LordDylz

Would you sell your World, your Species, and your very Universe for a chance at a better life? If there was a red-button in front of you, and you could achieve everything you ever wanted by pressing it, all at the low-low cost of the annihilation of everything you've ever known; would you press that button? Approached by an unfathomable entity, a young man with nothing left to lose, little to gain, obtains the capital to sell his entire universe. One might think it luck, others might think it destiny; The Wyrm thinks everything is food, at the end of the strange aeons. A universe is sold as a meal, and in return a man gains power, freedom, and knowledge. It was the opportunity of a life-time, and despite his horrendous action, the man himself is not an Evil man. Simply...mortal. So very mortal. And so, adrift in the Multiverse, a newly Sparked Planeswalker embarks with his Patron's power lurking within his shadow.

Corvac wasn't sure how he got into this situation, but he's now in another world, a familiar one, but still another world. He's lost, alone, and utterly confused with what to do, save what an old man told him while he was adrift; find a familia, and dive into the dungeon. It's risky. It's dangerous. But, it's something to do. Ain't got much else to do in this new life of his, so best make something of it, even if that'd find him just another lost soul to the maw of the Pit. Orario is a melting pot of culture and races from all corners of Genkai. Corvac will find that this melting pot draws all kinds. Many will be friendly to another outsider in this city of outsiders. Others see just another soul drawn to a city of sin, ready for exploitation. He'll need to keep his wits about him, if he wants to survive in this city of the gods. The Dungeon provides to all; wealth, fame, challenge, strength, and fortune. Its a trap, one that draws a sinful kind. The Dungeon is a battle ground, one Corvac might be a bit too willing to dive into; yet, he has no choice. For Orario's claws have sunk its bite into his heart, and now he has a bond that needs to thrive, and he is all that stands in the way of his future's demise. Here is a tale of a young man that sought to make a sense of life. Gifts were given and potential was allotted. He'll find love, responsibility, and must strive to uphold his virtues while indulging in his sins within this world he feels is always adrift. \---/ Authors Foreword: This novel is an SI-OC with Slice-of-Life elements, gory and descriptive action scenes, and a developing Original Character cast. Cannon Characters will be interacted with, but only when it makes sense for the MC to do so. He won't be chilling around with the Loki familias' Executives as a Level One. He'll do that when he's around their level and can interact with them as equals. This means that I'll be incorporating Original Familias and characters for Corvac to interact with. Cannon familias that are lower level will also be interacted with (Take being the only one that comes to mind, but I don't like many of their characters and will insert my own arc of Far Eastern familias). There will be a general plot beat being established of 'life stuff - combat scene - 'fun' slice of life - growth - character interactions - introduction/foreshadowing of elements that may be future enemies or allies - interactions/combat - maybe an interlude - loop. (I write in third person omniscient so I bounce perspectives often and don't make it clear who is gathering the narrator's information. This leads to possible instances of an unreliable narrator who purposely gives incorrect assumption and observations. There is also a lot of dialogue of Corvac talking to himself in the first person. This is him being analytical and thoughtful.) Falna Note: Any and all discussion on Corvac's growth rate, how he obtains certain skills or magics will be ignored brutally. The Falna functions on warped logic of 'souls' 'stories' and 'desires'. Magic also needs to be 'studied', which makes no sense when a person can only have three total spells in the setting and that magic is usually granted by Grimoires or racial benefits (fuckin' knife ears getting all the cool toys). Anyway, Corvac's falna is bullshit and was largely created via a CYOA prompt and my own creativity. I effectively rolled up a Danmachi DND sheet and just added cool spells and skills I thought would be interesting.

Corwyn Hallows wandered Limbo for eons. In his journey, he'd found a strange object. Eons later, he came back to that object, and it offered him an accord. To live again, with a gift. He accepts this offer, and finds himself in an unfamiliar world of Gods and Adventurers. This is Corwyn's journey through Orario, the Dungeon City. Join him as he becomes a smith, an Adventurer, a warrior, an enchanter, and more. Updates: Whenever I feel like writing Inspired Enchanter Kronosday and Setsday - Now you have to translate that in normal days.

Victor 'Vic' Vici doesn't remember much of his former life. An education, some piece of 'culture', but not even his name or sense of identity. To the young man who'd been spirited away, he wasn't even a person before the Game told him he was. Now in the world of One Piece, a world he somewhat recognized from his shattered memories, the young man seeks to solidify his fading sense of identity among a world of strong wills and steely egos. With power granted to him by both his Out-Of-Context ability, 'The Game' and his Devil Fruit, Victor seeks to carve his way through the Grand Line and become a force of nature to which the world will have no choice but to acknowledge and name. Victor is ready, he is willing to carve such into the very bones of the World if he must, and he has the tools to do so; but is the World ready for him?

Ivan Balor was once a normal dude from Earth, then he woke up a Glowing One Ghoul in a world that rings a distant bell with a set of memories that aren't his own. In the ashes of a burnt world so similar, yet dissimilar to his own, Ivan coasts along to survive for several decades. His ventures have led him to a point in his life in which a series of events sends him on a new adventure. This fiction will eventually cross over to RWBY/Remnant. Although, this crossover is a distant ways away and is more ACT 2 of ACT 1 than any crossover. IE, this is an Isekai. This fiction, or more specifically the character used and inspiration for this fiction was created through the usage of this Interactive Choose Your Own Adventure: https://kondor9543.neocities.org/fallout/index.html Ivan does not have memories of the Fallout Franchise due to a drawback called 'New Game'. No Artwork belongs to me and has been ripped off of Google Images. Message my Web Novel account to get no response for several business weeks to months, but I will eventually check and remove the artwork from either the cover or any message boxes. I only own Ivan and my OC's, any faction I've used is inspired from various other wasteland themed fictions that I subconsciously steal from. All rights go to those that actually own the franchise. This Fiction is solely written to day-dream about cyborg-girls killing shit in cool ways.

