Scared, alone with no one to help her, Y/n goes about her life trapped in this killing game. But who says that isn't the correct choice? Who says what's right and what's wrong? Does it really matter who dies?

Y/N Moonshine, the great granddaughter of Merlin himself. Her journey through Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry leave people slightly cautious of her, maybe because of her family tree? But Y/N still manages to catch the eye of a well known Slytherin boy, and he doesn't hesitate to get close to the student who's known as the Spoilt Little Rich Girl.

Rei, a former samurai lieutenant is reincarnated into the body of an 8 year old, who happens to be the main villainess in a romance novel for foreign girls. A villainess destined to be executed by her fiancé the crown prince for cruelty towards the heroine of the novel. To avoid being executed she must to make allies among her enemies, get out of the heroine's way, and untangle herself from the poisonous intrigue of court the best she can in the role of a future courtier. However, the vaguely described backdrop said nothing about the conflicts building beyond the heroine's understanding, or that women weren't allowed on the battlefield. I am honestly left speechless. I am very touched and honored by all the attention, by all the sweet, beautiful and fun comments I've received over the last month, it's been truly amazing. To those who already enjoy it, I hope you will continue to do so. To those who decide to pick it up, I hope you have as much fun with it as I did!

In the killing game, only two can remain alive. Kill someone to leave. Survival of the fittest. In the fight for survival, bonds are made and broken. And these bonds could also change an entire story. ***** Disclaimer: There are definitely going to be spoilers for v3 and none of the Danganronpa characters are mine. They all belong to their respective owners, Kodaka, Team Danganronpa, and Spike Chunsoft. ~ Spoilers, slight trigger warning(?) (briefly mentioned)

BOOK 1 『𝓞𝓯 𝓢𝓸𝓯𝓽 𝓗𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓢𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓹𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓼』 ~~*~~ 1952. The war has ended, but nothing is settled. In the ashes of old empires and crumbling estates, a new order fights to emerge. The streets murmur of democratic socialism and intellectual rebellion; the monarchy endures, but quietly trembles. The country rebuilds brick by rationed brick - and not all scars are visible. At the heart of this uneasy peace stands Edevane University, a centuries-old institution perched on a moor above the Thames, a river that flows through London and into the North Sea. Founded by scholars who once whispered in code to avoid heresy, Edevane has always nurtured the restless, the brilliant, and the dangerous. Eleanor Hartwell arrives with polished shoes and sharper ambitions. A working-class girl with a scholarship and a mouth too quick for her own good, she's ready to rise. To be brilliant. To burn things down and rewrite the rules-preferably in red lipstick and heels. When she catches the eye of Professor Arlen Vexley, a war-scarred philosopher with dangerously unreadable eyes, Eleanor is certain she's the heroine of her own story: brilliant girl meets brilliant man, both broken, both beautiful. --*-- "𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏." ~~*~~

Waking up in a place they call "just a private clinic." I encountered a strange psychic woman who claimed she could read emotions. As I regained consciousness, I felt an inexplicable sense of loss. It wasn't just a vague feeling; it was as if a part of my memories had vanished. All I knew was that I was in the kingdom of Greleste, one of the more peaceful realms amidst the ongoing war between Vertrag and Senf. Greleste was currently focused on avoiding conflict and maintaining its tranquility. Regarding my lost memories, I recalled that I wasn't human but a semi-immortal being from the celestial realms. .....I must be a fallen angel, then.

Unbeknownst to their friends, the killers have a twisted motive: one fueled by jealousy and betrayal, the other drawn in by manipulation and a thirst for chaos. As the body count rises, secrets unravel, and paranoia grips the group. No one knows who to trust, and the killers seem to be always one step ahead. Set against the backdrop of urban life, this psychological slasher explores themes of betrayal, influence, and the terrifying realization that sometimes, the people closest to you can become your greatest threat. Who will survive the night, and what will it take to unmask the killers?

No one has ever truly accepted me my whole life... My mom always advised me to be myself, be friendly, smile at people, and have confidence. I've tried so hard to follow her advice to make friends, but I've always been seen as attention-seeking, an outsider to friend groups, someone irrelevant to their lives. It's like no one even sees me. I've been experiencing a lot of stress and anxiety lately, especially now that I'm in my 30s. I'm single, living far from my family, without friends, feeling lonely, and overwhelmed with work. Sometimes, I worry that I'll be alone forever, without any meaningful relationships. It's tough being in this situation, feeling like a sad woman living alone in my small, nasty apartment. On my day off, I always find solace in playing my favorite game, 'Everlasting Power from the Heart'. It's my go-to for cheering up. However, after a meteor crashed down on me, I've been reincarnated as one of the characters from that intense otome game I used to play. Out of all the characters in the game, why do I have to be the villainess?! Reagan, who has no fate but to be the brattiest b*tch of the game!! F*ck it!! Does God really hate me that much, that my life has no purpose but to die being alone?? Why do I have to be treated this way?...

This is a HUNTERxHUNTER (by Yoshihiro Togashi) fanfiction... --*-- "𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆--𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍." ነጎጋ፱ዪጎ wields powers. Surpassing even "Nen." It is a gift--or perhaps a curse--bestowed upon them by both the "Celestials" and the "Void." It's nameless, an unseen force that turns sheer will into an unbreakable armor. It peels back the veil of time just enough to glimpse the future. It allows the mind to read intention before action, to unravel an enemy before they strike. And then there's the rarest aspect of all--the ability to impose one's will upon others. The weak collapse. The uncertain tremble. Even the strong hesitate. Such are the spoils of wandering between dimensions, of tearing through worlds not meant to be touched. But in the end, it meant nothing. Those powers were stripped from ነጎጋ፱ዪጎ, ripped away like they were never theirs to begin with. All they have left are memories--hollow echoes of what once was. And memories alone hold less power. ...Memories...? --*-- P.S. 𝕎𝕙𝕠𝕒! 𝕀𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝔻𝕖𝕤𝕔𝕣𝕚𝕡𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕕𝕚𝕕𝕟'𝕥 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕖, 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕪--𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕔𝕜 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕀ℕ𝕋ℝ𝕆𝔻𝕌ℂ𝕋𝕀𝕆ℕ 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕒 𝕔𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕣 𝕡𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕠𝕠𝕜'𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥. 🫥