calm

If I had known I would ever write again, I wouldn't have lived the last 20 years in this state. These were his last words, and the end of the beginning of the first thing I wanted to write. He died and left this paper for you, you bastards.

o guy who search a a path in his anost life but is nothing who impressed him anyway he jump in face to a track-kun and make his isekai

In the Dharma Ending Era, justice is dead. Corruption is normal. Hospitals prioritize the wealthy. Courts bend to power. And ordinary people disappear quietly. Wen De was just another invisible man. Until his phone activated. [Moral System Initialized.] It doesn’t give him strength. It doesn’t give him money. It gives him something far more terrifying— The authority to adjust probability. A corrupt official’s accident rate increases. A court verdict shifts by 3%. An ICU bed reallocates. A survival rate rises. But every increase demands a decrease. To save one life, another must edge closer to death. To correct injustice at scale, someone nearby must pay the cost. When morality becomes data… When justice becomes optimization… And when love becomes bias… How long before the man correcting the world becomes its next tyrant? Because in a world ruled by algorithms— Even compassion has a casualty rate.

Sinn Bay carries a deity within him - the Deity of Calm. Stripped of the ability to feel anything but tranquility, he lives a carefully ordered life as a sword academy captain, a husband, a father, a man who desires nothing beyond peace. But reality refuses to leave him untouched. A chain of misfortune tightens around his existence, twisting ordinary events into catastrophe. Tragedy compounds into loss, loss into collapse, until the world itself begins to fracture alongside him. Deprived of everything he sought to protect, Sinn Bay turns against the very order of existence. Not in rage. But with perfect, inescapable calm.

After staying up all night to finish the Deomn Slayer series, Jack wakes up inside the manga itself as Giyu Tomioka, the Water Hashira of the Demon Slayer Corps. Knowing the future filled with loss, regret, and meaningless deaths, he refuses to let fate repeat itself. As his consciousness slowly merges with Giyu’s own, the boundary between them disappears, and this time, Giyu Tomioka will change everything. •For 30 Advance Chapters Check out: Pitreon.com/AnonymousWriter6 replace i with a • An Additional Chapter Will Be Published for every 50 Powerstones. • If I get 100 Members on Pitroen I'll update 5 Extra Chapters. ( You can Become Free or Paid member. It Still Counts.)

Transmigrated into the Pokémon world, Axel spawns in with a nightmare combo: parents missing, broke as hell, failed his exams. Rock bottom much? Yeah. But he’s got one life saver: the Tag System. 1. No background? — His tag [Both Parents Deceased] flips into the supreme-tier [Both Parents Kings,]. Turns out his “missing” parents actually slipped into a secret realm, bonded with Solgaleo and Lunala, and now they’re literally running the Ultra Wormhole. 2. No money? — Tag [Penniless] becomes [Eating Soft Rice with a Hard Bite]. Sure, he’s supposed to be broke, but being as handsome as the readers apparently has perks. Rich beauties start lining up just to spoil him. 3. Bad talent? — Not anymore. His [Ralts] merges with [Fairy Queen], giving it faster casting, harder hits, and absurd skill comprehension. — His [Gible] merges with 【Infinite Evolution】; the world caps at level 100, but his level 999 Garchomp? Yeah, that was just a casual gift from a friend... Years Later: Right when Team Rocket gathers every villain under the sun as Rainbow Rocket and gets ready to take over the world— Axel walks out like, “Gentlemen, allow me a quick intro. Standing here is the Hoopa Trainer, Master of the Fairy Queen, Crown Prince of the Ultra Wormhole, and the guy who taught Green everything she knows…” “Okay. You may attempt to attack me now.” Groudon: “Who’s stupid enough? I’ll fly over there myself and kick them into next week!” Black Rayquaza: “Rainbow Rocket? One breeze and some frost, handled.” Villain Squad: “???” (It is being continued from Chapter 377. To read previous chapters, search the name.) ═❀ITS A TL❀═

