An EX-Agent, Assistant Librarian and now Star of the City goes in search for never before found freedom in the world of Arknights sent there via an agreement of his own with the Head's Agents. "Use your own eyes to watch things as they are." "Then you may see it." "However, you will inevitably forget why you wished to see it once you reach that point." "Peek into your own universe, as everyone else shall." A Star fell from the City's murky black sky, as other Stars shined brightly. It falls into a sickened world, trapped in a consuming hold. I do not own Arknights or Project Moon, they go to their respective owners.

Learning how to live again, huh? That was the hard part. After all, he'd always been a failure. But the idea that Sukuna might have died because of his will to live... was enough for him. Wait. Sukuna... didn't he use that same technique to kill Gojo? And why everything else feels off- "Pfffft-Hahaha! No way!" That presence. So familiar that it hurt just to breathe. "Megumi! Yuji! We got isekai'd! Ohhh, this one wasn't on my bingo card for sure!" He wasn't sure if he fainted because a ghost who looked exactly like Gojo-sensei was laughing his ass off in front of him- -or because of the cursed energy spike behind him, one that felt way too much like Sukuna's.

Tokyo's cursed population is dropping like flies - Special Grades, wiped out in a single hit before sorcerers can even show up. No traces. No cursed tools. Just splatters, silence, and the haunting image of a bald man carrying cabbage. Naturally, Gojo Satoru is delighted. Ijichi is not. When the Tokyo Metropolitan Police captures blurry footage of an unknown figure punching the literal soul out of a curse mid-alley, Gojo takes it upon himself (and his increasingly frazzled assistant) to track down this mystery man. What they find is... not what they expected. Meet Saitama: a hero for fun, a man with no cursed energy, and the worst possible answer to "What happens if the Jujutsu world meets something it can't explain?"

Mankind's Greatest Hero has finished his mission once more. Saving Earth from the Didact and his weapon of mass-recruitment, the Composer, the Master Chief and his AI companion, Cortana, find themselves mysteriously transported to a strange variation of Earth, where machines rule the surface and mankind hides below. The SPARTAN and those that join will fight to Reclaim the world...

A portal connected to Terra appears in the middle of gm_flatgrass due to some player doing some tomfoolery. Chaos and hilarity ensues. Disclaimer - Crackfic

This is a prequel to my other story known as Futuristic world (Furry x human). I HIGHLY recommend reading that story first before this one, otherwise this story will make zero sense at all. Also if you don't really like the first story, then you probably won't care about this one anyways. This story will follow Dome and his backstory before he met Y/N in Futuristic world. This way you can get to know Dome from my original story a little bit more. I do not own any of the art used in this story. credit goes to the original and talented artist. The art used for Dome (The protogen in the book cover) was created by GoldApollo. He has more protogen art, and I highly checking out some of his art. ________________________________________ Dome... He is a simple protogen with a sense of humor. He's a man with his own flaws, just like everyone else, but he has a weird way of seeing the positive of everything... Well... Not everything. Dome's bestie known as Conner lost his wife and reluctantly started taking therapy after Dome, the good friend that he is, forced him to. Conner makes small improvements overtime... Until one day where the downward spiral for both Conner and Dome begins. Conner loses his last bit of family left.. his daughter.. to a mysterious killer who manages to hide his trace. Conner, now seeking any kind of closure, loses his mind. Finally reaching a breaking point and blaming Dome for everything. Threatening to kill him for what he had done. Dome, despite feeling guilty, doesn't give up hope. He will do what the police couldn't, and find whoever killed the daughter of who used to be his best friend, but is now hunting him all around Night Glow City, and never stopping until Dome is dead. Dome has to get to the bottom of this murder mystery himself... But little does know what he will go through, or the other downward spiral that he will find himself going down afterward. _______________________________________

Gautama Siddhartha. Gojo Satoru. To cultivate the endless transcendence through the eightfold Prajñāpāramitā, to abandon the Bhavacakra of Saṃsāra which binds the self to Duḥkha, one must shatter the ten chains of Saṃyojana and embrace Nirvāṇa; the perfect becoming of the "Honored One." So shall he with Six Eyes distinguish this Dharma and enact it throughout Heaven and Terra?

(Rewrite is out) "You were magnificent, Satoru Gojo. I will never forget you for as long as I live." Satoru Gojo laid there, bisected in half, as if the universe itself had severed any hope of defeating the demon in front of him. Though, he still held hope in his students, hope that they would be able to carry on what he could not. He was satisfied, finally lifting the weights of the world off his shoulders, he was willing to pass on... But what if fate had other plans for The Honored One? I do not own Arknights or Jujutsu Kaisen, they belong to their respective owners.

"How will you ever be able... To face the world again?" From within the depths of Megumi's soul, Sukuna had spoken that question. Could he truly keep living? After all the failures he had amounted to? He couldn't, he truly couldn't. When the final Black Flash fell, so did his life. Well, that would have been the case if Fate hadn't decided to exchange one crappy world for another. I do not own Arknights or Jujutsu Kaisen, they go to their respective owners.

You know the drill, dude dies and reincarnates with some op wishes. This time, what if the cursed technique was as broken as Mahoraga's adaptation? Can Naohiro surpass Mr. Nah I'd Win?