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Blood Silver Emperor - Douluo Dalu Fanfic

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Introduction: Reborn into the world of Douluo Dalu with the memories of a flawed but brilliant engineer from Earth, Zhang Tian awakens to a harsh reality. His new body possesses the most common and despised Martial Spirit on the continent—the Blue Silver Grass. His Innate Spirit Power is a pathetic 0.5. The world's foremost authority on Martial Spirits, Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang, delivers his verdict with cold, dismissive finality: "Innate Power 0.5 with a Blue Silver Grass? Your path is sealed. Go home, boy. Be a farmer." But within Zhang Tian, there is no despair. Only the cold, calculating mind of a man given a second chance, a man who sees not a trash spirit, but a blank canvas. "A trash spirit?" he thinks, a predatory smile hidden from the world. "No. It's a blank canvas. A canvas I will paint with forbidden alchemy, stolen opportunities, and a power this world has never seen. A canvas that will reach the very top." His path inevitably collides with the world's chosen one, Tang San, another soul from a different world. When Zhang Tian's engineering genius from a past life manifests as devastating firearms that defy the logic of Spirit Masters, it is Tang San who preaches caution and morality. "You have a responsibility!" the young hero declares, his face a mask of righteous indignation. "You can't just unleash such dangerous weapons upon the world!" But when Tang San's own hypocrisy leads him to threaten the women under Zhang Tian's protection in a desperate bid for victory, he learns a brutal, bloody lesson in pragmatism. As Zhang Tian stands over his broken, castrated form, his voice is a chilling whisper: "You targeted my women. Responsibility is a luxury you can no longer afford." His journey is not one of a lonely wolf, but of an emperor building his harem. He offers strength and freedom to those trapped by fate. For Zhu Zhuqing, the Hell Civet bound to a cowardly, degenerate prince, he is the only path to survival. As she turns her back on her pathetic fiancé, Dai Mubai, her breathtaking figure is a promise of the fierce loyalty he has earned. "You're a coward, Dai Mubai. I'll forge my own fate." She turns, her cold eyes filled with a new fire as she stands by Zhang Tian's side. "With him." His most powerful and intimate ally is a secret that could shatter the world: Ah Yin, the hundred-thousand-year-old Blue Silver Empress. Rescued from her lonely exile and reborn through his power as the seductive Blood Silver Empress, her maternal love transforms into a burning, possessive desire for the man who showed her the truth of her husband's betrayal. "That imposter murdered my son," she whispers, her magnificent, mature body pressing against his, a promise of pleasure and power intertwined. "As for you, my little Emperor... forget that little cat girl. Let a real woman show you what true pleasure feels like… down there." With cold calculation, he seizes the opportunities that he can: the immortal herbs of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, the Eight Spider Lances, and many more. Armed with an arsenal of self-developed Spirit Tools that merge modern engineering with this new world, he is an unstoppable force of revolution. He will conquer the hearts of the continent's most beautiful and powerful women, enjoying their devotion and their sexy bodies while systematically dismantling the hypocrisy of its so-called "heroes." For Zhang Tian's ambitions stretch far beyond mere godhood. He looks upon the entire system of cultivation with the cold, critical eye of an engineer. "Spirit Rings from hunting beasts? A pathetic, barbaric system that rewards brute force and blind luck," he scoffs, a blueprint for a new world order forming in his mind. "This continent doesn't need such a system that forces the spirit beasts to extinction. It needs a revolution. And I am the engineer who will design it." ~~ A/N: Hope you all like it. Check out my p.atreon for the chapters ahead on the link: bit.ly/evildragon04
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The Names... RIYURA SHIKO! - 名前は…リユラ・シコ!

Some people perform joy so completely that nobody notices they’re drowning until the water is already over their head—and Riyura Shiko has turned that performance into an art form. Fifteen years old, purple-haired, red bow-tied, and explosively cheerful in the specific way of someone who learned early that being cheerful was safer than being honest, Riyura arrives at Jeremy High not as a normal transfer student—but as a walking thunderclap in a school uniform. Officially, he’s there for a “fresh start” after an incident involving pudding, a ferret, and one tragically heroic trampoline. Unofficially, he’s there because wherever Riyura goes, normality quietly packs its bags and leaves. Jeremy High is no ordinary school. Founded in 1876 under impossible circumstances—three suicidal teenagers, letters from a descendant who wouldn’t exist for a century, and a foundation built as much on suffering as it is on survival—it attracts the broken, the chaotic, and the unexplainable. Riyura fits in immediately… and completely disrupts everything anyway. From shouting greetings at trees to challenging athletes to dribble pineapples, from staging lunchtime operas about dumplings to turning every hallway into a stage, he floods the school with a kind of absurd, relentless energy that feels almost supernatural on its own. But beneath the chaos is something quieter. Something fragile. Because Riyura isn’t just trying to be seen—he’s trying not to disappear. Over the next four years, what unfolds is everything. Not just the ridiculous, high-energy nonsense of flying fruit and social disasters, but corruption networks, government conspiracies, psychic abilities tied to Edo-period bloodlines, time manipulation, preserved souls, and a brother who dies… and comes back? Government agents become allies. Truths unravel. The very sanctuary that saved them reveals the cost of its existence. And still—beneath all of that—the people matter most. Yakamira, sharp and analytical, alive against all odds. Miyaka, opening her pencil case every morning as an act of quiet defiance. Subarashī, scars catching the light as he declares himself to the world. Jisatsu, holding steady, fourteen months without a crisis. Pan, baking at 4 AM not because he has to—but because he chooses to. None of them are whole. All of them are trying. And together, they form something stubborn and unbreakable: a family built not from perfection, but from the refusal to let each other drown alone. Then comes graduation. Osaka. Cherry University. Cherry blossom seasons that feel too soft for everything they’ve survived. And the slow, difficult realization that surviving and living are entirely different skills. And many more characters in the main stage at that as per-usual. Riyura Shiko isn’t just the loudest person in the room. He’s the one most afraid of silence. His absurdity isn’t there to make you laugh—it’s there to overwhelm you, to push past the limits of what “normal” even means, to prove that being alive isn’t about fitting in, but about refusing to disappear. The humor isn’t clean, or even traditionally funny—it’s chaotic, excessive, and sometimes deliberately irritating. Because this story doesn’t aim to be funny. It aims to feel. Loudly. Uncomfortably. Honestly. This is the complete story of Riyura Shiko. From a teenager hiding behind a crooked bow tie and a perfectly rehearsed smile… to someone who slowly, painfully learns what genuine laughter actually feels like. From impossible walls to open skies. It costs something. It leaves something behind. Neither cancels the other out. THE NAMES… RIYURA SHIKO! - RATED MA26+. Still here. That’s always been enough. Because this series has the worst humor you could ever wish for. >;)
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