A Silent Voice Shouko

“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.”

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.

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.

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.

Cast aside and left paralyzed, the disowned son of the world’s most powerful mafia syndicate takes revenge by hijacking the corpses of his family’s victims. From a wheelchair, with his remaining lifespan steadily eroding, he wages a silent war that leaves no trace.

“So this is what you really want, Jasmine?” he asked, his voice calm yet laced with an undercurrent of disappointment. “After everything?” She crossed her arms, her expression hardening. “Let’s not pretend there was ever an ‘everything’ between us. You don’t get to guilt me, Ethan. I’ve been miserable, living with a man who has no drive, no ambition. I’ve wasted enough time.” Ethan’s mouth tightened, but he stayed silent, letting her words sink in. She’d always seen him as a failure, the quiet husband who blended into the background. And now, with the prospect of a new life on the horizon, she was willing to cast him aside without hesitation. In that moment, Ethan felt something within him shift—a quiet yet powerful resolve. She had no idea who he was, what he had done for her, and the lengths he had gone to support her dreams while sacrificing his own. The weight of his hidden life, his secrets, his true identity, all of it bore down on him, but he remained silent. He calmly reached for a pen, signing his name with a steady hand. As he finished, he pushed the papers back to her, his eyes meeting hers with a new intensity. “You’ll get what you want, Jasmine,” he said quietly, each word filled with a weight she couldn’t quite decipher. “But I want you to remember this moment.” She blinked, confused, perhaps even a little unnerved by his composed demeanor. “Remember it? What are you talking about?”

Lucas, a modern strategic genius, dies and wakes up in the body of Lancelot Peterson—the mute, magically crippled bastard son of a powerful noble house. Betrayed by his family, discarded by his fiancée Jessica, and publicly humiliated by his half-brother Damon, Lancelot was bound by a multi-layered geometric seal designed to strip his mana, silence his voice, and ensure his death in obscurity. They believed he was a broken cripple. They were wrong. Inheriting the ancient, fragmented memories of a legendary Archmage, Lucas views magic not as mystical incantations, but as raw, alterable geometric code. Where others see unbreakable curses, he sees broken lines waiting to be rewritten. Beginning at the absolute bottom in the dark, abandoned Cursed Wing of the estate, Lucas begins systematically dismantling his seal strand by strand. With every rewritten spell, a faint heat-shimmer distorts the air around his fingers, and a forgotten sovereign sigil flashes across his palm. While Damon scrambles to keep control through private assassination squads, poisoned gifts, and rigged duels, Lucas turns every trap back on his executioners without ever speaking a single word. From solving "unsolvable" ancient puzzles in front of the high court to turning high-tier spell formations against their casters, his silent face-slaps shatter his family's hold and force the high nobility into paranoia. When a royal decree banishes him to the perilous borderlands under imperial supervision, Lucas uses the exile to uncover buried ancient ruins, break through High Mage thresholds, and unlock the true origin of his curse: it was never just a seal to rob him of his inheritance—it was an ancient key designed to hide the true sovereign bloodline from the usurpers sitting on the First Throne.

What happens when fate itself spites you? Well for Dante Ackerman that was death! Having lived a life full of adversity and injustice,the emergence of the apocalypse had brought him hope of a better life,of controlling his fate….until he ended up on the claws of a zombie king! Just when he was about to die time and space suddenly froze as an ancient voice echoed in his head. [Activation requirements for the quest ‘’Last Bastion of Hope’’ has been met. Champion has been spited by Fate and has been cast to oblivious ruin. Your chance at redemption is here!] [Calculating parameters…….parameters calculated] [Randomly allocating battle class to Champion…random allocation impossible] [Manual allocation initiated……] [Allocation successful, you have been allocated the battle class Divine mechanic!] [Do you accept your quest?] ‘’Yes I do.’’ [Congratulations Champion……welcome to the BLACK GEAR SYSTEM] Reincarnated into his past self and armed with the knowledge of the future, Dante Ackerman vows to seize control of his fate—no matter the cost. But power never goes unnoticed. Harnessing the might of the Black Gear System, he battles both new and ancient enemies beyond his wildest imaginations unknowingly becoming embroiled in an ancient war of epic proportions on his quest to wrest control of his fate from the universe! Fate has been corrupted! The gods have gone silent,the realms are collapsing and the VERY survival of the universe rests on the shoulder of one young man as he navigates his path in a world where fate once betrayed him. ‘’Since the Fates have decided to abandon me I’ll engineer mine!’’ This…is the Advent of the Divine Mechanic!