Dreams Beyond Winterfell
POV: Jon Snow
Feats Achieved: Gain your own Territory (100 CP), Convince the Warden of the North to fund you (100 CP). 200 CP Granted, 200 CP total.
“Huh, so that’s how I get more CP!” Jon muttered as he shut the door behind him. He carried a stack of papers along with the materials he’d used to demonstrate his Stone Fusion Powder—something he had copied from the Numenoreans. Fortunately, the Valyrians had once used a similar mixture, whic...
2025-08-26 17:20:57 +0000 UTC
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The Ambition of an Eight-Year-Old
POV: Eddard Stark
Ned despised the endless scrolls and ledgers that covered every inch of his desk. Each parchment seemed to stretch on forever, a tangled web of numbers, names, and reports that demanded attention.
His father had handled it all with a grace that now seemed almost unreal—he had a way of making the dull and meticulous world of trade and governance feel alive, recalling every shipment, every complaint, every detail across t...
2025-08-26 10:00:10 +0000 UTC
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A Bastard’s awakening!
POV: Jon Snow
Arriving in front of Lord Stark’s solar, the eight-year-old boy stopped in place. His chest rose and fell as he tried to steady his breathing. Nerves crept up on him, but he forced himself to take a long, deep breath, as if that alone could calm the storm inside him.
“Calm down, Jon. This isn’t your first sales pitch. You’ve been doing this for ten years. You can handle it.” The boy repeated the words silently, his lips barely...
2025-08-25 18:00:10 +0000 UTC
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Jon Snow, the Bastard of Winterfell, was destined for a life of cold duty at the Wall. But beneath his quiet exterior lay a secret—he was a reincarnator.
In his past life, Jon wasn’t a hero, a scholar, or even a gamer. He was a career-driven white-collar worker, obsessed with climbing the corporate ladder. Endless hours of studying, working, and networking left him with little time for books, movies, or television. So when he woke up in a strange medieval world, he lacked the one ad...
2025-08-25 14:43:01 +0000 UTC
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Harry and Shizuku materialized in the middle of a forest with a faint flash of light, the system’s teleport leaving them standing among tall trees and thick undergrowth.
Around them, several familiar figures from the Phantom Troupe were already gathered, their presence heavy enough to make the atmosphere feel suffocating to anyone weaker.
Harry’s eyes swept over the group. Most of the Spiders were there, but two faces were missing. “Where are Menchi and Nobunaga?” he aske...
2025-08-25 09:28:00 +0000 UTC
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<USJ - Central Plaza>
The atmosphere at the Central Plaza was suffocating. Tsuyu and Mineta had managed to drag the badly injured Aizawa-sensei to safety, but that did little to ease the dread crushing everyone’s hearts. The students gathered at the base of the Great Stairs couldn’t tear their eyes away from the scene unfolding before them. They had witnessed everything that happened to Midoriya. From the moment they sent Iida running for help, every one of them had watched wi...
2025-08-23 10:00:16 +0000 UTC
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<USJ - Mountain Zone>
“Put your hands up, and don’t use your Quirks!” A tall, lean figure loomed over them, a skull-shaped mask hiding his face. His grip on Denki Kaminari, the electric Quirk user of Class 1-A, was unyielding, while the other hand crackled with raw electricity. “One wrong move, and I’ll kill him.”
“Kaminari-san!” Momo Yaoyorozu cried, panic breaking through her usual calm. Her hands shot into the air, trembling slightly as she obeyed.
K...
2025-08-22 13:00:17 +0000 UTC
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Killua’s voice cracked with irritation as he shouted, “What do you mean you’re going to take a nap?” He shoved his way through the thick purple mist swirling around Harry, his silver hair bristling with frustration. “We’ve got this if you join in! They don’t stand a chance against your Nen ability! So why the hell are you throwing this away?”
But the moment Killua pushed forward, the mist spat him right back out the other side. He stumbled, spun around, and glared dagger...
2025-08-22 09:05:56 +0000 UTC
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In order to finish a detailed drawing of Toru before it was his turn for the sit-ups, Izuku once again copied the powers of the Flash. The speed it granted him allowed him to work far faster than usual, which was exactly what he needed—he didn’t want to show her a rough sketch, the kind he normally produced for a first entry in his notebook. Every line, every detail had to capture her properly.
By the time his turn for the sit-ups came around, the drawing was complete. Toru—though...
2025-08-21 17:26:17 +0000 UTC
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“Midoriya-chan, are you okay? Your finger isn’t broken, right?” Tsuyu asked as they made their way out of the water and stepped onto the muddy edge of the Flood Zone. Her round eyes blinked with quiet concern.
Izuku flexed his finger a little and winced. “No, I don’t think so. It hurts, yeah, but I managed not to actually break it…” His voice trailed off, sounding distracted. Even while answering, his mind kept circling back to the strange energy he had used. That strange ...
