Dysfunctional - An Assassin's Guide to Reincarnating in Another World - Chapter 437 - 436 World Tournament

[Multiverse Fanfic]After an intimate encounter with a speeding truck, Ryota transmigrated into the Naruto world.Despite not being a member of the Uchiha clan, he somehow found himself caught up in the night of their clan's massacre.Fortunately, at the critical moment, he awakened the “All-Encompassing Divine Eye” system.To escape the ruthless slaughter brought by the Ninja World's most dutiful son, Uchiha Itachi, Ryota relied on the system and entered a mysterious Trial Space to begin his training.Half a year later, even without Uchiha bloodline, he managed to awaken the Sharingan through the help of the system and finally emerged from the Trial Space.But looking around at the monsters constantly popping up, Ryota suddenly realized something wasn't quite right!A naturally airheaded swordswoman wielding a long blade, known as the “Sword Princess”; an elf who could cast magic, known as the “Nine Hells”…And then there was this red-haired, squinty-eyed girl claiming to be a goddess, insisting he join her Familia.Ryota: “Familia? Gods...? Where exactly am I?”Loki: “Orario, of course!”Read chapters ahead! Support my work on [email protected]/rivyura

What would you do if someone—or something—offered you everything you ever dreamed of?Power.wealth. Even a chance to rewrite your fate.In this world, nothing is given freely.Some trade their souls. Others their eyes.Just like the horror stories.But when my moment came…they didn’t want my soul.They didn’t want my eyes.They asked for my face.My name is Ross Mutt, and everything changed with a single phone call—a call that dragged me into a hidden war run by people who control more than governments, more than nations.People who decide who vanishes… and who never existed.I thought I was going to take them down.Until the day I heard that voice.A calm voice.A patient voice.A voice that had been waiting for me long before all of this began.“Rise.”That was my first glimpse—my first warning—that something far greater than my enemies had taken interest in me.And from that moment…my real fight began.

Clara Vance had it all.Millions of followers, a beauty empire built on glamour, and a life curated for the camera. But a lost bet with her mother sends her away from a marvelous weekend trip to Mykonos and into the dusty attic of her family’s decaying ancestral manor.The catch was her inheritance. Her task? A dreary clear-out. Her discovery? A centuries-old diary belonging to her great-grandmother, Eleanor Thorne.The ink tells a story of a forgotten history. Eleanor’s forbidden obsession with her guardian and step-uncle, Casimir Guggenheim, a ruthless railroad tycoon with a heart of stone.But when Clara touches the tear-stained pages, the scent of crushed gardenias doesn’t just fill the room, it drags her back to 1879.Trapped in Eleanor’s corseted body, Clara finds herself under the roof of the very man who haunted the diary. To the world, Casimir is a cold, untouchable magnate. To Clara, he’s a puzzle she’s determined to break.The problem? Clara isn’t the timid, fragile girl Casimir remembers. She’s a 21st-century It Girl with no filter, a strategic mind for business, a total lack of respect for Gilded Age propriety and a defiance waiting for trouble to happen. While the original Eleanor was a victim of her station, Clara is ready to burn the cage down.As Clara navigates a world where a single misstep means ruin, scheming relatives see her as a pawn, and a powerful suitor sees her as nothing but a business merger. She realizes the history books were wrong.Rewriting Eleanor’s tragic end is dangerous, especially when she starts falling for the man she was never supposed to have.History says they’re a tragedy. Clara says history is about to get a makeover.

From the depths of a deep and blissful slumber, Chu Yu awoke to the vague sense of someone beside her. Among four of five men that she saw sleeping around her when she awoke, one in particular, caught her eye.'Who is he?'With his unrivaled elegance and the air of supremacy around him, he gazed upon the princess and asked, “What's wrong, Princess? Did you have a nightmare?”And with that, an uncontrollable chill rose up her spine that made her shiver despite the warmth of the room.Is it a joke? Or is it destiny?