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With one strike of the sword, I cut through the path of life and death, and slay all those who have betrayed! ...... I don't want to be the sword; I want to be the swordsman. I don't want to be a pawn; I want to become the chess player. An ordinary person who insists on living his own life in this world. Unfamiliar roads lie ahead, destination unknown. As I carry on, unconsciously, it has been a journey of trials and tribulations. Behold the new world I create.

Shi Feiyang transmigrates into a martial arts world and becomes a martial artist by unexpectedly awakening the 'Divine Dragon Pagoda' system. This system allows him to enter the Divine Dragon Pagoda, a place exists in another dimension where time flows faster than in the real world--a whole year inside the Pagoda, only a few seconds in the outside world, and boasts whatever Shi needs to improve his martial level. But first, he must rescue a renowned centenarian monk in the martial arts world—Master Yuan Chi, who has unfortunately been poisoned and captured by evil men, losing all his power and suffering brutal torture at Snow Eagle Castle.

Chen Tang transmigrates to a martial arts world and is stranded on the snowy mountain. Just as he's starving, a divine tiger sees him as her child and feeds him with tiger milk, which helps him to lay a solid martial foundation. And there's a mysterious master who teaches him valuable lessons.

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Saber Sovereign: The Low-Key Legend ​"I was the boy who washed your cars in the rain. Now, I am the man who owns the sky you fly in." ​Thirteen years ago, Carson McCain’s world was erased. His parents were killed, his inheritance was stolen by his own blood, and he was abandoned in the neon-soaked gutters of New Seattle. For years, he survived on scraps, his only hope being a girl who eventually traded his heart for a piece of cheap jewelry and the favor of a gang lord. ​But the world didn't know that the "Ghost-Washer" of 4th Street was the only disciple of a hidden Primordial. ​Five years in the void. Five years of blood, fire, and the agonizing refinement of the Saber-Qi. ​Now, Carson is back. He isn't just a Level 14 Celestial Sovereign with power that can slice through dimensions; he is the shadow owner of the world’s largest conglomerates. He doesn't want an apology. He doesn't want his money back. ​He wants the Solaris Hegemony to tremble when he unsheathes his blade. ​"The world is a whetstone. And I am finally sharp."

Several centuries ago, beings from The Kolvax Galaxy began to attack the human world, only to face oppositions from a new set of kids who through Freddie's dream made them the impossible. With the help Mrs. J, their new gear and abilities; The Fire Saber Rangers attempts to stop LORD JURAZUSS, DARK VAGE, MAX LUTHER and their TROYS from taking control over the earth and from obtaining the six saber disk...

[Crossover Harem] “Once you’ve got cheats, all that’s left is to enjoy yourself.” “FGO’s dream ending? Yours is fake. Mine is the real one. Yes, that one—the subspace version, the timeline where the Human Empire is peaceful and happy. Would I, the Emperor, lie to you?” “The Gastrea Virus? Children, I, Tiga, have come to return your light. Humans? What humans? I thought those were speed bumps.” “Kindness? I’m already invincible, yet I’m still willing to lower myself and rule over all of you. Isn’t that kind enough?” After transmigrating to Tokyo, Roser looked at his neighbor, Yotsuya Miko, and his landlady, Mrs. Kayako, and fell into deep thought. Is this so-called slice-of-life crossover really normal? What? There’s a cheat? Entries become reality? Worlds across the heavens—your Emperor, Lord of Cinder, and Savior has descended. And so… Artosh: “You call Tiga a member of the human race?” Gudako: “Mashu, I’m sure now. They’re the real Type-Moon canon.” Kaneki Ken, Ikari Shinji: “Homeland, your Emperor’s chosen has returned. Ah, praise the Emperor.” Iwanaga Kotoko: “He didn’t treat me as disabled. He didn’t treat me as human either.” Poor Little Saki: “Become a firekeeper? What are the benefits like?” Haruno: “Oh my, dear brother-in-law… if we do this, Yukino won’t get angry, will she?”