“Kindness built upon others’ suffering is the most hypocritical kind of kindness.” — Uzumaki Kushina ——— A bloodstained Uchiha boy walked toward the main gate, carrying three human heads. All three heads wore masks, their faces impossible to identify. This boy was Rengoku, rushing back from Kusagakure after being rescued by Muku and Ryuzetsu. He traded a single piece of intel for a special rapid treatment. He never dared stop, not even to change clothes, heading straight back to Konoha. When he reached the village gate, gatekeepers Kamizuki Izumo and Hagane Kotetsu stepped up immediately to confirm his identity. “Uchiha Rengoku, mission in Kusagakure.” While flipping through the file in his hand, Hagane Kotetsu gave the heads a quick look. “Did something unexpected happen?” ——— “Looks like I made it in time.” Hearing the clan meeting had just ended, Rengoku finally let out a breath of relief. He had been rushing nonstop, didn’t even change clothes, and managed to make it back before the night of the clan extermination. The Uchiha clan meeting had wrapped up already. Konoha had learned from Itachi about the Uchiha coup plan. Danzo had likely already ordered Itachi to wipe out the clan. Itachi was probably contacting Tobi these past few days, preparing to move. But now that he’d made it back, there was still a chance to gamble. ——— For Rengoku, this was only the beginning. As long as he protected the Uchiha clan, its members would become his endless source of chakra. The rise of the Uchiha was the road to his own power. He would one day become the god of the Uchiha. And even, the GOD OF THIS WORLD. (It is being continued from Chapter 336. To read previous chapters, search the name.) ═❀IT'S A TL❀═ RAW:

The dust thrown into the atmosphere by the impact obscured the sky and plunged the world into an Ice Age that would last for hundreds of years without sunlight. Because of the lack of sunlight, Earth's surface had fallen to extreme cold temperatures down to tens of degrees below zero. Facing impending doom, Chen Xin was left with a shelter that he built underground and an upgrade system he found. How would he survive the crisis? Could human civilization prevail? Would the embers of hope be enough to illuminate the cold night and bring warmth to mankind? Destiny had brought forward a harsh trial. Could human beings avoid sharing the same fate as those of the dinosaurs that were extinct?

My grandfather is very eccentric, performing daily rituals of offering incense to himself, standing in front of his own spirit tablet and eating candles. Villagers are fearful of my grandfather. I am fearful of him too. Later, I discovered that what they were afraid of was not my grandfather, but me. Even grandfather is afraid of me. ... My name is Chen Shi. The Chen of honesty, the Shi of sincerity.

This is the war between humans and the Ancient God Clan, tracing back to Ancient Times, extending into the future, spanning the river of history, and composing an epic. The Ancient Gods invade reality with a shattered world. Secrets from timeless mythologies reveal the truth. Ascenders traverse the gaps of time and space, journeying between two realms. Reality and transcendence, blade and sword, blood and fire. When the apocalypse arrives, the Ancient Gods awaken from their long slumber. The curtain rises— My father once went missing while investigating the resurrection of a certain God, and his fate remains unknown to this day. I am anxious, but not entirely distressed. Because that resurrected God— Is me.

The end of the world has come, the world order is in chaos, and human morality has declined. Li Yu, a cold man, was reborn and won a 30-million bonus at the start of his new life. He built a god-level base and hoarded resources. While others were struggling on the brink of starvation to death, Li Yu was enjoying himself on the rooftop, having a barbecue and drinking beer.

Two years ago, the mere fifteen-year-old scion of the Lin family, in front of the colossal behemoth that is the Murong clan, made a vow! Two years later, no one knows what he has gone through, but from the moment of his return, he radiates a brilliance that seems to compete with heaven and earth! (Note: The protagonist of this book is very aloof, cold, and passionate. Those who like to read about a military king's ambiguous romances and flirts, please bypass this one.)

