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Mg Gundam Banshee

My Joker System: From Low Mana Trash to the Mightiest Wizard!

Abandoned by Fate, but Chosen by Chaos. A world where magic reigns supreme and the mightiest wizards stand at the apex. A world where one’s mana affinity, if one even had it, determines one’s status in society, whether one could soar through the skies like a dragon or remain grounded, scraping by like rats or chickens. This was the world Hal Fennec was born into. Raised in the poverty of a border village, Hal had one wish: to give his mother a better life, one free from the constant fear of beast attacks and invasions by the Fellkin. But fate seemed to be playing a cruel joke. Despite being the brightest and most confident among his peers since childhood, Hal turned out to be barely qualified to become a wizard. His natural talent, contrary to his expectations, was nowhere near enough to fulfill even his modest dream of a decent city life. But then, just when his final hope was snuffed out and the future seemed gray and bleak, a twist of fate—or more fittingly Chaos—granted him a system that would turn everything around. Additional tags: #Gacha =========== [WSA 2025 Entry] Regular release schedule: 2 ch/day Voting and Gifting Rewards: Every 300 Power Stones = 1 bonus chapter (maximum of 1 per week) Every 100 Golden Tickets = 1 bonus chapter (maximum of 1 per week) Super gifts (Magic Castle, Spacecraft, Golden Gachapon) = mass release of 5 chapters to be delivered within two weeks, on top of the bonus chapters from voting. (Maximum of 1 per month. In the rare case that I receive two in one month, the bonuses will carry over to the next two weeks or the following month.) !!PLEASE DO NOTE that these rewards are only until SEPTEMBER 30, the end of my book's MGS, as I do not want to burn myself out. I can only offer my sincerest gratitude and appreciation for whatever I receive after that. However, all the super gifts I receive until September 30 will still count, and I will deliver on my promise in the following months until everything promised has been fulfilled. === The limits are in place to ensure that the quality of my work doesn't drop. While I do enjoy earning more, I also want to make sure my readers get their money's worth to the best of my current abilities as a writer. Thanks in advance to those who will participate
Meowder · 186.1K Views

The Alpha's Mate Is A Banshee

"Please don’t hurt me!" Alisha’s voice cracked with terror as her back pressed against the cold wall. Her chest rising and falling like a hunted animal. The room felt too small, the air too heavy, like it was swallowing her whole. Her eyes locked onto the man before her. He was a stranger, yet something about him felt inescapable. He wore a wicked grin like her fear was his pleasure. "I’d never hurt you, Alisha," he said. "Like I told you... you’re my mate." His long and cold fingers trailed the curve of her cheek slowly. The touch sent a shiver rocketing through her spine, not from the chill, but from the claim. Her heart pounded violently, like it was trying to break its way out of her chest. She could hardly breathe. "It was you... wasn’t it?" she whispered, trembling. "You killed that thing... the thing that attacked me in the woods." His gaze sharpened. "Yes," he said without hesitation. "And I’ll do it again. A hundred times over, if it means keeping you safe." He stepped closer, and she could feel the heat radiating off him. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, her scent crashing into him like a drug. He staggered slightly, overwhelmed. "What are you doing?" she asked, voice brittle with confusion and fear. His eyes fluttered open, now dark with hunger. "I’m taking you in. God! your scent is intoxicating. I want to do wicked things to you, Alisha. You don’t know what you do to me." Alisha’s knees buckled. It was too much, the tension, the nearness, the threat veiled as desire. Every instinct screamed for her to run, but her body was frozen, caught between terror and some terrifying pull she didn’t understand. Just then, the door creaked open. "Alisha?" her mother’s voice called out. In an instant, the man vanished. A gust of wind brushed past her as if reality itself blinked and he was gone.
Fantasyink · 4.9K Views

