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Naruto Is The Son The Third Hokage

The Duke's youngest son is Unbearable

"Power tends to corrupt, and absolute power corrupts absolutely…" Man, these words are simple yet very true. The one who said these words must have really been… "corrupted," hehe. Does power corrupt? Maybe. But why? Is it power's very nature to corrupt? If that's true, does that mean everyone who has power is… corrupted? And if they are, then how much? Partially, slightly, or fully? Who, then, is the most corrupt? Is it the police, who have the power of law over the people who break it? Or is it the military, with the power of weapons? Or is it the politicians, controlling the police, the military, and the infamous red buttons? Or perhaps it's the people who fund those politicians—those who control everything from the shadows. To know who is the most corrupt, we need to figure out who is the most powerful. If I asked a random person, "Who's the most powerful being?" they'd probably answer with one word: God. Well, it makes sense. I mean, God Himself says in His holy scriptures that He is the source of all power. The most powerful being there was, is, and will ever be. If He is the source of all power... And if power's very nature is to corrupt... Then does that mean "God," the source of all power, is also the source of all corruption?! I rubbed the back of my neck, my lips twitching into a nervous smile. Probably not, but then again… Angels, the second most powerful beings, worship God and cannot disobey Him. At least in Islam, they can't. Christianity? Well, that's a whole different ballgame. So I don't know—maybe. But what about the people who believe in God? There are plenty of radicals out there. I mean, I've seen enough news stories about people blowing themselves up in the name of God. Killing others in His name. Some even believe they're chosen by God, so they kill for Him. Are they believers in God? Corrupted by the Devil? Or enlightened beings who see something my dumb self doesn't? I squinted, tapping my fingers rhythmically against my thigh. Man, I don't know about Hell, but after all these blasphemous thoughts, I don't think God's letting me into Heaven either. Now, everyone's probably wondering, Why are you talking about these blasphemous things? Well, it's my grandma's fault. "What did she do?" Nothing! It's not what she did—it's what she said. When I was little, my grandma used to say, "If you have nothing to do, think about God." So, technically, it's her fault. Title: The Duke's Youngest Son Is Unbearable Asher, the youngest son of an esteemed archduke, is infamous for his arrogance, sharp tongue, and reckless demeanor. To the outside world, he’s the epitome of a spoiled noble, but beneath the façade lies a storm of confusion and turmoil. Memories of a past life on Earth haunt him, colliding with his current existence, and leaving him questioning the very fabric of reality. A dungeon raid at Aetherion Academy turns into a life-altering event when a rivalry with the commoner prodigy, Elvin, spirals out of control. Left for dead, Asher experiences his first "awakening," a mysterious phenomenon that not only heals his shattered ether core but also grants him the power to manipulate space and time. His revival raises more questions than answers—why was he brought back, and what does this awakening truly mean? Asher’s newfound abilities catapult him into a world of intrigue, where nobles play dangerous games, ancient secrets resurface, and shadowy powers stir in the background. His abrasive personality and sharp wit make him enemies at every turn, but it also hides the growing weight of responsibility and guilt he carries. With each stage of his awakening, Asher’s abilities grow stronger, moving from controlling objects and altering the physical world to rewriting the very concept of time itself. But with great power comes consequences, and the line between saving the world and destroying it becomes increasingly blurred. join Asher in this journey.
DaydreamerBoy · 4.5K Views

Naruto : The Wind Calamity

The MC transmigrates into Narutoverse in the body of a civilian orphan. Luckily for him, the transmigration results in chakra being unlocked. Follow the story of the MC as he grows in power and stabilizes himself into the world of ninjas and trains to be the strongest.  Warning :  1. The MC won't be op for a long time. All his power would be gained via hard work and training over years (so if u want an op mc right from the word go, this one ain't for you) 2. No harem (probably no romance either) 3. There will be a lot of killing (maybe gore too, not sure if I can do gore right though) 4. The story will start slow. Quite a few of initial chapters will be around training, orphanage and academy life, instead of directly becoming a Genin. 5. MC is a careful person, he won't put his life at risk unless there is no other choice. 6. I haven't read (nor will be reading) Baruto. So Baruto plotline won't be considered much in here. What to expect : 1. Smart and consistent MC  2. Lots of training 3. MC manipulating the plot to his advantage 4. A lot of original arcs.  5. Plot will mostly stay the same (at least till Shippuden), but I won't repeat any scenes/dialogues that took place in the manga (as I'm assuming you've already read it). Disclaimer : I don't own Naruto or its characters (except the original characters I create). The image used in the cover isn't mine and belongs to R. J PS : It's my first fanfic, I'm hoping it turns out good. All reviews and constructive criticisms are welcome. Grammar and English should be fine, but I'm not sure how good the dialogues and scenarios will be. Hopefully I'll improve as this fanfic progresses forward.
Devil_Hex · 29.9M Views

The ghost of my son

In a peaceful village, nestled in a valley surrounded by forests, lived a little girl named Claire. She had recently moved into an old house with her mother, after her parents had separated. The house, an ancient dwelling full of history, had a melancholic air, but Claire loved it for its tranquility. Deep down, she hoped that this new life would one day ease the pain of the separation. One winter evening, while playing alone in the living room, Claire noticed a pale, translucent figure standing near the window. It was a little boy, perhaps around her age, dressed in clothes from another era, gazing at her with sad eyes. He seemed lost and solemn. As Claire approached him, she felt an odd sense of calm. The figure slowly faded as she reached out to touch him. The next day, Claire searched for clues about this apparition. Through the old papers in the house, she discovered the story of a boy named Jules, who had lived there long before her. He had died in a tragic accident, taken too soon at the age of eight. His parents, overwhelmed by immense grief, had divorced after the loss of their child, unable to bear their shared sorrow. Jules's appearances became more frequent, and Claire began talking to him. She learned that, even in the afterlife, Jules could not find peace. He was troubled by the separation of his parents and could not bring himself to leave this world without trying to reconcile them. Claire understood that the little boy was seeking help, hoping that someone—an ordinary child like herself—could bring his parents back together and heal their broken hearts. Each night, Claire and Jules talked for long hours. She explained her own situation, the pain she felt from not seeing her father as often, the sadness of seeing her mother so lonely. Jules listened attentively while sharing his story and confiding his wish to reunite his parents. He told her, "If only they could love each other again, everything would be fine, Claire. I don’t want to see them separated in the afterlife." Gradually, Claire took the idea seriously. She began talking to her mother about Jules and his appearances, and soon, she had the courage to write a letter to her father, asking him to come back, even just for a moment, so that the family could be together, if only for an instant. One weekend, the miracle happened. Her father, touched by Claire’s letter, agreed to come and spend time with them. Claire felt as though Jules’s presence guided her every step. As the day went on, a strange but powerful sense of harmony filled the house. The tensions eased, and even though Claire’s parents knew they were not meant to be together, a new peace settled between them. That evening, after dinner, Claire found herself alone for a moment in the living room, watching the remnants of Jules’s shadow. He stood there, smiling faintly, his eyes filled with gratitude and happiness. He had not disappeared, but he seemed calmer, as if he had found peace. He gently faded away, before dissolving into the light of the fireplace.
Goods · 917 Views
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