Time flies quickly; may you enjoy a cup of drink. I know not the height of the green mountain, nor the depth of the earth. Only watching as the seasons change, that it took people's lives. ------ Under the nightfall of Luocheng City rides a spirited youth, whose steed's hooves echo steadily upon cobblestone streets. He appears like a character straight from a storyteller's tale, descending from cascades of clouds and venturing forth into the martial world; journeying onward among verdant peaks, he watches as twilight fades into the western sky. If one were to ask who roams eternally, untethered in this jianghu— He would reply thus: the gentle breeze, the bright moon, and I. ... Perhaps this is a long story. Please allow me to slowly narrate it.

The world had been in chaos for over three hundred years. In the Central Plains, singing and dancing never ceased, foreign tribes sharpened their weapons and fed their horses, Sword Immortals roamed the Martial World, and famed generals quelled unrest in all directions. Five years before the great upheaval, the young Pharmacist Li Guanyi committed murder on a rainy night. At last, he opened his eyes and saw this chaotic human world. Underneath the hooves of horses lay piles of bleached bones – famed generals, beauties, the Martial World, Divine Weapons, commoners, Dharma Forms. Since ancient times, only white bones and yellow sand remained on the fields! Confucian Scholars, crushed beneath iron hooves; Buddhas, swept away by long spears! "I, Daoist Li Guanyi, invite this world to its death!"

A door unfolded before him. Evil thrived, and whispers spilled from within. The resentful compound eyes flickered and vanished, the presence longing to burst out was blocked inside, and the alluring murmurs echoed in the ear. The sticky, pink brain mumbled something. A figure cloaked in a yellow robe watched from a distance. A dark green presence, smelling of blood, roared. A string of wondrous soap bubbles released friendliness—and many, many guests. They sincerely invited Lu Li to join this mad party. Lu Li stepped in, his stride resolute and unwavering. He had no reason to refuse.

"Son, what's your plan after middle school?" Such a plan had never crossed Ryomen Sukuna's mind. What did he want in life? What kind of mark does he want to leave in this world? His father always asked him this question whenever he could, though Sukuna always never had an answer no matter how hard he tried. "How about heroics, son?" Oh, maybe there is one now. (No harem, only Mina Ashido the pinky queen) (shit romance btw) (Yes, Sukuna has jjk Sukuna's powers, it's all in one quirk) (no system) (This is just a story where he beats up bad guys, gets the girl and aura farms, not thought out at all. Tons of cliche stuff in here) (I'll probably get MHA: Vigilantes in here later) (This was never supposed to be a deep dark story or something, and I never really was a good author so read at your own risk.)

[Warning! Slice of Life at Core!] "Are you trying to tell me that the man who made the entire Northern continent tremble works in a flimsy bar? And he's a Water Mage???" The Emperor asked his knight. "Yes, sir. I saw him with my own eyes. He has two pet dragons and—" "Good gods! The legendary dragons that historically disdain humans as his pets?! We must have this man as our own at all cost!" The Emperor screamed in amusement, "Say, when you approached this man to speak with him, what was his reaction?" The knight gulped. "He... offered my men and I drinks, and told us to tell you, the Emperor, to visit his bar sometime." The Emperor's eyes widened, and narrowed back as he smiled. "Well, I just might." ______ Maxwell Duvon Belognia was once a reject, kicked out of his noble house for his lack of talent. His noble family was one that had produced reputable flame mages for ages, and Maxwell, who had an affinity to the water element, was a good-for-nothing. Disowned by his family, he ventured out into the world to build his own solid ground, and discovered that his talent in the path of water was much more than his family had ever imagined. Along his journey, he made friends that he loved more than his own blood, allies that could give their lives up just for his sake, and the best of all — he fell in love with a woman who gave him her heart and her soul. Until an unfortunate, world ending disaster struck on his world, ending everything dear to Maxwell in just a few seconds, including the love of his life. Luckily — or unluckily — Maxwell and his friend barely survived, thrust into a different, ruthless world where they had to grow stronger and struggle to survive. Years later, they became transcendent beings who ventured into the vast cosmos where they still fought to claim a place. They became gods. During all his years of constant struggling, fighting and ascending, Maxwell never the love he lost. Regret ate at him. If only he was strong as he was now. He was steadily approaching the end of his being. Just when he thought his soul would fade away without ever seeing his love again... "Why don't we break one of the ten absolute rules proffered by the Celestial King?" His friend suggested. Maxwell's eyes widened. "What rule?" "Regression." And so, after fighting to go against the will of fate and the heavens themselves, Maxwell's soul finally regressed with eons worth of knowledge to the time when he was just a mortal, kicked out of his noble house. The best part? All his divine authorities as a god — although weakened — were still linked to his soul, including his pocket dimension which held his treasures. And because of this, to the eyes of everyone in his world, Maxwell was a ridiculously overpowered being. As news of this enigmatic, overpowered water mage spread amongst the four continents of Cryst, every monarch and every major power desired him for themselves. But the man in question? "I've lived a life full of suffering, battles and wars. Now, with this second chance, I just want to live a calm life. To do that, I'll have to stop the world-ending disaster coming in a few years. But for now..." He opened the door to his bar, smiling as he gazed at his customers which consisted of legendary mages, legendary mercenaries, divine healers, knights and the rest, all waiting to recruit him. Finally, his warm gaze rested on his wife, waiting for him behind the counter. "This is enough."

