I'm in Senior Year, and the System Says I'm Going on a Blind Date with My Childhood Sweetheart

On his sixteenth birthday, Adam Varen got the Bazaar. A system that sells abilities, drops you into random worlds, and doesn't care if you come back. Everyone gets the same deal. But Adam has something nobody else does: he remembers his past life. Every anime. Every movie. Every world the Bazaar is about to throw him into. He knows how they end. He knows who dies and why. He knows exactly which powers to buy and which worlds to fear. The knowledge is an edge. It is not a guarantee. Because the worlds aren't stories anymore. They hit back. The people in them are real, and the plot doesn't wait for him to be ready. One wrong call and the Bazaar doesn't send a rescue team. It just stops paying out. Twenty-five years ago, something came through from the other side. It killed three hundred thousand people in a week. Humanity built academies, trained Explorers, and started fighting back. Adam is one of them — but he's playing a longer game than anyone knows. That part costs blood. Updates daily. No harem. Smart MC who bleeds. [Tags: Reincarnation, Multiverse, System, Progression Fantasy, Fanfiction, Solo Leveling-adjacent, No Harem, Smart MC, Dark]

Apocalypse descended, and humans were given a game-like system to defend themselves. At the age of 18, every teenager underwent an awakening ceremony—a chance to gain a class and access the First Sanctuary, where lives became currency and power was earned through blood. Moon appeared to be a failure. Branded as a Null during his awakening ceremony, he was abandoned by his girlfriend and cast aside by society as worthless and powerless. But fate had other plans. Moon awakened not one, but two unprecedented abilities that defied the world's understanding. ...... [Talent: Grim Reaper - Gain 5x lives from every kill] [Class: Classless - Whilst everyone is tied to a class from their birth, you are free from the restrictions of the system. You are able to learn any skill from any class based on your comprehension or from fruitful encounters.] ...... With the power to master any class and a talent that turned every kill into exponential strength, Moon set out from the bottom to prove the world wrong. In the First Sanctuary, where only the strongest survive, Moon would carve his path with blood and determination. Ascending from a worthless null to an existence beyond legend. Tags: #Awakening #Evolution Discord: https://discord.gg/bjNJ3V8wDV

WARNING: ITS A 18+ BOOK Heena stretched on the warm sand, sipping coconut water. Finally, peace. No scheming heroines, no brooding male leads—just her and the ocean. “HEENA! MOTHER! I FOUND YOU!” Her eye twitched. Not now. Floating above the beach was a golden lion with sparkling wings. “System 547,” she said, gritting her teeth. “I’m on vacation.” “But the worlds are collapsing! Male leads are going crazy! Villainesses are dying! White lotus heroines are ruining everything!” “Not my problem.” “You’re the Black Lotus! Only you can fix this!” “Exactly why I deserve a vacation.” “No rules! Slap them, seduce them, team up with the villainess—anything!” Heena sipped her coconut. “If I say yes, triple points, rare items from every world, and six months vacation after.” “Done! Anything!” the lion shouted, tail wagging. Heena stood, brushing sand off. “Fine. Show me these broken male leads.” Her smirk was dangerous. . . . The portal threw Heena onto cold marble floors. Her head spun as чуж memories flooded in. Empress Celeste Ravencourt. Five husbands. A dying empire. “Great,” Heena muttered. “I’m the villain.” A tiny golden lion appeared beside her. “Welcome to World 12! You’re married to five powerful men who all hate you. They’re meeting tonight to poison you and crown the heroine instead.” “Let me guess,” Heena sighed. “White lotus?” “Lady Seraphina. Sweet, kind, system-backed. They’re all in love with her.” Heena rubbed her temples. The body was weak, starved, exhausted. No wonder Celeste died so easily. “Fine,” she said, pulling off the heavy jewelry. “That empress is dead. I’m not.” She chose a simple dark dress, tied her hair up, and met her reflection. The sadness vanished. Confidence took its place. At dinner, five men waited—cold, powerful, deadly handsome. Warriors, priests, generals, spies. Every one of them wanted her gone. Wine was poured into her glass. Poisoned. Obvious. They watched her closely. Heena lifted the glass, smiling lightly. “To new beginnings.” She drank it all. The silence cracked. Nothing happened. Their faces changed—shock, fear, disbelief. Heena leaned back, calm and smiling. “Now,” she said softly, “which one of you thought killing me would be that easy?” AUTHORS NOTE: Thank you so much for all the support! I love writing for all of you, but balancing work and writing is quite challenging. If you want me to keep updating consistently, your support really helps. Castle: 10 extra chapters per week Gacha: 20 extra chapters per week Thank you for reading and supporting my story!

In the interstellar age, Zhao Chen transmigrates into the body of a fallen noble young master. What greets him is not power, glory, or wealth—but a ruined territory, scarce resources, and a pile of broken-down starships. No Stargate in the territory? Then build one. No fleet to defend his land? Then forge one from scratch. Interstellar Frigates, Stellar Destroyers, Stellar Cruisers—whatever is needed, Zhao Chen will create it himself. On the battlefield, carrier starships unleash endless drone swarms like a storm of steel, while the heavy artillery of interstellar battleships proves one simple truth: Firepower is justice. While the empire proudly unveils its newly developed T5 starships, Zhao Chen only laughs. Sorry—his entire fleet is already T5. In Zhao Chen’s world, there is no problem that starships cannot solve. And if one fleet is not enough— Then send two more.