Jaune Arc fuses with some random ass soul and gets Magic and an Overpowered Semblance Soul Fusion out of the entire 'death of identity, birth of anew' deal. Now a new person of clashing and often strange ideologies and world views, Jaune tackles the life and times of being a wizard, having really hot sisters, and being totally okay with putting his dick in them. Put two and two together: you get nine because magic is the shit. Join a magical tale of great power, magic, knowledge, and the mythical ability to just not give a shit. "Look upon ye, ye mighty, for it is here I grow my fucks. Witness its baren plane, unfertile soil, and grand expanse into unending desert." Jaune quoted poorly. "So...what's with the incest?" "Well, they're hot." Jaune shrugged. "Yeah, but they're your sisters." "Well, they should just not be hot then. Problem solved." Jaune frowned, crossing his arms. "That's not how this works." "So? I have magic, bibbity bobbity boo, now it does. Honestly, what's the problem?" Jaune asked, apathy in his gaze. "Incest is morally incorrect-" "Moral correctness is subjective to a group of people, and not objective to a single person or correct and singular way of thought." Jaune countered. "I could technically become my own independent thought group and think tank by claiming a plot of land and declaring myself independent. Vale wouldn't care, and I'd be leader of my new independent country, able to there by pass laws. These laws state that Incest is an acceptable and morally correct thing to do as long as nothing harmful comes from it." "The children might not come out right. Think of Joffrey!" "Psh, I have magic and can use a ritual to change myself into half demon or something and then fuck my sisters. Technically by changing my DNA, I'm only half related, and due to having alien DNA in my blood I'd be even more wonky in the entire 'bio diversity' argument." Jaune rebuffed. "Hmm, maybe...maybe." "Come, join the darkside. We have cookies, magic, lightning powers, plot armor second to one, and a dozen other thing besides."

Lewds and Lemons, be warned and warry. Carrow died and was asked a question. This question led him to Remnant, the world of a shitty web show called RWBY. Now a snakeman by the name Basalin Chrome, he strives to become 'great', whatever that means. Featuring Ice Bitch, The Dashing Thief, and a few OCs. Trying not to become OC heavy and am desperately looking for way to add canon characters.

When someone plays too much Garry's Mod, it does things to them. Dark, terrible things. Then you have God just chilling in OOC Chat like a boss. Two Role Players roll with their plays, no matter how dark and depraved.

A messy reincarnation lead Carrow on a journey that won't end with friends or a happy nanmaka, but with leaking entrails and a mouth full of human flesh. This is the Tale of Carrow F. Wills, a botched reincarnate with goals to become the 'freest' man alive. This is no happy pirate story, but one where a twisted philosophy is deliberately miss translated and the end result is only exasperated further by a Devil Fruit that really puts the Devil in the Fruit. Absolute Freedom - The Freedom of Self, The Freedom of Space, The Freedom of Choice. To have no bonds, to have no wants, to be absolutely free!

Undeath in the Elder Scrolls Universe.

Three friends find themselves on Remnant, on the ass end of the planet; often referred to as Menagerie. They are not helpless however, with strange otherworldly and dare I say reality bending if not breaking abilities. Gifted knowledge, power, and immortality; may Oum have mercy on Remnant. Author Note: This story is a brain bubble that keeps on bugging. I was watching some Rust YouTube, and thought on how to bring rust abilities into a 'real' non-game-environment or at least beyond 'hit rock get '5' wood' like what is 5 wood? Then I thought of Worm and its tinker abilities and decided to 'fuse' the two, but what IS Rust Tech, and how do I incorporate scrap into this; what is scrap even? This spiraled down until I decided to scrap Rusts entire crafting system, keep the inventory and be ambiguous on the resources, less '100 wood' and more 'I chopped down X amount of trees and now have enough wood to build Y, the wood is stored in my inventory'. This will hopefully be explained more. The crafting is completely different and if that turns you away, so be it. What is the same: Building(ish) Guns (Dust and mechashift will have its place here) Respawning (bed down or spawn at origin point/random spawn on a beach of Menagerie)

Welcome to reincarnation roulette. Three spins! Three powers! One world! Whats the catch? Each spin after the first three free spins given, will give the greedy foul a 'curse'. Will you test your luck and greed? John Dour was once a simple electrician. Then he died. It was fortunate he was chosen for reincarnation, right? Well no one told him that he couldn't spin more than three times. A second chance at life becomes something, insane.

Arc is someone who is a Cynical, Paranoid, and Edgy, gets an ability to travel into worlds of anime, fiction, movie, and television. He gallivants on a journey aided by no-one, restricted by no-one, and is stripped of human ethics and morality. God will not help, as I am God. I will watch my creation run amok in the fictional worlds created by others. Stop him if you can, but none shall stand in his path of being an absolute asshole.