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The Last Zekaron: Reborn for Absolute Revenge

The Last Zekaron: Reborn for Absolute Revenge

Trapped at the bottom of the corporate hierarchy, Lucas thought loyalty and hard work would earn him a future. Instead, his best friend Damon framed him for embezzlement, his fiancée Jessica abandoned him for status, and ruthless CEO Lancelot Peterson ordered his execution in a rain-slicked alley. But as blood pooled in the mud, a golden prompt ignited in his vision: Supreme Revenge Cultivation System Initializing... Waking up three years in the past, Lucas carries his memories, a ruthless mind, and a system that converts every public face-slap, broken conspiracy, and dead enemy into raw cultivation power. From executing a high-stakes public slap at the very engagement party that ruined his past life to hacking corporate broadcast networks with live evidence of his killers' crimes, Lucas transforms every trap into an arena for retribution. But as his power surges, a dormant ancient tablet reacts to his touch, unlocking a shockwave across the cultivation underworld and awakening the spirit guide Mandolin: Lucas is no ordinary victim—he is the last surviving heir of the supreme, long-lost Zekaron Immortal Bloodline. With the fiercely loyal Esther—a clinic assistant carrying a rare ancient healer lineage—by his side, Lucas wages an escalating war through underground fight arenas, corporate boardrooms, and secret realm rifts. As Damon spirals into paranoid madness and Lancelot unleashes dark cultivation syndicates to harvest the city's spiritual veins, Lucas dismantles every enemy layer by layer without a single step back. When ancient corrupted ancestors breach dimensional portals to drain the continent, the silent victim of the past stands at the peak of the modern world. Armed with god-tier techniques, a fully awakened bloodline, and an evolving System, Lucas will crush the betrayers, protect those who stood by him, and ascend as the ultimate Overlord of both mortal and immortal realms.
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Chapter: 22
"Hold on to me," Lucas barked, his fingers digging into Esther's blood-soaked jacket as the stone bridge beneath their boots cracked and plummeted into the endless grey fog."I can't feel my hands, Lucas," Esther choked out, her cold lips pressed against his neck as another wave of heavy spatial pressure slammed into them. "The mist is taking everything.""You aren't dying out here," Lucas spat, his lungs burning like open fire as he leaped over a three-foot gap of crumbling rock.[System Warning: 12 Minutes Elapsed in Decay Zone.][Lifespan Deduction: -6%.][Current Remaining Lifespan: 5 Years, 8 Months, 14 Days.][Warning: Linked Vessel Core Instability at 78%. Immediate Preservation Required.]Lucas spat a thick glob of black blood onto the ancient stone, forcing his legs forward through the thick fog.The grey air whipped around them like living blades, slicing small, shallow cuts across his cheeks and shoulders. Every drop of blood that escaped his skin vanished into the fog, dra
Last Updated: 2026-08-23
Chapter: 21
"I've got you!" Lucas screamed, his fingers slamming shut around Esther's wrist as cold dark air tore at his lungs.The penthouse, the city lights, and Malakor's mocking face vanished into a blinding swirl of grey mist and roaring spatial pressure.Lucas held on with both hands, his chest burning as the portal dragged them through thin air like rocks hurled down a mountain. The pressure crushed his ribs, squeezing every drop of oxygen from his lungs until his vision turned black at the edges.They hit the hard floor together, tumbling across cracked stone flagstones before sliding to a stop against a shattered pillar."Esther!" Lucas coughed, spitting a thick mouthful of dark crimson blood onto the grey dust. "Are you breathing?!"Esther lay beside him, her face completely drained of color, her chest barely moving under her torn shirt. Her eyes flickered open weakly, but her focus was completely unfocused."Lucas..." Esther whispered, her voice raspy and thin. "It feels like... like m
Last Updated: 2026-08-23
Chapter: 20
"They're dropping like flies," Lucas growled, his voice rasping against the cold night air as he stood on the lip of the forty-story rooftop.Below him, Sector 4 was turning into a silent graveyard. Pale, wispy strands of blue life force rose from the dark streets like mist, twisting through the air toward the glowing apex of the Lancelot Corporate Tower two miles away."Lucas!" Esther called out, dragging her breath in short, painful gasps as she scrambled up the iron fire escape ladder behind him. "The drain is getting stronger near the center! We can't stay out in the open like this!"Lucas didn't turn around. His chest felt like an iron anvil was pressing down on his sternum, burning away his lungs with every single breath.[System Warning: Environmental Life Drain Active.][City-wide Life Drain Reaches Critical Limit In: 47 Minutes, 12 Seconds.][Host Current Lifespan: 7 Years, 2 Months, 11 Days.][Warning: Passive Depletion Rate Increased by 12% Per Kilometer Approaching the Sou
