagonist who knows how a musket works... and has metal magic? What could be more imbalanced? If you've been looking for something in the vein of "Release That Witch" — yes, this is it. Of course, not right from Chapter One. Industrial revolutions take time. But eventually, you'll get: Musketeer lines vs. battle mages; Grapeshot tearing through knights; Cannonballs smashing into demons; Bombs dropped from airships onto castles; and chemical weapons... Oh, wait, was that a war crime? Let's pretend you didn't hear that last part. Naturally, there'll also be noble intrigue, impossible missions, duels, and absolute domination. What won't you find here? Well… Boredom. At least, I'll do my best.
Aleks_Kotov · 5.6K Views

Catalyst Cross Lesio

Naph had a couple of years of extremes. One year, he was trying to chase down a few rats in a desert. Another he was hunting bears in a river. There was a year when he just chilled himself on a beach. His volatile heart mayhems his life. This time his hunt had a different breed entirely. Named Bulwark. Quite the bounty on such a name. The only requirement? Bring the head back clean and without damage. Hunting was a sport. At least that’s what he had learned by watching others. Every adult showing off their repertoire of the dead. His volatile nature and teen years hadn’t taught him whom to show off or not. Bulwark was his first human kill. Yet it was his first insight into what a ‘catalyst’ could do. His survival had been on his intellect earlier, but not anymore. The world responded. He ran. Ran into things he hadn’t heard. Will the world make him another number in its long list of the dead? Or will he learn its truths? Will he know of the unspoken words he hadn’t processed? His heart a volatile entity; the world a raging a beast chasing him. And a few words that he didn’t knew- yet one etched itself in: “Cata”. ---------------------------------------------------- This story is also available on RoyalRoad.com with the same title "Catalyst Cross Lesio" with the username 'alex_reads'. My paypal is connected to it, so if you wish to help out a budding artist do go to my "Catalyst Cross Lesio" on RoyalRoad.com and hit that donate button! Thank you! :)
alex_read · 10.8K Views
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