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Naruto Gains Nagato Rinnegan

Omniscient: Most wanted criminal in an another world gain's control

This synopsis only covers the beginning of the novel; it represents just a small part of the full story. Xiandre Valkyrie, infamously known as the Smiling Reaper, was once the most wanted criminal in the world. After years of chaos, fame, and unparalleled glory, he grew bored of it all. Craving peace, he staged his own death—shooting himself in the head on Lilika’s Silver Bridge of Flinch, falling into the waters below, and vanishing from history. Unbeknownst to the world, he had adopted a new identity: Kian, an ordinary high school student. Four years later, while attending Ka-agahan Academy, a mysterious broadcast interrupted his class—a nuclear missile was heading directly toward the school. Death seemed certain. But just before impact, everything turned white. When Kian’s vision returned, he—and a select group of students from different academic classes—found themselves transported to a vast castle in another world. Their summoner: Princess Millie. Her claim: they had all died and been brought here to become Holy Soldiers, champions chosen to battle the eldritch god of profanity. Each student was evaluated—measured by the strength of their magical affinity and the elemental power they possessed in this new world. The main character, Xiandre, was granted the potent Element of Control, a power shared by his entire class. But when his individual tier was assessed, the results were shocking: Tier One—the lowest possible rank. Heavenly SYSTEM Level: 1 User: Xiandre Valkyrie Element: Controller Tier Level: 1 Stats: Strength: 1 Speed: 1 Defense: 1 Princess Millie, feigning grace, assured everyone that having a low tier was nothing to be ashamed of—"No one is perfect," she smiled. But Kian—Xiandre—sensed the truth. Princess Millie adored the strong and held no value for the weak. She and the goddess Fillia plotted to eliminate those deemed unworthy. When Xiandre’s power level was falsely assessed as one of the weakest, he was betrayed by his classmates who were easily manipulated by the genius and brilliancy of princess Millie he was cast aside. Along with other "weaklings," he was banished to the depths of hell. Yet Xiandre did not break. Instead, he smiled. "This is was more exciting than being the hero of the story." Xiandre Quoted (Average Chapter words length 1500 - 2500 words) Status |Finished|
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The Day I Gained Rekra

Arel found himself standing in a place that defied description. It wasn't a room, or a landscape, or anything he could categorize. It was more like… a blank space, a mix of light and shadow, a feeling of vastness that made his head spin. Before him, or rather, all around him, were The Architects. "Arel Glyndove," a chorus of voices resonated, not through his ears, but directly into his mind. "We have observed you." "Observed me? Who are you?" "We are The Architects," the voices replied, their tone devoid of emotion, yet filled with an increasing sense of power. "We are those who shaped your reality, who unleashed the force you call Rekra." Arel's brow furrowed. "Rekra? You are the one who made it? " "Indeed," the voices confirmed. "And you, Arel Glyndove, possess a unique connection to it." "What do you mean? I'm just a locksmith." he said amidst chuckles "You are more than that," the Architects stated. "Your Rekra potential is… extraordinary. It transcends the limitations of your world, possessing a multiversal scale." Arel stared at them, his mind struggling to process the information. "Multiversal? I don't… I don't understand." "We offer you a choice," the Architects said, their forms shifting, revealing glimpses of countless realities. "Join us. Transcend your mortal form. Become a force capable of shaping existence itself." Arel looked around at the shifting, boundless space, at the Architects' forms of pure energy. He thought of his workshop, the familiar scent of oiled metal, the feel of a perfectly crafted lock in his hands. "That's… a lot to take in," he said, his voice quiet. "But… I don't think so." The Architects' forms pulsed, a subtle shift in their energy. "You refuse?" "Yeah," Arel said, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "I'm just a locksmith. I like fixing things. I like… doorknobs. And I've got a town to get back to." "Your potential is wasted on such trivialities," the Architects said, a hint of something resembling curiosity in their voices. "Maybe," Arel said, shrugging. "But it's my triviality." The Architects' forms shimmered, then began to fade. "As you wish, Arel Glyndove. But know this: you cannot escape your potential. It will shape your path, whether you choose it or not." And then, Arel found himself back in his workshop, the scent of oiled metal filling his nostrils, the familiar tools scattered across his workbench. The conversation felt like a dream, yet the echo of the Architects' words still resonated in his mind.
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