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Chapter: 19
"He took my blood," Lucas said, his thumbs digging into the faint purple puncture mark on his inner forearm."They got what they came for," Vance spat, drawing a dark steel blade from his belt and pacing across the concrete floor. "A single drop of uncorrupted Zekaron essence is enough to anchor a tracking array across three city sectors.""Then we don't sit here waiting to get cornered," Lucas rasped, forcing his legs over the edge of the cot.His heart slammed against his ribs like a trapped beast as he stood up, his vision swimming for a fraction of a second before his feet locked into the concrete floor."You can't even stand without shaking!" Esther grabbed his elbow, trying to push him back onto the mattress. "Your meridians are torn to ribbons, Lucas! If you circulate qi right now, your heart will explode!""Let go of me," Lucas growled, shoving her hand off his arm with enough force to send her stumbling back against the metal table."Look!" Eli screamed, pointing his tremblin
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Chapter: 18
"Wake up," Esther said, pressing a burning herbal poultice directly into the open, scorched skin on Lucas's left shoulder.Lucas jolted upright, his vision flashing pure white as agony tore through his nerve endings. He reached out blindly, his left hand locking around her throat before his conscious mind even registered where he was."Lucas, stop!" Esther gasped, her hands slapping against his blood-stained wrist. "It's me! You're safe!"Lucas lowered his hand slowly, breathing heavily as he looked around the cramped, dimly lit room. Concrete walls, thick steel support beams, and no windows. A single flickering overhead bulb cast long, harsh shadows across a makeshift medical cot."Where are we?" Lucas rasped, his throat dry like sandpaper."Underground," a deep, rasping voice answered from the dark corner of the safe house.A tall man stepped out from the shadows, wearing a heavy leather coat with a faint, faded emblem of a crested dragon burned into the sleeve. He tossed a metal fl
Last Updated: 2026-08-23
Chapter: 17
"Fifty million spirit coins!" a noble shouted from the upper balcony, leaning over the golden rail."Sixty million!" another syndicate boss barked, waving a dark velvet paddle. "I want the boy's Zekaron blood for my personal alchemy chamber!"Lucas stood in the center of the bloody sand pit, his chest heavy and bleeding from the raw cracks across his flesh. High above the ring, the Arena Master slammed his brass gavel down, his smile stretching wide across his pale face."Do I hear seventy million for the pure Zekaron descendant?" the Arena Master yelled into the array speaker. "His bloodline can refine ten thousand soul pills!""One hundred million," a sharp, aristocratic voice echoed from the shadowed VIP suite.The entire colosseum fell dead silent. The crowds turned toward the highest box, where a man in a pristine charcoal suit stood near the bulletproof glass."Lancelot," Lucas spat, his knuckles turning white as he stared up at the suite. "You bastard."Lancelot stepped into th
Last Updated: 2026-08-23
MUTE BUT ALMIGHTY: Return of the Archmage

MUTE BUT ALMIGHTY: Return of the Archmage

Lucas, a modern strategic genius, dies and wakes up in the body of Lancelot Peterson—the mute, magically crippled bastard son of a powerful noble house. Betrayed by his family, discarded by his fiancée Jessica, and publicly humiliated by his half-brother Damon, Lancelot was bound by a multi-layered geometric seal designed to strip his mana, silence his voice, and ensure his death in obscurity. They believed he was a broken cripple. They were wrong. Inheriting the ancient, fragmented memories of a legendary Archmage, Lucas views magic not as mystical incantations, but as raw, alterable geometric code. Where others see unbreakable curses, he sees broken lines waiting to be rewritten. Beginning at the absolute bottom in the dark, abandoned Cursed Wing of the estate, Lucas begins systematically dismantling his seal strand by strand. With every rewritten spell, a faint heat-shimmer distorts the air around his fingers, and a forgotten sovereign sigil flashes across his palm. While Damon scrambles to keep control through private assassination squads, poisoned gifts, and rigged duels, Lucas turns every trap back on his executioners without ever speaking a single word. From solving "unsolvable" ancient puzzles in front of the high court to turning high-tier spell formations against their casters, his silent face-slaps shatter his family's hold and force the high nobility into paranoia. When a royal decree banishes him to the perilous borderlands under imperial supervision, Lucas uses the exile to uncover buried ancient ruins, break through High Mage thresholds, and unlock the true origin of his curse: it was never just a seal to rob him of his inheritance—it was an ancient key designed to hide the true sovereign bloodline from the usurpers sitting on the First Throne.
