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the legacy of Touch me

Elijah, known in YGGDRASIL as The Lone Reaper, was once a broken man in real life, finding purpose only in the digital world. On the eve of YGGDRASIL’s shutdown, he chooses to die in-game rather than return to a meaningless existence. But instead of dying, Elijah wakes in the New World—his body real, his powers intact, and his sentient cloak Mimic, a self-made World Item, alive beside him. As Elijah steps into this new reality, he becomes an enigmatic force—an assassin, a necromancer, a phantom whose justice is swift and terrifying. His first actions are brutal and righteous, saving Carne Village and wiping out Slane Theocracy forces without mercy. His power catches the attention of Ainz Ooal Gown, ruler of Nazarick and once a fellow guildmate of Elijah’s mentor, Touch Me. Invited into Nazarick, Elijah is both welcomed and watched. The guardians—Albedo, Shalltear, Cocytus, and others—test him, study him, and in some cases, admire him. But Elijah is not like them. Where they are loyal creations of the Supreme Beings, Elijah is a player—a man with a soul, memories, and doubts. He respects Ainz and sees echoes of his old guild, but he is haunted by the question: Would Touch Me approve of what Nazarick has become? Through battles, philosophical conversations, and quiet moments—especially with CZ2128 Delta, the emotionless battle automaton with whom he forms a subtle, tender bond—Elijah begins to carve his own place in this world. He trains Nazarick’s warriors in restraint, teaches the value of mercy, and speaks with Sebas Tian, Touch Me’s creation, who reaffirms that their creator would have stayed not because he agreed, but because someone had to guide. But all the while, Elijah watches. Observes. Waits. He sees Ainz’s descent—not into evil, but into burden. Elijah’s promise, silently made, is this: If Ainz forgets why he began all this… Elijah will remember for him. And act if necessary.
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Apocalypse: Transmigrated with an Overlord System

Liora had everything, silk gowns softer than clouds, and eleven royal brothers who treated her like a jewel. Her days were filled with naps and banquets, her biggest worry being whether sapphire blue matched better with her crown than royal gold. But fate had a cruel sense of humor. One night, she fell asleep in her warm bed with wine in her hand. The next, she woke up in a nightmare. A world ravaged by zombies. Smoke and ash filled the air. The ground was stained with blood. Her palace? Gone. Her servants? Gone. Her status? Worthless. The only thing that remained? Her will to survive. With no training, no supplies, and no clue how to swing a weapon, she was thrown straight into the depths of hell, until a cold mechanical voice echoed in her mind. [Welcome, Host. You have activated the Overlord System.] It sounded powerful, promising... until she learned the truth. She had no abilities, no resources, and a system that cared more about giving her impossible missions and drowning her in cosmic debt than helping her stay alive. While others awakened fire or telekinesis, she was stuck dodging Level 2 zombies with nothing but her fists and pure desperation. Every fight was a gamble. Every step forward cost blood, sweat, or worse—sanity. Yet she rose. She built her own base from scratch. Controlled supplies. Built a black market network in the ruins. People started to follow her, fear her, and even rely on her. And then he showed up. The aloof, deadly awakened one who never cared for others—until her. With piercing eyes and unmatched power, he could destroy armies. But when he tried to get close, to protect her, to understand her, Liora was too busy reinforcing her walls and negotiating food rations to entertain his brooding charm. He said he wanted to fight beside her. She said, "Unless you're here to dig trenches or clear zombies, move aside." He brought her rare supplies—medicine, clean water, even a working generator. She didn’t blink. "Bribing me with electricity? Cute. Now get in line with the others if you want shelter." Because in this world, there was no room for love when survival was still uncertain. But love, like the undead, is persistent. Trigger Warning: Violence, Gore, System Abuse, Psychological Trauma, Romantic Tension.
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Overlord: The Path of Sin

In the year 2128, a young man, plagued by genetic diseases and confined to his home, stumbles upon a radiant source of entertainment in the form of a DMMO-RPG. As he immerses himself in the world of Yggdrasil, a DMMO-RPG that has swept Japan by storm, his bleak existence transforms into one filled with a lot of fun and exhilarating adventures. Upon discovering and acquiring a game-breaking class from the gacha, he embarks on a journey through Yggdrasil, determined to reach the pinnacle of power. With his vast wealth, he uses gacha items to become the best player of Yggdrasil. Yet, at the final moment of Yggdrasil, he finds himself transported to a new world, one filled with boundless entertainment and mysteries, ripe for conquest. In this unfamiliar world, his NPCs spring to life, and his powers become real, with overwhelming force that he struggles to control. Where will this unpredictable path lead him? What fate awaits "The Sin" as he navigates through this 'New World'? __________________________ Join patreon for advance chapters. patreon.com/AzazelGrim ___________________________ Warning! Disclaimer: This fanfic will have harem, and is mostly Wish-Fulfilment, with slow pace. However, it will not be too long before the new world. The protagonist will also be overpowered, so leave if you don't want that. *Overlord doesn't belong to me. It's rightful owner and Author is Kugane Maruyama, all credit goes to him.* *The cover image doesn't belong to me. I found it on Pinterest, if the artists wants me to remove it, please contact me through comments.*
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Reborn as the Son of the Night: An Overlord Harem Tale

The air was thick with panic. Sirens howled outside the hospital as screams echoed through sterile halls. Atticus James, an off-duty paramedic with weary eyes and steady hands, was supposed to be heading home. Instead, he found himself kneeling beside a wounded nurse, pressing gauze to her side, whispering reassurances as masked gunmen roamed the corridors. He could have escaped. He didn’t. When a child froze in the crossfire, Atticus moved without hesitation—body over body, arms shielding fragile life. A single shot. A flash of heat. Then silence. Death came not with fear, but with a strange peace. And then… he opened his eyes. Bathed in a light that defied earthly understanding, Atticus stood before a presence that radiated power and calm—God. His sacrifice had not gone unnoticed. For a man who gave everything without asking for anything, a reward was offered: a new life… and two wishes. Atticus' mind, ever calm even in chaos, made his choice. Reincarnate him into the world of Overlord—a brutal landscape of power and survival. And make him Alucard, the legendary vampire of Castlevania, a figure carved from myth and sorrow. Not just a weapon, but a soul with memories—his memories—intact. With knowledge of what is to come, and the power to challenge it, Atticus' journey begins anew—not as a man, but as a myth reborn. A protector cloaked in darkness. A savior forged from blood and mercy. All rights belong to their respective creators. This is a fan-made work. I only claim ownership of the original story concept. Dialogue and key events will remain true to the anime, with thoughtful divergence where the heart of the story demands. All Rights Reserved
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