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Marcus Grant was a special child. Anything he wanted, he could have with a snap of his fingers. But life like that gets boring. He snapped away comfort, and his power, and thrust himself into a new world. One with new people to meet, new things to do, and new challenges to conquer. If you enjoy, be sure to drop some stones! You can contact me here: Discord: Stormzz#4473 My other work (WSA): https://www.webnovel.com/book/system-of-legends-i-will-lead-them-all!_23117959906254205

A teenage boy is involved in a life changing accident wherein a whole new world becomes open to him. What will he encounter while the very fabric of reality hangs in the balance?

This story follows Reine, a warrior trapped in a death loop within a high-fantasy setting. By utilizing a "Grit" mechanic and a unique mana system, the protagonist must bridge the gap between his low rank and the God-like entities pursuing him. The narrative explores themes of trauma-based learning and the optimization of combat logic, transitioning from a standard martial arts focus to a hybrid magical-warrior system

The wind up here is a bastard. A cold, thirty-thousand-foot bastard that bites through the silk robes they stuffed him in. Yacumechi Taxaka stands in the center of the floating arena. A speck of dirt on polished marble. Fifty thousand pairs of eyes drilling into him from levitating stands. He hates the silence most of all. [Yeah. Just stare. Get a good look at the freak. I know what you're all waiting for.] The Monolith of Truth looms before him. Ten meters of crystalline bullshit. It's supposed to glow. Blue for average. Gold for elite. White for a God-Child, if the old legends are true. His father, the great General Taxaka, sits in the Royal Box. Won't even look at him. Rigid jaw. Chest covered in medals. Waiting for the moment he can finally justify the disappointment. A High Examiner steps forward. Scroll in hand. Voice booming across the arena. "Yacumechi Taxaka. House Taxaka. You will place your palm upon the Monolith." Yacumechi doesn't move. Sweat rolls down the Examiner's temple. "Boy. Now." "Or what?" Small voice. A ten-year-old's voice. But it cuts through the wind like a blade. "You gonna send me back to the compound early? Skip the part where you all pretend to be shocked?" Gasps. A few nobles snicker. The Emperor, withered bastard in a gilded chair, leans forward. Just a fraction. Yacumechi sees it. "Place your hand on the pillar. Final warning." [Final warning. Right. Like they'd kill me. The General's "failed" heir? They need the show. They need to see the zero.] Yacumechi spits on the marble. Walks forward. He doesn't place his palm on the pillar. He punches it. The sound isn't a crack. It's a void. A split second where the world forgets how to make noise. Then the Monolith explodes. Not shattered. Not cracked. Exploded. Shockwave of raw force rips outward. Front row of noble mages, the ones who paid for the best seats, fly back like rag dolls. One hits a marble column with a wet, pulpy smack that echoes. White robe turning red. Ground fractures beneath his feet. Black cracks spiderweb fifty meters in every direction. The floating arena lurches. Drops three feet before the stabilizing runes scream to catch it. Yacumechi stands at the epicenter. Fist still extended. No dust. No scratches. He lowers his arm. Watches crystal shards rain down on screaming crowds. Turns to the Royal Box. His father is standing now. Pale. Mouth open. The Emperor grips his throne. Wood splintering under his fingers. "So." Yacumechi's voice cuts through the stunned silence. "Did we get a reading, or what?" A junior mage at a backup console looks up. Face the color of curdled milk. Voice cracking. "I-I-it… the scale doesn't… it doesn't have a… a fucking number for this." Yacumechi smiles. Not a kid's smile. A scar pulled tight. [Yeah. Now we're talking.]

“Protect those who are weak… Not everyone is gifted like you, my dear Kamiya…” Kamiya Touman, an ordinary young boy living in the suburbs of Kyoto, awakens the hidden talent of magic within himself in a desperate fight with death. After the fight, he was approached by the high-level magician, Shinra Hara, who recruited and enrolled him into the Private Academy of Morgana. There, he found new friends and would grow along with them, his goal to protect those who are weak given to him by his late parents. He is shown a whole new world... A world of magic and curses.