Stray Hound

(Author's note:It will include a system.) 2039 AD December 22, Alien Humanoids appeared, Domineer's they were, an advanced race, in technology and physicality. They're arrival brought fear to humanity and how right they were. Domineer's came with the intention of subjugating. Obviously Humanity fought back, modern military power held out, but were pushed back. Variants; they were called, The Death seeker, most commonly seen, the accelerates and tankers. Guns, were not fast enough to land a hit on Accelerates, missiles not powerful enough to damage a tanker, and humanity were not careful enough for Death Seeker's, time to time referred as hunters. Humanity scavenged the technology and integrated it into there current technology, but that took a century. 20 years too crasp the fundamental of there technology. Although due too the lack of resources it took 70 years to adapt it. That was when they attacked back and pushed back the Domineer's on there back foot, Humanity recovered a century and two decades past and focused on offensive technology. And humanity decided they would not wait for them to come back so they went on the offensive. But in there haste the Domineer's targeted there military bases, food suppliers and once more humanity was on the cliff. 200 years of humanity keeping a stagnant clash, then being pushed back. 2480 AD Humanity was losing hope such as a man who was protecting his people that were in a underground base, as it was a secret supplier, to numerous base's. This man fought against a Domineer. At the end of the battle the Domineer had holes in his body and half his face gone, and numerous scattered piece of earth protruding as spikes or broken walls, that was the first Meta, accounted for and was known as the start of the militaries strength. Two decades past and Humanity found a way to give and teach theses abilities through MG serum's (Meta-Gene serum's) and a GI (Gene-Index) which contained information on the Meta-Ability. Humanity fought harder and harder more and more, fiercer and fiercer. But Domineer's grew stronger aswell, with Darker armour. 2678 AD; Humanity was being pushed back as Domineer's appeared wearing armour with beast like features, These were Beast Equipment, Humanity in turn found life on other planets, Beast were what they found. Integrating beast weaponry into there power and Humanity became more powerful than thought. 2700 AD; 300 years before the treaty between Humanity and Domineer's were established, in the 8th or eighth Planetary War, a monster, an abomination attacked both sides and War Hero's killed and learned it was a hybrid Domineer and Human. And after many more decades. 3000 AD the treaty was made. and current time 3010 AD.
Atomic_cell · 39.4K Views

The Only Way I Know

The Triple R Ranch welcomed home Wyatt Ray, son of Colt and Hedli, a man weathered by service but still holding the steady gaze of his rodeo-legend parents. Fresh back from another long military deployment, the quiet of the ranch felt both familiar and strangely new. His cousin, Logan, had just headed off to college with his fiancée, leaving a different kind of void. At twenty-five, Wyatt found himself drawn to the thunder of hooves, to the scent of dust and leather. The rodeo circuit, the world his parents had conquered, called to him now with a renewed purpose. He was thinking of finally stepping into the arena himself, not just as a spectator, but as a competitor, ready to forge his own legacy. Meanwhile, the rodeo circuit was home to Cassidy Smith, daughter of Nathaniel and Izzy Smith. She'd practically been born in the grandstands and raised in the livestock pens, knowing the circuit like the back of her hand. For Cassidy, the rodeo wasn't just a sport; it was a way of life, a demanding mistress that required constant dedication. She knew the drill for earning money, from the painstaking travel with her horses to ensuring their peak health and taking meticulous care of herself. She was a formidable competitor, excelling in roping, barrel racing, and the raw courage of bareback bronc riding. Then, a new rider appeared, a retired military officer whose style in the arena stirred something deep within her, reminding her of a legend she'd only ever heard tales about: Colt Ray. How do Wyatt and Cassidy first encounter each other on the rodeo circuit? Is it a chance meeting, a competitive clash, or perhaps a moment where their shared passion brings them together?
MG_Ramsey · 11K Views

