realty warping

What happened when i was self inserted in one of the most dangerous universes. But thankfully i won the power lottery... Let's hope i don't get mad with power. After all reality warping is and will always be maddening to all it's users. Original work here: https://forums.spacebattles.com/threads/a-crooked-man-marvel-si.759274/#post-58430281 Be warned the site is virtually unreadable so i posted it here for a better reading experience.

The Time Traveller (for so it will be convenient to speak of him) was expounding a recondite matter to us. His pale grey eyes shone and twinkled, and his usually pale face was flushed and animated. The fire burnt brightly, and the soft radiance of the incandescent lights in the lilies of silver caught the bubbles that flashed and passed in our glasses. Our chairs, being his patents, embraced and caressed us rather than submitted to be sat upon, and there was that luxurious after-dinner atmosphere, when thought runs gracefully free of the trammels of precision. And he put it to us in this way—marking the points with a lean forefinger—as we sat and lazily admired his earnestness over this new paradox (as we thought it) and his fecundity.

Outerspace is vast and ripe for the picking, and it could be all yours. That is, of course, if you are chosen to be a Reality Warper. Nis is a boy who hates to be confined, and now, as a new Reality Warper, not even his own planet can stop his need to wander.

The Soulwheels govern the essence of every existence, with each wheel representing a step toward unlocking one's true potential. As the number of wheels grows, so does a person's power—each step closer to greatness, each step harder than the last. Those who master the Wheels of their existence and comprehend the runes that program the universe are said to control not just their fate, but the very fabric of existence itself, ascending to divinity as a Runeweaver. ..... Kael, having never realized the absurdity of his cheat-like ability, watched his classmates struggle to comprehend even the most basic Rune. Meanwhile, he glanced at the intricate patterns of the Rune Circle he had created effortlessly. Their teacher, a Grandmaster Runeweaver, stared at him in utter disbelief. “Holy—! You’re done comprehending the Rune Structure?!” the man exclaimed, his voice filled with shock. “But it’s barely been an hour!” The others froze, their eyes darting between Kael and the glowing Rune Circle in front of him. Their expressions ranged from astonishment to sheer terror. 'Monster', everyone thought in their hearts. Looking at the faces of disbelief in front of him, Kael thought helplessly, 'It didn’t even take a second.'

jab main chhota tha, to main islaam se pooree tarah se vaakiph tha. haalaanki mujhe isake astitv ke baare mein kuchh pata tha, aur yah tathy ki yah ek dharm ke roop mein maana jaata tha, mainne shaayad hee kabhee is naam ka naam suna hai aur na hee mujhe pata tha ki vaastav mein ek musalamaan kya tha. mere seemit gyaan aur saraasar agyaanata (mere shaantipoorn aur milanasaar pashchimee paalan-poshan ke kaaran) se, mera maanana ​​tha ki eesaee dharm, yahoodee dharm aur islaam vaastav mein vishvaas mein samaan the. sabhee kee paravaah kie bina, teenon dharmon ne ek hee bhagavaan kee pooja kee, haalaanki saamaany roop se dharmashaastr kee alag-alag maamoolee vyaakhyaen theen. baharahaal, mainne abhee bhee islaam ko ek saumy dharm maana hai, jo yahoodee dharm aur eesaee dharm kee tarah, duniya mein shaanti, sadbhaav aur saamanjasy laane ke baare mein prachaar karata hai. nishchit roop se, islaam aapake padosee se pyaar karane aur sabhee maanav jeevan ka sammaan karane ke lie aagyaon se bandha hua vishvaas tha? main avishvasaneey roop se bhola tha. main apane shuruaatee 20 ke dashak mein tha jab ek vishesh ghatana ghatee jisane duniya ke prakshepavakr ko sarpil avastha mein badal diya aur aaj yah ban gaya hai. 11 sitambar, 2001 ko, mujhe spasht roop se yaad hai ki der raat bistar par baithakar teevee dekh raha hoon. main apane deepak tak pahunch gaya, bas prakaash band karane ke baare mein jab achaanak ek samaachaar buletin mere teleevizan set - amerika par "hamala!" mera dil daud gaya, aur mera pet doob gaya kyonki mainne un do shaanadaar gaganachumbee imaaraton ko dekha, jo amerikee svatantrata aur vitteey saphalata ke prateek the - meree aankhon ke saamane girakar. samaachaar enkar ne apane aansuon ko vaapas le liya, jo ek ashubh chuppee ke saath aage badha

An astronaut lost in space, found a way to time warp. What will he do with this ability...

What will happen when Aila , nerd decides to have some fun and text her crush crush with a different identity and get trapped between the real her and the fake her she created

This is a world about magic, elements, and concepts. also with monsters that would want to conquer it. demons that would just want to watch the world burn. gods that would want to bring salvation to it (convert as many people as possible). humans that want to reclaim there crown at the top of the food chain. i pause the story if you want to know more go to the announcement chapter. got the pic from https://www.pinterest.com/pin/2040762315849883/ Also I probably won’t write on the weekends

Synopsis It is about the protagonist, Valeria Andrade, she with her friend Valentina Natera has an adventure taken from a dream !!! . . First they go to an art and drawing store, since Valeria loves to draw, and Valentina loves to color, but something happens, a person enters the store who buys the whole place, ¿!!! AND DO YOU WANT TO GIVE IT TO OUR PROTA? !!! , that's where our adventure begins.

Qin Yao opens her eyes and finds herself transmigrated from a post-apocalyptic world into the body of an ancient peasant woman. Her family consists of four stepchildren needing care. A good-for-nothing husband, who has nothing but looks, is causing a ruckus. They live in a thatched hut, without a grain of rice, the family is emaciated like refugees. If that wasn't enough, someone even comes to collect debts! Anger rises in Qin Yao's heart, and she kicks the wretched husband out, "Debt collector, feel free to just beat him to death!" The four stepchildren: !!! With the world quieted, Qin Yao rolls up her sleeves to revive the family. Hunting, carrying bags, fighting bandits, she's an expert in all. But facing the fields, with her back to the sky, and her face to the earth, even a top-tier fighter from the post-apocalyptic world waves her hand: Can't take it! Really can't take it! Qin Yao scratches her head: In the ancient times where agricultural taxes are extremely high, how can I avoid farming? At this moment, the lazy husband who was sent away to die (twisting and crawling) (struggling to stand up) (screaming and roaring): My dear! I think I can be saved!