2025-08-20 12:13:50 +0000 UTC
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In the middle of the flooded zone, a lone boat rocked gently on the surface. That vessel had become Tsuyu’s target, the only safe spot nearby where she could get both Izuku and Mineta out of the water. Every splash around them carried danger. The waters weren’t calm at all—countless aquatic villains lurked beneath, waiting for the chance to drag them under. The boat wasn’t much, but for now it was the closest thing to a breather they could get.
Izuku clung to Tsuyu’s shoulder,...
2025-08-19 15:52:59 +0000 UTC
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Izuku Midoriya couldn’t shake off the unease twisting in his stomach. It wasn’t an illness or fatigue, more like a premonition—an instinct that something was about to go wrong. That feeling made no sense. Today was supposed to be one of the best days of his life. Everything he had worked for over the past year was finally becoming real. His dream was within reach.
For as long as he could remember, Izuku had lived in a world where heroes stood at the center of society. Almost every...
2025-08-18 17:00:11 +0000 UTC
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POV: Ri Boku
What in the World is with this City?
Seven days…
A City who shouldn’t have even lasted 2 Days, managed to hold up for Seven days.
No, it is not even in danger of falling.
They were running out of Soldiers to fight, even after having recieved reinforcement made up of 5000 Elites.
Civilian recruited Milita, no Elderly, Women and Children out lasting 45000 trained elites.
This shouldn’t have been possible?
Just what the hell is g...
2025-08-18 10:00:15 +0000 UTC
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“A Quirk Assessment Test!?” the entire class repeated in unison, their voices overlapping in disbelief.
Ochaco Uraraka hesitantly raised her hand halfway, her expression a mix of concern and confusion. “What about the entrance ceremony? Orientation?”
“Waste of time,” came the flat response from their homeroom teacher. Shota Aizawa, dressed in a black outfit and cocooned in a peculiar greyish scarf, didn’t even glance up as he continued. “If you want to become Pro H...
2025-08-17 11:30:05 +0000 UTC
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It was a classic setup—almost too classic. Every hero, no matter how noble or green, had to face their archenemy sooner or later.
Izuku Midoriya just hadn’t expected his to appear before his first class at U.A. High.
He stood in front of the mirror, jaw tight, brows furrowed in concentration. His reflection stared back, defiant and unforgiving. No matter how many times he tried, no matter how many angles he attacked from… the result was the same.
This was his nemesis. ...
2025-08-17 08:00:12 +0000 UTC
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< U.A Exam Observation Room >
“D-Did he just… cut my robot in half!?” Power Loader shouted, eyes wide as the massive Zero Pointer collapsed in two cleanly separated halves. Oddly no Sparks or anything flew, as the green haired boy, send the two cut parts crashing into the ground.
All around the observation room, the teachers stood frozen, staring at the split remains of what was supposed to be an insurmountable obstacle for the Exam.
On a nearby monitor, Principa...
2025-08-16 17:30:02 +0000 UTC
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‘Of course we have to sit next to each other…’
Izuku Midoriya deadpanned as he slid into his assigned seat in the auditorium—unfortunately, right beside Bakugo.
To his mild surprise, the explosive blond didn’t say a word. Just like at the school entrance, Bakugo did his best to ignore him. Maybe he hadn’t forgotten they were being watched.
Good. Let’s keep it that way.
As Present Mic took the stage below, Izuku forced down the spark of excitement building...
2025-08-16 14:44:29 +0000 UTC
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“Are you absolutely sure you have everything?” Inko asked again, standing by the front door with that worried look she always wore whenever Izuku stepped out for anything remotely important—or dangerous.
Izuku let out a small sigh, adjusting the strap of his backpack. “Yes, Mom. I triple-checked everything,” he said, his tone carrying the weariness of repetition… though he didn’t actually mind it. Her fussing, as smothering as it was, came from love. And today of all days,...
2025-08-16 13:50:12 +0000 UTC
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“Just… what was that?” Izuku muttered under his breath, the words hanging in the quiet of his room.
He was alone again. The sun had long since set, and his mother had already left for her hospital shift. But Izuku couldn’t sleep. Not after everything that had happened.
Not after discovering what might be an entirely new aspect to his Quirk.
Izuku had hoped his delivery would arrive today—a good selection of different Mangas, Comics and Books from different Fictiona...
2025-08-16 13:35:26 +0000 UTC
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On the way home, Izuku Midoriya found himself standing once again before the quiet koi pond right in front of his school. The water, serene and glassy, barely rippled as the late afternoon sun shimmered upon its surface. He stared down into it, eyes distant, lips pressed in a thin line.
There—half-sunken among floating leaves and fish lazily circling about—was his notebook.
The same notebook that had been so cruelly scorched and tossed aside. Its edges curled and blackened, it...
