Malphegor

Something's off in the shinobi world. Bizarre events are popping up left and right. The latest intel to land on the Third Hokage's desk is about a creepy cult operating in the Land of Water. These fanatics are worshiping an ancient deity known as Cthulhu. ---------- ---------- I don't own Naruto or Lovecraft related things. Kudos to Masashi Kishimoto and H. P. Lovecraft. If you have nothing else to read, give it a try. The writing style may not be for everyone. If there aren't enough readers, I will reduce my updates. Warnings: - Not MC-focused - No harem - Not an easy read - AU If you want to support me: p@treon.com/Malphegor 50 Advance Chapter! ko-fi.com/malphegor

What would you do if you were reincarnated into the Naruto universe as a member of the early Akatsuki, only to discover your death was all but certain? This is the reality facing Shin, a Naruto fan who finds himself bound to a system that predicts his gruesome ends - from being killed in Hanzo's purge to dying on Orochimaru's operating table. The system's message is clear: leaving Akatsuki means certain death, but staying doesn't guarantee survival. To live, Shin must remake the Akatsuki in his own image, transforming them from idealistic rebels into something far more dangerous. In the shinobi world, survival isn't just about power - it's about being willing to become the villain in someone else's story. ---------- ---------- I don't own Naruto. Kudos to Masashi Kishimoto. Warnings: - AU - Villain type - System Advance Chapters and Volumes Songs on p@treon: p@treon.com/Malphegor If you'd like to support me but can't join P@treon, leaving comments or reviews is also helpful!

A man reborn, more interested in his next meal than clan politics, finds himself caught in a power play that could reshape Konoha. Uchiha Masashi has seen it all before - literally. With memories of his past lives and abilities that shouldn't be possible, he'd rather perfect his combat skills than deal with clan drama. But when the newly appointed Fourth Hokage shows up with a proposal to unleash the Uchiha's power beyond their traditional police role, even Masashi has to pay attention. The clan sees opportunity. The village sees profit. Masashi sees the threads of fate that once led to his clan's destruction starting to weave again. As the Uchiha rush to prove themselves "ten times better than the Hyūga," Masashi walks a fine line between duty and survival. He knows too much - about the Nine-Tails incident that could destroy his clan's reputation, about young Shisui's tragic destiny, about the wheels already in motion. The question is: will he bother trying to change any of it? After all, in a world where even the strongest must sometimes bend to fate, sometimes the smartest move is to grab some dango and watch it all unfold. ---------- ---------- I don't own Naruto. Kudos to Masashi Kishimoto. Warnings: - AU - politics - powerful MC - harem (2 girls) - MC is sometimes ruthless - shadow clones are not almighty Advance Chapters on p@treon: p@treon.com/Malphegor If you'd like to support me but can't join P@treon, leaving comments or reviews is also helpful!

Synopsis of MILF: After a struggling singer died, he was reborn in a parallel world with a more developed entertainment industry. Excited by the prospect of a fresh start, Paul discovered this new world lacked the iconic songs he knew and loved. Eager to share his musical knowledge, he started performing the songs he had written for his girlfriend. His songs became famous overnight, and his popularity soared unexpectedly. But as his fame grew, so did a peculiar problem. His fans, it seemed, weren't content to be mere spectators. Night after night, he would step onto the stage, ready to pour his soul into his music. But before he could utter a single note, a wall of sound would hit him. The audience, thousands strong, would launch into his songs with a fervor that bordered on religious. These weren't casual concertgoers. They were devotees who had memorized every lyric, every inflection. They'd paid handsomely for tickets, not to listen, but to participate in what had become less a performance and more a mass ritual. Paul found himself in an absurd position. He was the star of the show, yet he couldn't hear his own voice over the chorus of his fans. He'd come to share his music, not to conduct a citywide karaoke session.