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“Don’t make a scene, Marcus.” Quinn’s eyes, always so cold, flicked over him as if he were an unwanted stain. “A Saintess can’t be sullied by a man like you. Keep your distance.” For three years, Marcus Steel was a ghost in his own marriage. His wife, worshipped for her holy power, never let him near—not even a touch, not a night together. Yet every gathering, she let Alexander—her so-called ‘brother,’ his former best friend—rest his head in her lap, her hand stroking his hair, their laughter intimate and careless for the world to see. “Does it ever bother you?” Marcus whispered one night, desperation thick in his voice. “That you give him what you never gave me?” Sophia only smiled, distant as ever. “Alexander needs me. You… you’re just my duty.” When the earthquake shattered the banquet hall, Marcus reached for her through the falling debris. “Quinn! Please! Just take my hand—help me!” But her golden barrier was already around Alexander. She didn’t even look at Marcus as he screamed, “I’m your husband! Don’t leave me—” “I can’t save everyone,” she said, voice like ice. “Alex is injured. I promised to protect him.” As rubble crushed his body and hope faded, something ancient awoke in Marcus. Flames danced in his blood, power surging from the pain, the betrayal. From the ashes of humiliation and heartbreak, a dragon roared to life. Marcus Steel is dead. The Dragon King rises—and the Saintess will beg for mercy she never showed.

Elias Thorne was a man who believed in hard work and loyalty. He spent a decade building a career for a boss who mocked him and a home for a wife who loathed his "mediocrity." But when he discovers their affair, he isn't just divorced—he is murdered, thrown from a high-rise into the black depths of the ocean. However, death is the key that unlocks his cage. The rusted ring he inherited from his missing parents wasn't junk; it was the Celestial Anchor, a seal suppressing a bloodline so powerful it terrified the gods. Reborn with the Nine Heavens Scripture and backed by the world’s most secretive and powerful conglomerate, Elias returns to the surface. He isn't just out for revenge; he’s out to reclaim a throne that spans both the corporate boardrooms and the hidden realms of immortal cultivators. "YOU TOOK MY LIFE , NOW I'LL TAKE YOUR WORLD"

Poor Dalton Hester, a man at the age of 39, ended his own life when everything around him went to hell. Losing his wife in an accident which he believed wasn’t one as it was planned by another to have it happen. The person he knew to believe to be the one to have his life killed was a criminal Dalton had put away thanks to the job of being a lawyer. That chain of events leads the poor man on top of a tall building holding a bottle almost empty of liquor. He takes a single sip from the bottle last time and then lets his own body fall forward flying towards everyone else. Dalton didn’t hold much faith in places called heaven or hell, but he had somewhat of a feeling that what a person like him did wasn’t going to be up, instead of more likely down. When darkness finally came Dalton awaited to open his eyes again to witness the flames of hell, but something different happened where he was still alive or to say reborn into a new body that wasn’t human and a new world that was like a fantasy book, movie or game. So looking at this as another chance at life Dalton decided to take it to the fullest to enjoy all the things that were different from his old world even when it was good or bad.

In Neo-Veridia, time isn’t money. It’s life. Nineteen-year-old Evan is an anomaly. In a city addicted to the dopamine rush of The Exchange—where a roll of the dice can win you a decade or kill you instantly—Evan never gambles. He works. He saves. He survives. He is the only person in the slums with a serious face and a "clean" wrist. But the House always finds a way to break you. When his father is struck down by a rare, fatal glitch in his Life-Clock, Evan is handed a death sentence in the form of a bill: 50 Years. Due in twelve hours. With no collateral and time ticking down, Evan is forced to break his one rule. He enters the neon-soaked underworld of high-stakes gambling. But as he sits at the table, surrounded by desperation and sharks, Evan realizes something terrifying. He isn't just lucky. When he looks at the spinning wheels and shifting cards, he doesn't see chance. He sees math. He sees trajectories. He sees the future. Evan is about to play the most dangerous game in history. He isn't just playing for his father’s life anymore; he’s playing to bankrupt the system that enslaved humanity. The odds are one in a million. Evan likes those odds.

Warren made to speak but just then the MC got the stage, officially welcoming everyone to the gala. Just then Lady Williams joins them. Surprised couldn't describe what she felt seeing Warren at the gala. “What's he doing here?” She asked. “We’re just as shocked as you are grandma,” Troy said. “Don't stand close to us. I don’t want anyone thinking we are actually associated with a commoner like you,” Laurel said. Soon they were interrupted by the loud voice from the speaker. “...Please welcome on stage, the host of tonight's gala and newly appointed CEO of Sterling Heights, Warren Easton.” Loud cheers and applauses erupted immediately. Warren made his way to the front and stood until the noise died down. His eyes squarely on the Williams family. He watched as their faces switched from the looks of confusion to realisation to that of surprise. He had them where he wanted them. Bingo.

Enzo wasn’t special. He wasn’t chosen. He wasn’t even paying attention. So how did he end up kicked out of his own body and replaced by an exiled heavenly god? One moment, he was running from a deadly plague with his best friend Finn. The next, he’s a disembodied soul—floating like a confused ghost—while a dramatic celestial being named Dimitri sets up shop inside his body. Now Dimitri is mastering ancient techniques overnight, turning heads at the prestigious Arcane Academy, and pretending to be Enzo. Meanwhile, the real Enzo is stuck in spirit form, invisible to everyone, complaining loudly, and trying desperately to stop Dimitri from causing an interdimensional incident. And Finn? Finn just wanted to save their village. Instead, he's babysitting his ghost best friend and his new divine roommate. One of them is the body. One of them is the soul. Neither of them are in control.

