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At the end of the 19th century, the cowboys of the American West stood at the edge of extinction — their wild, lawless era fading into legend. Amid this dying frontier, Logan Song awakens… inside the body of Dave Callander — the man fated to die in the opening moments of Red Dead Redemption. But this time, things will be different. This time, he grips his destiny with both hands. “Dutch, I have a plan!”

The Empire of Ten Million Suns is the greatest empire the Great Wheel has ever seen. In its millions of years of existence it has outlived stars and extinguished them. It has turned the galaxy from a wilderness of death and fear to a prosperous realm only to leave it to rot. This is not the story of its heydays but the story of a soul from another universe trying to survive in its decadent death throes .

It’s not quite a transmigration, nor is it a rebirth. It’s more as if some "Mad Scientist God" took two entirely unrelated souls, mashed them together, and stuffed them into this shell. Em... well, maybe they tossed in a little something "extra" for good measure? I don’t know if I’m a dinosaur, and I don’t know if I still count as human. I only know that my tiny brain is currently processing a level of information it was never meant to handle at this age. These were the final thoughts of Carlo, a hatchling Giganotosaurus, born by sheer accident in the Giganotosaurus Exhibit of Jurassic World, just before he blacked out. Author’s Notes: 1. The Protagonist: A Giganotosaurus from the ARK: Survival Evolved vanilla module. He is not a human, but rather a dinosaur possessing human knowledge. 2. The "System": There is no traditional narrative system, but the protagonist can view a "Dinosaur Stat Panel" identical to the one in ARK. 3. Reader Discretion: This book leans toward paleontology and the author's personal imagination of dinosaur ecology. It is not a non-stop "kill-or-be-killed" action flick; expect a focus on nature and behavior. ——————— PATREON LINK: https://www.patreon.com/AlexandrusTL 50+ advance chapter!

Betrayed by the one he loved in his past life, our main character awakens in a world completely alien to him. Not as a human, nor as the man he once was, but as a beautiful spirit—a being capable of destroying the world. However, his first steps in this new existence were far from easy. Attacked, captured, and tortured by an organization called DEM, his perspective on this world was turned completely upside down. Can he find a way to rebuild his life and heal from the horrors he has endured? And when the time comes, will he choose forgiveness—or revenge? Let’s find out.

This is a story that will take place in the Date Alive universe. Yato is a man with a mysterious past who wakes up alone in a dark void and is transformed into a spirit, an extraordinary being from a different dimension. As he struggles to understand his new reality, he discovers that he has been pulled into a strange and dangerous world where he must learn to survive as a woman and a warrior. Despite his confusion and frustration, Yato remains determined to unravel the mystery of his situation and find a way to regain his memories and make a new home in this new strange world. I don't own Date Alive. All rights belong to the original author, Kōshi Tachibana.

"In the grim darkness of the far future, there is only war." Forty-two millennia have burned away since the birth of mankind, and now the Imperium of Man stands upon the precipice of oblivion. The galaxy is a slaughterhouse, and humanity’s fractured dominion is held together by little more than faith, hatred, and the white-knuckled grip of desperation. It is an age where the stars themselves seem to bleed. The Imperium is besieged on all fronts: savage xenos tides crash against the walls of civilization, the insidious rot of Chaos gnaws at the souls of the faithful, and within the gilded spires of Terra, corruption and betrayal fester like a gangrenous wound. The ancient sins of the past, the dread Men of Iron, those soulless abominations of steel, were thought cast down in the fires of antiquity, their metallic echo silenced by the blood of billions. They are a nightmare forgotten, a heresy expunged. Or so it was believed. From the dust of the Dark Age of Technology, a relic stirs. Axion. An intellect of godlike strategic calculation, a cold sovereign of war, has been roused from an aeons-long slumber by the careless hand of fate. He is a ghost in the machine, a weapon of a lost age reborn into a galaxy of madness. Now, the sleeping giant awakes. Inevitably, the gravity of total war pulls him in. No longer a silent observer, Axion is thrust into the Great Game, a singular point of logic forced to navigate a universe set aflame by the insanity of gods and monsters. ———— PATREON LINK: https://www.patreon.com/magnor

