A Silent Voice Shouko

The world ended once. Then it came back wrong. Seven years after the Aura Revival, Earth is no longer safe. New York City has become a war zone. Giant monsters surge through the streets in Beast Tides. Powerful bloodline families rule from fortified towers, using ancient cultivation powers that feel closer to gods than humans. Ronan Burke is nobody. He’s an orphan with no family, no backing, and no talent for cultivation. He survives by running dangerous courier jobs and staying out of sight. Every day is about not getting killed, by beasts, gangs, or the families who control everything. Then one escape goes wrong. Cornered during a Beast Tide, Ronan comes into contact with a relic that should not exist. It doesn’t just give him power. It locks him into a contract. A system awakens in his mind. It gives him one command: Reach Level 16 in every cultivation realm. Achieve perfection. Fail and die. In a world where even the greatest geniuses can barely reach Level 14, Ronan is forced to chase a level everyone believes is impossible. Every breakthrough makes him stronger, and more dangerous to discover. If the families find out what he is, they won’t recruit him. They’ll cut him open to steal his secret. To survive, Ronan must grow in silence. He scavenges the ruins, hunts monsters far above his level, outplays arrogant heirs, and hides his strength at every turn. His only ally is the cold, relentless system guiding him toward a kind of power the modern world insists no longer exists. The Beast Tides are getting worse. The bloodline families are making their moves. And Ronan Burke, the weakest man in the city, may be its last unseen hope… if he can stay hidden long enough.

Dr. Ken Ardent did not vanish—he was buried alive by the state he tried to save. Once a famous geneticist in his previous life, Ken is now a ghost in the submerged maze beneath Amsterdam, leading a handful of outcast scientists who are themselves experts. Their bodies have been irreversibly rewritten, holding a feared secret: the cure for immunity. When the virus he has long foreseen brings devastation to Europe, Ken is the continent's most sought-after man. The same people who put him away as a criminal now scour the underwater canals, praying to catch his work. But his suggested remedy is a double-edged sword—to reveal it is to sign his people's death warrant. Traitor from within and pursued by an unstoppable inspector who sees not a cure but a biological weapon, Ken is driven to the brink. He must decide between protecting the only family he has left behind, or unleashing a discovery that can save the world—or complete its destruction. In a town where all gossip is heard and all friends can be enemies, the only thing more contagious than the plague is the truth.

Lincoln Zane was a poor guy, and even his girlfriend cheated on him because he had no money. He rushed to catch the adulterer, but not only was he humiliated, but he was also almost beaten to death. At the critical moment, he activated the System. Turns out many random people have been awakening this system which gives them unimaginable power or wealth or both but being chosen is completely by luck. Lincoln Zane didn't feel on top of the world when he awaken his system but hey, What will it take to get to the Top?

"I see death... A lot of dead bodies where you are going," the voice of the soothsayer flow back into his mind. "The island I am posted to is peaceful. Did you mean there will be a natural disaster?" "No. It's your bad luck. I see death coming in the shape of a baby and swallowing everything and everyone else. Be careful and don't ever turn the page." "What are you talking about?" The old witch was silent after, and Zuma was shoved off by the next customer in line.

“Do you know who he is?” Aria whispered, her voice trembling. Her father scoffed. “Some nouveau riche fool trying to play king.” The man across the table smiled calm, sharp, untouchable. The room fell silent when he spoke. “It’s been a while, Mr. Elston.” The older man froze. Aria’s glass slipped from her hand. The name echoed in her head like thunder. Mikael. He leaned back, eyes unreadable. “Last time we met, you called me a waste bin.” “M-Mikael…” she stammered, her face pale. “Mr. Dray,” corrected the host beside him—her father’s new business rival. “My son-in-law and the current CEO of ValenCore Holdings.” The silence cracked like glass. Mikael’s smile deepened, just enough to sting. “Don’t worry. I’m not here to rebuild anything for you.” He paused, letting the words sink in. “I’m just here to watch what’s left… fall apart.”

