Golden Boy Novel Stories

Abandoned by his family, despised by his in laws, Kevin was the golden heir to the wealthiest family in Veridonia until one risky move which cost him everything” and everyone. But now, his gamble is finally about to pay off and Kevin is ready to roll the dice again.

Driven into the lethal Mythic Tower, Austin was mocked as a lazy, mana-deficient trash. But while others fought for survival, he awakened the Cosmic AFK System. Now, he slays gods by taking naps. When enemies push him to the brink, Austin just yawns and unleashes divine punishment. "Don't disturb my naptime."

Felix parks cars for rich men who slap him and rich women who forget his name. He has twelve dollars, a bleeding cheek, and nothing left to lose. Then he finds a old coin under a dead man's seat. The coin shows him three seconds of the future. Not much. But three seconds is all it takes to ruin a rich man. Now Felix is done parking cars. He is done being nothing. And the first person who ever made him bleed? He is about to make that man beg.

He was already the greatest. In his former world, Dorian Ash climbed a mountain at twelve, descended at eighteen, and spent a lifetime defeating every warrior who dared stand before him. No master. No equal. No ceiling left to break. Then fate moved him somewhere new. A world where power is everything. Where cultivation decides your worth, your status, your right to breathe. Where the strong grind the weak into the dirt without a second thought. He wakes up in the body of a failure. A laughingstock. A lovesick fool who wasted three years chasing a girl instead of chasing greatness — and died with nothing to show for it. But the soul now wearing that broken body? He has never lost. Not once. Not ever. Armed with the mysterious Void Absorption System and a martial technique so ancient the world itself tried to erase it, Dorian begins his climb. Not for revenge. Not for recognition. Not for anyone. Only for one reason. The pinnacle of this world exists somewhere above the clouds — and he intends to stand on it. Every academy. Every kingdom. Every realm. Every so-called immortal who believes their ceiling is the absolute limit of what a human being can become. He is coming for all of it. The void does not ask for permission. It simply absorbs everything in its path.

In a world where cultivators risk their lives for power, Zarox has one goal: to never die. Paralyzed by an extreme phobia of death, he joins a legendary sect hoping for safety, only to end up as a lowly kitchen hand. But when he discovers a rusty, magical cauldron that turns scraps into divine artifacts, his path to immortality takes a hilarious and chaotic turn. Zarox doesn't want to be a hero; he just wants to live forever, even if it means hiding behind five layers of armor and winning battles through sheer, stubborn cowardice. Will his desperate quest for survival make him the greatest legend the cultivation world has ever seen?

Alex was reborn into Blue Star, a world of advanced technology and modern comforts, yet ruled by the ancient, unchanging power of royal families. As a prince of the mighty Roshar Kingdom, he was born into luxury but cursed with minimal talent for the martial arts that defined this world's elite. Seeing the brutal intrigue within his own family, his sole ambition became a simple one: to avoid the throne's bloody games and survive a long, quiet life of privileged obscurity. That plan shattered when he was framed for a rebellion he knew nothing about. Cast out by the king without a trial or explanation and abandoned by a mother who refused to even say goodbye, Alex was exiled to the Wall—the world's most feared military penal colony. As a low-ranking, seemingly untalented warrior, everyone believed he was being sent to a silent death. But the Wall was not a prison. It was the grim, hidden truth from the normal people. Here, Alex witnessed the real war: a daily, desperate struggle against nightmarish monsters, a crisis kept secret from the peaceful, modern world behind a veil of royal and Council lies. Facing the terror for the first time, he realized the world's cruel hypocrisy and his own terrifying fragility. Yet, in the carnage, he discovered a latent, macabre gift: the ability to harvest strength from the fallen. This power could change everything, offering a path to survival and vengeance. But even as he grasps this chance, burning questions haunt him: Why was he, the deliberately passive prince, chosen as the pawn? Why did his father condemn him without a word? Why is the true horror of their world buried beneath a facade of normalcy? Armed with a secret that could elevate him or mark him for death.

In a world where money meant power, Dylan was at the bottom of the pyramid. Dylan was a mere cleaner who was cheated on by his wife who left him and their kid for a richer man. He was used as a scapegoat in the game of power and disposed to die with his family. Dylan had nothing left. [Ding! Greetings Host!] [You've activated the Face Slapping System. Face-Slap to level Up!] Ryan Face-Slaps an enemy. [Credit Alert: $10,000,000 dollars!] Face-Slaps more enemies! [Bank account: $100 Trillion+] In a twinkle of an eye, Dylan was climbing this game of power that almost disposed him. And he was doing so by Face-Slapping those who used and betrayed him down do the dirt!

In the first apocalypse timeline, he trusted the wrong people, gave away what little he had, and was betrayed when food became more valuable than human life. Death came quietly—without heroism, without meaning. Then time rewound. Kyle wakes minutes before the world collapses, reborn with all his memories intact—and a system no one else possesses: the Infinite Supplies System. Food. Water. Weapons. A private Paradise Space untouched by ruin. But abundance comes with a rule carved in cold logic: nothing is free. Supplies can only be unlocked through Emotional Function Points. As cities fall and boys’ survivor zones are wiped out, a sealed girls’ campus becomes an island of desperation. Kyle alone can move freely through the apocalypse. He doesn’t force obedience. He waits. Hunger does the work. Cleaning earns meals. Labor earns water. Emotion—fear, shame, gratitude, desire—determines how much. Six girls stand at the center of this fragile balance: a campus beauty hiding terror behind smiles, an ice-cold strategist who refuses to beg, a fallen heiress desperate to reclaim control, an arrogant provocateur who thrives on chaos, a kind healer who sacrifices herself too easily, and a hardened survivor who refuses to be owned. Between them, alliances form and fracture. Submission becomes strategy. Strategy becomes betrayal. Kyle’s relationships with them are never simple. He is their provider, their ruler, their shield—and, increasingly, their moral problem. As the system rewards cruelty more efficiently than kindness, Kyle begins to realize a terrifying truth: the system doesn’t care about survival. It cares about consumption. When outside survivor factions finally make contact and the system escalates beyond Kyle’s control, he is forced to choose—declare himself sovereign over a starving world, or challenge the very system that keeps everyone alive. And the system is already watching how he decides.

For every MC that rises to the heavens, countless side characters bite the dust. This is a first-person anthology of the tragic stories of the mountains of corpses that lost their voices under the damage caused by the unfair tropes. "Molesting the cultivation world, one trope at a time."

Su Jin is the third and youngest son of a City Lord. When his brother was born, dragon roars resounded in the sky and when his sister was born, the entire city quaked and was almost buried but when he was born, nothing happened. He was born without a Spirit Root, Meridians and no Acupoints. Someone coveting his wife tried to kill him by drowning him in a huge barrel filled with all kinds of wines but as if it was a blessing in disguise, he became a cultivator. He now has the Drunken Scripture. "I don't just want to be the only drunken, let the city, the country, the continent, the world, the heavens be drunk with me!"