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Naruto Hides His Skills For Hinata

Reincarnated With Three Unique Skills

[ Congratulations on receiving the following Unique Skills: – Appraisal (Basic) – Skill Absorption (Mythic) – Universal Synthesis (Ultimate) ] _____________________________________ "Synthesis Skills: Swift Sword Strike + Fire Toad's Breath." [ Ding! ] [ Congratulations! Your Skill Synthesis was successful ] [ Your skills evolved into: Azula Sword Strike ] "Synthesis Materials: Titanium Runic Sword + Wyvern Bones" [ Congratulations! You Synthesis was successful. Your Sword has evolved into Skeletal Dragon Sword ] _________________________________ In a heart-wrenching tale of loneliness and despair, Ethan's life has been one of unending tragedy. Orphaned at a young age and tormented by a relentless terminal illness, he spent his final days confined to a cold, confined hospital room. As he takes his last breath, he awakened in a mysterious void, where Ethan is given the opportunity to choose three unique skills that will define his new existence. With millions of options but only three choices, he carefully selects his path, setting the stage for an extraordinary journey of Reincarnation. Reincarnated into a fantastical world filled with magical Skills, powerful beings, and untold dangers, Ethan must navigate his new life, wielding the skills he chose to survive and thrive in a realm where anything is possible. But the question remains: Will this second life bring him the happiness and purpose he was denied in his first, or will it lead him down an even darker path? Chapter release: 2 chs/day Guys, its my first time writing, and it might not suit everyone. I can only say sorry in advance. Thanks for reading!
Elias_Nightwalker · 3M Views

Hiding the Jury's Legacy

A Nameless Transmigrator — that’s all she could call herself. A woman from the 21st century, abruptly waking up in an unfamiliar world, with no recollection of how she ended up there or who she was supposed to be. The world around her operated on its own set of rules, a modern society brimming with political intrigues, power struggles, and deeply rooted secrets. Her only clue? A name etched deep within her fragmented memories — Gauis Anubis Steinheart — a name she barely remembers reading from a synopsis of a book she happened to glance at in a random bookstore back in her world. Is Gaius Anubis Steinheart the key to her past — or the harbinger of her downfall? Without a name, without allies, and with no memories to guide her and no cheat-like abilities that other transmigrators often possess in stories, she finds herself trapped in a foreign body — a woman with a complicated life in the middle of a high-stakes political battlefield. But the biggest shock comes when she discovers she's pregnant — carrying the child of an unknown man, without a single clue who the father is or what role she’s supposed to play in this world. The clock is ticking, and the shadows of conspiracies loom ever closer. As she navigates the treacherous waters of this world, she must uncover the truth behind her identity, the child she carries, and why fate brought her into this twisted story. Who is that? Probably the Protagonist of the story. Well, who knows? Contains MATURE scenes/events that were not suitable for minors. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!
Gael_The_Great · 1K Views

His Charisma

Kiefer knew when he had contracted the Weave. He would suffer incessant nosebleed, raging headaches, auditory and visual hallucinations and occasionally lose consciousness. Those were the major symptoms of the Weave. These symptoms would continue for what seemed like forever. Scraping away at his increasingly fragile mind, rendering every night more fearful than the last. -•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•- When the clock would strike midnight, his sheets could usually be found slick with sweat, sticking to his body and getting even more soaked. Kiefer would try to move his limbs but they never really responded. His eyelids were shut tightly as he couldn't even open them. He would struggle and struggle one too many times to open them but they weren't exceptions in whatever was happening to him. But his ears? His ears picked up every single sound that surrounded him. Sometimes, Kiefer would hear one too many voices speaking at the exact same time, that they began translating into bundles and bundles of gibberish. His head ached terribly and he could do absolutely nothing about it. Trauma. While his eyes were shut, visions of vile and rabid monsters would charge at him from caves and clearings he could never quite make out. Their eyes, bloodshot, their teeth more like fangs dripping with crimson red blood, trying so desperately to rip the poor boy apart. Trauma. Kiefer would now and then try his hardest to wake himself up from the turbulent nightmare but it really did seem like the Weave hadn't had enough fun with him. -•-•-•- Kiefer would occasionally find himself tethering on the edge of the narrowest piece of boulder on what seemed to be a cliff. Looking down, his eyes would widen and his face would contort with fear as molten magma thrashed turbulently just few inches below his feet, burning and scalding his feet repeatedly. Then, all too suddenly, the cliff would melt and Kiefer would find himself falling back-first, his hands fluttering in the air, trying to grab onto whatever came into his grip to save himself. A guttural scream would escape his lips and echo off the far walls as he plunged deep into the boiling magma. -•-•-•- He wakes up with a start every new day, his forehead slick with sweat, his nightwear damp and his hair even damper. Soon, Kiefer didn't need a diviner to tell him the Weave was out for his heart. SUPPORT THIS NOVEL TO KEEP US MOTIVATED!!! FOLLOW INSTA ACCOUNT @guordio_masetti
guordio_masetti · 9.9K Views
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