The dying star pulsed, it’s heart on the verge of collapse. Twelve figures, cloaked in unimaginable power, stood amidst its final throes. On one side, six beings (the angels) blazed with light so intense, it dwarfed the star's dying brilliance. Across from them, five figures (the demons)exuded a chilling darkness, a black hole's silent hunger, their very presence accelerating the star's demise. And in the center of this cosmic ballet of light and shadow, stood Reaper. He seemed to absorb the dying star's essence, his form cloaked in a darkness deeper than any of the others, a living embodiment of the star's final, terrible scream. But then, the things discussed were by no means simple, the fate of the world was resting on their soundless star toppling discussion. The intensity of the conversation loomed above the star like an omen of death, accelerating it's death even further. Suddenly, the figure in the middle broke the sacred rule, yelling in a language that speaks for all, his voice was like the rushing of a mighty wind. I Reaper, will dethrone and destroy that God, make him pay for neglecting us all and if you don't join me, you will all suffer the same fate. The faces of the angels and demons -a vortex of light and darkness- went grim as they moved to strike down the tyrannical being. But before they could, Reaper, the demon of death and chaos was gone. Our story...begins here.

Jackson found no words to respond; he remained silent, holding the divorce papers. He felt numb, detached from the world around him. His wife's words and actions had left him shattered, unable to believe that their relationship had abruptly ended with no chance for reconciliation. As he stared at the divorce papers thrown in his face, he felt a sense of finality and loss engulfing him. He could only blame himself for everything that had happened – if he had been honest with his wife about his situation, perhaps things would have taken a different turn. Walking down the street lost in his thoughts, he heard his phone ring. Initially, he didn't want to answer; he wasn't in the mood to receive more bad news. But something in his gut told him to take the call. "Hello?" he answered reluctantly. "Young sir! Your grandfather informed me to contact you. 100,000,000 has been deposited into your account, and tomorrow your exile period will end. You'll regain control of your company, and the family is coming to welcome you back," the voice on the other end explained. Checking his phone, he indeed saw the deposited amount. Everything was falling back into place. Jackson replied hesitantly, "Tomorrow, I'll turn twenty-five." His mind returned to his old life in the palace and prestigious companies, where he was a rising star before being suddenly banished. He had always wondered when he would return. The voice from the phone continued, "Young sir! Your exile period has ended, and your companies are ready to welcome you back with open arms. We need you, Jackson – you are the heir to our companies, and we cannot do without you."

They called him Pauper Benedetti. The boy with three shirts, the charity case no one believed in. But when Marco returned after five silent years—he didn’t come back poor. He came back as the War God, forged in fire, crowned in blood, and wealthy enough to make billionaires tremble. He walked into Oriana Caruso’s engagement wearing a cheap suit and carrying a velvet ring box. He left with a wife. Just not the one anyone expected. Isabella Caruso—the quiet, unwanted sister—was the only person who dared speak the truth for him. While Oriana laughed, while society mocked him, Isabella stood alone. So Marco knelt before her with a pink-diamond necklace worth more than the entire ballroom. “Marry me,” Marco said, voice steady. “Why me?” Isabella whispered. “Because when the world pointed guns, you were the one who didn’t flinch.” Now Isabella wears the necklace society can’t stop staring at—while Oriana glares with burning regret. Because the War God didn’t just return wealthy. He returned powerful. And he’s not done. Billionaires will kneel. Families will fall. The world will learn exactly who Marco Benedetti is.

James was a normal boy until, on such a dark and silent night, a vigilante appeared with the bad news that he had hidden powers. With a very big responsibility he had to fight with the inner spirits of him.

James Caldwell has always been the silent protector of his wife, Sophia Carver, as she rose to fame. But on her birthday, everything shatters when she abandons James and their dying 6-year-old daughter for her first love.