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"...and he that went before now came last, and that which was white and black and all direction was thrown against itself. Grown mightily indignant at the words of the Gods, He did turn his heart against them and flee into the chambers of space...And no man looked to Him then, save those that serve that which they hate, who smile upon their misfortune, and who bear no love save for the damned. At such times as a warrior's heart turns to Him, all Gods of Chaos grow fearful, and the laughter of the Outcast God fills the tomb of space..."

'Jack D. Handsome' didn't become a pirate for heroics or the sake of adventure. As a fine specimen of a man, even if he did say so himself, he just wants to beat people up, show off and get girls. And what better way to accomplish that than joining a certain an up-and-coming pirate crew—the Straw Hat pirates?

Reincarnated in the world of Alagaësia, Cedric Merlinson wants nothing more than to follow his namesake's example—by becoming the greatest wizard who ever lived. As far as the big bad was concerned, he couldn't care less. Power-gaming was the name of the game, and he wouldn't let anything get in the way of that. Unfortunately for him, the road to unlimited power wouldn't be without its hurdles...

A person from Earth is reborn on Azeroth before the events of the First War. Unfortunately, his new identity is about as unremarkable as they come—a peasant boy, the son of a common blacksmith. To make matters worse, he received no system, nor did he have any talent for magic. Was survival even possible? Arne wasn't sure, but he'd do his damnedest.

A person from modern earth finds himself transmigrated into the body of a villain from a Xanxia novel. Fortunately, he quickly discovers the protagonist's 'golden-finger' cheat is available to him as well! Given his meta knowledge, the power in question is far more potent than in the hands of the foolish protagonist. With the ability to rewind time, along with the power of the [Immortal Transformation Technique], Xu Zhenyan aims to pierce the heavens!

A normal guy from the modern world suddenly finds himself reborn into a world of cultivation. However, he isn't the hero of this story. As a demon that must devour human flesh to survive and the only one of his kind, he's destined to be at odds with the rest of humanity.

-Year 1937, Irish Free State, Province of Leinster, City of Dublin- It's been ten years since Arthur Webb's reincarnation, but he had no recollection of how it happened. He didn't meet God, spend time in an empty void or feel his sould leaving his body. By some unknown means, he found himself occupying the body of a baby boy. 'I've been isekaid.' He thought. However, as time passed, it became clear that there was nothing extraordinary about the world he found himself in, aside from the time period. He discovered that his birth corresponded with the advent of the great depression. An unwelcome surprise, to say the least. He resolved to be a dutiful son, not wanting to add to his parents' struggle. As a child, there wasn't much he could do to allieviate their situation. Before he knew it, his tenth birthday had come and gone. He played the cards he'd been dealt as best he could, living a peaceful, ordinary life. Sure, he was poor, but his new family was kind and he never had to go hungry. That all changed when his father, Benjamin Webb, suddenly lost his job. His relationship with Arthur's mother, Jane Webb, rapidly deteriorated. Their personal disagreements, which they'd kept under wraps on behalf of their son, finally surfaced. Their unfortunate situation escalated until Jane'd had enough. Resolved, she decided to return to her familty, The Grimms, taking Arthur with her. They were wealthy enough to care for them both, after all. However, all was not as it seemed with his new family. What Arthur had secretly been wishing for, an extraordinary life, would finally be fulfilled. To his great dismay, the results of that wish were like that of a monkey's paw, far more horrible and terrifying than he could've imagined.

'Appearing like dew, Vanishing like dew. All the world's splendor is a dream within a dream.'

Gosh, its awesome to see him (Gaston). He’s never down in the dumps! Every guy here'd love to be him (Gaston) even when taking his lumps. There's no man in town as admired as him, he's everyone's favorite guy! Everyone's awed and inspired by him and it's not very hard to see why: No one's slick as Gaston. No one's quick as Gaston. No one's neck's as incredibly thick as Gaston For there's no man in town half as manly! (perfect, a pure paragon) Ask any Tom, Dick or Stanley, and they'll tell you whose team they prefer to be on! Who plays darts like Gaston? Who breaks hearts like Gaston? Who’s much more than the sum of his parts like Gaston? As a specimen, yes, he’s intimidating; my, what a guy, that Gaston! He doesn’t need encouragement, you boneheaded fools. The only ones who need encouragement is you! (Was that too much? I say no.) No one fights like Gaston, douses lights like Gaston. In a wrestling match nobody bites like Gaston! When he hunts, he sneaks up with his quiver – beasts of the field say a prayer! First he carefully aims for the liver… then he shoots from behind! Is that fair? He doesn’t care. No one hits like Gaston, matches wits like Gaston. In a spitting match nobody spits like Gaston. (He’s especially good at expectorating!) Ten points for Gaston! When he was a lad he ate four dozen eggs every morning to help him get large. And now that he’s grown he eats five dozen eggs, so he’s roughly the size of a barge! Who has brains? Entertains? Who can make up these endless refrains like Gaston? (He uses antlers in all of his decorating!) Say it again: Who’s a man amongst men? Who’s a super success? Don’t you know? Can’t you guess? Ask his fans and his end(less) hangers-on! There’s just one guy in town who’s got all of it down! And his name’s G-A-S-T-O-N GASTON!

A melting icecap, a bubbling spring or the soft autumn rain; small trickling streams that, over many years, grow into mighty rivers. Within every man lies the call to power - it is as much a part of him as his very own blood. The foolish drink from that vital liquid, but the wise know that strength is not worth seeking. Instead, they desire that which lies beyond it. They follow the mighty river to its source. Eyes wide, they spot the glistening icecap. Ears open, they listen for the bubbling spring. Nose twitching, they smell the scent of the autumn rain. They find those small, trickling streams. They are led to the source from which strength flows. It is that which beats within the bosom of every man: a blood-red heart.

Heaven's gates are tightly shut, revealing neither divine hymn nor holy embrace to comfort lost wanderers. No oasis in the desert for the weary to rest, or to sate their hunger and thirst with the mana of the eternal kingdom. The saints are nowhere to be found; to greet and embrace their last guest. Afraid, alone, forgotten - the one left behind. A heart, weeping in darkness, asks: "Where is God?" An eternity passes. A voice answers. "To join with God? A fantastical folly. Such a thing is beyond the evil of man." A six-fingered hand grasps a frail shoulder. The beast-maw stretches wide: welcoming, reassuring. "Why prostrate in front of an impossible God? Embrace that which lies within: the devil road awaits."