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  1. Naruto: Naruto’s Memories Revealed, Leaving the Shinobi World in Tears 火影:曝光鸣人记忆,忍界哭晕了 Anime Fanfiction264k WordsCompleted [Hokage + making up for regrets] I, Naruto Uzumaki, will do whatever it takes to return to the Night of the Nine-Tails and change every regret! Gravely wounded and on the brink of death, my memories are exposed! From that day on, countless people across the shinobi world weep uncontrollably! Naruto Uzumaki, your life has been so hard! So very hard! Iruka, Jiraiya, Neji, Kakashi, Gaara, the Mighty Guy, Itachi... In this life... 1.1kReads—Score102Shelves
  2. Naruto: I'm the Seventh Hokage, and I Save My Parents from the Start! 火影:我是七代,开局拯救爸妈! Anime Fanfiction298k WordsCompleted I'm Naruto. Now that I'm the Seventh Hokage, I return to the Night of the Nine-Tails from the start! I raise my hand to interrupt the Reaper Death Seal and instantly heal my mother's fatal injuries! I seal the Yin Nine-Tails all by myself! In this life, at last, I have my parents by my side as I grow up! 18Reads—Score—Shelves
  3. Marvel: After the Snap, Tony Returned to the Cave 漫威:打完响指后,托尼回了山洞 Male-Channel Fanfiction252k WordsOngoing Tony Stark woke up in a cave with memories of the future. He built the first-generation armor himself and wiped out all the terrorists in an instant. Dr. Yinsen and S.H.I.E.L.D. were shocked, but so was the “uncle” who had betrayed him. Who says all I can do is sell weapons? The next second, Stark Industries announced it was shutting down its weapons division, sending the whole world into an uproar. He spent ten years laying plans in secret and building a shadow empire. While the Avengers were s 8Reads—Score—Shelves
  4. Transmigrated as a Divorced Woman, I Win High Office Through Poetry 穿成下堂妇,我靠诗词封侯拜相 Ancient Romance80k WordsOngoing [Historical Fiction, Literary Plagiarism] When she opened her eyes, she was kneeling beneath the white mourning banners in a funeral hall. Her husband’s family accused her of bringing bad luck and wanted to throw her out. Her own family thought she had disgraced them and planned to send her to the family temple, shave her head, and make her a nun. At sixteen, in this world, she seemed to have no way out. But her mind held five thousand years of poetry, essays, and statecraft, and in her hand was 1Reads—Score—Shelves