Abandoned on the battlefield, all he could do was endure the hellish life. He had no family to rely on, as they had turned their backs on him. A soul from the battlefield, Lucavion Thorne. But apparently, he was a lot more than a mere soldier, as fate had many things stored for him. A soul from Earth....When they merged, he realized. He was a one-chapter villain whose sole purpose was to serve as a background setting for the protagonist's tragedy. But was he truly a one-chapter villain, or did fate still have some tricks up its sleeve? Watch the story of Lucavion Thorne as he finds the purpose behind his transmigration and discovers his own fate. ---------- One or two chapters daily. Chapter Length 1500-2000 You can check my discord if you want. You will be able to see the illustrations here and engage in a conversation with me if I am available. https://discord.gg/qRknX5hTur ---------------------------0------------------------------ Business E-mail: [email protected] Discord: _yty_

They call him Ghost. A name whispered across battlefields, criminal syndicates, intelligence networks, and the darkest corners of the underworld. For seventeen years, war was the only home he knew. Then, after another flawless mission, his commander gives him an order more terrifying than any battlefield ever could. Retire. Go home. Live a normal life. At twenty-two, Ghost disappears. And Miles Sterling returns. Armed with an old letter and fragments of childhood memories, Miles travels to Star Harbor searching for the family he lost seventeen years ago. He expects answers. Instead, he finds a mother who never stopped mourning him, younger siblings who don't know they have an older brother, and a world where guns, knives, and killing intent are considerably less useful than figuring out how to be someone's son again. But Miles didn't survive seventeen years in the shadows by being ordinary. Behind the quiet young man covered in scars lies Ghost, one of the world's deadliest mercenaries. Behind Ghost lies something even fewer people know. A billionaire who built his fortune from the shadows. And behind even that... There are identities Miles buried long ago. As he tries to build the peaceful life stolen from him, the past begins finding its way back. Old enemies emerge. Forgotten names return. Powerful families recognize him. Governments know more than they should. And secrets surrounding his father's death and his own disappearance slowly begin to surface. The problem is, Miles no longer has only himself to protect. He has a mother. Two Cute little siblings. A small family. And eventually, people he would burn the world down to keep safe. Miles Sterling retired because he was tired of war. Unfortunately for everyone standing in his way... Ghost never forgot how to fight.

Fifty years ago, the Abyss appeared in the world, and the world was never the same. From the Abyss emerged Magical Beasts with unimaginable strength and power that sought to prey on humans and destroy the human race. Yet, alongside the Abyss was a power to awaken a magical occupation that grants its bearers magical abilities, enabling them to fight back. Now, awakened humans with magical abilities are tasked with venturing deep into the Abyss to destroy it once and for all. But there is more to the Abyss than humanity knew. … … Thoren Starfall has been plagued by disease since his childhood. To save him from the Mana-Eating Worm, his parents took a high-interest loan when he was close to dying. When Thoren Starfall recovered from the disease, he awakened the weakest occupation: a Necromancer. As an Awakener, it is compulsory for him to venture into the Abyss, but with a useless occupation, his fate is already decided. Having lost their first daughter to the Abyss, the Starfall family fell into despair. Thoren, however, is different. While everyone calls his occupation useless, he believes otherwise. Hidden beneath his weak occupation lies an Ex-Rank talent, one that even he doesn’t fully understand. But first, he must venture into the Abyss and return in less than 14 days to protect his parents from becoming slaves.

This is a work of fan fiction. All rights belong to its original author. Su Yan transmigrates into Douluo Continent with a cheat — a chat group that summons female Douluo characters! With the Nine Yang Divine Skill, Six Meridian Sword and Lingbo Steps, he’s unstoppable. Bibi Dong fumes, Qian Renxue mocks, and beauties like Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong fall for him. As the chat group grows, so does his irresistible Douluo harem. Crossovers: BTTH × Douluo Dalu × A Record of a Mortal’s Journey × More! Genre: Action | Martial-Arts | Fantasy | System | Harem | Adventure Read 1125+ Chapters and exclusive Patreon-only content here: patreon.com/RinBlaze – Join for just $20/month and unlock early access!

Reborn as Drogon, the mighty black dragon in Game of Thrones, the protagonist soon discovers an unexpected problem— Daenerys can hear his inner thoughts. Drogon: “These two silly dragons really need proper training. If they keep dying so easily, it’ll be a disgrace to our entire dragon race.” Daenerys: “Jhiqi, don’t feed Rhaegal and Viserion separately anymore. Let them fight for their food…just don’t let them kill each other!” Tyrion Lannister: “Oh my dragon queen…” Drogon: “The Imp is perfectly capable of being the Hand of the King.” Daenerys: “Tyrion, I appoint you as my Hand.” Tyrion: “But… I’m a Lannister.” Daenerys: “I believe in you.” Drogon: “The Queen’s been a bit temperamental these past two days… is it that time of the month?” With Drogon’s brutally honest commentary constantly leaking into Daenerys’s ears, the Mother of Dragons begins to reshape her destiny—dragons, politics, and unexpected comedy all included.

Zephyr spent his entire life trying his hardest, only to be told that he was worthless. With his eyes gone, he had long since accepted that this was all his life would ever be. But everything changed when he awakened as an SSS-Rank Esper and met Lucien. The man who became his salvation. But Lucien knew something Zephyr didn't. He was nothing more than a side character who died in the original story. ------------- ------------- Note: The cover is not mine. All credits go to the owner. If he/she wants me to remove it, just ring me up in the comment section.