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We all love Call of Duty—well, who doesn’t? For Reever, it wasn’t just a game. It was his life’s battlefield, his digital home, and the one place where he could still feel young. After decades of dominance in the gaming world, Reever—now ninety and bedridden—receives an unexpected visit from the creators of Call of Duty: Ascend.EXE, the next-generation VR experience that blurs the line between player and soldier. They offer him the honor of being the very first to play. One final mission before death. Inside the simulation, his old instincts returned. The battlefield burned, drones screamed across the sky, and Reever fought like it was 2045 again. But as his real heart began to fail, the world dimmed—and then a message appeared before his eyes: [YOU ARE ABOUT TO DIE] CONTINUE PLAYING? [YES/NO] With his final breath, he clicked YES. Outside, his body flatlined. Inside, he woke in a cold, endless chamber filled with frozen soldiers—avatars suspended mid-respawn. A metallic voice greeted him: “Welcome, Bot-067.” Now trapped inside the system, Reever must survive a world built from code, blood, and broken memories. Death no longer frees him—it resets him. And as the system grows aware, he begins to wonder if he’s still playing the game… or if the game is now playing him.

Shallot and Giblet were in reality not just twins, a third brother hidden and exiled on a hostile planet from a very young age because of his difference and the fact that he was considered an anomaly by his own species. Several years later the young Saiyan found himself absorbed by a strange portal which allowed him to leave the planet on which he had been stuck for several years but at what cost. Embarked on an adventure involving two universes completely different from each other and adversaries coming from all temporalities, the young saiyan will have to unleash the rage sleeping deep within him in order to face everything that stands in his way.

During the Battle with Freiza a mysterious stranger looks on the Battle and would arrange to meet the Saiyan sometime later. And a Series of events would soonly come right after. This Fan-Fic Novel Works like an Animation Series. The Arcs for this Novel will be split into parts so you can view it more easily instead of making the chapter hours and hours of work delaying it. Dragonball Xeno is a Fictional Anime Based Novel. 1-2 new scenes will be published a day-week. Feel free to comment

Mario.exe, or as you call him, Xeno Mario, is not just a corrupted version of the beloved plumber—he is the vengeful spirit of Mario himself, born from betrayal and death. It all began in Bowser’s Castle, where Mario and Luigi had once again teamed up to rescue Princess Peach. But this time, something went horribly wrong.

The sequel to the story I wrote, A Grimm Comes to Town. Juliette is back and she wants revenge on Adalind and she's willing to exploit other Hexenbiests to make it happen. All is complete.... until the next book.

Death by a hundred cuts, by a hundred animals. Waking up in another world, Hush decides to be a protector. Using the powers of the ones that killed him in the first place. -------------------------------------------------------------- MHA x Vixen (DC) AN: This is just for fun, and my first time writing a fanfic, especially an MHA one. So reviews, comments, and suggestions are gladly accepted.

Calista found herself in the presence of a ROB that decided to give her three wishes and a chance to transmigrated because of how she had lived. Now, she had a second chance and she decided she would live completely different to her old life.

Duncan transmigrated into the Marvel Universe, only to discover an Xenomorph by his side. "Let's start with a small goal—I'm going to create a universe filled with Xenomorphs!" In the Marvel Multiverse: Iron Man descends from the sky in his Anti-Xenomorph Armor: "Sorry, Duncan, but I have to stop you." A grief-stricken Wolverine from Days of Future Past exclaims: "Mutants shouldn't become part of your species." Kang the Conqueror stares silently at the swarm of Xenomorph versions of himself infiltrating his dynasty. In the DC Multiverse: Superman, besieged by multiple Xenomorph-Supermen hybrids, shouts: "Bring out the Kryptonite cannon!" Batman, struggling to defeat a single Xenomorph, asks the ultimate existential question: "Do you bleed? Oh, you bleed acid." The Green Lantern, relentlessly pursued across dozens of galaxies by Xenomorph wearing rings of every color, mutters in frustration:"How can these freaks even become Lanterns?!" As Duncan leads his army of Xenomorphs across the multiverse, capturing gods to serve as hosts for Xenomorph embryos, he pauses to look around. "Uh… this might've gone too far." (The focus is on Marvel in the start for many chapters) Crossposting on webnovel and royal road(yet to be accepted there)

Alex goes on a journey through pain and sacrifice. Through this journey he finds love and happiness but does not last due to decisions he has made. Is he worth being a hero or villain?

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!