2025-08-16 13:33:17 +0000 UTC
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It actually took Izuku quite a while to figure out how to activate his Quirk.
As had been theorized throughout his life, the activation conditions were extremely specific.
Had he not been a nerd with a deep passion for manga, he likely never would have discovered it. Even if he had been a manga fan, if he’d been satisfied with reading only digital versions, he still wouldn’t have awakened his Quirk.
Because it only worked with a physical copy.
Even the chance of st...
2025-08-16 13:23:01 +0000 UTC
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“People are not born equal.”
A bitter truth—onehat Izuku Midoriya had learned far too young.
As he lay sprawled across his bed, eyes tracing the cracks in the ceiling he’d memorized countless times before, a long sigh escaped his lips. Another day. Another round of mockery from classmates blessed with flashy, powerful Quirks. And him? The ‘Quirkless’ outlier. The joke everyone was in on.
Still, he supposed he should be thankful. None of them had ever gone beyond ...
2025-08-16 13:11:14 +0000 UTC
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In a world where almost everyone is born with a Quirk, Izuku Midoriya was one of the unlucky few—labeled Quirkless from the start. His classmates made fun of him, his teachers ignored him, and even strangers looked at him with pity. But Izuku never gave up. Deep down, he believed something nobody else did: he did have a Quirk… it just hadn’t shown itself yet.
Then, one day, everything changes. Izuku’s Quirk finally awakens—All Fiction, a power that ca...
2025-08-16 12:05:22 +0000 UTC
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“What is it? Do you also want to stop me now?” Merlin asked, letting out a tired sigh. His eyes swept over the people nearby before settling on the Chancellor. “Come on, be serious—who here is better qualified to lead that wall?”
Shou Bun Kun didn’t look offended. Instead, he raised a hand and pointed toward the source of the earlier shout. “No. Look carefully—where did that voice come from?”
Merlin followed the direction of his finger. The realization hit almost...
2025-08-16 11:51:58 +0000 UTC
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POV: Shin
What the hell is this place?
Shin couldn’t stop his eyes from darting around. He had never seen anything like it before. The air felt warm and welcoming, the lighting was soft, and everything seemed… comfortable. Even though he’d started life as a servant—the absolute lowest rank in Qin’s social ladder—his military campaigns had taken him across the country. He’d seen bustling cities, wealthy estates, and the halls of power.
He’d even walked the pol...
2025-08-16 11:49:41 +0000 UTC
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Menchi couldn’t help but chuckle when Merlin leaned forward, eyes glinting with the same restless drive he’d shown since day one. His enthusiasm for progress never seemed to fade. If she was being honest, he was an absurdly quick learner—his natural talent for Nen easily surpassed her own. Over the past few weeks, he’d blazed through the fundamentals at a pace that would leave most trainees in the dust.
This was the last step before he could officially stand as a proper Nen user...
2025-08-16 11:47:06 +0000 UTC
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The restaurant had settled into its usual after-hours stillness. The scent of grilled meat lingered faintly in the air, mixing with the sharper aroma of cleaning supplies. Tables were wiped spotless, chairs stacked neatly on top, and the last clatter of dishes had long since faded into the back.
Only two people remained inside. Merlin sat at a table near the counter, posture relaxed but eyes sharp. Across from him, Menchi leaned back in her chair, arms crossed, watching him with an expr...
2025-08-16 11:44:09 +0000 UTC
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“Are you sure I shouldn’t help carry that? It’s got to be heavy…” Mikami asked, eyeing the long package in his own hands while watching Merlin casually heft another large box.
“Nah, it’s fine. Don’t worry about it,” Merlin replied without missing a step. He didn’t even look winded. “I’m just glad it finally arrived.”
“It’s fine,” he says… Mikami muttered under his breath. “That thing weighs two hundred kilos. The delivery guy had to use a trolle...
2025-08-16 11:41:56 +0000 UTC
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POV: Merlin
Asuna and Merlin both watched the girl as she approached.
Level 2 wasn’t anything too impressive even though it’s the first day of this death game, but Merlin had already noticed most players in the Town of Beginnings were still stuck at Level 1. Even Asuna had only reached Level 2 today after hunting down several stronger monsters while he played the tank for her.
What really caught his attention about the golden-brown-haired girl—aside from the fact that ...
2025-08-16 11:38:31 +0000 UTC
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POV: Merlin
It didn’t work.
Or rather, Mikami’s world was completely different from Asuna’s. They weren’t from the same Japan.
Asuna had given him several phone numbers to try, but most were out of service, and the few that did connect reached complete strangers—people who had never even heard of her.
The result hit her hard. The cute girl with long chestnut hair that shimmered with hints of orange in the light and warm hazelnut eyes looked down, shoulders tr...
2025-08-16 11:35:36 +0000 UTC
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