On the continent of Lynfeld, magic is not an uncommon thing. In fact, almost all the peoples of the land have at least a very minor grasp of magical talent. Therefore, it is not a question of if you have magical power, rather how much and how you use it. Most living beings must use chants and arrays in order to access their magical aptitude. However, there is an exception to these rules. On very rare occasions, a mage will be born that can use magic in a unique way, skipping all the steps normal people have to follow in order to use magic. These are known as gimmick mages. This is the story of the journey of a young boy named Ajax, as he fights the inequality of a medieval society, beasts only imagined in fantasies, and the discrimination of his mixed blood and magical heritage using a gimmick of his own, the ability to use magic by simply snapping his fingers.

"I am Feng Tianlei. The woman I loved abandoned me for a flashy B-rank Hunter—said I was too weak, too ordinary. Just a burden." But something changed. On the night she walked away, when I hit rock bottom, something deep inside me stirred— And awakened. Not a flashy power. Not brute strength. But something far more terrifying. Something that doesn’t belong in the ranks of mortals. Now, I see the world differently. And the world? It’s about to see me differently too.

Anastasie doesn't have a typical life. Recently, she found her brother dead in the dining room of her house. Though it appears to be a suicide, she feels that it was murder. She knows that her brother wouldn't just kill himself. In order to find out about her brother's death, Anastasie finds the private detective, Mateo Bianchi. With his help, will Anastasie find who killed her brother or will she find something else? [semi-hiatus]

Yunyun is reincarnated into a post-apocalyptic novel with a powerful female protagonist. Unfortunately, she isn’t the heroine. She’s just a minor cannon fodder character… destined to die early. But after awakening memories of the novel, Yunyun accidentally reveals the future through her thoughts— [Mommy, boohoo… your scumbag husband has been cheating on you for years and even has a child with another woman. In the end, they’ll join forces to cripple and torture you to death!] [Uncle, you’ll be betrayed by an ungrateful subordinate and driven out of your own luxurious home, left to freeze to death in the snow!] [Grandpa… Grandma…] In the original story, only her young aunt—the novel’s female lead—survives to the very end, killing her enemies with her own hands… only to live on as something neither fully human nor a ghost. Before they can recover from learning their fates, another thought leaks out— [Sigh, the apocalypse is coming soon. As a three-year-old cannon fodder, can I go offline early? I don't want to suffer through the end of the world…] Looking at the little milk dumpling in their arms, pretending to be silly just so she can laze around… What else can the Bai family do but spoil her? They hoard supplies, renovate and fortify their home, and prepare in advance for the coming apocalypse. Meanwhile, little Yunyun follows her protagonist aunt, accidentally kicking off the base-building plot and helping create a super base where food and clothing are abundant, even in the apocalypse. Step by step, the Bai family rises to power. In the end, Yunyun is dumbfounded: [Wait… wasn't I supposed to be cannon fodder?! Why does this feel like a "pampered lucky baby" story?!] The Bai family: Their little Yunyun is, indeed, their precious lucky baby.

Sydney was nineteen when she fell for the man who saved her life. She worked up every ounce of courage she had: "Can I have your number? I'd like to thank you properly." He looked her dead in the eye and smiled. "Do you like me?" She ran. When they met again, her elders introduced him, saying, “You can call him ‘Uncle’.” She tried to bury her feelings. She really did. Then he showed up in a black suit, loosening his tie, gold-rimmed glasses catching the light, and asked in that low, hoarse voice: "Would you like to come to my place?" Later on, Sydney became famous because her reputation was tarnished by accusations of robbing another’s fortune, bullying, and lawlessness. Yet, she had a clean and innocent face, making her look harmless, when she was actually a typical evil financial magnate capable of winning arguments and clobbering phonies. Her family clarified, “Our child is most obedient and sensible.” The public apologized, “… Forgive us for being blind!” When her team suggests dropping a bombshell to kill the bad press, a single trending headline rewrites everything: #Sydney and Sebastian Are Already Married#