Arrogant

Gordon was the man Ashley believed she could treat as disposable, a mere ordinary son-in-law with no ambition, no wealth, and no future. What she didn’t know was that her empire, her victories, and even her crown were built on the foundation he laid in silence. When years of sacrifice are met only with scorn, Gordon finally walks away. Ashley, arrogant and certain he can never leave her, welcomes his departure… until the walls of her empire begin to crack. One by one, the allies, fortunes, and power she believed she earned slip through her fingers. Meanwhile, the “ordinary” man she dismissed begins to rise. His true identity emerges piece by piece, wealth beyond imagination, influence that shakes the city, and a new love that finally values his devotion. By the time Ashley realizes the truth, it may be too late. The man she thought beneath her has become someone she can only look up to… from the shadows of her own ruin.

Elara has survived a whole year in the dragon king's palace being invisible, just another servant in a kingdom were dragons rule and humans serve. But her whole life is turned upside down when she's reassigned to the King's private chambers. Draeven Thorne, an ancient, arrogant and insatiable dragon who's bedded thousands, yet the touch of this trembling girls makes him feel something he's never felt in his 3000 years of existence: The fated bond's pull. Elara feels it too, a dangerous heat she can't explain. So she does what any sane person would do, She runs. Big mistake. Dragons love a chase and Draeven Thorne always catches his prey. But Elara isn't just a servant, she's something else entirely and as she begins to uncover what she truly is she's caught in a deadly game between two obstinate dragon brothers, one who claims she's his destiny and the other who believes she could be his salvation.

The peak of martial arts could move mountains and fill the seas, capture the stars and seize the moon! Reverse the flow of time! Sword extremity, one sword to form the dao, one sword to achieve immortality, one sword to break the law! Jian Chen, a young man from earth, suddenly transmigrated into the body of a disabled young man and happened to discover a great secret in his body, which allowed his spirit soul to continue to evolve. A world where prodigies and experts are everywhere, he uses the sword in hand to rise to the absolute peak. “I am Jian Chen, with Sword in hand, walking without fear, one sword to create Legend.” From then on, the Sword God Jian Chen was born, and created a Legend for thousands of years. "The world will rot one day, but my respect will be eternal!"

In the shimmering metropolis of Oakhaven, the elite live in glass towers while the "trash" survives in the soot below. Lucian Veyne is the king of that trash. To the world, he is a nameless scavenger, a beggar who collects aluminum cans and fixes broken phones in rain-slicked alleys. But Lucian has a secret: He owns the city’s darkness. Ten years ago, the Vale Family—owners of the city’s largest pharmaceutical empire—let his mother die on the hospital steps because she was "worthless." Since that day, Lucian hasn’t been looking for a job; he’s been building a system. Through the "Debt Web" (micro-loans to the desperate) and the "Whisper Network" (an army of invisible homeless spies), Lucian has quietly tethered every corrupt politician, crooked cop, and greedy CEO to his thumb. When Seraphina Vale, the arrogant heiress of the empire that killed his mother, publicly humiliates him, she triggers the final phase of his plan. She thinks she’s crushing a beggar. She doesn’t realize she’s just declared war on the man who already holds the keys to her father’s vault.

Three years ago, Drake, the legendary Asura Marshal, was the shield of the nation. But at the height of his glory, he was betrayed by the High Council and poisoned with the "Yin-Soul Toxin," leaving him crippled and powerless. To survive, he became the "trash" son-in-law of the Vance family. For one thousand days, he endured the world’s mockery. He was forced to eat scraps, sleep in a shed, and watch as his "wife" was insulted by arrogant young masters. The world thought the Dragon had become a worm. They were wrong. The three-year limit has expired. The poison is suppressed. The Dragon has opened his eyes. "Three years ago, you took my power. Today, I take your lives." With the Black Dragon Card in his pocket and the world’s most elite Legion at his back, Drake begins his bloody march to the Capital. The "trash" son-in-law? He is the world's richest man. The "cripple"? He can shatter mountains with a single finger. The "beggar"? He is the God of War who makes Emperors kneel. Step by step, Drake will reclaim his throne. And this time, he won’t stop until the Capital is dyed red.

