Warrior

On the day of the crucial test, Lin Xuan's spiritual roots were revealed to be at the lackluster fifth level. This meager talent meant a near-impossible climb past the middle stage of Qi Training—a death sentence for any hope of entering the prestigious immortal sects. Immortality was a dream now impossibly out of reach. ​But fate offered a path darker than death. The notorious Demon Sect, in need of fresh "spiritual slaves," began plundering the weak and poorly qualified across the lands. These victims were forced to cultivate the demonic Burning Life Magic, a technique designed to turn their very essence into consumable spiritual sand for the Demon Sect's elite. ​Lin Xuan was snatched from Shihu City and dragged into the chilling embrace of the Demon Realm, entering the demonic gate not as a disciple, but as chattel. Yet, even in this hellish servitude, he discovered a bizarre, hidden salvation: the [Placement Bar]. ​This cryptic tool holds the key to surviving and progressing where conventional cultivation has failed. Can the [Placement Bar] turn a condemned spiritual slave into a demon-slaying powerhouse?

Due to his crippled magicule vein, the defected body of Allastor Frauzz needed to consume more magicules compared to the normal rankers. Because of this disability, he also performs almost three times the usual training of a typical ranker. Having said that, despite his fatigue from the intense training, he didn't expect that his progress to level up would remain slow. He had already made up his mind that night. He would just accept that he wasn't meant to be one of those rankers sitting on top of the food chain. he was not hoping to travel all the continents in Illunor anymore. However, on the same night when he wasn't home, an unknown notorious criminal murders his family. His dream to become strong has been crushed because of his defected body, and now, his family has been taken away from him. On how many tiers can his bad luck reach? His heart has been shattered and turned into ice-cold that night. Finally snapping from the nightmare, he is now walking for merciless revenge. ---- Black Sword and Fragments[Vol. 1: Unforeseen Conspiracy] Book cover--Illustrated by: MarxMade

One day, a young magician received an inheritance and learned a secret about himself. He could have given up both, but he didn't. Few people will be able to give up what inspires, no matter what difficulties they get in addition to these wings.

Aella “whirlwind” Harlow was looking at the screen of her phone with earbuds on, the live speech of Aniya Rossi in the United Nations. She sighed and mumbled when it ended, “Dumbass… Werewolves accepted by society, protectors, helping Humanity achieve greatness. Yeah, greatness my butt! A good Werewolf is a dead Werewolf! Spoiled brat… Stupid bitch…” She checked her quiver, counting the darts still there. A quick glance at the pistol crossbow on the left side of her belt, and at the Ruger gun inside the holster under her left armpit. Grabbing her faithful Labrys, a double edge axe, was the last thing she did before hearing a howl nearby. Aella frowned and mumbled, “Showtime…” (It is the sequel of "The Flesh-Eating Werewolf", set 20 years in the future, but can be read as a stand alone, but with minor mentions to events in the first story, and some previous characters that will appear in this story.)

Jax was transported into a game life world where there were Kings every where and kingdoms where being destroyed every time and in order to survive he had to get stronger to the extent that no one can control his destiny, and with the help of the system he might just be able to become the greatest king of the waste lands.

"A coffin?" Alex mocked, his laughter echoing through the hall. "For me? You should’ve brought one for yourself, lunatic."Alex Carter’s cruel smirk wiped clean with a blade to Charles Carter’s screams as he loses more than just his pride, Jack is a man on a mission."You laughed at me when I was down," Jack says, his voice calm but cold. "But now, you’ll remember my name—for the rest of your short lives."Once, Jack Sullivan was a name whispered with respect and fear—the legendary commander of the Iron Wolf Battalion. But a devastating betrayal left him broken, his memories shattered, and his enemies triumphant. Reduced to a mentally impaired shell of himself, Jack became a laughingstock, mocked by his in-laws and dismissed by the powerful elites of Havenwood. "They called him a fool, a servant, a man broken beyond repair. Now, they’ll call him their worst nightmare." But Jack isn’t a fool anymore. His memories have returned, and so has his unrelenting thirst for justice.

He was a hero until betrayal turned him into the villain. Eryndor Kaelen fell on the battlefield, betrayed by his best friend Elias Thorne. Dragged into the abyss, he struck a deal with Nyxir, god of shadows. Reborn as Lucien Ardent, the kingdom’s most feared villain, he discovers poison in his veins, his own brother plotting his death, and the woman he once loved stripped of her memories. Everyone calls him a monster. Everyone wants him dead. But if they crave a villain He will give them one.

“What good years, wasted on trash like you.” With these words, Orion cast off his old shell. His old personality. His old kindness. That betrayal was the last straw that broke apart the last vestiges of softness and kindness within his body. Such feelings weren't welcomed during an apocalypse anyways. If he could, he would thank them. Then kill them again. A lycan left no enemies alive after all. * Regressing to the beginning of the apocalypse with profound knowledge of the future and the betrayal of his closest friends in his heart, Orion sought only one thing. He would utilize everything that he could to become the strongest, even if it meant throwing his humanity away. That was the start of his reign. It was the slow Advent of the Void Lycan.

Chang San was just an ordinary young man in his Clan. But a big tragedy happened in his life. The death of his parents became a turning point in his life... "I will repay you all" Can he? LIKES, CRITICISM AND SUGGESTIONS ARE PLEASED, GOOD BLESSINGS

He fell from power. He died in disgrace. But from the stars, he rose again. After five centuries of cultivation in a distant realm, Vaelin returns to Earth—stripped of his strength, but burning with purpose. Betrayed once in his past life and hunted in this one, he hides behind an ordinary job while secretly rebuilding his power. But Earth is not what it seems. Ancient forces stir. Hidden cultivators walk in silence. And revenge waits in the shadows. He may be mortal again—but the God of War never truly dies.