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Chapter: 42
"Bring the accused forward and bind their feet to the central trial glyphs!" Magistrate Julian shouted from the high obsidian gallery, his heavy gavel slamming against the marble railing with a sharp, deafening strike.Lucas stepped into the center of the Supreme Spire's circular trial floor, his black boots leaving faint, glowing purple footprints on the cold dark stone.Beside him, Patriarch Vane fell to his knees, his hands trembling violently as he pressed his forehead against the freezing floor.Damon stood five paces away, held upright by two gold-armored imperial guards, his face pale as chalk, his right shoulder bound in blood-stained bandages from the failed ritual."Heir Lucas Peterson and Patriarch Vane Peterson of the outer Peterson Clan stand accused of high treason, illegal core alteration, and defying royal summons!" Magistrate Julian declared, his voice amplified by the court's sound arrays. "Representing the First Throne's high bench today is Lord High Investigator Ma
Last Updated: 2026-09-08
Chapter: 41
"Step down from the black carriage and present your soul tokens for high security inspection," the lead gate warden roared, his heavy iron spear slamming against the stone threshold with a deafening crash.Lucas pushed the heavy carriage door open and stepped onto the ancient flagstones of the High Spire's outer plaza, his leather coat snapping in the cold mountain air.Esther stepped out right behind him, her right hand resting flat against the hidden daggers at her waist, her dark eyes darting across the high granite walls.Sixteen gold-armored guards lined the narrow archway, their hands gripping heavy spirit-suppression staffs that hummed with a low, oppressive blue frequency."The Peterson Clan carriage carries two prisoners under royal summons," the Grand Imperial Herald announced, riding his warhorse up to the iron gate post. "Hand over the spatial suppression shackles immediately.""There will be no shackles placed on my wrists, Herald," Lucas said, his dark eyes fixing on the
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Chapter: 40
"Get up from the floor, Vane, or I drag you through the clan gates by your collar," Lucas said, his dark eyes fixed on the trembling old man kneeling beside the ancestral altar.Patriarch Vane pushed himself up with his iron cane, his gold-embroidered robes covered in white dust, his breathing shallow and ragged."The capital guard escort is waiting at the outer gates, Lucas," Patriarch Vane whispered, his cloudy eyes filled with absolute dread. "If we step out of this manor under a royal death warrant, neither of us makes it to the court alive.""The guard escort isn't here to kill us on the road," Lucas said, his voice cold, flat, and dead. "First Prince Valerius wants us breathing when we enter the Supreme Spire so he can execute the Peterson bloodline in front of the entire assembly.""You don't understand the power of the First Throne!" Vane choked out, clutching his chest as his heart hammered wildly. "They have three Saint-realm grandmasters watching the high court! Your spatia
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Chapter: 39
"Pick up the signet ring, old man, or I crush your neck right here on the public flagstones," Lucas said, his tone dead, cold, and flat as his boots pressed harder against Damon's bleeding back.Patriarch Vane did not reach for his iron cane. He bent his back slowly, his wrinkled, liver-spotted fingers picking up the bloody blue-falcon ring from the dirt."Dismiss the spectators and clear the inner ancestral hall," Patriarch Vane commanded the surrounding guards, his voice raspy and hollow. "The First Heir and I will speak alone."Ten minutes later, inside the heavy obsidian doors of the Peterson Clan's private ancestral sanctuary, the roar of the public arena died away into absolute silence.Lucas stood five paces from the high altar where hundred of ancestral spirit tablets rested under glowing blue protective array lamps.Patriarch Vane closed the heavy iron doors behind them, placing the royal signet ring onto a silver tray resting beside the main spirit tablet."You think you won