If life were given to you a second time, would you still choose to remain ordinary? Would you quietly live out your days, unknown and insignificant, watching the world move forward without you? Or would you seize the opportunity to stand at its center and shape it with your own hands? He has already experienced a mediocre life once. He understands how easily a man can be overlooked, forgotten, erased by time. This time, he refuses to be small. Armed with the knowledge of a life already lived, he will not follow rules written by others. He will create his own laws and establish the order he desires. Power will not control him. He will control power. Wealth, influence, politics, and war will become stepping stones beneath his feet. A human life barely spans a century. If it is destined to burn out, then he will make sure it burns brilliantly enough to set the entire world ablaze. This is the rise of a man who will no longer accept insignificance and will stop at nothing to reach the top. • Check Volume 0: Auxiliary Volume For More Info. ------------- TL/N: MC is Extremely Ruthless This story contains major finance and economics elements that play a central role in the plot. If you enjoy strategic financial growth, economic manipulation, and calculated power plays, this book is for you. I'm translating and doing poison testing for this work so that it becomes readable and all credit goes to orignal Creator. Atleast read first 30-40 Chapters before deciding If You Like It Or Not! :) Additional Tags: #AlternateWorld #Antihero Protagonist #Apathetic Protagonist #Aristocracy #Army #Blackmail #Business management #Businessmen #Calm Protagonist #Cruel Characters #Economics #Military #Politics #Strategist #Poor to Rich

A stray bullet, a sudden transmigration. Chu Qi, a ruthless former gang leader from Earth, awakens in the body of a dying Trafalgar Law on the desolate Minion Island. With a terminal illness and Doflamingo's shadow looming, Law's future seems set for a tragic end. But armed with knowledge of the entire One Piece world, and the innate cunning of a street survivor, this new Law is determined to rewrite his destiny. The legendary Op-Op Fruit is within reach, but simply obtaining it isn't enough. Law's ambition stretches far beyond mere survival. He'll seize the fruit, then leverage Corazon's Marine ties for a secure environment to rapidly hone his terrifying new powers. From a sickly boy, he'll become a force capable of repelling Doflamingo's Birdcage with sheer will, shocking even the World Government with his unprecedented mastery of the Op-Op Fruit's abilities. Law's path won't be that of a typical pirate or a naive Marine. He detests being controlled, choosing his own allegiance based on ultimate freedom and the pursuit of absolute power. With his sharp mind, devastatingly accurate firearms, and an ever-evolving Devil Fruit, he'll navigate the treacherous seas, outmaneuver the strongest factions, and reshape the very balance of the world. Join Law as he ruthlessly carves his own path, ascending through the ranks of the Marines not for justice, but for the safety and power to "conquer" the world on his own terms. The true legend of the Ultimate Devil Fruit is about to begin! join patreon.com/worldoffanfiction for advanced chapters and support the daily update