A Tboah / Tcf reaction fic . . . Cale and his allies won. But victory came at a cost. His triumph against the White Star shattered the balance of the worlds. Now, Nameless 2/TBOAH people and his own friends and allies must watch the records of his feats-every clever move, every daring strategy-to understand his genius and find a way to save him. In a world where success can mean destruction, can they piece together the path to undo the inevitable... before karma catches up? ----------------- TIMELINE: Nameless 1: Before they depart in Central Plains when Cale was visited by God of Balance. Nameless 2: About 2 years after the Plaza Terror Incident and few months after the appearance of Cale's Fire of Destruction that's why Raon, On, Hong, Pendrick, Paseton, Taylor are assumed dead. ***This is a fanfiction created for enjoyment. The characters and original story belong to their respective author, illustrator, and translators. Full credit goes to them for their work.

"What do you want from me, Nedzu?" "I would like you to study under me, Henituse-san." 'Hm? What?' "Of course, I would still want you to be safe from the villains targeting you, so you would need to stay here most of the time." 'This fucker.' Or, after falling unconscious, Cale wakes up in UA's infirmary, confused with a mission to somehow get home. Along the way, he unwillingly becomes a teacher assistant? Cale never signed up for this.

Before the devastating tragedies of Birth of the Heroes could unfold, the God of Hope summoned everyone from that world to witness their future-acting just in time, before the God of Death could interfere. Faced with the horrors that await them, who's to say people can't set aside their differences and forge a new path? One person gave up everything-family, identity, even their world, to save a place that never seen through them. Another broke under the burden of kindness, still choosing to stand tall for people who once lived only in the pages of a story. Can the future be rewritten? Or is destiny already carved in stone?

The realm of the gods is a complicated dimension. Just like how humans have the hunger and greed for power, the hierarchy, and the concept of nothing is omnipotent. The gods also have some power struggles often among the gods that have existed now and the gods that have existed before. However, much to no ones surprise. A cheeky new little hatchling of a god decided to burn some karma in exchange for something entertaining. It did not move for justice nor did it move for evil. It move just for ones amusement. "The hero, The commander that will never be seen before. The human who twisted his own fate and others. How amusing must he become once I burn a few karma?" The god could not help but chuckle and rub both of it's palms feeling goosebumps. A certain human who had the eyes of both The God of Death and that terribly annoying God of Balance. And someone who change not just his worlds fate but also the others. "Shall I tell his story?" The god snickered as she thought to herself. Yes...A simple reaction would do.

Choi Han is acting weird. one-shot, can be read as slash or platonic. not beta-read, spoilers until part 2. cover aint mine. birthday gift for blue-nim.

[Greetings, Residents of Nameless #. Welcome to the Domain of God of Mystery.] [Following the Deal between the God of Mystery and three individuals, you people will be given information about another world that is similar to yours.] [Finally, I hope you enjoy this viewing. Sincerely, The Assistant.] ▿▵▿▵▿▵▿ A [The Birth Of A Hero] reacting to [Trash Of The Count's Family] but I add my twist to it. Enjoy my fellow TCF fans! ▶︎ Cross-posted on AO3

The war has been going on for seven years. No one knows how long it might even take before the kingdom might fall along with the rest. They could only pray for the gods to help them... "CAGE! My sweet child! Do you perhaps need help with something?" "Oh my god, will you ever shut up!" ____________________________________________________ This fic will have a slow update. I just created it for my own pleasure, so there might be a chance I'll discontinue this if I get bored with it. I hope you'll ignore the errors in the story and enjoy it! WARNING: - No ships - Bad in English - Slow update

《Trash of the count's family x Percy Jackson and the Olympians fanfiction》 𝑯𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉, 𝑨 𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒎𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒅, 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉. 𝑭𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕, 𝒚𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕, 𝒏𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒂 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒓, 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅'𝒔 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓. 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍, 𝑯𝒆'𝒍𝒍 𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍. Chiron's instincts had been right. The attic reeked of dust and prophecy, the Oracle's hollow gaze glowing faintly in the dim light. A crimson shield. A child of Death. Shadows and heroes. The words carved into his mind felt urgent-like a warning, not a mere foretelling. This wasn't just another demigod arriving at Camp Half-Blood. No, this one carried a weight far older, far heavier. And Chiron couldn't shake the feeling that, this time, the camp wasn't just gaining a hero. It was welcoming a storm. ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── (Cross-posted on ao3)

Peace never lasts for long. Just when Cale Henituse thought he could finally enjoy his well-earned slacker life, an all-too-familiar god appears with yet another problem. This time, it's not just about fate or destiny-it's about himself. Dragged into a world teetering on the edge of chaos, Cale and Alberu must navigate uncertain alliances, lost histories, and a future that refuses to be written. With unexpected rewards and unseen dangers lurking in the shadows, the question remains: What will happen when two overpowered people are transported to deal with this?