MIGHT AS WELL BE OP

Waking up one day, I found myself reincarnated via fetal transmigration into the world of Naruto, born into the same generation as Naruto and Sasuke. This was undoubtedly a hellish start. Fortunately, at the age of one, Izayoi awakened the Talent Entry System. By defeating opponents, there's a chance to acquire their talent traits. As a starter pack, the system granted one opportunity to copy a talent trait. Upon receiving this benefit, Izayoi's first thought was to use it on Naruto to copy his Sage Body. However, struck by a flash of insight, Izayoi abandoned this thought. He decided to use this precious copying opportunity on Toneri Ōtsutsuki, who had supposedly come to Earth with his father to secretly observe Hinata. In this world, where the entire narrative essentially revolves around Ōtsutsuki family conflicts and bloodline reigns supreme, no 'cheat' or external power-up could be more powerful than a pure Ōtsutsuki bloodline.

In a world of Mana Awakened powerhouses, Damian Bloodbane awakened into the Legendary, never-seen-before and utterly shameful E-Rank. E-rank. Before Damian Bloodbane, D-rank was the lowest Grade among all of the Mana Awakened in the entire world. After Damian Bloodbane, the world had its first and only E-rank Mana Awakened. It was worse than being Unawakened. The scorn, the ridicule, the mockery, the sarcasm and the utter humiliation he had to go through nearly drove him mad. Until one day… [Death Energy Detected… Absorbed] [Necromancer King System Activated] [Welcome, Damian Bloodbane, Sovereign of Death] [You may select your class] [Available Classes:] [Death Necromancer] [Death Knight] [Death Assassin] Witness the rise of Damian Bloodbane from the Legendary E-Rank Trash to be the World-Strongest King of Necromancers! Or… will he?

Malnourished and mentally unstable, a young homeless woman, after years of surviving the treacherous Los Santos streets, finally gives in to the horrors plaguing her mind. In her breaking spirit, an ancient entity, for reasons unknown, attempts to permanently disfigure her mind. Through sheer luck, no, fate, a wandering spirit sacrifices it's chance at a peaceful rest to save the woman. Though not late enough to stop the being from it's plans, they weren't early enough to contest the fracturing of her mind. What shall happen to them, now that they are both in a world seemingly unfamiliar? This is my first ever time writing a book. I made a little roulette and did a couple coin flips to decide the premise of the book. For the most part it's the normal world, but there's a change happening. If you're reading this then you've most likely read the synopsis, so I won't waste your time and just say that the 'Beings from another world' ARE characters from a different piece of fiction. As this story(maybe) goes on, hopefully you'll learn who these beings are. Hope you all enjoy.

[Horror Game Developer : My games really aren't that scary!] I hate horror. From the skittering sounds of footsteps racing behind me, to the soft yet unnervingly cold whispers curling around my ears... All of it. I hate it. So much so that I start puking whenever I reach a certain threshold. And yet, I am a Horror Game Developer. A crappy one at that. So, given my lack of ability, I decided to quit. And yet... [Congratulations, you've been selected for the Horror Game Developer System!] Nope, I don't want it. Let me quit. ※ Note : Your world might experience some changes. But don't worry! It's part of the game! *** An SCP inspired story with its own twist!

Journey through the Pallet Town of the Pokémon universe and become Ash, the six-year-old yet-to-be-debut protagonist. Possess past life memories, knowledge about Pokémon, and foresight of the plot. This life: Master of life release, emotional idiot, forever ten years old, every time a new Region level is reset, the Pokémon who accompanied his Covet to fight with him are placed in the backyard of Professor Oak's Laboratory for retirement, Carlos was "script-killed" at the Alliance Conference and finally missed the championship ... All mistakes, all regrets will not happen. And not just Carlos Alliance, he will conquer all Alliance Conference——

A corrupted Grail, a poorly made labyrinth beneath an oppressed city, a medieval setting far in the future, a skewed summons, a band of loyalists to the true crown trapped with no escape, and a cheating tyrant with two servants. All of this comes together with a bang, as a band of adventurers are thrown into a Holy Grail War against their will and knowledge as punishment for a crime never committed. how will this skewed summoning play out, when only one master has knowledge required to win, and multiple Rulers summoned... Ever wanted a DnD inspired Fate fanfic? I did, so I wrote one, based entirely on what happened. It'll be like the 'Bad End' to the story, maybe i'll write the 'Good End' sometime. Chapters released on Saturdays and Sundays only, unless it's a special occasion, or I'm not too busy with school. This is my first ever book of any kind, so please, give me some feedback if you can! Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoy!

Ryuji a normal guy from Earth, traveled in the world of Demon Slayer, equipped with Hyper-Dimensional System. In his first day he was given a contract with a demon spirit. [Starting Bonus Issued: Demon Slayer Sword x1; Demon Spirit Contract Signed, Obtaining Demon Spirit Devourer] His abilities allow him to consume demons, opening up the path filled with possibilities and challenges for him.

Dylan: "By Voldemort, I've only mastered the full-level Unforgivable Curses, please believe me, I'm really a good kid, just look at what I've done at school!" Professor McGonagall: "Are you referring to, you using a hundred Dementor's Kiss spells per second to defeat an entire gathering of Death Eaters, and associating with a group of Dementors, being able to control them at will?" Dylan: "No, I mean, there's not a single book in the library that I haven't read! All my courses are at full level, and so are my spells! Even Voldemort was defeated by me using the Unforgivable Curses." Professor McGonagall: "Yes, exactly, and those cultists even want to elect you as the new Dark Lord!" Dylan: "Good heavens, Professor, isn't this easy to solve? I'll just Avada Kedavra all those Death Eaters, and then no one will want me to be the Dark Lord!"

[WARNING MATURE CONTENT, R18+] Michael Specter is a handsome, successful entrepreneur with women throwing themselves at his feet just to spend a night. However, very few know about his menacing side. Twenty-two year old Layla Mclan is in desperate need of a higher-paying job to clear off her mother's debts. Opportunity comes knocking when she successfully applies for work in a richer household, the Conners. But life soon takes a turn when Layla finds out that there is no such household, and instead of working as a maid, she is now a slave to Michael Specter, a billionaire with a twisted mind. Layla’s eyes turned red, shoulders trembling, her soul wanting to reach out to her mom but alas… There was no way out, as she was already locked in the room, succumbing to the fears that didn’t feel very distant; She had gone through the same not long before. The agreement papers turned her body cold. Sometimes the worst seems best and there’s no end to the misery days; The one who avenges, the one who endures remains true to their valor. ‘Rule No. 1: Tending to your Master’s needs should be your top priority. Failing to do so, he can punish you however he pleases.’ ‘However, he pleases? What he’s gonna do to me?’ She mused and felt her heart sinking to the bottom of her chest. ‘Rule No. 2: You cannot say ‘no’ or oppose your Master’s orders.’ ‘Rule No. 3: You’re free to wear clothes of your choice… However, he can make you change it if he wants.’ ‘Rule No. 4: You are not allowed to step outside of the property.’ . . . Excerpt: “Ac-Actually I’m sleepy and I spent my day working for the household… Umm… Master, can I ask you something?” “Go ahead.” “I left my mom back home and I took this offer just to meet the debts… So will you pay me the said amount if I listen to your needs?” She asked in her feeble voice. “Needs Hmm… How about you strip off right now and lie down on the bed?” “What?” She exclaimed in horror. “You heard me,” he sounded dead serious. Layla gulped down the heavy lump that she had been holding for quite some time. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ***NOTE*** The cover isn’t mine. Full credit goes to Author Hansora :) PEN-NAME: hansora. Please don’t use it.