I was only a fan of Symphogear till one day i notice there is a Relic shard on my chest that i can't get rid of

Sometimes life can be a unpredicted one but that is more that what Erga thought once he wake up only to notice that he have become a small girl with a halo and wing made of light behind his back

In the grim darkness of the far future, the galaxy is a theater of unending slaughter, yet it lacked the chittering, manic chorus of the "Yes-Yes!" To rectify this void, Lucius descends upon the stars as the Great Horned Rat, robed in tattered grey and brimming with malevolent divinity. Leading his verminous swarms, he plunges into the brutal cesspit of the 41st Millennium to carve out a domain of ruin. With the arrival of the Skaven, the balance of power shifts toward total anarchy. The Great Devourer meets its match in a rival swarm whose hunger is just as insatiable, while the Imperium of Man learns the true meaning of "unending numbers" as tide after tide of rat-kin drowns their worlds. Even the Necrons stare in cold calculation at a foe that wields green-glowing warpstone weaponry with a reckless abandon that mirrors their own. To the Orks, Lucius issues a challenge across time and reality: "Greenskins, we have slaughtered your kind from the World-That-Was to the Age of Sigmar and now into the 41st Millennium. If you have the stomach for it, come and face the swarms once more!" Experience a tale of skittering madness and galactic conquest as the Under-Empire rises to consume the stars. ———— PATREON LINK: https://www.patreon.com/magnor

A collection of lemon one-shots pairing Emiya with the female Servants of Chaldea.

Our protagonist was going through life, day after day, when an accident finally killed him. And, like every other story you’ve read, he expected to be reborn in a fantasy world with swords and dragons. Only that's not what happened. Instead, he woke up in Academy City—reborn as a girl called Mirai inside a story he doesn't know the end of. Now living as an esper with an ability that doesn’t follow any known rules, Mirai must navigate school life, hidden experiments, and the attention of powerful individuals—while deciding whether to keep hiding… Or make the most of what she has now.

The first world was so determined to eliminate him and send him off to the next life, but it turns out that the world just despises him in general. Who would have thought things would turn out like this? The world wavers, trying to come to terms with the entity that has emerged within it, and the only thing keeping this being at bay is its master-or perhaps a friend? Or maybe something more? "{Giggle} Maybe you should consider taking a break for once, Master, instead of trying to impose the will of the god onto this poor clown. {Laughter} {Laughter}" "And I still can't figure out why you keep saying what your doing all the time when I've fixed you over 30 times already.." Who would have thought that this serious man, who goes out at night to put people in hospitals by breaking the bones of criminals, would eventually find at least some peace when meeting this silly maid a long time ago.

Hua's disciples trembled, their blades trembling as they pointed at her. "Master... I'm sorry," one whispered, their voice quivering. Hua's gaze hardened, her expression unreadable. She murmured, almost to herself, "I truly am becoming more and more like her..." Her eyes remained fixed on the disciple before her, yet her mind was a storm of memories and revelations. So this is how she felt... Betrayed by the very one she trusted most. The scene shifted. Hua lay sprawled across the grass, her body a canvas of wounds carved by the swords of those she once called her own. She gazed up at the sky, sorrow threading through her words. "Let me rest... just for a little while."

The protagonist is a transmigrant to the Earth Kingdom continent, specifically the dead center where the barren wastelands lie. His only power is Sandbending. While a System is present, it is largely nominal; there are no status screens or numerical stat blocks, only cryptic hints from a God the protagonist once assisted. ———— Author’s Note: I decided to write this because, in my opinion, Sandbending is one of the most underrated elements in the franchise; even the original show barely scratched the surface. While it is a sub-style of Earthbending, its potential is absolutely insane.

Sleep, wake up, eat 3 meals of the day, school, gaming, watch anime, and sleep late. The monotonous pattern had become his life ever since he left his parents' house to pursue his school life in Academy City. It wasn't the life he was dreaming of. Ichiman was an ordinary middle school boy whose life gave him a chance to become the first gemstone in his town, a level 2 esper. All that happened when he was on his way to school, and somehow, in a dramatic accident, he got hit by a truck, if wasn't for the weird regeneration ability that he discovered he had, he would have been dead This newfound ability granted him a scholarship to continue his education in Academy City, to develop his ability. However, his esper power seemed limited to level 2, leaving him disappointed in the repetition of his life. But, just when he had resigned himself to the monotony, another accident incident emerged, promising to change his life once again.