They called him bloodless They mocked him, beat him, finally betrayed him framing an innocent orphan and hurling him into the Ashen wastes to die a slow forgotten death. But the moment Elias Voss's blood touches a forbidden crimson altar, the empire's greatest nightmare awakens. Deep within his veins roars the primordial war God bloodline an extinct legacy of apocalyptic conquerors the gods themselves erased from history in terror. Crimson fury floods his body. Broken bones mend in seconds. A single punch shatters mana beasts that devour armies. Ancient battlefields flash before his eyes, whispering unstoppable tactics no mortals should know. Now the boy they discarded is coming back. With the sarcastic ghost general at his side, a sharp-togued swordswoman who swears she does not need him, and an unshakeable will forged in betrayal, Elias will climb from exile to overlord. Every arrogant noble who laughed at him will kneel. Every clan that turned away will regret. In floating war academies and blood-drenched arenas, a legend rises one swing, one conquest, one shattered enemy at a time. The War God is awake. And the empire will tremble.

The Imperial Crest Hotel stands as the crown of Washington’s luxury, a world of glass, marble, and secrets. Beneath its shimmering beauty works John Raymond, a quiet bellhop who spends his days serving the wealthy and enduring humiliation from those who see him as nothing. But when fate reveals that John is the long-lost heir to the empire that owns the hotel itself, everything changes. The servant becomes the master. The invisible man becomes the power behind every door that once closed in his face. Armed with wealth, intelligence, and the cold patience of a survivor, John begins to rebuild what was stolen from his family. Those who mocked him, the arrogant investors, the corrupt executives, and the woman who betrayed him for luxury soon discover that the man they dismissed is the one who holds their future. Within the glittering halls of The Imperial Crest, vengeance takes form behind polite smiles and business suits. Every deal hides a threat, every favour carries a price, and every betrayal becomes a lesson in justice. The Heir Behind the Crest is a tale of power reclaimed and pain reborn into purpose, a story of a man who rose from servitude to sovereignty and proved that sometimes silence is the loudest roar.

They broke his bones. They spat on his pride. They left him to die in the gutter. They just made the biggest mistake of their lives. Zolda was nothing—just another piece of street trash in a city ruled by cruel billionaires and ruthless gangsters. But on the verge of death, the heavens blinked. An ancient seal shattered, gifting him the Kunao Inner Eye and the forbidden Legacy of the Divine Healer. Now, Zolda sees what no human can: the flow of blood, the cracks in bones, and the dark secrets rotting inside the elites. He doesn’t need a scalpel to save you, and he doesn’t need a gun to end you. With a flick of his wrist and a single silver needle, he controls life and death. From crushing arrogant young masters at charity galas to battling cyborg assassins and dismantling ancient immortality cults, Zolda is on a warpath. Along with a genius fallen heiress and a deadly assassin-doctor, he’s building an empire on the ruins of his enemies. One hand offers salvation. The other delivers absolute destruction. In a city where money used to be god... Zolda is the new religion. "You have two choices: Get cured, or get crushed. The Emperor is in session."

In the Empire of Solara, magic is biology. You are either born with a "Core," or you are "Dross"—worthless commoners used as disposable labor. But Drogo Vance is worse than Dross; he is a "Null." His body acts as a magical void, a condition that makes him a pariah, useful only as a living sponge to absorb toxic magical waste for the highborn. Drogo endures the agonizing poison of the nobility’s excess magic for one reason: to buy medicine for his dying mother and shield his gifted younger sister, Elara, from the Academy’s predatory recruitment. But when an arrogant Duke’s son uses Drogo for target practice and pushes him into the Chasm of Forgotten Gods—a pit where raw magic goes to die—Drogo does not perish. In the crushing dark, his Null physiology resonates with an ancient, sealed entity. [System Initialization: The Abyssal Archive Awakened.] [Host Attribute 'Null' detected. Conversion: Infinite Capacity.] [Legacy Unlocked: The God of Entropy.] Drogo returns not as a mage who borrows power, but as a predator who devours it. He can strip a Grand Wizard of their magic with a touch and turn their own spells into dust. The "Good Commoner" died in the pit. The "God-Slayer" has risen, and he is very, very hungry.

Gibson sat across from his mother-in-law, his heart racing as he tried to process her shocking demand. “Divorce?” he repeated, his voice trembling. “Yes, divorce,” the woman replied with an arrogant sneer. “I don’t think you’re good enough for my daughter.” Gibson took a deep breath, trying to control his emotions. He knew his mother-in-law had never approved of him, but he had never expected her to demand a divorce. “May I ask who wants the divorce?” he asked calmly. “It doesn’t matter,” Helen, his mother-in-law replied dismissively. “All that matters is that I want it.” “With all due respect, I don’t think it’s that simple,” Gibson said firmly. “My wife and I have built a life together. We’ve been through a lot, and we love each other.” The mother-in-law scoffed. “Love? Don’t make me laugh. You and my daughter were struggling to make ends meet when you got married. But now, thanks to her hard work, she’s become the CEO of a top 10 company in the city. She can do much better than you.”