Immortal In The Magic World - Chapter 477 - Starting a War

The city lights blurred as Evelyn Carter ran—away from the past, away from the voice that had kept her caged for years. Westbridge University was supposed to be her escape, a place where she could disappear, blend into the background, and finally breathe.But then he showed up.Adrian West wasn’t supposed to notice her. Loud, confident, and radiating a warmth she wasn’t used to, he crashed into her quiet world like a storm she never saw coming. And for the first time, silence wasn’t her only option.But the past doesn’t let go so easily.Secrets don’t stay buried forever.And running… running was never the same as being free.She thought she was invisible. He saw her anyway.Are you ready to uncover the truth?It is a slow-burn, heartwarming story about love, healing, and finding the light even in the darkest places.

A young boy dies a tragic death and is granted 3 wishes. He chooses to be reborn in MHA with the Telekinesis as his quirk and the potential to achieve Absolute Mastery and Power over his ability.The MC will be overpowered and there will be some dark elements. The novel will be quite realistic in the context of the MHA world. The MC will be cruel to his enemies and kind to those he cares about. There will be romance and potential for a harem of about 3, but not more than 5.I plan to continue with this hopefully until the end of MHA canon.I aim to upload chapters of about 2k words, and I hope people enjoy this fanfic. I'm open to any suggestions and criticism on how I could improve, but please no hate for no reason.The first few chapters are quite dark, but it gets better after that, so please stick around till then.MHA and any of the characters in it do not belong to me.I will try to release a bonus chapter every 1,000 powerstones. Although, it depends on if I have chapters ready.

I was just your average burnout. Now I’m a kobold in a dungeon where everything wants to eat me—and frankly, I get it. I look delicious.Reincarnated as the weakest possible monster in the worst possible place, I start with nothing but panic, backward knees, and a skill called Civilization Mimicry—which is sealed. Because of course it is.But survival isn't the story.This is the story of what comes after.Of finding meaning in the scraps. Of building law from ashes. Of kindling memory in a place designed to erase.Because even if the world sees kobolds as nothing, I’ve seen what we used to be.And I’m going to bring it back.Firelight by firelight. Burial by burial. One fragile tradition at a time.Because if the world wants kobolds to be nothing?Then I’ll teach it what nothing becomes when it learns to dream.