Adler Cold War

In a world that is defined by power, Lance stands out as the only enigma-nap, with no visible aim and a razor-sharp tongue. This lazy, sharp-tongued orphan, however, hides under the indifferent face a very sharp mind and single terrifying thought: 'Can I become a god?' He transforms that rather weird obsession into an obstinate path for becoming the controller of the very texture of society. Thus, in walking such cunning schemes, he really very well plans the things in a manner that all those who will be caught in the web don't know how they got entrapped. Ranging from the shadowy syndicates to ancient bloodlines vying for supremacy, everyone is just another piece on his board. Evelyn, heiress to a legacy now crumbling, has her own fights. Mysteriously, both parents vanished in relation to a top-secret research project. The thing preventing total destruction of the family's an ancient curse: utter ruin to any that lay a hand upon this bloodline-the protection has already started to fade. In a fateful meet with Lance, Evelyn would acquire an artifact capable of giving unimaginable superhuman powers. But one condition binds their uneasy alliance: equivalent exchange. Such were destined to forge alliances as well as betray and cut secret deals, and in such noise, Lance discovers the buried legacy of his own blod, a legacy that perhaps holds the key to his grand ambition towards godhood. Bloodlines are unveiled, as underground superhuman races come to light, and as secret organizations revealed their own conspiracy towards ascendencion. Lance sacrifices pawns in a larger game that only he can see in every moves. Even gods bleed. Will Lance maneuvers his enemies to rise to the throne of immortality or will his cold calculations be trumped by love, betrayal, and the unraveling secrets of his past?.

In a world governed by the Beast Pact, your worth is determined by the glow of a testing sphere. For Kaelen, the sphere remained dim, marking him as an E-rank "scumbag." While others bonded with majestic dragons, Kaelen was chosen by a "defective" shadow-beast that the world deemed a death sentence. Mocked by his family and betrayed by his fiancé, Kaelen is left to rot in a sabotaged dungeon. But deep in the darkness, the "defect" speaks. It isn't a beast—it is the Void Sovereign, and it doesn't want to fight beside Kaelen; it wants to become him. After years of agonizing training in the world’s most hellish dungeons, Kaelen returns. He is no longer the weakling they trampled. He is tattered, scarred, and hiding a power that could devour the world. When the elite try to kneel him again, they will realize they aren't facing a mage—they are facing the end of their era.

"I, Commander Zander Rhett Guezz-swear to throw them to HELL!" *** After seven years of grueling military training and becoming a feared war commander, Zander returns to his hometown with one goal: revenge. However, his return brings deeper wounds than those on the battlefield. His girlfriend, a steadfast source of strength and comfort, has mysteriously disappeared. The profound loss ignited an uncontrollable rage within him, driving Zander to finish off whoever was responsible for that. Under the raging storm, Zander vowed that none of them would escape his wrath. With terrifying strength and unwavering determination, he would bring them to their knees and beg for mercy. *** Note: This book is the story of the son of 'Joseph Guezz' in my previous book: I AM NOT A POOR SON-IN LAW

A bloodline the world branded as poison was never a curse. It was a warning—and the thing it warned about is waking up. Cast out at fourteen for the taint in his blood, Kael Voss returns to a hometown in flames, tears apart the monsters that no soldier could stop, and vanishes before the awe-struck crowd can name him. He came home for a family reunion. He finds an empty house, a cold hearth, and his mother and sister gone—fled from a man who walks under the iron seal of the Purity Council. One slaughtered pack, one whispered name, and the city remembers the Voss curse all over again. But the Council fears the wrong thing. The techniques Kael's hidden mentors drilled into him on nameless mountains are not the work of any school—they are the raw fundamentals that the world's so-called supreme powers spent lifetimes chasing. And his father, presumed dead sixteen years, left a journal that should not exist, recovered from inside a creature of the Abyss. Rivals scheme, Rifts split open along a deliberate line, and a hidden hand moves families like pieces on a board. Each life Kael saves raises his legend. Each truth he uncovers tightens the noose. Caught between a sealed town and the shadows of his own past, Kael must decide—stay the disposable tainted nobody the world wrote off, or become the force his mentors forged and his enemies dread, and risk waking the very thing the taint was warning the world to fear.

