Quick Transmigration: Goddess Of My Imagination - Chapter 173: Elenas Lesson in the Bathroom

Birth of the Biomancer:Mio was the worst healer in Tokyo. F-grade, dead weight—her party kept her around out of pity until they did the math and left her bleeding in a ruined cathedral.Something ancient was waiting there. It offered her a Class that devours its hosts—a path of power that claimed the lives of the three Biomancers who came before her. Mio said yes anyway. She’d already felt the sting of a slow death; what was one more monster in her veins?Now pain is currency, death is fuel, and the hunger grows with every kill. The Bureau wants a weapon. Her sister wants her home for dinner. Mio agreed to both.In a world of Systems and Dungeons, power isn't a gift; it's a trade. And Mio is finally ready to pay the price.════════════════════What This Is:[1] This is a progression fantasy with system elements, but the system serves the story, not the other way around. Expect meaningful numbers, not stat spam.[2] Romance is not the focus. Mio has bigger problems. But expect a slow-burn later down the line![3] The story gets dark, but it's earned. No grimdark for shock value.

[Crossover Fic]It was a silent night when a falling star broke through the sky of Westeros and collided in the Stormlands, alerting the Lords of the Realm, including King Jaehaerys Targaryen.Nobody knows where the star came from or what it brought, as the crater was empty when it cleared out. While Prince Aemon Targaryen, King Jaehaerys's son, dismissed it, the Conciliator was skeptical of the event.And his skepticism was not unwarranted, as nobody knew of the viciousness that was brought upon the Realm....No....the world.Drakken, a man from another world, rose from the star-dust and flames after the collision, lurking about the Realm with a terrifying power brought from where he came from. The people of the Realm were not ready for what was to come.

At the far north of the Atherno Continent, in an unknown village, Kyrian was born as a mere mortal. Weak, insignificant, and destined for oblivion.But he was anything but ordinary. Upon opening his eyes for the first time, they revealed an absolute white eyes without pupils or irises… and with them, an inexplicable innate talent.The ability to see what no one else could.His eyes didn’t just see the particles of spiritual energy, they could steal them. And more than that.Whether intentions, laws, concepts… everything before his vision could be taken by his eyes.When he stole his first Sword Intention, his eyes awakened to the path of the blade. Upon taking the Intention of Ice, another ocular pair was born.With every new stolen intention, his eyes changed, and new ones appeared.Kyrian does not hide them from the world, no, heeding his mother’s last wishes. He uses his gift without fear, with only one goal.To become strong by any means.

What would you say is the most valuable thing in this world?