First-Person POV

Kelvin Stewart is a junior high school student with big dreams—becoming a successful, wealthy businessman. However, his life has not been easy. Born into a poor family, Kelvin and his mother were left homeless after their house was sold to pay off his late father's debts. They were forced to live under a bridge. At school, Kelvin was the target of hatred from many students because of his background as the son of a scavenger. Every day, he was attacked with harsh words, humiliated, and often even tortured by student named Zico and two of his men. One day, in a quiet alley on his way home from school, Kelvin was brutally attacked by Zico and his men. His body was almost destroyed and he had almost lost hope, but at the last second, he unexpectedly obtained a system that saved him from death. Without that system, he would never have had a chance to survive. However, the question is—what will happen to Kelvin Stewart's life after he gets the system?

Daniel Biao was kicked out of his family when he was only 10. From that day he was adopted by a mystery old man, who taught him all kinds of knowledge. At the age of 16, he became the best killer on Dark Web. At 17 he got his PhD degree in the best university. At 20 he became the most famous doctor among the rich guys... However, when he was 24, he disappeared. The richest men are all trying to find out him to save their lives, people on dark web are trying to find him to assassinate their enemies... In Cloud city, a young man walked into Wilson family, he took out a marriage contract and was mocked. “The loser like you want to marry our daughter? It’s a daydream!” But Daniel just shredded the contract. “No, I’m here to regret it.”

" Finally, I have found you guys" he paused before he continued " After hunting for you all this while, you guys can't escape any longer" " Who are you? And why have you been hunting for us?" I asked him while watching his every move " You don't need to know who I am but I was hunting for you because you are the key, the key that was hidden for sixteen years. THE SECRET KEY I burst out laughing "What's funny?" He asked puzzled " We don't know what you are saying about Hyacinth being the secret key but you are forgetting something very important" "What is that?" " We are the HUNTERS NOT THE HUNTED"

Being dumped when his wife had a high position and was underestimated by many people. Aaron didn't think it was a hardship for him. Because they didn't know about him, he was the one who helped his ex-wife in times of trouble, and he was the most honourable person. When they find out, they will be speechless because they won't be able to reach him again.

Ethan Vance, the legendary warrior, was stabbed in the back by his closest ally at the peak of the final dungeon raid. Instead of death, he wakes up as a seventeen-year-old disgraced noble and magic-academy dropout in a parallel world, one destined to face the exact same apocalypse in just five years. Worse, the twelve traitors who sold out his past life are already here, masquerading as elite teenage prodigies. Armed with max-level combat instincts and a fake ‘Berserker Awakening’ cover story that gives him a license for total chaos, Ethan isn't playing the savior this time. He's going to hunt the traitors, bleed the dungeons dry, and speedrun his way back to godhood. They expected a magic-less reject. They got an apocalypse-level threat.

Leo Hamilton spent three years at Harwick University hiding in plain sight—enduring manufactured poverty, three jobs, and a transactional relationship with his girlfriend, Maya. When Maya frames him for academic theft to protect her own social standing, she unwittingly triggers a 1987 "hostile intent clause" buried deep within the Hamilton Global Foundation Trust. In a single afternoon, twelve digits of dormant, generational wealth unlock, transforming the campus’s most invisible student into its most powerful sovereign. But the money is just the opening salvo in an impending urban war. Across the city, Damien Cross—Leo’s brilliant, illegitimate half-brother raised in deliberate obscurity—has been waiting for this exact moment. Backed by Douglas Farr’s predatory private equity firm, Hartwell Capital, Damien intends to legally and financially annihilate the legitimate heir to claim the family name. Damien’s ultimate weapon is Selene Voss, a lethally effective social infiltrator trained to dismantle Leo’s alliances from within. The corporate chessboard fractures when Selene discovers a horrific boundary Damien crossed: the cold-blooded murder of a city official. Realizing she is merely an expendable instrument to a monster, Selene defects, delivering raw intelligence to Leo not out of a moral awakening, but for survival. Equipped with her data, Leo must wage a calculated war on four fronts simultaneously: a corrupt university administration, a private equity conspiracy, a government ministry primed to absorb his inheritance, and a ruthless brother who uses murder as a business strategy. Leo doesn't fight the trap; he renders it radioactive. Through glacial patience and architectural intelligence, he deploys precise legal instruments, media leverage, and forensic audits to dismantle the conspiracy. Ultimately, the shadow heir is legally neutralized, and Leo steps out of the wreckage to claim his throne.

Suddenly, at the stroke of midnight, magic happen and hundreds of notifications started popping up on the screen. Barry's trades took off in a way that defied all logic with profits soaring on a larger scale. He was earning billions of dollars per second. After the first second, he earned $10.42 billion. After a minute, he made $625 billion. After an hour, Barry made over $37.5 Trillion. Barry continued to sleep, unaware his laptop was blowing up with unimaginable wealth....

When death arrives, every soul must face judgment. In a chamber beyond time, Kaelen, the silent judge, weighs the truth of each life. Beside him stands Lyra, an attendant with a heart too gentle for the shadows, while above them looms Aurelius, the unseen master whose word is absolute. Each soul carries secrets of love, betrayal, guilt, or pride, and the mirror reveals all. As Kaelen delivers verdicts, cracks appear in his silence, and Lyra dares to question the cost of justice. But soon, their trials will uncover a truth far greater than any soul’s fate.

"Kill them all...Burn it down..." Those are the words I heard echoing in my head ever since the day I woke up in Lorelei. The voice sounds familiar. I've heard it before. But would it be crazy if I said it sounded like me? Would it be crazy...if I said i remembered dying? Utterly rediculous. To repeat the same thing over and over, expecting a different result while changing absolutely nothing. I was the son of a Duke and a commoner in a foreign land. Through pain and suffering, I somehow managed to marry a beautiful Princess of that land. You know...after my father got eaten by a dragon. And after being locked in a dungeon and tortured by her insane sister... But none of that matters now. Because my world lies in ruins. Everyone I've ever known is dead. All except my beloved, who stands to protect me with her shield. But I don't mean to say that things have been destroyed... What I mean, is much simpler. Avernia is gone. Gone forever. Lost to the plague I called 'The Black Ooze'. But I'll avenge it. I'll kill the one responsibke for massacring my family and destroying my world. They'll regret having made an enemy out of me. Because the sword I wield is called Vengeance. The Overseer sword. The Omni-Weapon. No matter the cost...I will have vengeance. I'll kill them all. I'll burn everything down. Author's note: I sincerely hope you enjoy my work, but keep in mind that I am my own editor and I don't see everything. there might still be a few errors. Sorry! This is an original work.

The last strand of patience I had snapped into shreds when she chose her ex-lover’s son over our dying daughter. Now she paraded around smiling, flaunting him like a trophy, while I was left with nothing but the cold, lifeless body of my child. This wasn’t about hurt anymore. It wasn’t even about pain. She’d stolen a soul from me — and she would feel every atom of what I felt, and more. “I want a divorce.” “That’s not happening. You and I are in this together,” she screeched, eyes boring into mine, searching for the man who always bent to her will. “You will sign the papers,” I said, every word a quiet stone. “Make me!” I stepped closer. My hand closed at her throat — delicate, trembling under my grip — and forced her to meet me. “Sign the papers,” I whispered, voice low and cold. “Or I’ll make you suffer so that even our daughter hears your screams from six feet under.”