Novels by Lev Bodgan

In a vast field covered with green grass, two twin children ran joyfully. They looked like shadows chasing each other, running back and forth without getting tired. Their arms swung freely, laughing together, as if the world belonged only to the two of them.The first twin, a girl with curly hair flowing behind her, ran faster. Her face was cheerful, her pink lips stretched into a wide smile. She glanced back, seeing her sister slightly behind. "Come on, hurry up!" she shouted while laughing.Her sister, with the same bright blue eyes, tried to catch up, but her feet started to stumble little by little. Without realizing it, her steps became unstable, and eventually, she fell hard to the ground, her hands touching the dew-covered grass."Ow!" she cried out, but there was still a hint of laughter in her voice, even though there was pain in her body.The faster twin ran backward, seeing her sister fall. However, instead of helping, she just laughed. "Haha, you fell!" she said teasingly,

The Smith residence had changed. The house, once known as a place of power, luxury, and pride, had now become a house of mourning. Every room was filled with sorrow that haunted every corner. Everyone who had known Arkanza felt an overwhelming sense of loss, and tears flowed uncontrollably.The coffin placed in the center of the living room became the focal point. Arkanza’s body lay stiff inside, his once vibrant face now appearing calm, though marred with wounds. Maria, his mother, sat beside the coffin, wearing the last outfit Arkanza had worn, as if unwilling to let her son go.Around the coffin, Arkanza’s friends gathered—those who had once been part of his life, who had shared countless moments with him, now stood with bowed heads. Milan, Albert, Vikram, Barak, Valerie, Lilian, Norman, Amber, and many other relatives came to pay their final respects.Milan stood in a corner of the room, his tears streaming endlessly. There were no words he could say. His hands, usually steady and

While Adam knelt on the ground, crying, he was no longer a king—but a loser who had fallen in a battle he himself had created.In the distance, police sirens wailed, signaling that the era of Adam Smith had truly ended."And I was just counting each of your sins, father," he said coldly.But for a moment, Arkanza let his guard down. A small mistake that made him underestimate the danger that came.In a matter of seconds, Adam sprang up, wild and swift, grabbing the gun lying on the floor. A loud gunshot shattered the air.Arkanza dodged, but the bullet grazed his shoulder, leaving a burning, searing wound on his skin.Adam laughed, the sound manic amidst the tense silence. "Did you think I'd just sit still?" he growled, voice thick with hatred.Arkanza gave a thin smile, suppressing the spreading pain. "I knew you wouldn't surrender that easily," he replied calmly. "But this time, you will lose."Just as Arkanza moved to strike, the back door burst open. A figure he knew all too well

Everything turned into chaos.Police shouted, people scattered, and reporters chased like a pack of hungry dogs.Adam ran with all his might, cutting through narrow alleys behind the buildings, his breathing ragged, his eyes wild.In his mind, there was only one word: survive.This couldn't be happening.It wasn't fair.He, Adam Smith, was supposed to be immune to all this.He was supposed to be above the law, above the world.Sweat poured down his forehead as he kept running without direction.Arkanza watched the chase unfold from a small screen in his hand.He knew Adam would run.He had predicted it.Arkanza had no intention of stopping him now.There was still the final act to play.Calmly, he closed his phone, put on his jacket, and stepped out of the café into the cold night.Adam could run as far as he wanted.But he could never escape the truth.In a filthy corner of the city, Adam finally stopped, gasping, his body trembling.He leaned against a brick wall, his eyes searching

"Are you all stupid?!" Adam roared, slamming the table in the silent meeting room.His subordinates only lowered their heads, not daring to meet his bloodshot eyes."Who leaked the data?! Who betrayed us?!"Adam's voice echoed, full of anger and paranoia.No one answered.Because no one knew.Because their true enemy had never been seen—like a ghost lurking in the shadows.Adam clutched his hair, breathing heavily.Fear began to creep into his mind.He, the invincible Adam Smith, now couldn’t trust anyone.One by one, he began dismissing his subordinates, accusing without proof, firing managers, scolding secretaries, threatening lawyers.The Smith Corporation headquarters had turned into a minefield of fear.Everyone walked on shattered glass, terrified of becoming the next target of Adam’s wrath.From a distance, Arkanza watched it all.Through hidden CCTV feeds, through secret recordings sent by his informants.He saw Adam raging in the meeting room, smashing his phone, throwing cha

mThat night, the rain poured mercilessly, drenching every corner of the city.Behind the dark curtain of rain, a lone figure moved slowly through the darkness, leaving behind the grand and cold residence of the Smith family.Arkanza Lev Bodgan, the only son of Adam Smith and Isabella Bodgan, had now become nothing more than a shadow disappearing from the world that once raised him.No message. No farewell.He simply left—leaving everyone questioning, creating an empty void in the once-intricate and deceitful mansion.Arkanza knew this decision would leave many wounds. But he had to do it.To free himself, to uncover the truth, and most importantly: to bring down Adam Smith, his own father.A few days later, in a small town far from the bustling center, a man named Agni began to emerge among the ordinary crowd.No one knew who he was. No one questioned the small scar on his face or the sharp, secretive look in his eyes.Agni was Arkanza—who had discarded his old identity.He changed h