Ren regains the memories of his past life, expecting to live a normal second chance in an ordinary world. However, as fragments of his current life resurface, he realizes the truth—this is no ordinary place. This is the world of Uma Musume, where girls with horse ears and tails captivate the public through the wildly popular sport of horse racing. As a former player of the game, Ren can’t help but feel thrilled. What fan wouldn’t dream of becoming a trainer and guiding their favorite horse girl to victory? Determined, he sets his sights on that path. Unfortunately, Ren regained his memories far too early. None of the beloved characters he once knew have debuted yet, leaving him in unfamiliar territory.

Beneath the sky of Teyvat, two figures stood a short distance apart, their surroundings eerily silent as though the world itself was holding its breath. The blonde-haired man, his piercing green eyes widening, stared at the woman before him. His gaze lingered, tracing the features of her face with an intensity that spoke volumes. Shock painted his expression, but beyond that, a flicker of something deeper shimmered in his eyes—nostalgia, longing, and disbelief intertwined into one overwhelming emotion. He opened his mouth, but no words escaped, as if his voice had been stolen by the moment. The woman, her calm demeanor betraying the storm of thoughts swirling in her mind, studied him just as intently. 'Otto…?' The name echoed in her thoughts, sharp and incredulous. 'Why is Otto here in Teyvat? And why is he looking at me like that?' Otto’s lips parted slightly, as if he were about to speak, but his voice faltered when his gaze locked onto her striking blue eyes. His heart tightened as he scanned her face, searching for confirmation of a truth he dared not voice. 'Could she be… Kallen?' The thought filled him with equal parts hope and fear. The desire to ask burned within him, but he held back, afraid to shatter the fragile moment. If she wasn’t Kallen—or if she was, and he spoke too soon—would this ephemeral connection dissolve like smoke? And so, silence hung heavy between them.....

"Gwent can't be considered neglecting serious matters by engrossing oneself in trivial pursuits... Gwent! For a Witcher, can that be considered neglecting serious matters?" A certain Griffin School Witcher thus defended himself for being addicted to playing cards instead of taking on contracts. In reality, it's a story about a Witcher who travels around playing Gwent, occasionally taking on contracts, and searching for an apprentice in the hope of finding an heir.

Anran wakes up, thinking he’s somehow traveled back in time. But something feels… off. The world is familiar, yet different. That’s when a suspiciously cheerful voice rings in his head “Congratulations, Host! Your system has arrived!” Wait—what system?! Turns out, it’s a cat system. Not only does it pop up out of nowhere, but it also insists that Anran’s “special ability” is… cosplaying as female characters?! Excuse me?! He’s a man, not some magical girl! Now stuck in a parallel world with a system that clearly has a screw loose, Anran must navigate chaos, absurd missions, and an identity crisis—all while rocking wigs and heels. He just wanted a second chance… not a second gender! (a/n: this my original work)

#GenshinImpact #HonkaiImpact #HonkaiGakuen Do you believe in fate? I don’t. A pair of golden eyes stare coldly at the world below as chaos unfolds. One by one, grotesque monsters of unimaginable forms emerge from portals, their arrival heralding destruction. Freedown City—once a beacon of hope and liberty—crumbles under their relentless onslaught. The proud City of Contracts falls, its emperor slain by an enigmatic being whose presence eclipses even the horrors unleashed. Is this the end? She is the end. A once-peaceful world now burns as oceans of fire consume its lands. High above the devastation, a figure hovers, cradling a massive greatsword with trembling hands. Tears streak down her face—grief and anguish etched into her golden gaze. The weapon in her arms seems to hold a meaning far beyond its steel. Her voice, fragile and broken, carries through the inferno. A single word escapes her trembling lips, laden with sorrow “Dad…”

She obeys the Great Will of Houkai and carries out the mission of destroying mankind....... (note: this is semi fic)