mpreg birth fanfic

The year is 4 years before the New Era. Less than five years remain until the descent of the "Great Tomb of Nazarick." Tang Zheng sat by the roadside, gnawing on a piece of black rye hard bread, his eyes filled with bewilderment, even a hint of despair. He had transmigrated into the world of Overlord. Well, that wasn't the problem, but the problem was that he had transmigrated directly into a different world. Thinking about the Great Tomb's actions to destroy various countries four years later, Tang Zheng shivered. The future seemed to offer only two choices: either be killed by the aftershocks, or survive by chance and become a citizen of the Sorcerer Kingdom. Or perhaps... Tang Zheng looked at the panel that appeared before his eyes—Innate Ability: 「Player」 —Since everyone is a player, why should I be afraid of you!

Year 4 of the New Calendar. There were less than five years left before the descent of the “Great Tomb of Nazarick.” Tang Zheng sat by the roadside, gnawing on a piece of hard rye bread. His eyes were filled with confusion — even a hint of despair. He had transmigrated into the world of *Overlord*. Well, that wasn’t the issue. The issue was that he had been transported *directly* into the new world. When he thought about how, four years later, the Great Tomb would destroy entire nations, Tang Zheng shivered. It seemed the future offered only two options: either be killed in the aftermath, or survive by sheer luck and become a citizen of the Sorcerous Kingdom. Or perhaps... Tang Zheng looked at the panel that appeared before his eyes — **Innate Ability: \[Player]** — "Since we’re all players, why the hell should I be afraid of you?!" --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- You can view the first 100 chapters for free on my p@atren. Since I can not upload many chapters at once or it will be blocked, I will upload 3 chapters daily. The entire novel is finished on my p@treon with 400chapter , p@treon.com/mr_soolhoaf discord:https://discord.gg/XXJY4zU7sF  my website for free advance 80+chapters: soollhooaf.com/novels ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- All rights to the original content belong to their respective creators.

In the year 4 Before the New Calendar, just four years before the arrival of the Great Tomb of Nazarick, Lyle finds himself sitting by the roadside, gnawing on a piece of coarse black rye bread. His gaze is hollow, tinged with despair—he has been transported to the world of Overlord. The prospect of facing the devastating events to come chills him to the bone. In just a few years, the Great Tomb will unleash its might, razing nations and reshaping the world. Lyle foresees two grim paths ahead: perishing in the cataclysmic aftermath or surviving to live under the rule of the Sorcerer Kingdom. But as hopelessness threatens to consume him, a unique panel materializes before his eyes: Innate Ability: "Player". Armed with the same advantage as the feared entities of Nazarick, Lyle resolves to carve his destiny. If they're all players in this grand game, why should he cower before them? The race against time begins as he seeks to grow stronger, navigate the treacherous world, and defy the fate that looms ever closer.

Follows the journey of a man who starts a small indie game development. Facing numerous challenges, from financial struggles to fierce industry competition, he leverages his creativity and resilience to create groundbreaking games. As his company, PixelPioneers, rises to prominence, he navigates the complexities of success and innovation in the ever-evolving world of game development. _____ This is a translation. The Original Title is: ( 游戏娱乐帝国 ) or ( Game Entertainment Empire )

Four years before the New Calendar. Less than five years remained before the descent of the Great Tomb of Nazarick. Sakeer sat by the roadside, gnawing on a chunk of coarse rye bread. His eyes were clouded with confusion—perhaps even a trace of despair. He had crossed into another world. Not just any world, but the world ruled by the King of the Undead. That alone wasn’t the issue. The problem was where he had landed. In four years’ time, Nazarick would rise, sweeping aside kingdoms as if they were nothing. When Sakeer thought about that inevitable march of destruction, his body shivered. Two futures seemed certain: —to be crushed in the crossfire, or —to survive as a subject of the Sorcerer King’s Magic Kingdom. Or perhaps… something else. Sakeer’s gaze fell to the translucent panel floating before him. Innate Ability: [Player]. A slow, determined smile crept across his face. “Since everyone here is just a piece on the board… why can’t I be the one moving the pieces—and the player itself?” ----- #No-Harem #Controller #BehindtheScenes #Schemes #OVERLORD

Follow our mc as he is reborn in the world of Naruto. Read as he faces the worst of humanity and fights the darkness threatening to consume him. The mc will be a ruthless demon to his enemies but an angel to his allies. So read and follow as our mc faces tragedy after tragedy and climbs his way to power with no plot armor(I hate characters with to much plot armor that’s why I decided to have the mc reborn as Naruto a character who’s plot armor was as tho k as the Mariana Trench is deep) This is the same story as my first story I just accidentally posted in the novels category instead of the fan-fic category like I wanted it in so I’m re-posting it here. Any new chapters will be on this story not the old one. Sorry for the inconvenience.