Born into obscurity, Lin Feng always believed his life to be ordinary — until fate placed a mysterious saber in his hands and a target on his back. Pursued by dark sects, tangled in ancient bloodlines, and burdened by secrets even his own family dared not speak, he embarks on a journey through forgotten tombs, celestial ruins, and martial tournaments to uncover the truth of his lineage. As ancient beasts stir and forbidden realms awaken, Lin Feng must rise beyond a mere cultivator — into the heir of a legacy sealed by gods. But power comes at a price… and sometimes, the whispers of a saber can be louder than destiny itself.

A Legendary Samurai killed thousands of enemies long ago. He was famous in the name, Tiger, and his sword as Tiger Saber. But one day, he faced an enemy with the same level of his skills and during the fight he got sent into the Modern World, Japan. Unable to do anything because of the confusion, he found out that his sword shrunk and lost power. His sword contains "Soul Seal" to activate, without it, it was an ordinary knife. The Soul Seal's that he's finding can be found at Human's Soul. To extract the Soul Seal from Human's Soul, he needed to extract the depression along with it Determined to fix his sword and go back to his world, he's going to enter the world of depression. Cover is not owned by me. If you are the artist, and want me to stop using it, let me know through email at: [email protected] Note for person contacting: Please make sure you can provide credible proof that the image is indeed yours before you contact, or your email will be marked as spam. I'll be posting this story at RoyalRoad

Prologue: The Sovereign’s Silence ​The rain in New Seattle had a habit of burying secrets, but it could never wash away the smell of copper—the scent of blood and cheap coins. ​Five years ago, a boy stood in a gutter outside the Lumina Grand Hotel. His ribs were a mosaic of shattered bone, his lungs were filling with fluid, and his heart was breaking in a way that medicine couldn't fix. He had watched the woman he loved—the woman he had starved himself to provide for—laugh as she leaned into the arms of the man who had just robbed him. ​He had been a ghost. A "Ghost-Washer." A nobody whose life was worth exactly ten units of currency. ​"I’m sorry," he had whispered into the rain that night. But he wasn't apologizing to them. He was apologizing to the version of himself that still believed in mercy. ​Present Day. The 99th Floor of the Zenith Spire. ​Carson McCain sat in a chair made of liquid-carbon silk, looking at a city that didn't realize it had a new owner. In his hand was a glass of wine older than the city itself. On the table lay a single, rusted coin—the one he had carried through the fires of the Icelandic volcanoes and the crushing depths of the Mariana Trench. ​A soft beep broke the silence. ​"Sovereign," a voice resonated through the room—Aura, the world’s most advanced AI. "The Solaris Hegemony has entered the atmosphere. They are demanding the 'rat' who interfered with their operations to surrender." ​Carson didn't blink. He didn't even look up. He watched as a drop of condensation slid down his wine glass. ​"Surrender?" Carson’s voice was a low, melodic hum that made the very air in the penthouse vibrate. "Aura, activate the Global ORB. I don't want the commoners to get soot on their laundry when I delete their fleet." ​"Authorization confirmed. Shifting New Seattle to Sub-Space." ​Outside the window, the sky didn't turn dark; it turned violet. A massive, shimmering grid of energy swallowed the horizon, a cage for a fight that the world wasn't ready to see. ​Carson stood up. He wasn't wearing armor. He didn't have glowing cybernetics. He was dressed in a simple, perfectly tailored black suit. He reached into the void, and the air screamed as the Star-Shedder Saber manifested in his grip. ​30 strands of Saber-Qi began to rotate around his wrist, humming a song of absolute destruction. ​"Five years ago, I died in this rain," Carson whispered, stepping off the balcony into the open air, his feet finding invisible steps in the sky. "Today, I think I’ll let the stars die instead." ​High above, a Hegemony Dreadnought fired a shot that could level a continent. ​Carson McCain simply raised his blade. ​"Combine," he commanded. ​The night didn't end. It just met its master. ​[Saber Sovereign: The Low-Key Legend] ​A story of betrayal, ancient alchemy, and a man who returned from the gutter to own the sky.