A Silent Voice Shouko

Kieran expected death but when he opened his eyes, he wasn’t greeted by a celestial herald or a mystic inheritance. He was greeted by the rotting stench of the Verdant Cloud Sect’s refuse pits thrown there after his Qi channels were shattered for daring to protect a fellow disciple. A cripple. Trash, discarded by the world of cultivation. As despair threatened to consume him, a cold, resonant voice echoed in his mind not from a heavenly treasure, but from the very spiritual garbage surrounding him. [System Initializing…] [Host Located: Zero-Star Aptitude. Mortal-Body. High Compatibility.] [Welcome to the Cosmic Scavenger Initiative. Processing Local ‘Waste’…] While geniuses plundered ancient tombs for legendary swords, Kieran’s system analyzed broken pill slag to reconstruct perfect Divine-grade elixirs. While young masters absorbed pure spirit stones, his system taught him to devour the corrosive resentment from cursed artifacts, turning poison into pure, terrifying power. His domain wasn’t a pristine meditation chamber it was the dump. And every piece of “trash” was a puzzle piece to ultimate strength. They laughed when he crawled out, covered in filth. They sneered when he dared to re-enter the outer sect as a janitor. But when a demonic beast core deemed too unstable and discarded by the Patriarch landed in the refuse heap, Kieran simply smiled. [Scanning… ‘Catastrophic-Level Waste’ detected. Beginning Assimilation.] Now, the sect that discarded him trembles. The geniuses who mocked him are baffled. For the man they left in the trash is sifting through the bones of fallen gods and the wreckage of dead realms and his cultivation path is built on everything they were too arrogant to see. This is the rise of an underdog no one saw coming, A cultivator who will forge a throne from the universe's waste.

"You need to get a lady pregnant!!" Aurelio Dad's loud voice rang in his head and he slowly put down the magazine he had used to cover his face giving his dad a questioning look. "A responsible one!!" *** Aurelio Bertram, a 24 years old handsome billionaire, Grandson of a mob boss and the son of a highly recognized business man in the City, and for Aurelio..he is the combination of both but was temporarily nothing. His family happened to be one of the most feared and respected family in the city. Just when he had thought of taking his revenge on one of his childhood rival and an enemy to his family, and to go for one of a huge party event, his dad and Grandpa weren't ready to allow him but since he was of age to take over their family business, he put a condition that Aurelio must get a Lady that'd get him a child to be a heir to him but it didn't go as expected. Aurelio Bertram is known as a Man whore in his family and he thought it'd be easy to fulfill his task but no, this time no single Lady got pregnant after weeks until he met, Erica James, A middle class hotel waitress, she's simple, has a very good body shape that'd make men drool over her. Her parents left her since highschool since she didn't further her educations for her own reasons, they believed nothing good would come out of her. But then after one night Aurelio spent with her, she got pregnant and thought of running away with the baby out of shame but how would she run away with the All powerful Aurelio Bertram's Child...?? A child that would be his heir?!...

“I buried you,” the traitor whispered. “Then dig deeper,” Kaelen replied, voice like sand on steel, “because I’m not done rising.” Zaria stood behind him, the wind pulling strands of her hair like fire-dancers in the dusk. “Let them come,” she said. “We burn hotter together.” The masked woman landed beside them, blades humming with heat. “You still don’t get it,” Kaelen muttered, watching the desert pulse like a living thing. “Get what?” “This isn’t a fight for gold.” “Then what is it?” Kaelen smirked, cracked lips bloodied. “It’s the reckoning.” Kaelen was left for dead in the scorching sands of Sutekh; stripped of his name, his wife, and the child he never met. But the desert doesn’t forget. It carves vengeance into bone. Now, Kaelen rises from the ruins of betrayal as something more than a man: marked by ancient fire, hunted by his half-brother, and haunted by what he can’t remember. As he claws his way back through a kingdom built on secrets, one thing drives him: Zaria. His wife. Missing, maybe dead; or worse, weaponized by those who want to claim a legacy soaked in blood. But Zaria is no victim. Imprisoned and pregnant, she holds the key to an empire long thought dead. And when her twin sister emerges from the shadows to seize that power for herself, love becomes war — and the price of legacy is life itself. In a world where loyalty is a lie and prophecy demands sacrifice, Kaelen must decide: will he reclaim what was stolen; or burn it all to the ground? OF FLAME, SAND, AND GOLD is an epic fantasy of fire-forged vengeance, unbroken love, and the rebirth of a forgotten kingdom.