The sun was blistering hot as he stood on the balcony of his sister's room. Prince Aemon Targaryen, aged three and ten, silver of hair, and violet of eye, he was a Prince of the Blood, of a dynasty that had long ago been exiled, and his sister was getting ready to be presented to her new husband to be. The thought was an infuriating one, it dampened the good mood he had been in for some time, beforehand. His sister was marrying a horse fucker, a member of the Dothraki, so that their brother could try and claim back what was stolen from them, so long ago. Sighing, Aemon turns back away from the balcony and the sun, and walks into his sister's room, where she is changing. His sister with her silver hair, and her violet eyes, much like his, was beautiful, she had always been beautiful to him, even when they were children, and now she was getting married, and the thought deeply angered him. "You don't have to do this you know." He finds himself saying, trying desperately to not sound angry. His sister, Daenerys, looks at him, and smiles sadly. "We both know I do brother. Viserys has commanded it. And he is the head of our house, we must both do as he says." Aemon feels anger grow within him, even larger than that which had already been there. "Why? Why must we go along with this madness? Viserys knows just as well as we do that the Dothraki are afraid of the sea. They will never cross the fucking Narrow Sea, to take us across and place his bony arse on the throne. And if this Khal had but a lick of sense, he'd remove both Viserys and I, and place you on the throne. But these horse fuckers don't know sense, and so he won't. Viserys is a fool." His sister had moved toward him during his time of ranting and now, she places a hand on his cheek, and whispers. "Be careful of what you say brother. We might be able to speak freely, but we both know that these helpers of ours are listening and reporting back to Viserys and the Magister. We cannot say things we do not mean." Aemon sighs, feeling his sister's hand on his cheek, and all the emotions that that brings. "I know, but still, for all his talk of being blood of the dragon, Viserys really does not know what means. Otherwise, he'd not be selling you off like some piece of meat to the highest bidder." "But he would merely do the same if we were looking toward Westeros." His sister reasons. "This would be no different either." Aemon wants to be angry at his sister for being so casually accepting of this, of their new situation, he wants to ask her, if this means nothing to her at all, but he does not. He has long since learned to keep silent on things when it comes to them, it is part of the reason he is considering leaving, but he knows he cannot. Aemon would never leave his sister alone, not with Viserys, and definitely not with some horse fucker. "I know. Still, I do find it odd that the magister has told our brother to look to the Dothraki, when he himself has more than enough gold to buy an army for us many times over. Why does he send us off to the Dothraki?" His sister shrugs. "I do not know. I merely know what has been told to me, and I think we should both accept that brother. If we question too much, Viserys will not be one to forgive. And neither will my new husband." That gets Aemon to speak his frustrations. "You should not be scared of some horse fucker. If he dares hurt you, I will kill him myself." ................. Thank you for reading! If you are enjoying the story, please consider supporting me on Patreon. Patrons get access to advance chapters and help make it possible for me to keep writing. You can find me at: patreon.com/MaegorPotter

How a reborn guy, Yuta, developed step by step from a civilian orphan to the leader of his own shinobi clan with the help of his cheat. _____WARNING_____ The fanfic is fastpaced at the beginning. The chapters are very short ______________________ Get early chapters @: patreon.com/Reborn_noob

A guy is going down the street when he suddenly sees how a man is about to be run over, in a moment of courage the guy throws himself and manages to save the man from being run over, but he ends up dying instead. When he opens his eyes again he finds himself as a soul and the opportunity to reincarnate. What his quirk be? What kind of quirk is that. He accompanies our protagonist in the world of My Hero Academia where he will enjoy his new life and seek to reach the top. (Also trying to conquer one or another girl along the way). P.S: I hate NTR, so in my fanfic, you will never find the MC being fooled. You can read calmly. If you want to support me for pa-treon I will be very grateful, there you will also find some early chapters and it will be of great help to me, thanks for reading: Patre-on /acoms I will also be publishing this work on RoyalRoad, you can find it with the same name. PUBLICATION SCHEDULE: 1 Chapter every other day. today I go up a chapter and tomorrow I don't, the next I do and the next I don't, and so on. ************************** DISCLAIMER: I do not own My Hero Academia and any of its characters. The only thing that belongs to me is the OC characters and some changes in the story.

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!