"Su Jian, clean the pigsty before lunch," a servant said slowly with a commanding tone, not fully focusing on him. The servant always looked satisfied with a smug expression, even though this was the task given to him.Su Jian nodded faintly. "But I..." Before he could finish his sentence, the servant left.Su Jian sighed, "Alright, it's fine. Let's finish this and then have lunch!" he said, trying to motivate himself.The pigsty behind the house looked very dirty. The foul smell stung his nose, and the pigs seemed very impatient to disturb him. Su Jian reluctantly approached the pigsty, carrying the cleaning tools that had been given to him. He hoped to finish the job quickly and return to the house to rest, but the pigs seemed to have other plans.As soon as he opened the pigsty door, the rumbling sound of the pigs filled the air. Several pigs immediately ran back and forth, jumping over each other as if they were racing. Su Jian tried to avoid the large steps taken by the pigs, but

The night had fallen over the Xia family estate. Stars flickered in the clear sky like scattered diamonds, and a cold breeze blew through the ancient courtyards. Su Jian was sitting on a small wooden stool in the courtyard, a sigh escaping his lips as he watched the moon.“How did I end up here again?” he muttered to himself, scratching his head. He looked at his calloused hands and then at the large family mansion around him. Every day, it felt like he was living in someone else's life—a life filled with cultivators, powerful martial arts, and people who looked at him like he was nothing.The only person who ever seemed to give him any attention—despite the occasional scolding—was Xia Lengyi. His wife, though distant, had defended him more and more lately. Still, Su Jian knew he was out of place here. He didn’t understand cultivation, and no matter how hard he tried, all the complex techniques seemed to bounce off his head like water off a rock.Inside the main hall, Xia Lengyi sat w

Kediaman keluarga Xia selalu tampak megah di siang hari. Bangunan-bangunan yang diukir dengan indah berdiri tegak, mewujudkan kemegahan keluarga pembudidaya bergengsi yang telah bertahan selama ratusan tahun. Namun, di balik keanggunan itu, suasana hari ini menegangkan. Su Jian berdiri di tengah aula besar keluarga Xia, diapit oleh dua penjaga dengan wajah tegas. Semua tatapan di ruangan itu dipenuhi dengan penghinaan dan hinaan, seolah-olah Su Jian tidak lebih dari seekor serangga yang mengganggu kedamaian mereka.Su Jian, seperti biasa, tampak bingung. Postur tubuhnya tegak, tetapi wajahnya mencerminkan campuran kepanikan dan kepolosan. Kemejanya sedikit kusut, sisa-sisa kekacauan sebelumnya. Pagi itu, saat membersihkan salah satu ruang artefak keluarga Xia, dia secara tidak sengaja menjatuhkan vas kuno yang, tanpa sepengetahuannya, berisi pecahan energi spiritual. Meskipun vas itu telah lama kehilangan fungsinya, insiden itu dengan cepat menyulut kemarahan beberapa anggota keluarga

Lengyi took a deep breath, as if feeling the morning air for the first time in a very long time. Her chest felt lighter, unlike the days before. Her head turned slowly, her eyes catching the image of Su Jian sleeping on the chair beside her bed. Su Jian looked exhausted, his head drooping with his body slumped awkwardly. Lengyi smiled faintly at the sight of him, warmth stirring in her heart.“What has he done to end up like this…” she murmured softly, her voice trembling slightly.Lengyi tried to move her body. Her hand lifted, fingers grasping the blanket. There was no pain. Carefully, she tried to sit up. A warmth spread through her body, something she hadn’t felt since returning from the battlefield. There was energy flowing within her, something both foreign and familiar at the same time.Lengyi’s eyes widened in shock. That strength—it was back. She could feel her meridians. The spiritual energy that had once felt empty now swirled gently within her body, like a small river comi

Su Jian opened the small wooden box and gazed at the golden pill inside. The pill emitted a faint glow, as though it had a life of its own. Su Jian’s heart pounded with both hope and doubt. Would this pill truly help? Or would it make things worse? But he had no other choice. This was the only hope he had.“Forgive me, Lengyi,” he whispered. “I have to do this. I can’t bear to see you suffer like this…”He gently lifted his wife’s head and carefully slipped the pill into her mouth. He poured small sips of water to help her swallow it. Lengyi blinked faintly, but she was far too weak to fully regain consciousness.Su Jian laid her head back onto the pillow and gripped her hand tightly. “Hold on, Lengyi. Please…”The night grew even quieter. But just as Su Jian began to feel some relief, a cold voice crept into his ears.“What are you doing here, Master?”Su Jian flinched, his head whipping around. He searched for the source of the voice but found nothing. The voice sighed and knocked o

Shen Wei scoffed mockingly. “A lowly son-in-law and his useless wife? You think I’m afraid of you?” Yet, in the end, he left with a disgruntled click of his tongue.Su Jian turned to look at Lengyi, who lowered her head, tears streaming down her cheeks. “I’ve only become a burden to you, Su Jian…”Su Jian gripped his wife’s shoulders firmly. “Don’t ever think that. You’re not a burden, Lengyi. I promise I’ll find a way to heal you.”Days passed, and Su Jian began searching tirelessly for ways to heal his wife’s shattered meridians. He traveled to remote places, seeking out skilled healers, even meeting cultivators with healing abilities. Yet all his efforts were in vain.One day, as Su Jian sat deep in thought by the edge of a small lake, an old man with long white hair approached him. His clothes were plain, but there was an inexplicable aura of majesty surrounding him.“You look desperate, young man,” the old man said.Su Jian looked at him in confusion. “I… I just want to heal my w