"Kneel," Elijah's voice was cold, his eyes burning with fury. "Kneel before the last heir of the Norton family." His enemy’s face turned pale, fear creeping into their eyes. Once a mere orphan, the mighty Dragon Marshal had returned to claim what was stolen and unleash his wrath on those who destroyed his family. ... Elijah Norton, known across Evendore as the feared Dragon Marshal, is a man of power and mystery. Once a child with nothing, he became the youngest and strongest Seven-Star Marshal, commanding armies and shaping destinies. But his heart carries a hidden pain—a thirst for vengeance. Ten years ago, his family was wiped out in a brutal fire, orchestrated by the city’s four most powerful families. Only Elijah survived, saved by a mysterious girl who vanished soon after. Now, he is back in Arthurton, the city that tried to bury his legacy, to find the girl who saved him, and to settle old scores. Sophia Donald, a once-scarred woman who saved a boy from a burning mansion, is now caught in a storm of family betrayal, secrets, and revenge. With her disfigured past behind her, she crosses paths with Elijah, unaware that the man she helped is now the most dangerous force in Evendore. As Elijah uncovers dark plots and hidden enemies, the lines between justice and revenge blur. Can he reclaim the Norton family’s lost heirloom and bring those who wronged him to their knees? Or will his rage consume everything he cares about, including the woman who once saved his life? The path to vengeance is lined with blood, fire, and shadows for the orphaned heir-turned-Dragon Marshal. The battle for Arthurton has just begun.

In a world where magic is bought with memories, Varek Soren trades the last warm thing he owns, the sound of his dead father's voice but the System hands him a blind, mewling creature everyone calls worthless. The crowd laughs, his fiancée turns away with cold eyes, and Varek believes his life is finally finished and over. He does not yet know that his death has not even started. Varek is not the failure the world sees. He is the last living vessel of Azrath-Kai, a Mythic Void Leech so dangerous the old gods sealed it inside his bloodline centuries ago. His father did not die in some random battle as he was told but he was killed by the lightbringer… Aurelius, the most beloved hero in the realm butchered Aldric Soren to keep the beast from ever waking and the woman Varek loves so much has known the truth all along. On the night after his deepest shame and disgrace, Vespera Ashford comes to him with warm food and gentle words, he still trusts her, he still believes she was forced to break their engagement, so he ate the food without questioning her or her sincerity not knowing that the food was drugged. He wakes strapped to a cold table with Vespera holding the surgical instruments, her new lover holding the lantern, and Aurelius the Lightbringer standing over him with a soft smile as he peels Varek's memories away layer by layer to rip the sealed beast from his living body. Varek dies in absolute agony, betrayed by the woman he gave everything to and butchered by the hero the whole world worships. Then he wakes up on the morning of the Summoning Day, two weeks before his murder, with the Regression Gift burning in his blood.

"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.

Once, he believed Forex trading would save his family. Instead, it destroyed him. Plagued by constant losses and sleepless nights, he watched his savings vanish trade after trade, until the final blow came in the form of a phone call that shattered his world. His young daughter had been rushed to the hospital. The doctor’ s verdict was merciless—without an immediate and expensive surgery, she would not survive. With nothing left but desperation, he ran home to tell his wife, hoping they would face the storm together. Instead, he was greeted with divorce papers. Blinded by greed and seduced by a rich and powerful man, she chose wealth over family, even as their child lay on the edge of death. Broken and forced to sign the divorce, he stumbled out of the house, his life reduced to nothing. Fate nearly claimed him moments later when a speeding car almost ended it all. But instead of death, something unimaginable awakened within him. A Forex Trading System. A voice in his mind. A guide beyond human logic. With the last money he possessed, he placed one final trade—then another. Against all odds, the market obeyed. Profits surged. Losses vanished. In a matter of days, the man who had lost everything rose from ruin to wealth. He rushed back to the hospital, paid for his daughter’s surgery in full, and saved her life. But that was only the beginning. Under the system’s guidance, he conquered the financial world, rising from a broken trader to a billionaire feared and respected across global markets. And when success finally crowned him, the woman who once abandoned him returned—begging for forgiveness. Will he accept her back? Or will he move on with his life and find someone better?