Head Over Boots

The dust of a small Texas town settled around Tessica Raleigh, a world away from the familiar outskirts of Dodge City, Kansas. She didn't expect much from this "Podunk" place, certainly not excitement. Her life revolved around the rhythm of the seasons, the annual harvest of wheat and corn that her family meticulously managed. Her true sanctuary wasn't a quiet room or a bustling city street; it was the cab of a combine or a tractor, the steady hum of the engine a comforting presence as she plowed and harvested the crops. Romance was a distant, practically nonexistent, concept in her demanding schedule. Her parents, meanwhile, basked in their perceived wealth from the successful harvests, seemingly oblivious to anything beyond their financial comfort. On the Triple R Ranch, Logan Ray was living a different, yet equally focused, life. His days were steeped in the traditions of the ranch, a legacy passed down by his dad and uncles. His sophomore year had been smooth sailing, and he felt no anxieties about stepping into junior year. The only real pressure came from his friends, who relentlessly teased him about getting a girlfriend. Logan, however, had his priorities set on his studies and the demanding work of the ranch. He found far more interest in the intricacies of cattle and crops than in high school dating. This focus, however, sometimes made him a target for Kale Edwards, Sawyer Edwards' oldest son, whose animosity often manifested in physical blows.
MG_Ramsey · 13.7K Views

Triple R Ranch: The New Ranch Hand: #2

Bucky, the eldest of the three Ray brothers, watched the easy way Colt and Hedli moved around each other, a quiet contentment settling over his younger brother that Bucky hadn't seen in years. He was genuinely happy for them, but a familiar ache stirred within him. After his last relationship ended, he'd resigned himself to being the perpetually single brother, convinced that love wasn't in the cards for him. He was stuck in a self-imposed limbo, torn between the faint hope of finding someone and the strong pull to just stay single forever. Meanwhile, Ali arrived in town, a fresh face with a determined glint in her eyes. She was looking for ranch work, specifically. The Triple R Ranch's "Help Wanted" sign in the feed store caught her attention, and a small smile touched her lips. Ali wasn't just proficient; she was meticulous. Every task she was given, from mending fences to doctoring livestock, she tackled with an almost fierce dedication, intent on conquering it and ensuring it was done perfectly the first time. The Triple R was exactly what she'd been looking for. What Ali didn't know yet was that the Triple R was home to more than just hard work. She didn't know about Bucky, the oldest brother, battling his own internal demons about love. Will Ali take the job, pouring all her energy into proving herself on the ranch, or will the magnetic pull of Bucky's quiet intensity shift her focus from work to winning his hesitant heart?
MG_Ramsey · 17.5K Views

When A Filipino got Isekai'd with a Twist ! "only I can summon those!"

When a Filipino Brings a Gundam to a Sword Fight > "Oh great, another summoner. Just what we need—more useless adventurers." > > *Famous last words from Sir Knight-Who-Got-His-Butt-Kicked* Look, getting isekai'd is already weird enough, but being a Filipino summoner in a fantasy world? That's like bringing *balut* to a fancy French dinner party – completely unexpected and guaranteed to raise some eyebrows. Picture this: There I was, contemplating whether to have *sisig* or *adobo* for dinner, when suddenly – **POOF!** – I got yeet'd into Medieval Times™ faster than my mom could throw her legendary tsinelas. And what did the universe decide to gift me with? The supposedly "weakest" class: *a summoner*. But here's where it gets *interesting*. These fantasy folks thought I'd be pulling rabbits out of hats or summoning cute forest creatures. **Boy, were they in for a surprise!** Because while they were expecting wooden sticks and basic swords, I was busy figuring out if I could summon: * My mom's battle-tested tsinelas (with +20 critical hit, mind you) * A fully-loaded M16 *Armor you say? " How about a mask raider suit! Or iron man armor!(credit to marvel ) * And oh yeah, *casual flex*, **AN ENTIRE FREAKING GUNDAM** Let me tell you something funny about being the "weak" summoner – when you can call forth weapons that would make Michael Bay weep tears of explosive joy, suddenly nobody's laughing at your class choice anymore. Welcome to my story of how a Pinoy turned the weak summoner class from zero to hero, one ridiculous weapon at a time. yeah that's me your accidental hero! #connected universe!
WrathBuh69 · 70.7K Views
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