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Chapter: 38
"Guards, arrest the Vice-Patriarch for treason against the high council!" Magistrate Julian roared from the elevated box, his hands slamming against the balcony rail so hard the wood split down the middle.Lucas didn't wait for the capital guards to move. He slammed Vice-Patriarch Damon into the stone altar floor, his boots crunching down on the Vice-Patriarch's ruined, bleeding right shoulder.Damon gasped, coughing up thick globs of black blood as the violent energy backlash tore through his internal meridians."You think a forged projection saves you, coreless trash?" Damon choked out, his eyes bloodshot as he pointed his broken left hand at the side columns. "Malakor, activate the secondary blood-drain! Kill every witness in the tiers!"Chief Alchemist Malakor scrambled toward the brass control pedestal, his hands shaking as he reached for the central blood stone.Lucas didn't even turn his head. He flicked his left wrist, firing a three-inch needle of compressed spatial force str
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Chapter: 37
"Bind his wrists to the iron pillars and ignite the blood-curse cauldrons before the capital envoy takes his seat!" Vice-Patriarch Damon shouted, his voice echoing across the wide, circular stone plaza of the Peterson clan's main ritual grounds.Lucas did not struggle as four gold-armored executioners dragged heavy iron chains across his shoulders, pinning his body against the central sacrificial pillar.The morning sun hit the high spectator tiers, illuminating hundreds of capital nobles, regional clan patriarchs, and guild elders sitting in rigid, silent formation.In the elevated imperial box, Mid-Level Capital Magistrate Julian adjusted his blue velvet robes, eyeing the glowing crimson runes etched into the plaza stone below."Is the exiles' core truly neutralized, Vice-Patriarch Damon?" Magistrate Julian called down, his tone dry and clinical. "The High Council will not tolerate a chaotic outburst during an official clan purification.""The coreless trash is completely bound, You
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Wheel of Time: The Heir who isn't Useless

Wheel of Time: The Heir who isn't Useless

Urban / Hidden Heir / Medical Genius / Revenge / Power Fantasy "He’s a useless, broken parasite. Throw him out." For eighteen years, Lyon Darlington lived as an outcast in his own home. Confined to a wheelchair after a mysterious childhood "accident," he was ridiculed by his family, cheated on by his materialistic girlfriend, and replaced by Nathaniel—the "perfect" adopted heir. They saw him as trash, a cold-eyed cripple who only consumed their wealth. They didn't know that Lyon was a biomedical engineering god and trauma surgery genius. They didn't know he was single-handedly keeping their crumbling empire afloat from the shadows. And they certainly didn't know that under the secret alias "L. Blackwood," he controlled the most dominant medical tech conglomerate in the world. When the Darlingtons finally push him too far and cast him into the street, Lyon stops protecting them. He doesn't rage. He doesn't beg. He simply steps back—and lets their world collapse. One by one, the traps fall: Frozen accounts. Bankrupt manufacturing plants. Public humiliations that strip away their arrogant masks. As his ex-girlfriend begs on her knees, his former rivals are ruined, and his family realizes the monster they embraced while discarding their true blood, Lyon watches from his high-rise tower with an ice-cold stare. The floor is disappearing beneath their feet. And Lyon is about to show them who actually owns the ground.