Alex blinked slowly. His brain struggled to process the scene. Then his gaze shifted to the man, the one proposing. Daniel Foster. The so-called cousin. Alex let out a quiet breath. “What the hell…” His voice wasn’t loud, but Lily heard it. Her head snapped toward him. For a brief moment her face froze. Then her expression turned cold. “Alex?” The crowd also noticed him. Students began whispering. “Who is that?” “Wait… I think I know him.” Alex walked forward a step. His eyes moved between Lily and Daniel, still trying to process what he was seeing. “Your cousin?” he asked slowly. “So… cousins propose with rings now?” Daniel frowned slightly. Lily’s face immediately darkened. “What are you doing here?” she snapped. Alex stared at her in shock. “You don't remember? I just got out today.” Her brows furrowed. “You shouldn’t be here.” Alex tilted his head and he scoffed loudly in disbelief. “Why not?” “Because you belong in prison,” Lily said looking irritated. The words hit him like a slap as he took a step back. The crowd gasped. Alex stared at her silently. “Prison?” he repeated quietly. “Yes.” Lily crossed her arms. “You’re a murderer, Alex. And murderers belong in prison.” The crowd erupted in whispers. “Murderer?” “Wait… I remember now!” “That’s him!” A girl pointed at Alex. “He’s the student who killed someone in a car accident three years ago!” Another student laughed. “Holy shit it really is him!” “So he’s out already?” “Why is he back here?” More people started whispering and pointing. Alex could hear everything clearly as he clenched and unclenched his fist. But his eyes never left Lily.

Jamie Aldridge never asked for this. He never asked for the system, for the power, for the missions that drag him deeper into Seattle’s underworld. But when life throws a digital demon into your head, what choice do you have? Play the game or get played. Simple. Except it’s not that simple. Because this game? It’s rigged. And the stakes? Well, they’re higher than Jamie could ever imagine. "Who the hell are you?" Jamie demanded, his voice rough with exhaustion, and his mind a tangled mess of fear and fury. The Broker smiled, a thin, calculated curve of lips that held no warmth. "I'm the man who’s going to change your life, Jamie. Or end it. Depends on how well you play." "Play?" Jamie spat, barely holding back the urge to punch that smug look off his face. "I’m not playing your game. Not anymore." The Broker’s eyes shone with a dark and knowing aura. "Oh, but you are. You just don’t realize it yet." Now Jamie’s on a collision course with forces beyond his control—shadowy figures who pull the strings, secrets buried so deep they might as well be myths, and a system that seems determined to push him to the brink. And just when he thinks he can’t take any more, life throws him another curveball: Emma. His unbearable bully of a wife. Pregnant. Yeah. Ain't gonna end well. In a world where survival is a day-to-day battle and the lines between ally and enemy blur with every step, Jamie has to figure out one thing—how to win when every move feels like a losing one. Because failure? It’s not an option. Not when his life, and the life of his unborn child, hangs in the balance.

“They should cut your hands off before the next ceremony. Why let trash touch the Awakening Stone?” Dante Moretti is the disgrace of Saint Lucian Academy. In a world where power decides status, wealth, and survival, Dante is worse than weak—he is nothing. The Awakening Stone doesn’t glow for him. The examiners laugh behind his back. Students spit insults every time he walks through the halls. “Even stray dogs have instincts,” Renzo Cavalli sneers. “But you? You were born useless.” Every day, Dante endures the humiliation in silence. Being shoved into lockers. Having food dumped over his head. Listening as students compare him to worms beneath their shoes. Because if he quits the academy, his little sister Lucia loses her chance at a future. Then the sky splits open. Monsters descend upon the city, slaughtering everything in sight. Lucia fights to protect innocent people, but a D-rank Blightbearer tears through her defenses and lunges for her heart. Without thinking, Dante steps in front of her. The claw punches through his chest. Blood spills across the road. And the world changes. His blood rises into the air. A forbidden voice echoes inside his skull— [Mother System activated.] When Dante opens his eyes again, they burn gold. The monsters freeze. The air trembles. And the boy everyone called worthless smiles for the first time in years. “You spent your whole lives looking down on me,” he whispers. “Now learn what it feels like to kneel.” Three D-rank monsters disappear from existence in a storm of crimson light. Now the same academy that mocked him fears him. The same elites who treated him like dirt suddenly want his loyalty. But Dante hasn’t forgotten the laughter. And this time… the weakest boy in the world is no longer asking for acceptance.