El Grial no concede deseos. Solo revela lo que somos en realidad. Reescritura de cierta historia que nunca continúe y ahora lo hago porque si, eso y recién le encontré el rumbo que quiero que tome la historia.

A virus unknown to everyone endangers the lives of millions of people, in a world where society is destroyed, only the strongest will be able to survive. It will be a crossover, it will be set in the world of Highschool of the Dead but the main staff will be Ayanokouji kiyotaka, there will also be interactions with other characters from other stories, of course I will not involve the entire world of other characters, only some. -There will be no powers -I'm not sure if it will be final harem, but I think most characters would have assigned partners. -There will be delicate content, both sexual scenes and deaths. -Kiyotaka will be a little more emotional, of course he will not let himself be carried away by his emotions, he will simply be able to feel and enjoy a little more, for this I already have a good argument as to why he will be able to feel emotions. -It's my first story so I'm not entirely sure if I'll finish it, it depends on the support and my vacation since I'm only doing this story to improve my English, this will be the English version but I'm also writing it on the fly. -The characters in this story are not my property. © All rights reserved.

Danganronpa x Crossover. Who will survive this deadly game and who will end up killing another to try and live?

La historia del Shirou que alguna vez fue Minato terminó pero no por eso las cosas deben acabar. Ahora con la opción de ver un nuevo mundo con un nuevo Shirou los ashikabis y sekireis se embarcan en una nueva lectura para averiguar exactamente cómo se paga la deuda a una espada.

Cuando Minato consiguió la cura para la enfermedad de chiho y logró escapar del loco de minaka (en serio quien vuela un edificio de cientos de millones de yenes solo por que perdió un juego) espero que sucedieran muchas cosas. Ciertamente el estar atrapado en una sala de cine junto a su familia y sekireis leyendo sobre una realidad alternativa donde era extrañamente competente en guerras secretas y la magia no era una de ellas Autor original: gabriel blessing Historia original: https://m.fanfiction.net/s/6556187/1/In-Flight

Una propuesta y un ideal, quien estaba ahí en el presente para dar la felicidad y el entendimiento que deseaba escuchar. incluso si era egoísta, le gustaría saber del final para ambos y la paz que podían alcanzar.

But as soon as I tried to walk past her desk, her mouth opened and then closed again. "...Did you say something?" "..." "...I guess not." Just as I then continued walking and reached the door, I heard a quiet voice, coming from her direction. "Could you get me some coffee?" <><><><><> [DISCLAIMER] I do neither own the Classroom of the Elite nor do I own any of these characters appearing in this book. This is fan fiction which is partially based on the Light Novel Events. This work is free to copy for anybody, hit my direct messages, and you for sure can use this work for yours. Also: Everything that happens here IS NOT REAL. Do not try in real life. ALL THE FICTIONAL CHARACTER ARE ABOVE 18 YEARS OLD

I made this cause I was bored First time making a story. I had no script I was making this up as I went on. WARNING ⚠️ THE ART IS NOT MINE AND THE ANIME/manga/light novel BELONGS TO Shogo Kinugasa. Inspiration: @shin062

I felt slightly disappointed in the end. The student known as Ayanokouji Kiyotaka will soon become a passing thought, and might even become forgotten altogether. If I had another chance... would I do something different? Fortunately for him, his wish was granted, although it won't be without hardship, as he's reincarnated as a Millelith guard only days before the Rite of Descension! How will Ayanokouji Kiyotaka survive without any special abilities? All characters belong to their respective creators. Completed - Jan. 12th, 2024

Emiya despertó y la vio, entrando en aquella habitación temblando. Una niña de pelo rosa que no conocía del mundo, él solo había estado de paso sin interés en nadie o nada hasta que llegase la hora de volver a su lugar usual. ¿Entonces por qué no paraba de encontrarse con aquella mujer de pelo rosa y sonrisa brillante? Brillaba demasiado y gradualmente, se convirtió en su luz.