Fanqie catalogue
Books by The Cat by the Clouds
- Matches
- 7
From the Fanqie books we index, matched on the author's name.
-
Naruto: I Was Picked Up by Hashirama Right After I Transmigrated 火影:刚穿越就被柱间捡到了
Transmigrated into the Warring States-era Senju Clan, he is picked up by his cousin Hashirama and brought back to camp from the start. Other protagonists have to train for ten years to master a single ninjutsu technique. Me? I only need to see it once. Hashirama uses Wood Release? I copy it. Madara uses Fire Release? I copy it. Izuna uses the Sharingan? Sorry, I can't copy that one yet. But that's fine. Give me enough time, and the entire shinobi world will be my ninjutsu library. Hashirama Senj
8Reads—Score—Shelves
-
One Piece: The Overlord of the Old Era at Fifteen 海贼王:十五岁的旧时代霸主
I transmigrate to the old era of the pirate world, never touch a single Devil Fruit, and am born with all Three Types of Haki at their peak. I craft my own Seastone sniper rifle with my own hands. I venture across the open sea alone, defeat entire Marines fleets single-handedly, and face CP9 agents head-on. Even when I chance upon the Roger Pirates, I remain a lone pirate. Relying neither on bloodline nor on the protection of companions, I forge a legend all my own as a long-range powerhouse, ar
2Reads—Score—Shelves
-
Genshin Impact: Eula Has Her Eye on Me 原神:优菈盯上我了
[Genshin Impact fanfic | Multiple heroines | Light comedy] On his first day after transmigrating to Teyvat, overworked office drone Lin became a Fatui deserter about to be executed. Snezhnaya wants him dead, Mondstadt wants to put him on trial, and the Abyss is chasing him while calling out his serial number. At the brink of despair, he awakens the Eye of Causality: golden threads mean certain death, while silver threads offer a way out. He also discovers that the deeper his feelings for a girl,
1Reads—Score—Shelves
-
The Midnight Last Train: I Survive the Haunted City Through Deduction 午夜末班车:我靠推演活在诡城
Lin Yan took a job on the Route 13 midnight bus, which had been out of service for ten years, and unexpectedly awakened the ability to make deductions. The written rules claim lives at every turn, sinister figures lurk in the shadows with wicked intentions, and a ten-day countdown hangs over him. The ghosts and monsters originated in folk rituals of evil, and every supernatural horror is the result of human scheming. In a cycle spanning a thousand years, he is the only one trapped in the cage wh
—Reads—Score—Shelves
-
Female Cultivators Rule the World, While the Pill Saint Begs for a Recipe for Men 女修当道,丹圣跪求男修配方
[Fantasy] [Eastern Fantasy] [Transmigration] [Face-Slapping] [Alternate World] [One Heroine] Male cultivators are only fit to wash medicine cauldrons, while female cultivators collect even the scraps from failed pills to feed the dogs. Menial disciple Chen Yan refused to accept it. Why should things be this way? Then he picked up a cauldron of dregs and refined, measured, and tested them. He turned the mysterious art of alchemy into an assembly line. The Pill Hall accused him of stealing their r
—Reads—Score—Shelves
-
Pact Across All Realms: I Turn the Tables on the System with Ghost Cards 全域契约:我靠诡牌反杀系统
#Rule-Based Horror #Survival in the Haunted Realm #Mind Games #Gray-Mist Horrors After transmigrating into the Silent Realm, shrouded in gray mist, I’m forcibly bound to the All-Domain Contract System. The missions are dead ends, the rewards are poison, and the realm spirits can read my thoughts and predict every move! At death’s door, I awaken a unique contract-breaking talent, using a strange card to block surveillance and forge my trail. The System has planned for every contingency, and the r
—Reads—Score—Shelves
-
Jujutsu Kaisen: Satoru Gojo, I’m Not Suguru Geto 咒回:五条悟,我不是夏油杰
#Jujutsu Kaisen #Satoru Gojo #Two Male Leads #Substitute #Transmigrate into a Book #Pure Romance #Redemption On the first day after I transmigrated, I awakened the cursed technique of a man named Suguru Geto. Every Jujutsu Sorcerer in Tokyo was looking for me. Only one person stood in front of me to protect me: “He's my student.” But every time he looked at me, his gaze lingered on my face, as if he were seeing someone else. Once, he called me, “Suguru.” I didn't turn around. “Teacher, my name i
—Reads—Score—Shelves