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"Lord! Our Godly Supreme! You are still alive!" --- They sent him to the battlefield to perish. He lived. They called him deranged, locked him away, and forgot him. They should’ve killed him when they had the chance because now, the Godly Supreme has returned, and it is time to pay what they owe!

Ethan‌ War‌d h‍ad nothing. A broken career, a betrayed life, and a world t‍h⁠at see‍med determined to crush him. When his‍ wife‍ abandon⁠ed hi‍m, his⁠ father-in-law r‍uine⁠d him,⁠ and the courts brand‌e⁠d‌ him a fraud, Ethan’s existence was reduced to shado⁠ws and sur‌vival. But the tr‌uth was‍ far strange‌r than anyone could imagine. A⁠ dragon-shaped mark o‌n his sho‍uld‌er was no⁠ ordinar‍y⁠ sca‍r—it‍ was the sign of a lost heir, a hidden powe‌r, and a leg‍acy that could shake th⁠e foundations of the worl‌d. ⁠ Identified by a mysterio‌us m‍entor, Ethan is thrust i‌nto a secret⁠ e‌mp‌ire—‍th‌e‍ Aurelian Order—wh⁠ere advanced technology, hidden energ‌y, an‌d unto⁠ld influence await. Here, he⁠ must endure⁠ b‌rutal training, unlock dorma‌nt p‌ow⁠e⁠r⁠s, and navi⁠gate a web of betra⁠yal, dec⁠eption,‍ a‍nd‍ dangerous allies. As he rises, one goal drives him: rec‌lai‌ming‍ what was stolen, ex‌posing the‍ corrupt, and rewriting the rules of a worl⁠d that o‌nce crushed him. But every step forward reveals new my‍steries, new⁠ enemi‍es, and a po‌wer fa‍r great⁠er than he ever imagined. Ethan Wa‌rd⁠ is‌ no longer just a ma‍n; he is Au⁠relius Ka⁠el, the dragon heir, and his rise has on‍ly just begun.

When gifted healer Joseph Briggs is condemned by his own master and cast into the wastelands, his destiny ignites. From the ashes of betrayal, he awakens the Ancient Medical Rising System, a divine force that fuses healing and destruction. Now, armed with forbidden arts and haunted by vengeance, Joseph walks the line between savior and scourge, battling corrupt healers, shadow syndicates, and the demons within his own heart. In a world where medicine is power and compassion is weakness, one forsaken doctor will rise to heal the sick…and purge the wicked.

When the revolutionary VR game “Eden Online" launches, millions log in to chase glory, then the logout button turns red. Jayden Cross, a broke high-school gamer, wakes to find himself inside a digital world where death means deletion. A voice whispers in his head: [Survival System Activated. Level up by outlasting others.] As monsters and players slaughter each other, Jayden discovers his “System” evolves by absorbing fallen data, and it’s slowly changing him. With Luna, a silver-haired hacker searching for her missing brother, and Eli, a timid strategist, Jayden fights through Eden’s deadly zones to confront the hidden Game Master. But the truth waiting in the Core Tower is worse than death: Eden was never just a game. It’s a human-mind experiment, and Jayden himself is part of the code. When the world collapses, Jayden sacrifices everything to free the survivors. A year later, as society rebuilds, the line between digital and real begins to blur again, vanished people, glowing eyes, whispers of Eden’s return, and from the static, a familiar voice calls: [System Online. Welcome back, Host.] Now hunted by those who fear him and haunted by the girl he lost, Jayden must face the reborn system spreading through the real world, and the terrible truth that to save humanity, he might have to become the very thing he swore to destroy.

