"Time's up~ Your soul belongs to me now."

"You definitely ARE a demon!"

After crossing into this twisted world, Yu Jin awakens a sinister power: Soul Contracts.

Fulfill a mortal's desperate pact → claim their soul fragments

Forge weapons from anguish → mend his decaying body

Stack enough sins → ignite purgatory's flames

His quest for eternity cuts through:

☠️ Wailing Shades | 🧙 Blood Mages | 🩸 Elder Vampires

🐺 Lycan Kings | 🗿 Living Colossi | 🐉 Leviathan's Brood

They call him "Ember" — the damned who should've burned in hell...

Now even demons scream when his contracts glow crimson.

(Tags: Reincarnation • Adventure • Sword & Sorcery • Party Antics • Daily Triple Updates!)

Some get reborn as nobles. Others wake up as eagle-men or destined saviors of witches…

Erik? He transmigrated straight into a kidnapped child’s shoes.

Luckily, fate tossed him a bone—a legendary ranger wandered into his backwater village.

Now, Erik’s trading mountain life for a world of:

✨ "Borrowing" (read: swindling) magic from grumpy witches

✨ Teasing the stoic female knight until her armor cracks (emotionally)

✨ Loot-driven dungeon dives and dragon-slaying shenanigans

Watch as this ex-kidnap victim levels up, gorges on loot, and accidentally becomes a hero—

…between thrice-daily cliffhangers, of course.

GOOD NEWS: You've been isekai'd!

BAD NEWS: It's the Warhammer world.

GOOD NEWS: It's Warhammer Fantasy, not 40K!

BAD NEWS: You're in Reikland, Sigmar's Empire.

GOOD NEWS: Soul transmigration (not naked isekai)!

BAD NEWS: No cheat skills or golden fingers.

GOOD NEWS: Your village has no Beastmen herds nearby!

BAD NEWS: Too late to back out now—whoosh!—welcome to your new life.

(Tags: No-System Survival | Grimdark Comedy | Average Joe in Fantasy-Hell | The Empire's Worst Luck)

[First-time author here—fair warning, the opening’s rough, but it gets better!]

After accidentally transmigrating into the grimdark universe of Warhammer 40K, Lin Fan discovers he possesses an uncanny ability. Under its influence:

The Necrons, slayers of the Old Ones and extinguishers of stars, find themselves powerless against him—dubbing him "The Subjective One."

Slaanesh writhes in frustration, unable to corrupt him.

Tzeentch, seeing Lin Fan as an existential threat, weaves endless schemes to save itself from annihilation.

On the eve of Abaddon the Despoiler’s 13th Black Crusade, the galaxy burns with unrelenting war. Amidst escalating battles and unbearable casualties, Lin Fan realizes... (to be continued)

The Naruto saga's finale revealed it was all just the Ōtsutsuki clan's family drama! But what about a protagonist who's none of it—no Uchiha blood, no Senju legacy, not even a Hyūga or Uzumaki? Not even from Konoha!

Meet our hero: a true native shinobi of the elemental nations, whose path veers wildly off script due to mysterious twists of fate. Armed with Sunagakure's puppet arts, he carves his own legend into this fractured world.

Watch as sandstorm puppetry meets cosmic intrigue, and a nobody from the shadows steals the spotlight. The Ōtsutsuki war for the heavens? Pfft. This is the rise of the forgotten.

Tang Yan, the Puppet Master of Sunagakure, awakens the legacy of the Tang Sect and wields the [Myriad Heavenly Craft Box]!

Starting out by crafting puppets, he instantly annihilates a Chunin, leaving Maki stunned!

Tang Sect Mechanisms + Ninjutsu Puppetry = ?

Witness the fusion of puppetry engineering and the art of slaughter!

Hidden weapons like the "Peacock Feather" and "Dragon Whisker Needles" reappear in the ninja world—one strike, certain death!

"Buddha’s Wrath: Tang Lotus"—are you sure you can survive it?

On the battlefield, he is the "Director", a master of schemes. With a flick of his fingers, mighty foes turn to dust.

Rising from Sunagakure, he shakes the ninja world, aiming straight for the pinnacle of power!

Reborn in the Naruto World… But Not in Konoha?!

Instead of landing in the protagonist-rich Leaf Village, I woke up in Sunagakure—the broke, sand-blasted underdog of the Five Great Nations.

Luckily, fate tossed me a bone: I became the grandson of Chiyo, the Sand’s legendary elder, and the older brother of the Red Sand’s most infamous prodigy—Sasori of the Red Sand.

(Or should I say… ‘Scorpion of the Crimson Sands’? Because in this life, they call me ‘Venom of the Crimson Sands’—the one who opened this era’s chaos by slaying the Third Kazekage.)

Puppetry? Poison? Please. I’ll show you what true terror looks like when you mix Suna’s forbidden arts with the knowledge of a transmigrator.

The Akatsuki wants weapons? The Otsutsuki want pawns? Too bad. This sandstorm bows to no one.

"The universe has died countless times.

Each cycle, Chaos devours all, the Warp sunders reality, and the Tyranids consume the stars. Humanity—whether the Imperium, the Aeldari, the T’au, or any other race—meets the same inevitable end. The law of entropy hangs like a blade over every civilization, and every rebirth is but a replay of the same despair.

Until…

An anomaly emerges—one that should not exist.

He is no mortal, but a forgotten Warp deity of the 40k universe, an "Outlier" who has spent endless cycles seeking salvation. As the final collapse approaches, he forges an unholy alliance with the God-Emperor, Belisarius Cawl, and… something older than the Dark Gods themselves.

Now, armed with forbidden Imperial technology, the secrets of the Omnissiah, and the whispers of a dead universe, he will defy fate itself.

Even if it means burning the galaxy to ashes.

Even if he must become something worse than the Ruinous Powers.

This time… there will be no next cycle."

[Warhammer + Fanfic + Alternate Lore + Comedy + System]

College student Yan Yue transmigrated into the body of a Space Marine Centurion—only to discover he’s now leading the last remnants of the Luna Wolves, a legion trapped in the Warp for 10,000 years.

When their battle barge escapes the ruins of Cadia, Yan Yue and his ancient Long War veterans emerge into a galaxy gone mad:

The Imperium is rotting with corruption,

The Inquisition wants them dead,

And his "Loyalty Meter" System keeps pinging: "Bro, maybe don’t mention you served Horus?"

Armed with pre-heresy drip, two layers of PTSD, and a darkly hilarious misunderstanding aura, this accidental warlord must either:

✓ Redeem his legion’s name,

✓ Conquer the Throneworld for giggles, or

✓ Die spectacularly when the Black Templars find him.

The Emperor’s finest? More like… the galaxy’s worst book club.