What do you do when you realize the undeserving woman you married for three years, enduring her contemptuous acts while secretly helping her—all to honor your mother's dying wish was actually THE WRONG ONE, while the right one was still SUFFERING on the streets?? For three years, Grayson Wells endured the Reeds insults, their mockery, their contempt—all to honor his dying mother's wish. He played the pathetic delivery driver while secretly controlling the empire that kept them alive. Every contract. Every miracle. Every success they celebrated—all orchestrated by the man they treated like garbage. But the night Grayson walked in on his wife tangled with another man, everything changed. They humiliated the wrong man. Grayson Wells isn't just a delivery driver. He's the Northern Dragon—the legendary God of War who brought seven nations to their knees. And while he wasted three years protecting the wrong woman, the real girl from his mother's dying wish suffered alone on the streets. Now Grayson has found her and he's done pretending. The Reeds built their empire on his mercy. Now they'll watch it burn on his wrath.

Lin Fan is exactly three feet and four inches tall, which makes him the perfect punching bag for his snobby mother-in-law and the laughingstock of Jiang City’s high society. To the world, he’s just the useless, vertically-challenged live-in son-in-law of the failing Su family, a guy who gets splashed with wine and told to crawl into a hole. But what his icy CEO wife and her arrogant relatives don’t know is that his stunted growth is actually the result of the Primordial Asura Physique, making his bones denser than titanium and his body a condensed engine of violence. In the shadows, Lin Fan is the Supreme Dragon God, the ruthless ruler of the Nine Heavens Pavilion who commands trillions in wealth and an army of terrifying killers. He only plays the weak, clumsy dwarf to honor a dying promise and root out a traitor, but as arrogant young masters and greedy elders keep pushing their luck, they’re about to learn a harsh lesson. You might be able to look down on him physically, but when the Dragon God finally stops holding back, the entire city will be forced to bow.

The Demon Emperor was never defeated. He chose to lose. Three thousand years ago, Aren Veyl sacrificed everything—his empire, his reputation, his people—to save the world from a threat no one else could see. History branded him a monster. The Hero King, once his closest friend, became the world’s savior. Now Aren has returned, full power intact, to a world that still fears his name. Enrolling at the Imperial Academy under a false identity, he is ranked a C-class student—mediocre by modern standards. But the ranking crystal cannot measure what he truly is. It cannot measure the power that once shaped reality itself. As Aren navigates academy life, protects demon communities from persecution, and uncovers the conspiracy that rewrote history, he must confront the question that defines him: After three thousand years as the villain, can the Demon Emperor become something else?

The Gods Killer In the beginning, he was Arkan the Eternal—a god born of primordial flame, first among the immortals, wielder of divine judgment. He forged empires with a glance and shattered stars with a whisper. But power breeds fear, and even gods fear what they cannot control. Betrayed by his own pantheon—his brothers and sisters bound by jealousy and fear—Arkan was struck down in a celestial war, his soul cast into the void and his name erased from time. But the will of a true god cannot be silenced. Reincarnated in the fragile shell of a mortal, Arkan awakens in a broken world ruled by the very gods who betrayed him. His memories scattered, his power dormant, he walks the earth as a forgotten man—but the divine blood in his veins begins to stir. As ancient forces awaken and the heavens tremble once more, Arkan must reclaim his lost divinity, defy fate itself, and rise from mortality to become what the gods fear most: Not a rival. Not a rebel. But a reckoning. The age of gods is ending. And the killer of gods has returned.

His name was Zyren Drakos—a name whispered like a curse and remembered like a legend. Once left to die on the blood-soaked battlefield of the fallen Aetherion Kingdom, Zyren’s fate should have ended there. But death had other plans. Rescued by a notorious poison master shunned by the martial world, Zyren was reborn—not as a soldier, but as a living weapon. Trained in silence and shadows, he mastered forbidden arts. Every breath he took, every enemy he struck down, carved his path in poison and vengeance. But everything changed the night he saved her—a courtesan cloaked in mystery and beauty, with secrets deeper than her smile. She gave him his first taste of love... and cursed him forever. Now, hunted by assassins, betrayed by allies, and chased by the ghosts of a war not yet over, Zyren fights not just to survive—but to uncover the truth. Because somewhere in the chaos, the courtesan vanished... and left behind a single message: “They were never after me… They were after you.”

Everyone knows Valmor as a fugitive soldier—hunted, broken, barely surviving on the borders of war. No one knows the truth. No one knows he is the King of War, a name that alone makes enemies tremble and retreat. And yet, in a single cruel twist of fate, he discovers his entire family has been slaughtered—and the hand behind it belongs to his own ungrateful, treacherous fiancée…and them. Valhalla Calling: “Your fate was sealed the moment you chose me as your enemy. Even hell will spit you out when it learns you crossed me.” Death Calling: “Valmor has broken the law, and we have no choice call the Ruler of that Terrifying Place, The Drakmor and The Blackvale, they will deal with Him, and you know what’s going to happen if they come?”