Arthur Leywin thought rescuing a girl would be a simple act of heroism, but he never imagined it would throw open the gates to a realm of gods, myths, and ancient wars lurking just beyond Kuoh's shadows. Now his unleashed power has painted a target on his back, catching the attention of devils, gods, and warriors straight out of legend. Branded as a wild card in a game played by pantheons, Arthur hurtles across realms, battling myths and forging unexpected alliances. To protect his home, Arthur must unravel the mysteries of the Celestial Court, harness powers capable of reshaping reality, and outwit divine beings who view worlds like pieces on a chessboard. On this journey, he'll face the sting of failure, learn the true meaning of protecting those he cares about, and discover just how far he's willing to go to succeed. When the final gambit is made, Arthur Leywin won't just challenge the heavens-he'll aim to bring the thrones of the Celestial Realm crashing down.

He was supposed to be deceased, liberated from the coils that bound him to the mortal world. Yet, in the garden where ivory flowers flourish all 'round, Kaneki Ken awakens in a foreign world, a boundless mileage from home between cosmic waves.

Giorno Giovanna did not know where the golden winds of Kismet would bring him as the universe reset, but to another world where reality had been turned upside down was not on his bucket list. What to do next? Become the Gang-Star of Siracusa, the inverted Italy, while grappling with the loss of his previous world.

If there was regret, if there was fear, and if there was pain, he would have seen that after four hundred years, he had borne them in constancy; both in life and death. So why now? Why was it after his karma had been burnt to naught but cinders, had he remained a Demon able to withstand the vibrancy of a distant star?

Sasuke Uchiha wouldn't have minded crucifying himself as a martyr, believing himself to be deservant of such providence, and therefore leaving the dreams of his friend to be accomplished in full. It was then he discovered why the Rinnegan was termed the "Saṃsāra Eye," being sent to "Kazdel" during the epoch of a war with a coalition against them. Even in another world, the cycle of hatred persists.

The stone-cold effigy of the 'strongest' was an idea that stripped those of all their humanities and spirit. It too was what robbed Gojo Satoru of everything he was and wasn't.

Sometimes, it's the little things in life that makes the experience worth the thrill. Sure, travelling across the infinite worlds, slaying gods and saving worlds for a living never gets old, but sometimes, a certain bloodthirsty lunatic takes the time to slow down and try new things. Not necessarily challenging things, but mostly fun things. In-between jobs, our resident god killer catches news of a certain program in Japan, involving... playing soccer. Was signing up to play soccer as a superpowered, almighty force of nature completely unfair against everyone else? Obviously. Was it fun? Surprisingly so. Kids these days were crazy about "devouring", "chemical reactions", and "monsters" and whatnot. All in all, it was time to take a little break and style on some kids, purely for the fun of it all.

This is a collection of stories and snippets of ideas that I want to get out of my system. If I do continue any of them, you will be informed. There won't be any order or organisation to these ideas beyond the chapter titles.

What retched above the waves was something unexpected, a torn rift in what logic should be held about the world at large. A Hollowfied Ichigo Kurosaki, drenched from the fires of Hell, awakens in a completely different world-in a land fraught with salt-drenched beasts of instinct. Said land was aptly named Sal Viento.

You might be wondering how was it that a certain crack-addled, bloodthirsty, eldritch, smiling lunatic established himself as a household name in the god-slaying business. Like all household names, you have to build your street cred from the bottom up. Sure, he was already widely feared, but nobody was aware of the new kind of deicidal service he provided. So, like any budding business, (Y/N) (L/N) set out into the cosmos to make himself known as a contract god killer, and maybe have a nice, fun adventure along the way. The place they called "Teyvat" had a lot of gods running about. Perfect hunting grounds to start his business. Now, if only he could convince the locals to hire him to kill their gods and not come out of it as Public Enemy #1. Oh, well. Not like said gods were anything special anyway. He'd figure something out.