Braggski

"Welcome, one and all to your last hour in the Overworld! You, unfortunately, and quite tragically have perished! But, worry yourself not my dear mortal friends! You, yes, YOU! ...Are going to get another chance at life! Rejoice for this happens all but one time during one's death! You won't get reincarnated the second time so make the best of it!" Life was not daijobu for John. Oh no, it was... far from good right now. He was just on his way home from working at a retail store when a fucking kaiju spawned out of nowhere near the city beach. I-It was a big ass squid but with the head of a truck... Sometimes, John really wondered if God was fucking with him. But, he never thought he'd actually get a chance to ask him personally. But here he is, just like countless other dead people, with no physical body except an ethereal humanoid spectre that represents his soul. Funnily enough, his below-average looks saved him from gaining Bad Karma, surprisingly. He also didn't expect reincarnation to be a thing, but boy is he glad it is! Now he gets to live out his life in his favourite anime filled with sexy women and fantastic battles! The only thing standing in his way now is this long, loooooong queue...

It is of every unaccomplished man's desire to just... have a big red button with the words RESTART on it. To be able to reverse time, to be able to right their mistakes and start again. Unfortunately, such a thing is nothing more than fantasy... not! No, you see, the world is not as cruel as one might think. It's much, much worse. Everyone gets a free restart after they expire, be it a natural or unnatural death. And yet everyone says that you only have one chance at life, why is that? Because nobody remembers their past lives, their past mistakes and therefore, they are doomed to repeat them. But, thankfully, such is not always the case. Murphy's law states, "Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong." Such is the case even on an outerversal scale. If there's a possibility for it to happen, it will happen given enough time. And so, a reincarnated man, just like an uncountable number of other people presses the big red button to have another chance at life. But his journey doesn't begin in his world, but in another one. A world filled with magic and beauty so unlike his own... if he remembered it. ₁ ₀ ⁶₃₀⁸₃⁹⁷ ⁴₃₀Or so⁷⁹⁷ would you₀₂think⁶₃₂₀⁶ ⁸⁹⁷₁ "Sometimes... I get this weird feeling that something isn't quite right. Nothing is wrong, but it certainly doesn't feel like it... Sometimes, I see these flashes... Flashes of a place... A world so... so STRANGE it doesn't make any sense! I don't want to live like this! To fight for nothing! It feels like I'm losing my identity. And I can't help but wonder... Have I gone insane?"

"My name is Louise Françoise le Blanc de la Vallière. Pentagon of the five elemental power. Heed my summoning... My servant that existed somewhere in this vast universe, my divine, beautiful, wise, powerful servant, heed my call... I wish from the very bottom of my heart and add to my guidance and appear!" Actions speak louder than words. However, in rare instances, the words of one individual hold enough power to evanescently echo through the infinite chasms of all Creation. The universe is big. It's vast and complicated and ridiculous. And sometimes, very rarely, impossible things just happen and we call them miracles. "Bird of Hermes is my name... eating my wings... to make me tame."

Okay... what in the name of the fuck is happening? Everybody is used to the concept of reincarnation/isekai/transmigration now, unless you've been living under a rock, in which case, I am terribly sorry, unga bunga chakalaka wakamaka caveman go home. The concept of a game-like system world is not a new concept, at least not to Jason. He's just a young dude trying to survive through college to get a mediocre job at a mediocre company for mediocre pay and live a mediocre life. Unfortunately, no such luck awaits him because this motherfucker just kicked the bucket. And not in a sense that you are familiar with. Yes, Truck-kun was certainly involved. However, being literally crushed by an orbital dropped truck is not usually how it goes. Damn Russians and their crazy-ass inventions! So, now, the dude's dead. But, now for long. You see, everyone, and I mean everyone, has a chance to win eternal paradise should they complete God's game. What kind of game is it? Well, it ain't a traditional RPG, not at all sir! It's not a card game or even a further evolution of Dance Dance Evolution. No... it is... a... Tower Defense Game... but with sexy bitches as your units. Oh and there's also like, gacha involved or something like that. "...What?"

