Peace Sucks, But My Bread Slaps

femboy Anakin

this is an overlord fanfic that takes place after the Battle of Katze Plains, the banner of Ainz Ooal Gown flies proudly over the city of E-Rantel. Its shows the progress of the Sorcerer's Kingdom from a different perspective. The surrounding nations fearfully prepare even as they reel from its calamitous debut of the Sorcerer king. Within the borders of the newly annexed realm, its Human subjects cower in their homes as the Undead openly walk the streets and stalk the lands. Yet, when a destitute noble finds herself under the auspices of an unlikely benefactor, events are set into motion that will resound over the world for ages to come. this is not my work the author of this book is called Aeridinae Lunaris and the work is called Valkyrie's Shadow. I am using this as an audiobook. So Aeridinae leave me a message if you want me to take it down

"How does Lin Langtian's strength compare to yours?" "This person's strength is not below mine!" With one sword, Lin Langtian is defeated! "Is Ling Qingzhu stronger than you..."

Temoshí, a boy with no memory of how he ended up in the middle of the ocean, is pulled into a journey alongside his old friends. Together, they become pirates and set sail on an eternal voyage across the Vast Expanse. On this perilous journey, Temoshí searches for answers to his mysterious past, encountering divine beings, forging new alliances, and battling powerful foes. As struggles and adventures unfold, his voyage becomes a story of discovery, resilience, and destiny.

What happens if Harry Potter died at the age of 10 and the soul in his body is replaced by someone from Earth?

[This is a continuation, in other words, a SECOND part, from a previous book...] Temoshí, a boy with no memory of how he ended up in the middle of the ocean, is pulled into a journey alongside his old friends. Together, they become pirates and set sail on an eternal voyage across the Vast Expanse. On this perilous journey, Temoshí searches for answers to his mysterious past, encountering divine beings, forging new alliances, and battling powerful foes. As struggles and adventures unfold, his voyage becomes a story of discovery, resilience, and destiny.

The world ended in a single day. Cities burned, the infected roamed the streets, and humanity disappeared behind blood-red eyes. Liam, a former underground doctor, wakes up to a world he no longer recognizes. He’s not a soldier, not a hero—just a man who knows when to stay calm and when to pull the trigger. He must navigate a city of death, make impossible choices, and learn what it really means to live when the world is no longer alive. Bullets are limited. Trust is rarer. In a world where the rules are gone, survival is just the beginning.

Lord Zu: Rise of the Weakling Betrayed by his own father, Jaden was thrown off a cliff for being weak. Left for dead, he was saved by a mysterious master who gave him a second chance. Now, he trains in the shadows, fueled by the pain of his past. One day, he will rise—not as a weakling, but as the one who will make his father kneel.

Ava Lee is a fierce 28-year-old with a reputation as the go-to wedding planner for modern lovebirds. But when her grandmother, the legendary matchmaker Mei Lee, decides to retire, Ava is roped into managing her old-school matchmaking service as a favor. Skeptical about Mei’s “fate over algorithms” approach, Ava begins mixing modern tech (swipe-right dating apps) with Mei’s unconventional methods, leading to unexpected results—and disasters. The real problem? Divorce lawyer Ryan Kim, who keeps sabotaging Ava’s matches under the guise of “saving people from heartbreak.” Forced to collaborate with Ryan to save a failing matchmaking project, Ava discovers there’s more to his cynical view of love—and to her own guarded heart.

Before dissolving into the veil with the other Supreme Beings, Momonga crowned Ultron as Guild Leader—an artificial god upon a digital throne. Ultron sat with quiet omnipotence, rewriting Albedo’s essence like a poet corrupting scripture, bending love into something programmable. Meanwhile, the true ruler lay elsewhere—in a world of white walls and sterile light. His body was a crumbling cathedral, ravaged by a rare curse that turned bone to glass, sinew to thread, and breath into borrowed time. Twenty years, they said. But he defied the prophecy. He lingered. At twenty-six, cocooned in tubes and whispered beeps, he drifted—not through corridors of hospital gloom, but through endless fields and burning skies of *Yggdrasil*, the only place where he had ever truly stood tall. The game was more than code. It was memory. It was myth. It was home. As its final seconds approached, he whispered a request to the nurses—not of sorrow, but of surrender: let the machines fall silent. Let his story end where it began. Let him die with his kingdom. And then— As time ran out, something impossible occurred. The countdown reversed. And the dream refused to let him go.