My Hero Academia Crossover

Immortal Emperor Dao was tricked into believing that capturing the wheel of time and space would fulfil his longtime wish of having children and a Dao companion of his own, but he ended up losing his original body, and his soul travelling through space into Earth possessing Old Ye who has eleven grandchildren. "Grandpa, I lost my job because my Boss instructed me to tell you to sell the Old Ye property" "Is your boss tired of living? Don't work for him, a Boss like that isn't even worthy to be the shoe carrier of Emperor Dao's grandson" "Grandpa, My husband's family want me to divorce my husband because I couldn't give birth to a child" "Is just giving birth to a child, I will give you a pill that you will give birth to triplet, are they worthy to be in-laws of Emperor Dao? They should be burning incense to their ancestors for getting such an undeserving opportunity" Heaven above and Earth below, who can make prideful Emperor Dao lower his head?

🏆 ["Silver Prize" and "New Rising Star" in System Activated of "Meganovel Biannual Writing Contest"] 🏆Transmigrating into a cultivation world, Wushu Shengli found himself in an outer disciple’s body! With his trash cultivation talent, he feared that he wouldn’t live long in a world filled with young masters, hidden powerhouses, and immortal gods who could overturn the world! Fortunately, his golden finger arrived in time! [Cultivation Sign-In System has integrated into the host’s soul!] -Ding! [Since it’s the host’s first sign-in, the host will receive a random Supreme Grade reward!] -Ding! [Sign-in Complete! Host receives Supreme Cultivation Talent!] After receiving an unrivaled cultivation talent, Shengli truly felt invincible in the cultivation world! Cultivation resources? Just sign-in! Receive a thousand-year-old spiritual vein! Cultivation technique? Just sign-in! Receive the inheritance of a sword immortal! Cultivation physique? Just sign-in! Receive an Immortal Body Physique! Young masters? Just sign-in! Receive a Face-Slapping Manual 101! Jade beauties? Sorry, women will only affect the speed at which I draw my sword! “I become invincible after signing in!”

Just because of a prophecy, the Divine Dao toyed with the Universe as it pleased. It created endless cycles of destruction and rebirth, caring nothing for the lives of trillions within it. Ironically, all of this was done because of a prophecy that foretold the birth of a young man from the lower world who would one day kill it. *** Jhi Chen… with his sword, he split the earth, pierced the heavens, and slew both Gods and Demons. “No matter if they are Gods, Demons, or even the Dao itself. If there is no justice for all living beings, I will destroy it! Remember this name, Jhi Chen!”

Throughout his entire life, he was known as the Hero. People praised him, relied on him, and worshipped him as a symbol of hope. Yet beneath all of that admiration, no one truly cared about him. To them, he was nothing more than a tool—a weapon forged to fight demon. Betrayed by those he trusted, exploited by the kingdom he swore to protect, and forced to walk a path chosen by fate, the Hero ultimately sacrificed his life to slay the Demon King. He thought everything was finally over. But when he opened his eyes, he found himself reincarnated in a world of cultivation—a ruthless realm where cultivators defy the heavens in pursuit of immortality. Even the death itself had failed to set him free. The Hero laughed, does he have to accept another miserable life? No! Then this time, he would not be a hero. He would become a calamity. He would become the villain who destroys everything that dares to dictate his fate. "I spent my entire life praying to the Heavens for death, yet now they have given me another life. You want to toy with me? Fine. Then I'll burn the Heavens!"

Zenith was once the ‘Elite Cog,’ the pinnacle protector of Magitek, until he failed. His failure to detect an ancient poison curse trapped the Empress in stasis, costing him his identity. He now lives as the Exile Mechanic, a nihilistic junk scavenger who channels his pain solely through confusing, absurd jokes. However, when the Caledonian witch clans invade, Zenith’s ragged form can no longer conceal the Warlord’s combat memories. Forced to protect the teenage Crown Prince, he must balance the brutal ferocity of his military mode with the ridiculous buffoonery of his Exile persona. Fleeing across the Kingdom, Zenith and the Prince uncover a secret darker than his initial failure: the failure was not a mechanical glitch, but the work of ancient fate bound by the King’s Forbidden Oath. To destroy this curse and reawaken the Empress, Zenith must stop running from himself. He must learn to embrace the duality of the Warlord and the Clown, organize the remaining Magitek Legions, and prove that sometimes, the best way to maintain sanity against the horrors of war is to turn them into a joke.

They cast him out to die. They never imagined he would return as the Guardian of Midgard. Cast into the lower world by his own blood and left for dead, Kael was meant to disappear from history. But fate had other plans. Years later, he returns as the Guardian of Midgard—a legendary warrior who has walked the path of the sword and reached a realm beyond imagination. Those who betrayed his family and harmed the people he cherishes will all face judgment at the edge of his blade. With a single sword, Kael has split the earth, pierced the heavens, and forced gods and demons to bow. Now, the Guardian has returned. "Whether they are monsters, gods, or demons... if they bring suffering to those under my protection, I will cut them down."

“Take this, it will be enough for you. It's a cheque of $3,000,000. It will be more than enough for a bum like you.” Liam looked at his wife as she held the cheque to his face, “I do not need your money, you can have it.” Liam walked out of the building, he pulled out his phone, and called someone. In a few minutes, a fleet of cars pulled up and men came down calling him ‘My Lord, it is an honor to see you.” Liam Grayson was known as the Lord Supreme Of Kundra, the third most powerful man in the world. He goes into retirement to live a peaceful life with a woman he fell in love with. But three years later after helping his wife reach the pinnacle of success in the city, she hands him a divorce paper calling him nothing but a bum. Liam looks at her and signs the papers. He leaves the building not even up to an hour, A fleet of supercars arrives with guards coming down to greet Liam. It is then that his ex-wife's family begins to regret their decision, the question is who was Liam Grayson?!

I, LONG ZHENTIAN......... was always called a jinx. After my adoptive parents died, the Azure Dragon Hall merely tolerated my presence until I awakened a peerless Indigo Spirit Root. Instead of earning their respect, my extraordinary talent rewarded me with a stab in the back by my own Senior Brother. Stripped of my cultivation foundation and thrown into the Forbidden Demon Ocean to rot, I learned that some waters do not consume the broken, but reforge them. Carrying the primordial weight of a forgotten universe within my me, I am finally returning to the surface world. The arrogant empires that built their glory upon my suffering will soon watch their supreme heavens fall.

When faced with the impeding doom of Scria, First Prince Elrand Daewynd, possibly one of the the strongest 'hero' alive decides to. . .do nothing? In fact, his desire to help it along far outweighs and impulse to protect it. He hates Scria, and every 'hero' alive would second that. Therefore, Elrand decides to take a front seat and watch the destruction of Scria, all while relaxing himself and remaining neutral. He however, is faced with a harsh reality, there is no nuetral zones in between warring entities. . .

“I’m major Kaelen, I live in this forest before you, this is my kingdom, and I will take you all down one after the other. Look closely at the ground beneath your boots, soldiers. That soil is already hungry. You arrived here thinking you were an army. You are just meat walking into a larder. You do not command this space; the shadows command you, and I am the hand that guides them. I will not fight your formations. I will bleed you drop by drop. Your patrols will disappear without a whisper. Your sentries will wake up finding the razor edge of my knife where their breath used to be. Go ahead, try to advance. You will find that retreat is impossible, surrender is irrelevant, and the only mercy you will receive is the speed of my strike. You will die lost, you will die afraid, and you will die remembering the sound of my name echoing through the impenetrable darkness. This is not a war you are fighting. This is an execution you insisted upon.”