What can we learn from a stickman children's story?

Even though life wasn't all sunshine and rainbow, a man who hailed from the Philippines continued living and hoping. Even while wearing tattered clothes and shoes, he still persistently practiced, carrying the hope that he will one day get a little more skillful at the sport he loves. Unfortunately, this was all but wishful thinking. Not to mention the fact that he is severely lacking in the height department, he also don't have any notable talent in basketball, whatsoever. No matter how much time he dedicated to his practice sessions, he could only reach the average skill level of a streetballer in the Philippines. He couldn't even hold a candle to those random thugs you can find on the streets, much less fulfill his dream of one day becoming a professional player. One day, through layer upon layers of dreadful coincidences, he found himself waking up inside an unknown room — talking to someone who identified themselves as a part of a civilization much higher than a Type 6 civilization on the Kardashev Scale. How high are 'they', exactly? No one really knows. Due to an unforseen war that happened between Type 6 civilizations —civilizations who can, with relative ease, create and destroy universes or even a multiverse — an error occurred. It just so happens that the man was smack dab in the middle of where all the lightning strikes and literal lightning balls rained down after passing through the spatio-temporal reality that the mysterious entity 'created'. It even destroyed a fabric of the spatio-temporal reality in the process. 「As this was all due to a deviation on our otherwise omniscient calculations, we will grant you the wish that you so wanted as 'compensation' .」 Without any forewarning, the man was whisked away from the unknown space and was abruptly sent to who knows where. The only saving grace was the fact that he received a package as a 'bonus'. "I embraced something but it wasn't a woman but death!" "Why are all of these people so extraordinary when it came to basketball? Granted, this is basketball universe, but still…" Follow Seiji as he embarks on his basketball journey, meeting new adversaries and friends alike. ※・※・※・※ DISCLAIMER! I do not own any of the anime/manga/light novel characters that will be portrayed in this fanfiction. This is just a book that I made for my own satisfaction.

Chen Gou transmigrates to the Blue Wave World, where evil spirits have invaded. All kinds of monsters that humans have previously imagined—Strigoi, aliens, spirits, the undead, zombies, demons, monsters—have appeared in this world. Humans awaken their magic and become Awakeners, who fight with their magic skills. After awakening, Chen Gou gets an innate skill called True Summoning. It allows him to summon a Battle Guardian to aid him in his battles. Just like Awakeners, his summons can learn skills. Chen Gou embarks on a journey to different abysses to gather information about them and eliminate evil spirits. What skills would his summons be able to learn along the journey?

Chen Mu, a good youth of the 21st century, transmigrates to the world of immortals, and incidentally brings his Little Assistant that can extract attributes from the aftermath of battles. In the mortal village, the villagers fight. [Physical Strength+1] Within a cultivation sect, disciples spar. [Fire Spiritual Root +1] [Cultivation Power +1] [Fireball Technique +1] ...... With a bit of help from the Little Assistant, plus his own hard work, Chen Mu originally wants to casually obtain longevity in this peaceful Immortal Cultivation World. However, the Immortal Cultivation World that has been peaceful for a thousand years is suddenly thrown into chaos and strife. Thus, the Little Assistant transforms... It becomes Big Assistant!

Zorian is a teenage mage of humble birth and slightly above-average skill, attending his third year of education at Cyoria's magical academy. He is a driven and irritable young man, consumed by a desire to ensure his own future and free himself of the influence of his family, whom he resents for favoring his brothers over him. Consequently, he has no time for pointless distractions or paying attention to other people's problems. As it happens, time is something he is about to get plenty of. On the eve of the Cyoria's annual summer festival, he is killed and brought back to the beginning of the month, just before he was about to take a train to Cyoria. Suddenly trapped in a time loop with no clear end or exit, Zorian will have to look both within and without to unravel the mystery before him. And he does have to unravel it, for the time loop hadn't been made for his sake and dangers lurk everywhere... Repetition is the mother of learning, but Zorian will have to first make sure he survives to try again - in a world of magic, even a time traveler isn't safe from those who wish him ill. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/nobody103 Website: https://motheroflearninguniverse.wordpress.com/ Fanart/Translation: https://motheroflearninguniverse.wordpress.com/2016/05/01/mol-links-fanart-translation-etc/ FictionPress: https://www.fictionpress.com/u/804592/nobody103 Cover Art Credit: https://www.royalroad.com/profile/78371 (Note: I am not in anyway related to the creator nobody103, just a fan who wants to gain popularity for the novel)

Brian transmigrated and obtained the Ghost Deceit Spell. A water ghost said, "Brian scared me to death. He swims even faster than me. Is he the water ghost or am I the water ghost?" A hanged ghost said, "That Brian is d*mn scary. He scared me so much I nearly hanged myself in suicide!!!" Sadako said, "Brian is too scary. He's not scared of me at all. He even dragged me out of the television and said that he wanted to date me." At night, at a hospital, in a morgue, Brian was playing cards with a drowned ghost. The ghost was trembling when it looked at him. "Bro, can your hand stop shivering? Am I that scary?"

Wesley was a young man with ambition. Growing up with no parents and nothing to his name, he vowed to succeed in life; gaining everything he’d ever wished for. Sadly, the world never worked the way you wanted it to. Just as Wesley’s business was taking off, he was gunned down in a restaurant he visited from time to time. That day, two thugs had gotten into an argument, and he just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. Shortly after the ambulance arrived, Wesley had already breathed his last breath. Unexpectedly, this was just one of the many lives he's lived. *Welcome traveler 87671. Your trial period has ended. Please choose one of the following options provided. -Transmigration -Reincarnation -System Operative ''F*ck, that hurt!'' Wesley clutched his chest and exhaled heavily. ''Two lives in and you're still pulling the same shit? You couldn’t pull me out in a more peaceful way?’’ The system operative scoffed at Wesley's attitude. ''Listen, can you pick a position already? The other SO’s are watching some new rookie, and she’s going buck wild in one of our apocalypse settings. If I miss any of the good stuff, I’m upping the prices in your system shop. '' ‘’Bullshit.'' Wesley laughed at the System Operators threat. ''Make me a transmigrator. Being reincarnated is the worst option out of all the options you have given me.’’ ''Are you sure? You’ve got quite the mouth on you so I thought you would go for System Operator, and here I thought I’d gotten myself a new drinking buddy.'' The SO seemed genuinely bummed by Wesley's answer. Ko-fi.com/good_neighbor https://www.patreon.com/Good_Neighbor