What is a mystery? Is it an axiom representing what is not perceptible and understandable? Is it the unfathomable, incomprehensible no matter how people try to make it specious? No, it isn't that. The definition of mystery is only what people can conceive, a specious fact with loopholes. People believe what they believe to be true and sadly, it has plunged them to the endless gore of ignorance. Mysteries aren't what we don't understand or what we can't comprehend. Mysteries aren't what remain hidden, taciturn to the ever yearning ears of people. Mysteries aren't the supernatural laws which can't be explained or fathomed. No, the definition of 'mysteries' is beyond that. Mysteries are what can't be reached no matter how we try to reach them. It isn't what can't be comprehended. Rather, it's what can't be reached. They are endless gores, immersed into the abyssal chasm of infinities. Mysteries are a state of endlessness and boundlessness, incomprehensible and unfathomable. Yes, that's what mysteries are. Cyclopean and grosteque phantasm is what a mystery should be called. A mystery transcends the feebleness and lumbering states of concepts, going on and on for eternity. Hence, a mystery is the same as infinity and infinity the same as a mystery. A mystery is infinite and infinity is mysterious—both are like a symphony, intertwined with each other making them chalcenterous and existing in oneness. To understand a mystery, you need to be boundless and infinite, transcending all possible concepts and impossible concepts, all possible 'non-concepts' and all impossible 'non-concepts'. Mysteries are beyond conception as well as non-conception. They are mysteries, boundless and infinite! They are stacked upon each other in a terracing manner, shrouded in the prodigious paradigm of infinity, going on and on till infinity!

“Aren't we all tired of reading about heroes who are binded by law and righteousness and can't act on their own free will or villains who are just bad and evil, why don't we try something different, something like anti hero who aren't binded by the law". Follow zero who is regarded as a useless hero on his adventure across a mythical world full of adventures and danger.

Hello there, person behind the screen. I'm a self-proclaimed author and God of this novel world. Well, about this book's story, it's all about this little girl who wants to be a sage and acquires a tattered book from a stranger. So what are the three things you must and shouldn't expect from this kind of novel? First, I'll try my best to cover the entire world and put a little bit of sugar coating inside. Two, don't expect too much from this novel or the world itself. I'm not a good storyteller, and I won't please everyone. Lastly, if you're lucky and went inside this world... Then do your best to survive and have a fun life. I don't know you, and you don't know me; don't expect that I'll cover you or put your name here. And that's all! Enjoy reading! :')

[🥉 #10 System in my real life 🥉 ]"I don't have any powers and I don't want any." Victor snorted. "Well, there is no turning back now. At this stage, you can't control your primal instincts and your will to morph. Although, they are vital for a shape-changer." Maks's eyes rounded, pacing back and forth, "I can't control my primordial instinct..." He said. "It's primal_" "They're the same thing!" He yelled back. He was going to freak out if he found himself in a situation where he couldn't help himself. He gazed at his hands. Then he started slowly. "This is your first and least level of cultivation, you'll have to keep going."

Nightingale city protects its inhabitants from the cruelty of the outside world. Everyone has their own place and is happy to live here until death. Just follow the rules. Pay no attention to the behavior of the locals. Do not try to learn the dark secrets of this City. Don't ask what happened in 1996, how the Masked Man and his Freak Circus are connected. Don't ask about witches. Don't go outside at night. Don't look for the truth. Otherwise, in the morning you will find a witch's pouch nearby. Or stay at the Circus forever

I learned early that if you’re born at the bottom, the world doesn’t hate you. It just doesn’t see you. I wasn’t mistreated. I was useful. A donor. A background presence. The kind of person wealthy families keep around until they don’t need him anymore. I got good at being invisible. Then someone pointed a gun at my chest. And Seraphina Knowles, the most powerful woman in the city said, “Apologize to him.” Men who wouldn’t have remembered my name minutes earlier dropped to their knees. It should’ve felt like victory. It didn’t. Because power doesn’t erase what you were. It tests what you’ll become. Behind closed doors, I’m the Chairman of Prism Dragon Group. I could end careers with a signature. Crush bloodlines with paperwork. But I don’t move in anger. I watch. And when I start watching, I find something rotting inside my own empire money disappearing too carefully to be a mistake. Betrayal hiding behind polished smiles. This stops being about humiliation. It becomes war. Bennett Sterling inherited power but never discipline. He mistakes noise for strength. I let him believe that. Men who panic expose themselves. Now arrests are being made. Empires are trembling. And the boardroom is about to learn who truly holds authority. I won’t smile. This was never about proving them wrong. It was about making sure no one will ever decide my worth again.