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In one of the various universes, Harry Evans finds himself in trouble. An accident at the Quidditch World Cup leads him to the forest and rescue a pair of damsels in distress. Curse his Gryffindor tendency, his meddling costs him his life. But can you call it death when you wake up a new person with a different set of memories? --- This fiction is based on an Alternate Universe. Expect different concepts and interpretations, deviations, and character's non-canon behaviours.

Soul Society is a place known to cater to the souls of the dead. Various beliefs teach everyone to do good so they can end up in heaven, but Soul Society is anything but heaven-like. Governed by the Shinigami, who possess human desires, ugly things happen in Soul Society. Kurosaki Ichigo is a young man who is forced to become a Shinigami by the situation and remains one to save his friend. In a battle that almost costs his life, a small part of his dormant soul awakens. He is born anew. With a past that is riddled with death, he bears great displeasure toward how the Shinigami rule over Soul Society. Armed with the knowledge to reach his full potential and beyond, he is determined to change the world. How will Soul Society react to his goal? Will he remain a fearsome ally or a domineering foe?

He doesn't conform to the norms set by the society. He is blunt, does whatever he wants, and cares little about his surroundings. He values little of emotions. He uses people instead of befriending them. People call him by many names. The last addition to those names is misogynist. With so many people against him just because he perceives the world as it is, how will he live in the world where being realistic is a must and feelings matter the least? Will he feel his previous world better or will he feel at home? Whichever it is, he has to spill a lot of blood.

In this world, human are in peril. 72 Obelisks suddenly appeared out of nowhere, infecting the world with Monsters. Amongst this chaos, people look for hope. A man named Basil Pacifer is the humanity's hope. He is the strongest Mage alive at that point. Sadly, he believes in no man, and he always moves alone. ... Basil observes the unfolding scene bitterly. He is aware of his impending doom, however he has no grudge. He has lived long enough to achieve things people can only dream about. Looking back to his past, he realized his life is nothing more than a sad story. Closing his eyes, he accepted his end — or so he thought. ... "Look at me! What do you see?" "Regrets." "Don't you want to undo it?" "Tell me what the offer is." Thus, Basil Pacifer returned to the past, being his younger self once again. Of course, he returned back with something. ... [Ding!] [Guide to Omniscience is successfully merged with The Chosen One] [Analyzing The Chosen One's mental capability...] [Analyzation Complete!] [Result: The Chosen One is retarded] [Initiate Brain Configuration!] No matter how useless the golden finger he received seems, he will reach a higher height than his last life. This time, he will completely erase any regrets he has! --- Disclaimer: I'm too broke to make my own Cover. Therefore, I'm borrowing the masterpiece of AnatoFinnstark from DeviantArt (title: The Cold of Eternity).

Hikigaya Hachiman always considers himself to be different from others because of how he views the world. He professes to be a genuine person as he doesn't hide behind a mask. Deep down, of course, he knows he is just afraid to form a meaningful relationship; traumatized by what happened to him and unable to move on. What will happen if Hikigaya Hachiman truly turns into something else that makes him different from others? How will he view the world now that he is not something he used to be? Can he accept himself? How will his change affect the people around him? "So... I am a Vampire now?" --- Disclaimer: Yahari Ore no Seishun Rabukome wa Machigatteiru belongs to Wataru Watari. I am just a mere fan who can't help exploring the possible scenarios that each character could face and how they will react.

Layland Kleinhaus (17) suffers from hypogonadism that makes him less "manly" on top of having a girly face. He is bullied because of it, but he always remains strong ... At least, until he can't bear the betrayals and sufferings anymore. Filled with rage, indignation, and the lust for blood, he decided to end the life of his tormentors along with the bystanders before taking his own life. Alas, in the middle of his deed, a mysterious being intervenes the act by summoning him and the rest of the bastards he is killing to another world. He curses his bad luck for not being able to fulfill his revenge because of it, but much to his surprise, there is something much better than having his revenge waiting for him. "Layland... Be a Demon King." Thus, his journey of becoming the unparalleled Demon King begins. --- Those who know me are already in the know of my "condition"—minor dyslexia. So, if you find any misspell or 'wtf does this even mean' words, I hope you can pardon me from the insult, and notify me instead. --- Disclaimer: The picture in the cover is originally titled "Final Judgement," which is posted on DeviantArt by CREADFECTUS.

Before reading the synopsis, I will warn you in advance. This fic has NO NTR. However, for you, who think that having your BIOLOGICAL SISTER raped is NTR, not TRAGEDY, this won't be your cup of tea. Also, the TRAGEDY — which many people like to call NTR, despite not being one — only happens in the Prologue — the MC's past life. What can I say? A great hero needs a tragic background! This fic is made to be light-hearted. MC will get the girls, and many surprises later. --- In my life, I have been taught that the world is only one. I believe that. The logic behind that notion is sound. Upon growing up, some people say there is a parallel universe, where many things we don't think exist exist. I have always brushed the notion off, and laughed it off. However, upon dying myself, I get to know that the notion is ridiculously true. ... "Ugghh! Who is the imbecile that ran over me?!" "Oh, my God! I'm sorry. Are you okay, kid?" "What do you think?" "You look ... fine?" I was so outraged that I passed out. Later, when I woke up at the hospital, the lady who had run over me was by the side of my bed. Finding her somehow familiar, I asked her name. She answered simply, "Hiratsuka Shizuka." I was confused. The lady was confused. The Four Dimensional Beings got confused. What the fuck just happened?! --- This fiction is made when I need escape from my premium novel—visit my profile and boost the viewer count! Therefore, the update will not be stable. I can't guarantee a beautiful plot either. I have warned you. Disclaimer: Cover doesn't belong to me. I wish I could draw, but reality is harsh.

I can't choose when I will born. I can't choose the one who will give birth to me. I am fully aware of it. But, why? Why it has to be me of all the people? Can't I just get a normal and happy life like the other? I envy them, I envy you, I envy everyone. Don't show me that smiling faces! Don't let me hear your happy laughs! Don't brag about how good your relationship with your family! "I hate myself!" I screamed, no one heard me. I talked, no one listened to me. I cried for help, no one noticed me. ——— "This choice might change your entire life. Are you sure about this?" "So what? Do you think I will care about that?" "Your life's still long. I know how frustrated you are, but you can't just throw everything aside—" "I know what you want to say. But... Don't talk as if you have had it before!" The talk was unfolding in a room that was filled by two chairs and a small desk. The room has only one door and a big square mirror in front of the desk. A boy with disheveled hair and ragged cloth, sitting on the chair while looking sharply at a man in front of him. His body was supported by his hands on the table. His hands were trembling, but not because of what he just said. It's because what he had been through. "Life, is just too much for me." And so, rain pouring down from his eyes. Mom! —was the only word he thought at the moment.