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Chapter: 29
[POV: Lyon Darlington]"Execute the transfer," Lyon said, his voice flat as he pointed at the glass terminal screen. "Absorb every remaining asset into the Blackwood medical portfolio."Lancelot tapped the screen twice. "The Darlington holding name has officially been wiped from the national corporate registry. The family name no longer exists on any commercial board.""Good," Lyon said, his fingers resting motionless on his wheelchair armrests. "Where are the remaining sisters?""Connie and Lydia were evicted from their apartment an hour ago," Lancelot replied, stepping back. "They tried to use their mother's old black card at a local cafe, but the system flagged it as stolen property. They are currently sitting on the sidewalk with their suitcases."On the wall display, a brief news clip showed Connie screaming at a tow truck driver as he hitched her sports car to his winch. Her makeup was smeared, and her high heels were broken at the ankles."They brought this on themselves," Jess
Last Updated: 2026-10-04
Chapter: 28
[POV: Lyon Darlington]"They are leading Chairman Victor Vane out in handcuffs right now," Lancelot reported, his dark boots clicking against the polished concrete floor of the Blackwood research bay. "Every financial network in the country is broadcasting the arrest live."Lyon did not turn his wheelchair toward the ceiling-mounted monitors. His fingers hovered over the glass touch interface controlling the localized magnetic resonance array."I do not care about Victor Vane's television rating," Lyon said, his voice flat and perfectly steady. "Check the impedance levels on the neural bridge electrodes.""Impedance is holding at zero point four ohms," Dr. Jessica called out from inside the sterile glass surgical room. Her surgical mask covered her nose and mouth, but her dark eyes were wide with intense concentration. "The patient's motor cortex signal is firing."On the surgical bed behind the reinforced glass, a thirty-two-year-old former construction worker lay prone, his exposed
Last Updated: 2026-10-04
Chapter: 27
[POV: Lyon Darlington]"They think filing a countersuit protects them," Lyon said, his fingers tapping a rhythmic pattern against his titanium armrest. "Print the entire financial audit package."Mandolin leaned down, placing a warm tablet into Lyon's hands. "The international freeze orders hit their accounts four minutes ago. Chairman Victor Vane is currently trapped in his executive office with twelve federal marshals outside his glass doors.""The marshals are too late," Lyon said flatly. His eyes scanned the scrolling green code on his wall monitors. "He already signed the liquidation transfer. Read me the third paragraph."Mandolin cleared his throat. "The Vane Conglomerate hereby transfers seventy percent of its commercial health assets to the offshore holding group run by Nathaniel Darlington, effective immediately upon arrest.""Nathaniel is sitting in a federal detention cell," Dr. Jessica said, stepping into the Blackwood command room. She held a stack of signed hospital tra
Last Updated: 2026-10-04
Chapter: 26
[POV: Lucas Darlington]"They missed the deadline," Lancelot said, his voice flat as he stood behind Lucas's wheelchair in the high-tech sanctuary of the Blackwood command suite. "The seventy-two hours expired six minutes ago, Master Lucas."Lucas didn't turn his chair. He kept his eyes fixed on the digital wall monitors displaying the global market exchanges. "They didn't just miss it. They launched their counter-offensive.""The injunction papers were served to our legal desk at eight this morning," Mandolin said, walking into the room with a silver tray bearing a single dark tablet. "The Vane Conglomerate filed three simultaneous lawsuits in the federal circuit court. They claim Blackwood's core neural interface stolen IP."Lucas adjusted his titanium glasses with his index finger. "Standard procedure for a dying beast. What else?""They went after your medical competency," Mandolin continued, tapping the tablet interface to project three major news feeds onto the main wall. "A coo
Last Updated: 2026-10-04
Chapter: 25
[POV: Lucas Darlington]"He is five minutes early," Lancelot said, his voice dropping through the encrypted earpiece as he adjusted the tactical earpiece wire against his collar. "Two vehicles pulled into the underground sub-level. Chairman Vane is inside the bulletproof Maybach. He brought three bodyguards, but none of them are armed with firearms—our sensors swept them at the gate."Lucas did not turn his wheelchair away from the glass observation window overlooking the private Blackwood testing courtyard."Let him up," Lucas said, his tone flat, even, and completely cold. "Search his shoes and his watch for frequency bugs. Strip his security detail down to one escort. If any of them steps past the threshold line without permission, break their knees.""Understood, Master Lucas," Lancelot replied. "Mandolin has cleared the ninth floor."Lucas rolled his chair back from the window, adjusting his glasses with his thumb. The quiet hum of his motorized wheels echoed softly against the r
Last Updated: 2026-10-03
Chapter: 24
[POV: Lucas Darlington]"Execute the transfer now," Lucas said into his collar microphone, his fingers resting motionless on the mahogany arms of his wheelchair.The stage spotlights at the Capital Medical Convention burned hot against his neck, casting his shadow wide over the empty wooden lectern. Below him, two police officers dragged Nathaniel through the side exit in heavy steel cuffs. Nathaniel's screams still echoed off the high rafters, a pathetic, ragged sound that died out the moment the acoustic doors sealed shut."Server nodes three through seven are fully synchronized, Master Lucas," Mandolin's steady voice came through the encrypted ear piece. "The media packages have landed on every primary broadcast desk in the country. Distribution is at one hundred percent."Lucas did not smile. He didn't blink. He adjusted his titanium-framed glasses with his right index finger, watching the blue digital clock on the podium count down the seconds.Across the nation, every major news
Last Updated: 2026-10-03
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