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Kai woke up in the Naruto world, but he wasn't a hero. He was just a regular Uchiha, stuck in the middle of a huge war. The Fourth Hokage was about to arrive, and things were getting dangerous. Suddenly, a voice boomed in his head, "Ding! One-Click Max Level System activated!" Kai was confused, but then he realized he could learn any jutsu he wanted, instantly! "Great Fireball Technique? Done! Max level!" He blasted a giant fireball with ease. "Shadow Clones? Done! Max level!" He was surrounded by dozens of his own copies. "Sharingan? Done! Max level!" He could see everything in slow motion, and his eyes glowed with power. "Sage Mode? Only one in ten thousand can learn it? Done! Max level!" Kai was unstoppable. He could learn any jutsu, no matter how difficult. The war was about to get a whole lot more interesting.

system , Hogwart, dark lord wanabee, comedy Dylan: "By Voldemort, I just happen to have mastered the Unforgivable Curses at max level, that's all! Please believe me, I’m really a good kid. Just look at what I’ve done at school!" Professor McGonagall: "Are you referring to the fact that you defeated an entire gathering of Death Eaters with a hundred Imperius Curses per second, or that you’ve been casually controlling a horde of Dementors like they’re your pets?" Dylan: "No, no! What I mean is, there’s not a single book in the library I haven’t read! I’ve aced every class, mastered every spell—even Voldemort was taken down by my Unforgivable Curses!" Professor McGonagall: "Oh, yes, and now that cult of lunatics wants to crown you as the next Dark Lord!" Dylan: "Merlin’s beard, Professor, isn’t that an easy fix? One Avada Kedavra to wipe out all those Death Eaters, and no one’s going to want me as their Dark Lord anymore!" patreon : ilham20 霍格沃滋：开局满级不可饶恕咒 www.qidian.com

Takuya accidentally travels to the world of Naruto with a max-level game account. As a mixed-blood Uchiha, Takuya states: "Sharingan? Mangekyō? Aren't these standard equipment? Once you reach the right age, don't they naturally awaken? Why do you need emotional trauma to activate the eyes? Why do you need to transplant eyes to obtain the Eternal Mangekyō? That's so outdated! A real man should awaken it on his own! As for the Nine-Tails, isn't it a common pet? Look, my Nine-Tails is even white! It can fight independently outside my body and even resist the Ten-Tails! This is how the Nine-Tails should be! Kurama, you..." Disclaimer: The cover image is not owned by me. If you are the original owner and would like it removed, please kindly let me know.

After a second reincarnation, Taro lands in Teyvat with a max-level combat skills account. His goal? To live the perfect retirement—an old man doing whatever he wants, whenever he wants! Carefree and unrestrained, he follows only one rule: if I feel like it, I’ll do it. The regrets of Liyue’s Adepti? He’ll patch them up. The dead? He’ll bring them back—Guizhong, the Yakshas, even the Greater Lord Rukkhadevata. If I say return, then you return! Armed with overwhelming power, Taro smashes through obstacles with brute force. No taboos. No limits. Snezhnaya? Monsters? The Abyss? Even the Heavenly Principles themselves? Too lazy to bother. Not worth his time. [100 Power Stones = 1 Extra Chapter] Raw: "原神：满级战法为所欲为"

Roya has crossed over into the world of One Piece — and ended up as an intern on Whitebeard’s ship. Without thinking too much about it, he dumps all 1,500 system-granted attribute points into Observation Haki. In that moment, the entire Whitebeard Pirates were left speechless! PS: Access the complete chapters/series at https://www.patreon.com/c/NanamiTL

Kaoru Tsubasa sails the seas with one goal: to see the world and test his strength against the greatest. From wielding the legendary sword of the Pirate King to clashing with emperors and notorious pirates, Kaoru’s journey is one of power, adventure, and survival. Can the young swordsman carve his legend among the strongest on the oceans?

Vivienne has poured so many hours into the massively popular VRMMO The Seven Cataclysms that she has more of a life inside the game than out. It’s a fitting irony, then, when one day she wakes in the body of her maxed-out demon-mage ‘Vivisari’—and finds that now, the game really is her life. But the world of Seven Cataclysms isn’t what she remembers. A hundred years have passed since the game’s concluding events, and Vivisari is a hero of myth thought long dead. As she meets old and new faces in this familiar-yet-not world—casting spells of mass destruction and slowly reforming the scattered-to-the-wind remnants of her Guild—she starts to wonder if she was sent here with a purpose. Rumors of a sequel had been circulating just before her unbelievable reincarnation. Did she, perhaps, need to fear an impending Eighth Cataclysm? If so, it’s a good thing she has firepower in spades.

Guy meets truck....gets reincarnated. But there's a catch. Follow Max in his adventure through the mysteries of greek, roman and possibly other mythologies.

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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!