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Reincarnated as Emiya Shirou with a Random System

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"I wanna Be a Hero when I Grow up" I'm Sure that's something a lot of a us have thought of as a Child and some Even now That's what Our Mc also Wanted to Be That Childish Dream of Being a Hero Years of living makes a lot of people Disillusioned With Justice to the point of not giving a damn Anymore He was the same... well so he thought at least Wasting his days By Watching Anime, reading Visual Novels and Fanfics and Playing Games He didn't become a Loser By Any Means He still went out,had Friends,a Decent paying Part Time Job He was Healthy, He was Tall He was Above average in Strength He Exercised Regularly and even had a relationship at one point but Even with all of that he wasn't Truly Satisfied With Life well to be honest he wasn't satisfied with the world in general Now what would Happen if You Isekai Such a Individual and Shove His Soul Inside the Body of someone who Is Destined To be A Hero Now add a System that both makes no sence and Makes him Want to Pull his Hair Out in a World Filled with Overpowered timy whimy rifty reality dipty dimensionality Bullshit well Strange things Happen or well... random [jumps away at the last second dodging a truck] "HAH! TAKE THAT TRUCK-KUN! YOU COULDN'T TAKE ME!" [goes home feeling like the goat] "Domain Expansion" "Ayo!? is that fucking Sukun-" "Malevolent Shrine" "FUCK YOU SUKUNA! I ALWAYS COME BAC-" [gets shredded to pieces] [SUKUNA having successfully isekaid the anomaly transforms into Truck-Kun and drives away in search of his next victim] [Somewhere in the Nasuverse a Vampire Troll laughed] Zelretch: THE TROLL PIECE! THE TROLL PIECE IS REAL! Aoko:This Mf done lost his mind
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Sold to the Dark Wing

Humans are nothing more than servants in the glittering, cruel society of the winged Seraph. When a human offends them, the punishment is simple: be sold. Evangeline, never thought her own family would betray her. But when her sister committed the unforgivable, offending a seraph, their mother offered Eva in her place- without hesitation. Cast aside like unwanted trash, Eva is paraded before the Seraph nobility to be claimed. No one wants her. Until he appears. The Black Wing. The only Seraph whose feathers are not gold or silver or white, but midnight black. Feared. Cursed. Whispers say every human he has ever taken has perished. And yet, he chooses her. Dragged into his world of shadows, Eva becomes the obsession of a man everyone else fear and despises. He is possessive, merciless, and dangerously seductive. And while her family prays she will be destroyed... Eva begins to wonder if the true danger lies not in his black wings- but in the way her heart betrays her whenever he draws near. Can she ever survive this game of fate? **** The candlelight quivered against the cracked walls of the old inn, shadows twisting like restless spirits. Eva froze as he wasn't suppose to be here! Hades sat in the crimson chair, his presence consuming the air, thick and suffocating, as if the world itself had bowed before him. Swirling the red liquid in his glass, his bright purple eyes never left the shadows, yet he knew she was there before she moved. "Who is it this time?" His voice was a low rasp, curling into the room like smoke, tying her stomach in knots of fear and something darker. Eva forced her pulse to slow, telling herself not to back down. But when his hands rose from the arms of the chair, a shiver ran down her spine. "You aren't supposed to be here," she gasped, as he stood impossibly fast. His black wings unfurled, stretching wide, enveloping her, pressing her to his chest as though he claimed her before she could claim her own breath. "Why?" His lips curled into a wicked, sharp smile. "So I won't discover you running off with that useless boy?" "I didn't—" "Of course, because he's dead." His words cut like a blade, delivered with the certainty of a god reading an open book. Eva stumbled back, pressed to the wall. "You've lost your mind! You didn't kill him—" "Why shouldn't I?" His voice dropped to a growl. A single finger traced the fading red mark on her neck. His eyes snapped with fury; the air itself shivered. He leaned forward, lips brushing her skin, teeth grazing flesh in a possessive bite, erasing another's mark. "He dares," Hades hissed, deadly and low, "he dares touch what belongs to me. A fool. Bold enough to place his lips where mine already mark her." Eva's chest heaved, terror and desire entwined so tightly she could barely breathe. His wings tightened, dark and unyielding, and she realized escape was no longer an option, and perhaps, she didn't even want it. "Don't forget, dear," he murmured, lips grazing her ear, "I've bought you. You're mine now. And I don't like to share."
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