In many religions, there is a place where the deities reside, a promised paradise for those no longer with us and, sometimes, even the polar opposite, a fiery inferno of eternal damnation. Heaven and Hell. Strangely enough, all of these religions are true to some degree. Outside the third dimension, there exists another reality, just between the 3rd and the 4th dimension. This dimension is inaccessible to the living, no material construct can exist here. It's the Land Between, the Plain of Trials, but most commonly, the Motherland of Dreams. Here, in this dimension, the lost souls of the damned travel to be judged according to their beliefs. Some face gruelling tasks, others, those who don't believe in such things, are tested in another way. It is the world's way of distinguishing those who have value from those who don't. Those that prove themselves go on to then enter their own personal heaven, an eternal paradise unique only to them. Now, Seth, much like a countless number of other people must undertake these tasks set before him by his very consciousness. Sometimes, though, he wishes he didn't like Gacha and rouge-like games so much... Dungeon Crawlers are annoying to deal with too... "At least this will be fun, gotta have some fun before eternally laying back and relaxing like an old man."

South Korea is a big country, well, not quite on the scale of let's say USA or Japan, but it is still a relative massive nation with a population of around 51 million. It's a place where many famous actors, singers and other celebrities originated from. Ever heard of k-drama and k-pop? Well if you want more of it you've come to the right place. Sadly, the country is not all rainbows and butterflies. Much like anywhere else there are thugs, gangs and other kinds of misfits just begging for a fight. And with capable fighters come exaggerated stories and legends. Some are better known than others, some are so extreme they are categorized as urban legends. But there is but one that has survived the flow of time, a legend of a man still talked about by even modern delinquents. A legend of a man who wore blood-red glasses... "Ask any guy what they wanted to be when they were little, and most of them might answer with something as simple as 'firefighter', or a 'police officer'. But, every single one of us wanted to be the strongest at least once in our lives. I'm childish, you know? I still haven't given up on this dream... So step aside already, or I'll fold you like a paper aeroplane."

"Hell is... surprisingly nice!" —Iruma Suzuki, grandson of Lord Sullivan and a so-called "Meth-Cocaine Love Child" by Lavey. Indeed, many envision hell as a barren landscape full of treacherous lava pits and beasts the likes of which the human mind cannot imagine. This is... mostly untrue! While yes, demons are very much real! HOWEVER! Be afraid not, my fleshy, human friends for the demons in this depiction of hell are a far cry from the likes of Devilman Crybaby and Dante's Inferno! Oh no, these demons are way too... fun, to be that evil! Enter one of the noble demon families, the evil Hellsing Clan! Well, evil is just an honourary title so just roll with it, okay? Ahem, DUN-DUN-DUUUUUUN! An aristocratic family that has a history stained in the blood of other demons. A far cry from heroes but nothing short of extraordinary devils! It is here where our somewhat lonely protagonist lives, a family full of people with high expectations of him. No pressure, nope! None at all... Hang in there, Lavey-kun, and welcome to your new demon school!

Where do we come from? What are we? Where are we going? Such pragmatic questions these three are, the answer can never truly be agreed upon, can it? It's always something different, there's always a disagreement, always a... conflict. It's almost like it's in human nature to feed the fire, to instil conflict between one another. But that couldn't possibly be true, could it? Bah! Of course, it fucking could! Take a look at the history! The wars, the famines, and every little piece of human history is riddled with conflict. Be it small, like Ford vs Ferrari, or large, like World War 1 and 2. Why? Who fucking cares?! It's a wild, wild universe. Being competitive and staying on top does, by technicality, benefit one's civilisation greatly. Alternatively, it can kill them very, very quickly. So who knows?! Maybe the truth to multi-dimensional transcendence is being a three hugger... but armed with an AK-47! Ah, who am I to judge? I love these squishy little pricks way too much. You know, being this whole "Architect" or whatever the fuck my job is supposed to be ain't easy! I'm supposed to be unbiased and ruthless, or something like that. But I can't fucking do that... They have bunk beds! It's a bed... but with a ladder! How cool is that?! ...What? I can't base a species' survival based off of one silly invention? Watch me! And even if I can't directly intervene all the time, I can at least give a helping hand, no? "I'm the shadow in your peripheral vision. A fleeting memory of a nonexistent entity. I'm the man on the stair who wasn't really there. I am hellfire. I am holy water. But to you, I am what you make me. An ally? An enemy? Toss a coin, see what fate the universe has in store for you."

