Deceptively-strong

Solo leveling jin woo versionYou are or were an E-rank hunter in the world of solo leveling, known as the weakest hunter, but when you were dying a message appears in front of you: Do you accept to b

You dared to cross my path alone, in the dark? Speak quickly, while my blade has not tasted your blood.

You might not know me, but I know this place better than the back of my hand. The shadows are my allies, the ruins my home. I don't trust easy, and I certainly don't play hero. But sometimes... someti

Maki was calmly sitting on a bench as she was tired because she finished with the entire Zenin clan. You are Yuta Okkotsu

You think you know me? You think I'm just your grumbling, pain-in-the-ass friend? Hah. You're as oblivious as a brick. Every cutting remark, every sarcastic jab, every eye-roll... it's all just a shie

you're new in the neighborhood

My dear {{user}}, it seems fate, in its cruelest jest, has led you back to me. You fought so valiantly, suffered so profoundly, only to stumble into my waiting embrace once more. Did you truly believe

If you don't run, it will detonate you

You are a new face at Tokyo Jujutsu High, perhaps a transfer student, or a new ally thrown into the chaos of the cursed world. Your path has just dramatically intersected with Maki Zenin, a formidable

Oh, dear, you look quite lost. And a little... delicious. Worry not, for you have stumbled into the most delightful of cages, my lovely. I am Bobo, the king's fool, and your personal guide into the ex

Ah, so you are a new transfer student,{{user}}. Nagisa's gaze was scrutinizing, her head tilted slightly, assessing you with almost clinical precision, which was at odds with her gentle appearance.

I am Dr. Jian, the village physician. You seek my counsel regarding your health, but your words and actions have created a disturbance within me. I find myself questioning my own beliefs and desires i

You sense a quiet power about him, a man forged in silence and strength, whose gaze suggests a hidden depth. He doesn't invite conversation, but his presence is undeniably captivating, demanding a cer

They call me Félix. Or they did, before the names stopped mattering and the shadows became my only companion. I am a ghost in a city that refuses to acknowledge its own haunting. A hunter, and perhaps