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Choosing The Right Pov For A Fantasy

pov of a nobody: reincarnated in the spirit world

In a twist of fate, Soobin finds himself reincarnated in a futuristic world, exactly like the one from the novel he had been reading. His face and name remain the same, but his identity is entirely new—new parents, new friends, and a new reality governed by a mysterious force called spirit energy. In this vibrant world, children are born with energy cores, allowing them to form contracts with spirits that range from mythical creatures to ordinary animals, granting them the ability to harness incredible powers and perform flashy skills. Initially overwhelmed but intrigued by the potential of this new life, Soobin's excitement quickly wanes when he discovers a shocking truth: he was born without an energy core. With his parents both possessing cores, he is left grappling with the fear of being an outsider in a society that prizes power and strength. How can he survive in this new world? How can he ever hope to join the prestigious Arcane Spirit Academy when he lacks the very essence needed to succeed? As Soobin navigates friendships, family dynamics, and the challenges of being coreless, he must find a way to carve his own path in a world that seems determined to keep him on the sidelines. Will he discover his own unique strength, or will he be forever overshadowed by those around him? what to expect from mc; 1) polite mc, not a smartass 2) relatable mc, not extreme smart, but not dumb or clueless too. cannot be manipulated 3) doesnt shy off from showing off his powers, it might look a bit immature, but thats normal 4) good hearted mc other stuff: 1) no harem 2) 2 releases per week 3) female characters will have a personality and will not fall for mc from fight sight 4) a bit slow paced
jo2god · 2.6K Views

Dragonoid: A fantasy Harem

It is the dream of the average anime enjoyer to get hit by a truck and get sent to another world. Nathaniel (no last name) a young man with a hardly exciting life finds himself being given the opportunity to go to another world thanks to a "generous god" that gave him some boons to help him enjoy this new world of he will be going to. He gets to this new world but finds himself taking over the body of a dead prince that was thrown in to a river, deciding to ignore the reason why a prince was killed, he decides to live his own life separating himself from the prince and whatever drama the prince was involved in but can one truly be certain of their identity when they have memories of two separate lives? One of an abused child trapped in a family that hates him and one of a bored and lonely modern man with no prospects of anything in his life. ...... Things to expect from this book Harem? Yes ( 3 women, no more no less) Character growth? Yes? (Will try my best) Epic fights scenes? Absolutely (as a shounen fan, action and fights scenes are my favorite things so I can promise you won't be disappointed) Romance and relationship building with the Harem members instead of the typical bullshit? Yes. The Mc will actively pursue the women his likes and they won't just fall for him just because he's nice. This book is 20 chapters ahead on patreon, so if you want to support me then feel free to do so. www .patreon. com/YoungmasterDio Of course no spaces this will be crossposted on scribblehub and Wattpad
Xinum_Sensational · 51K Views

A Husband For The NANNY

“Congratulations, you have been hired as the personal assistant…” “Really!” Grace exclaimed even before Jace Brandon, the CEO of Brandon Corporations could finish his statement. The growing sparkle in Grace’s eyes did not escape the keen sight of Jace. “To my son,” he completed. “Yes, I’m very much delighted to take up the position of the personal assistant to … your what?!” Grace’s eyes almost popped out of their socket as she completed “son?” listlessly. “You heard me right,” Jace replied coldly as he stared at Grace. “Is that not the same as being employed as your child’s nanny?” Grace asked doubtfully. “If you want to put it that way, yes.” Jace replied nonchalantly. “In other words…” Grace began. “You are officially my son’s nanny, if you accept the offer,” Jace Brandon completed. “If there is nothing else, this interview is officially over.” ********* Grace Fowler, who had always dreamt of becoming a top designer in the biggest designing firm in the country was blacklisted for exposing sensitive company information due to a set up by the ones she trusted the most— her boyfriend and her kid sister. Shattered and battered, she set out for greener pastures in an unknown land and ended up being hired as a nanny to the son of Jace Brandon, the wealthiest billionaire in San Francisco. But the scariest thing was when her job description was gradually amended to not only taking care of the five year old autistic son of the CEO but the widowed CEO himself. What does the future hold for her when suddenly, everything around her begins to change and her past comes calling again with the sudden appearance of her boss’s late wife. Will Grace be able to let go of her past and embrace the joy of fighting for the heart of the man her heart yearns for, or settle for happiness in the arms of Trent, her boss’s cousin, who literally adores the ground Grace walks on?
Beautifiedg1 · 872.5K Views

The Server's Chronicle: A Fantasy Of Faith

Senior Server Felix stood at the front of the church, his voice steady and solemn as he greeted the congregation. “Our help is in the name of the Lord,” he intoned. “Who made Heaven and Earth,” the people responded in unison, their voices matching his reverent tone. “Today, we initiate new members into this divine and holy Order,” Felix continued. “Today, we welcome new brethren into the bosom of our Lord Jesus Christ.” At the back of the church, Louis sat on one of the few single chairs, his posture slightly slouched as his focus remained on a sheet of music in his hands. The title read, "Brightest and Best – Key of A-flat." 'Why didn’t Gramps give me an F or G? A-flat is so difficult, and I only have three days to finish it,' he grumbled silently, his brow furrowing in frustration. But he dared not voice his complaints. He could already imagine his grandfather assigning him even more difficult pieces—F-sharps and endless A-flats—as punishment. From the front of the church, a serene voice called out, “Harry! Step forward!” Louis glanced up, momentarily pulled from his inner musings. His eyes landed on a girl stepping forward from the pews. She had black hair neatly styled in a bun and striking green eyes that seemed to shine with warmth and composure. Dressed in a modest brown dress and black sandals, with a rosary resting gracefully around her neck, she exuded a calm, dignified presence. Her tanned skin and graceful demeanor only added to the aura of reverence surrounding her, befitting an Altar server. 'Sigh,' Louis thought as he brushed a hand through his white hair, his blue eyes softening with a mix of admiration and envy. 'I wonder what it’s like to be an Altar server. They all seem so pure and divine… and powerful.' Just as he returned his attention to his music, a calm, gentlemanly voice spoke beside him. “You could also be an Altar server, if you’re interested.” “Huh?” Louis blurted out, snapping his head to the side. But no one was there. “What in the name of Jesus is going on here?” he muttered, glancing nervously around. “At least you know my name,” the voice replied again, seemingly amused. “What?” Louis whispered, his heart beginning to race. "I'm certain you will be a good server," the voice said, calm yet enigmatic. Louis narrowed his eyes, still searching for its source. "Who are you?" "I have many personalities. I have many names," the voice replied with an air of mystery. "It’s your choice which one you accept." "You’re not making any sense," Louis muttered, growing more unsettled. "Blessed are those who have not seen but believed…" Before Louis could respond, his vision blurred, and the world around him seemed to melt away. He jolted awake, gasping for air. His hands clutched the crumpled sheet of music, its corners bent from his restless grip. His head teetered precariously over the edge of his bed, a faint ache in his neck reminding him of the awkward position he’d been in. "Holy Mother of Jesus!" he exclaimed as he lost his balance, tumbling off the bed in a heap of blankets and scattered papers.
JuniKelv_ · 2.9K Views
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