There must be something wrong with me - Chapter 145 - 84: ’Strange Man Zhang’ (5.2K)_2

Carlos Valois thought dying once was enough—until he woke up as a 10-year-old in the world of “The Dark Era,” a game he'd mastered in his previous life.Born as the last heir of a fallen noble house, Carlos discovers he's destined for a tragic fate: in six years, he'll be manipulated into joining the dark forces and killed by his own childhood friend. But this time, he has the ultimate cheat code—memories of the future.While other kids play with toys, Carlos hunts for divine legacies. Using his game knowledge, he performs an ancient ritual and steals a Demigod Mark from the thousand-year Sacred Oak—a power that should have remained hidden for decades.At 15, Carlos awakens as a Death Herald with broken stats that shouldn't be possible. Most Death Heralds are fragile summoners hiding behind weak skeletons. But Carlos combines his necromancy with stolen divine abilities, creating a hybrid build that turns him into an unstoppable force......[Skeleton Warrior has successfully evolved into Purple Thornblade Skeleton Guard!][Purple Thornblade Skeleton Guard has activated Bond: Glory of the Purple Thornblades!][Twelve Purple Thornblade Guards have formed an Undead Armored Knight Legion!].....His skeleton warriors aren't cannon fodder—they're elite undead legions enhanced beyond normal limits through secret evolution paths that took thousands of players years to discover.Every “coincidental” encounter is actually Carlos farming legendary opportunities. While his sister thinks he's just a lucky genius, Carlos systematically raids every hidden treasure, secret technique, and forgotten legacy he remembers from the game. Ancient bloodlines, divine artifacts, mystical cultivation methods—if it exists, he's taking it.With his infinitely evolving undead legion, Carlos set out on a path to rewrite destiny and become the supreme Death Herald legend.

Lin Lan traveled to the world of Ultraman Zeta, and he also obtained the template of Ultraman Saiga, one of the four mysterious Olympic Games.

Just when he was about to rely on the system to fight the whole universe, he met Sister Zhou who also came through time travel, and the whole battle was live broadcasted to the original world.

Since then, no matter whether it is this world or the original world, people can’t sit still…

Zeta: Senior Saiga is the most powerful Ultra warrior in my heart!

Sailo: I can become Saiga without me! ? Then I go?

Countless netizens: “Fuck, there is a Saiga in the Zeta world!?”

“Saiga Tameow can also use the Cosmic Eudemons Fist!?”

“Wait, what happened to Noah’s hellfire?! And the power of Aurora, the legend of sparks??”

“This Saiga, something is wrong!”

- Description from novelbuddy

Ye Xuan, the youngest Martial God of the Heavenly Realm, was ambushed by the four major powers of the Heavenly Realm, resulting in the destruction of his golden body, leaving only a wisp of his martial spirit to escape to the mortal world, reincarnating into the body of a noble family's scion, Ye Xuan, in the Daxia Kingdom.With all sorts of martial arts and divine-level techniques in his possession, from that point on, Ye Xuan shook off his reputation as a waste and defied destiny. Rising step by step from the bottom, he sought revenge for his father, pursued dominance over the mythical lands, traveled the spirit martial world, and returned to the pinnacle of being a Martial God, aiming for the supreme position.Treasure, beauties? Nothing poses a problem! Geniuses, monsters? They all bow at my feet!The peak of martial arts, defying the heavens, stepping on the Heavenly Realm, becoming the supreme!

A Lovecraft- inspired darker, grittier One piece fanfic. A fanfic based on emotion and madness. A fanfic not for the faint hearted.----------------Regret. I have been drowning in it for far too long. I’ve regretted every choice I’ve made, every mistake I’ve carried, every moment of my past. I’ve regretted the present I live, the path I walk. Even my future, uncertain as it may be, has been tainted by regret.But not anymore. I refuse to live under its shadow. Yet, I know the truth—I don’t have the power to escape it completely.Am I not like a flicker of flame? So fragile, so fleeting—one puff, and I’m gone.Regret has burdened me, weighed me down to make me climb the towering wall of greatness. But I press on.It was all I could do. All I ever wanted to do.