The Dark Magician Transmigrates After 66666 Years - Chapter 135: Greed (2)

worlds and transform into the ultimate badass! I'm aiming for 1,000 chapters by the end of next year!! Join me on this journey!Meet Alex, a 28-year-old loser and internet troll who spent his life glued to his PC, binging anime, games, and movies. His story comes to an abrupt end… or so he thinks. Instead of a peaceful afterlife, Alex wakes up in the Fantasy Realm, a chaotic universe where different fictional worlds collide, and survival is anything but guaranteed.This fanfiction is inspired by Terror Infinity, Reincarnation Paradise, and The Ultimate Evolution.Explore Iconic Worlds: Dive into your favorite fictional universes like One Piece, Hunter x Hunter, Naruto, Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, Mass Effect, and more!A Unique Cast of Characters: Follow a small but very diverse cast with unique abilities that set them apart from others. Expect a small, growing harem where every member is meaningful! No “trophy” waifus here. Each character remains integral to the story.A Relatable MC: Meet a realistic, flawed, and fast-growing main character who faces relentless trials to survive. Will he sacrifice his morals for survival? The Thrill of Progression: Experience the thrill of getting stronger, mastering new skills, and surviving deadly missions and battles. Watch how the main character collects rare and powerful items, each with unique strengths, weaknesses, and requirements.For those interested in the specific worlds. Warning Spoiler:First arc: One PieceSecond arc: Final Fantasy 9Third arc: The PurgeFourth arc: HxHCurrent arc: Harry PotterConfirmed arcs: One Piece (revisited), Naruto, Harry Potter (revisited), HxH (revisited), Star Wars, Mass effect, LotR, PotC, Stargate

Lucian Bowcott only wanted a quiet life. He met up with old friends, made a wish, and died after one drink.Now, he awakens inside a coffin—summoned by the Half-Dead Queen of Atraeum and surrounded by restless souls.Armed with the Death Grimoire, Lucian must embalm corpses, repair brittle bones, and help the dead find peace… before something ancient finds him.As his powers grow, so do the whispers in the dark. If he wants to survive, Lucian must unravel the Queen’s grief, discover why a mortician hasn’t been summoned in over a century, and confront the entities haunting his every step.A/N: It doesn't deal with dungeons, Lucian's system is a magical book, and he slowly unlocks powers to help him with his next assignment. He travels to different places around Atraeum, and in the future, another kingdom.This is a character-driven gothic isekai about an introvert learning that sometimes, peace is more than just embalming a body and preparing it for a funeral. He's more of an undead therapist now

The world has changed into something like a game.

It resembles a survival virtual reality game where people were attacked by zombies and monsters.

And I was the last user of that game.

They say opposite attracts, that's a lie. Opposites kill each other!When a hot blood meets another hot blood, things are bound to get burnt.That is exactly what happens when the pompous and prideful elven princess, Neriah of the Avelah Kingdom is forced to marry the brash dragon Prince, Barak of the Trago Kingdom.Neriah's goal is to someday break away from her marriage and run away with the love of her life, Lyle of the Niles. While Barak will do everything to keep her as a wife.Neriah is certain she's in love with another, but she's also certain that no one can ignite the kind of passion her husband brings. Her husband who she hates more than anything.Can the flames of passion be drawn from hate? Can that same passion burn down the walls of lies, betrayal, and hurt? Can its ashes transcend into love?Excerpt“I am a rose, a beautiful flower, delicate and precious! But you my dear sir are nothing but the thorny stem! Prickly, dangerous and very harmful!” ranted Neriah while poking his chest with her index finger.“Well you seem to forget one important detail, my love.” He calmly grabbed her poking hand.“And what would that be, my fine sir?”“That the thorny stem and the rose grow together. The delicate rose and the prickly thorn, they belong together my dear.”“You—”“And no amount of ranting and raging will change that. You think I want to keep a witch like you? You are a pain in the neck. If I am a thorn then you are a piece of fish bone stuck inside my neck. I cannot swallow and I can not spit it out! I just have to bear it!”“You insolent bastard! Do you mean to say I am a burden!”“Well you are no precious prize, are you?”And that was it, she threw herself at him with her claws ready to mar his face, but he was quicker and he caught both her hands with one of his own and pressed her heaving chest upon his. Golden eyes stared deep into hers. They were as green as the fresh leaves on an orange tree.His fingers caressed her face, “You might not be a precious prize, but by the heavens, you are mine.” And his lips fell on hers, and once again, another argument was drowned.