147 monsters. Kaelen Venn remembers every single one of their final apologies. Not out of sentimentality, but because most of them used to be human. In the haunting world of Elegy’s Cradle, ignored grief doesn't just fade away—it transforms. It morphs into hollow, hungering beasts that used to have names. Kaelen is a Grave-Warden. His job? Hunt these creatures down before they spread. His second, unwritten job? Make sure he doesn't become one of them. To fight the darkness, Kaelen has deliberately fractured his own soul, transforming the world’s raw sorrow into devastating power. But this magic demands a terrible toll. He has already forgotten the sound of a laugh he once cherished—he doesn't even remember *whose* it was. Six Wardens carried this burden before him. All six became the very monsters they hunted. Kaelen has survived longer than any of them, but survival feels like a curse. Until he meets **Solm Veylan**. Solm doesn't look like a monster. He looks like a peaceful savior. With the ability to strip away a person's grief, Solm leaves people smiling, calm... and completely empty. Now, with agents embedded in every global faction, Solm aims to awaken a two-thousand-year-old entity to erase grief from the world forever. He calls it ultimate mercy. Kaelen calls it an apocalypse of the soul. Flanked by **Mira**, a half-transformed twelve-year-old girl he chose to save rather than execute, Kaelen stands as the final wall against this blissful annihilation. Because grief isn't a disease to be cured; it is the raw, agonizing price of love. Kaelen has been paying that price for eight years. And he will keep paying it—even if it tears his soul apart. ---

To save his family, he had to stop being human. Twenty-four-year-old Jid has spent his life in the dirt, breathing the rust of the Bulwark slums. As the sole guardian of his younger sister, Sommy, his world is measured in scraps of bread and the hours of backbreaking labor he sells to the powerful guilds. He doesn’t dream of glory; he dreams of a roof that doesn't leak and a meal that doesn't taste like ash. But the world outside the walls is changing. The "Infected" are evolving, and the shadows are growing teeth. When a high-stakes raid into the forbidden zones turns into a bloody execution, Jid is the one left behind. Betrayed and gutted by the monsters in the dark, he should have died in the mud. Instead, something ancient and hungry found him first. Jid wakes up to a world he no longer recognizes. The pain is gone, replaced by a cold, mechanical pulse in his mind and a shimmering gold light in his eyes. A strange, haunting interface now dictates his every move, granting him powers that defy the laws of time and biology—powers that the ruling corporations would kill to own. But the "System" isn't a gift. It’s a tether to an outer-world threat that views humanity as nothing more than ink on a page, ready to be erased. Now, Jid must return to the city that abandoned him, hiding the monster he is becoming while using his new abilities to protect the only person he has left. He survived the death of his old life, but as the hunger grows and the "System" begins to rewrite his soul, Jid realizes the hardest part isn't surviving the dead—it’s surviving the thing he’s turning into. And whatever is coming for him.

What?!?" Pia exclaimed. “What's within?” Saying, "Oh my God! Is that a finger that has been chopped?’ Cassandra uttered, "I'm not sure!” "What the fuck does that even mean?!?" exclaimed Pia. Cassandra says, "What?!?" Please don't look at me that way. Furthermore, I have no idea what that even means!’ Pia commented, "This is embarrassing," and Cassia responded, "Okay, I'm going to call the police right away." "No!" exclaimed Pia. Oh no, please don't! “ Cassiandra uttered, "Are you serious at this moment? Cass, that is one fucking chopped finger! Furthermore, we have no idea whose finger it is!” "I'm sure that whoever sent this wouldn't really like it if we ever called the police about this," Pia said. "I also think that they might be keeping an eye on us right now." Cassandra was already breathing heavily as she was scared and doesn't know what to do. She panicked while Pia remained calm and silent as she tries to calm her friend down. Fear flashed through Cassandra's mind as she and Pia stood next to her car, their nerves still raw from the uncomfortable meeting. "Then, what do we do now?" Cassandra's eyes darted across the surroundings while her voice wavered with anxiety. With her own heart rate accelerating due to adrenaline, Pia tried to calm their agitated minds. "Maybe we'll try to calm down first..." However, Cassandra's mind was already racing, a flash of insight emerging in her. "But wait, the letter!" Pia looked in astonishment, taken aback by Cassandra's apparent eagerness. "What?" Words flew out of Cassandra's mouth, a trace of panic in her tone. "H-Haven't that box come with a letter?" Pia's face wrinkled as she considered what Cassandra had said, realizing what had happened.

When Alex signed the divorce papers, he thought he’d lost everything, his love, his dignity, his home. What his wife never knew was that her success came from his silent power. But when the fleet of black cars pulled up and the men in suits bowed, the truth surfaced. The man she cast aside wasn’t a failure. He was the hidden heir of an empire. Now, Alex returns, not to beg for love, but to reclaim the world that betrayed him, and this time… mercy won’t be part of his fortune.