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Naruto Meets His Alternate Self

Alternate Liberation

Alternate Liberation A Seven-Part Epic of Adventure to Restore the Balance of the Universe Book 1: The Conqueror of Chaos When Akira Wattanakul, an ordinary teenager from Earth, receives a mysterious gemstone from his mother, his life changes forever. The gemstone transports him to Arcadia, a world where magic and technology intertwine—a realm filled with breathtaking wonders: seas of lava, underwater cities, floating islands, and lands ruled by advanced artificial intelligence. In this extraordinary land, Akira faces the Seven Deadly Sins, dark overlords wielding unparalleled power, malevolent forces of chaos, and even the gods themselves. Alongside these challenges, he uncovers startling truths about his own identity—truths that will shake the foundations of who he thought he was. Gifted with the unique ability to wield both the powers of light and darkness, Akira must summon his courage, rely on the bonds of friendship, and make unimaginable sacrifices to change the fate of Arcadia. But as the pieces of the puzzle fall into place, Akira is driven to question one thing above all: Why was he chosen as the “Heir of Arcadia”? This is a journey of hope, loss, and destiny—a tale of decisions that will not only alter Akira’s life forever but also reshape the very fabric of the universe. Embark on an adventure where mysteries unfold, alliances are tested, and the balance of the cosmos hangs by a thread. Will Akira rise to the challenge, or will chaos reign supreme?
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Lynn finds himself relentlessly opposed by a group of chosen ones—heroes of destiny tasked with saving the world. Despite his many efforts to avoid them, fate keeps pushing him into conflict with these seemingly invincible figures. Desperate to find a way out, Lynn partners with a mysterious individual who gifts him a powerful system, one that offers unimaginable strength and potential. But even with these newfound abilities, Lynn repeatedly faces defeat at the hands of the chosen ones. No matter how many times he tries, the cycle continues, and Lynn begins to question if his fate is truly his own, or if he's simply a pawn in a game beyond his control. As the battles grow more intense and the stakes higher, Lynn must confront a harsh truth: some battles are never meant to be won. Lynn is ultimately defeated in his first confrontation, losing his life in the process. Refusing to accept defeat, Lynn reincarnates, determined to change the outcome. This time, armed with his knowledge and the system, he plans to outwit the chosen ones and alter the course of his fate. However, his actions, though calculated, lead him down an unforeseen path, and his manipulation of events ultimately backfires. In a tragic twist, Lynn is betrayed by his own decisions, leading to an unfair and untimely death at the hands of those he once sought to protect. After dying for the second time, Lynn is overwhelmed with doubt. His system, his strategies, and even his past lives have proven insufficient against the chosen ones—heroes of prophecy that seem invincible. As his world crumbles around him, Lynn is forced to confront a harsh truth: his strength, no matter how much it grows, will never be enough to defeat them. In the final moments as everything fades to black, in a desperate flash of clarity, a daring thought crosses his mind: If I can't defeat them... I will bring someone who can. —If this world is so determined to control my fate, then I’ll bring someone who is beyond its reach. Someone who cannot be dictated by its rules. Someone even the Book of Fate cannot anticipate. Someone who could correct his mistakes, fix what had gone wrong in his life, and perhaps even achieve the unthinkable—things that Lynn himself had always dreamed of but never dared attempt. .... i am writing this novel for fun , nothing else. just my personal wish to create something different from typical cliche standards. it may end up becoming good or bad.
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PROLOGUE: WRITING A SET OF all possible character strings. All possible books would be contained in that. Most unfortunately though, there is no guarantee whatsoever you would be able to find within it the book you were hoping for. It could be you might find a string of characters saying, “This is the book you were hoping for.” Like right here, now. But of course, that is not the book you were hoping for. I haven’t seen her since then. I think she’s most likely dead. After all, it has been hundreds of years. But then again, I also think this. Noticing her as she gazes intently into the mirror, the room in disarray; it is clear that centuries have flowed by, or some such. And she, perhaps, has finished applying her makeup, and she is getting up and is going out to look for me. Her eyes show no sign of taking in the fact that the house has been completely changed, destroyed around her. The change was gradual, continuing, and even long ago she was not very good at things like that. As far as she is concerned, that is not the sort of thing one has to pay attention to. Not that she is aware, but it seems so obvious, she doesn’t need to care about it. Have we drowned, are we about to drown, are we already finished drowning, are we not yet drowning? We are in one of those situations. Ofcourse, it could be that we will never drown. But think about it. I mean, even fish can drown. I remember her saying meanly, “If that’s the case, you must be the one from the past.” It is true of course. Everybody comes out of the past; it’s not that I’m some guy who comes from some particular past. Even when that is pointed out, though, she shows no sign of backing down. “It’s not as if I came out of some bizarro past,” she said. That’s how she and I met. Writing it down this way, it doesn’t seem like anything at all is about to happen, right? Between her and me, I mean. As if something could ever really happen. As if something continues to happen that might ever make something else happen. I am repeating myself, but I haven’t seen her since then. She promised me, with a sweet smile, that I would never see her again. For the short time we were together, we tried to talk about things that really meant something to us. Around that time there were a lot of things that were all mixed up, and it was not easy to sort out what was really real. There might be a pebble over there, and when you took your eyes off it it turned into a frog, and when you took your eyes off it again it turned into a horsefly. The horsefly that used to be a frog remembered it used to be a frog and stuck out its tongue to try to eat a fly, and then remembered it used to be a pebble and stopped and crashed to the ground. With all this going on, it’s really important to know what’s really real and what’s not. “Once upon a time, somewhere, there lived a boy and a girl.” “Once upon a time, somewhere, there lived boys and girls.” “Once upon a time, somewhere, there lived no boy and no girl.” “Once upon a time…lived.” “Lived.” “Once upon a time.” From beginning to end, we carried on this back-and-forth process. For example, in this dialogue, we were somehow finally mutually able to comeup with this kind of compromise statement: “Once upon a time, somewhere, there lived a boy and a girl. There may have been lots of boys, and there may have been lots of girls. There may have been no boys at all, and there may have been no girls at all. There may even have been no one at all. At any rate there is little chance there were equal numbers of each. That is unless there had never been anybody at all anyway.” That was our first meeting, she and I, and of course it meant we would never see each other again. I was making my way in the direction she had come from, and she was headed in the direction I had come from, and this is a somewhat important point; you must realize this walking had to be,
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