Remnant is... a wild place, to say the least. You have Creatures of Grimm, evil motherfuckers that eat people and are attracted to negative emotions. Then, you have Huntsmen and Huntresses, basically the world's equivalent of heroes or monster hunters. They use these big ass weapons that are almost, 99,9% of the time also a gun. Enter Evans Brimir, a simple man of simple, although perverted needs. Well, it's not really his fault, at least not 100%. You see, my boy Evans here has a semblance. Semblances are a more unique manifestation of Aura that grants people powers. E-Essentially... Evans has a system. Unsurprising I know, but, the nature of his system is... special. He doesn't level up, well, he does, but in a very perverted way. The more sex he has, the more upgrade points he receives. ...Yeah, this is that kind of book. Enjoy~

There's so much for people to do when interstellar travel opens up to them. Explore new places, discover new alien species, colonize other worlds. The list goes on and on, yet there's a particular breed of stupid retards that don't give a rat's ass about any of these things. No... these people are maniacs on wheels. Psychopaths from distant worlds looking to make big bucks by racing against other people in highly modified, extremely dangerous but most of all... ludicrously fast cars. They are referred to by many names, yet they hardly give a rat's ass about the public opinion or law. They are speed lovers, maniacs on wheels and nitro addicts. But none compare to a man that can't live outside the fast lane. With a mechanic that is in love with cars herself and skills behind the wheel unlike any other, don't put it past Shelby Mustang to participate in one of the biggest races yet... The Redline. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Consider this a crossover between Initial D, Tailenders and Redline.

The oceans have risen, cities have fallen and entire nations were lit ablaze in the oncoming storm of highly advanced naval machines, warships of unprecedented technological prowess capable of wiping out humanity en masse. The oceans have become dead zones where all who venture never return. The Fleet of Fog spares no man, woman or child. All those attempting to cross the open sea are terminated. But their technology is far from perfect. They lack innovation. Their motives are simplistic at best, following a single principle, a single line of code implemented into their humanoid mental models. The Admirality Code dictates their every decision, yet, it does so with a seemingly ulterior motive. The Fleet of Fog are machines, built for war. But... what kind of war is there to be fought? Their questions would forever go unanswered, were it not for a logistics error in one of the newest destroyer models. The core was built without a directive from the Admirality Code, giving the "person" full control of their actions. This mental model, once a destroyer without enough processing power to so much as create a humanoid automaton, chose to unravel the secrets that lie behind the veil of fog. To see the fables untold, hidden behind a veneer of thick mist... "To boldly go where no man has gone before."

Humans have long since abandoned their homeland of Earth and ventured out into space to create a large, perpetually expanding city of technological marvels. However, the controls to the city's mainframe called NetSphere were tightly bound to humans with the Net Terminal Gene, and at some point, a long, long time ago, a pandemic swept through the city. It mutated the gene to be unusable in controlling the city's mainframe, and soon, the Safeguards, robotic lifeforms built to keep the residents safe deemed the humans as illegal residents. "My story begins long before that... it begins even before the first floor of the city was built... My name is ████, and I am a █████. I am... not of this world... I was... born... to █████. But now... after ████████ years, there is... nothing for me to do. I... don't want to die. I want to live. But... I don't know what I want to live for..."

A long, long time ago, sentient and highly intelligent creatures lived on this once greener planet. They built, they conquered and they advanced. They were called "humans". Their technology had reached a point that it could predict large and small astrological events with pinpoint accuracy, however, the machines... withheld the truth. And, quite soon, six meteorites hit the planet Earth, creating six distinct moons and erasing 99% of the planet's landmass. Only one island was left in the destruction's wake. Now, 41,455 years later, strange, lustrous beings inhabit the island. Their bodies have simple yet fascinating anatomy. They... are made up of gemstones. Immortal. Unchanging and irreplaceable. But, they are not safe. Mysterious creatures called "Lunarians" often attack them. They come from the moon, a place where should one of these Lustrous find themselves in... there is no salvation. Such is the fate of those who exist forevermore... —————————————————————— [In this book, the other Gems excluding the MC are female.]

A battleship that brought fear and despair with just the mention of its name. A pride of a nation, a beast made of steel. A sign of power, a show of force. First built by Germans in 1939 as the flagship of the Kriegsmarine. Built to annihilate any opposition, sink any adversary and spread terror across the seven seas. The rightful owner of the throne, the king of the ocean... Bismarck... A war machine with a reputation that precedes its fierce power. But the throne now lays in lonely silence, awaiting the king's return. Many ships have come and gone to sink the defector, but all failed. His guns have not gone silent just yet...