Arrogant

Grit, that was Elijah Langston's life. He knew life was harsh to the poor but his life was a combo of threat— harsh and bitter like bile. People relate with him like trash, spat in his face like his life was a cruel joke. The only person who he thought had his back and believed in him, Clara, his girlfriend was caught in seclusion, in a flashy hotel room with an arrogant billionaire in, Derek Vaughn. Not a flicker of guilt, no repentance, Clara spat it to his face, calling him all sorts of gruesome names that left him devasted and shattered. “Take a look around peasant, this life is what I deserve and not the hell you made me pass through. To hell with your love!” Clara didn't just hurt him, he made him look like a fool, taking side with Derek even when he was the one hurt. But a call. Just a call changes Elijah's life.

Zane was the weakest link—the worthless, live-in Son-in-Law who cleaned floors for his wife's powerful, arrogant family on campus. Every day was a cycle of humiliation, designed to keep him weak and subservient. They called him "Zero." ​But Zane was a lie. He was the exiled incarnation of an ancient God of War, sealed in a mortal shell by a cosmic vow. His daily agony wasn't a punishment; it was a desperate containment protocol. ​When a powerful Mythic System awakens inside him, forcing him to fight back to survive, Zane realizes the terrible truth: his wife, the ruthless Student Council President, is the unwitting key to his prison. If she dies, his power unleashes and destroys the city. If he fails to protect her, the Scions of Chaos will capture her and turn his divine spark into a weapon against the world. ​Now, the Son-in-Law must rise as the Commander, using his hidden power to seize billions, crush his rivals, and fight a secret war to protect the one woman who is both his jailer and the only reason he remains a man.

In the quiet city of Whitelock , New Zealand, secrets lurked beneath streetlights and silence. The government had one strict rule no mutants. Anyone caught with powers was executed on sight. No questions. No trials. Just blood and law. Behind the polished smile of Mayor Clark, fear ruled. His only son, Alan Clark, lived a life wrapped in privilege fancy cars, spotless uniforms, admiration from nearly every girl at school. Yet beneath all that, he felt... incomplete. Like something in him waited to awaken. It all started the night of the President's son's party. The lawns of the Danny estate glittered with golden lights. Music thundered. Laughter spilled into the air. Teens danced like they had no past no future. Just now. Alan stood alone at the edge of the pool, a red solo cup in hand, untouched. His jaw clenched each time Danny passed by with his arrogant smirk. Memories from the Freshers' Night burned in his mind shame, humiliation, rage. He should've never come here. Then it happened.

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.

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!"

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.

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.”

In a world where mortals strive to defy the heavens, where mountains float and oceans roar with spiritual beasts, the cultivation world stands on the edge of chaos. The Radiant Court rules above all—seven Thrones, unshaken for ten thousand years. They decide who rises. They decide who falls. But there is a legend whispered in silence. A name spoken only in riddles. A figure who once stood above the heavens… and walked away. Chen Fi. No one knows where he came from. No one knows how strong he truly was. Only the oldest cultivators remember the tremble in the world when he last raised a hand. They say he once refused the title of Immortal Emperor. They say he gave up the Nine Dao Thrones. They say he saw something beyond power… and chose peace. Now, hidden in a quiet valley unknown to most maps, he lives as a humble hermit—drinking tea, fishing under cherry blossoms, and raising a single orphan boy. But peace never lasts. When the world begins to stir—when arrogant sects send disciples to claim his land, when the Thrones grow fearful of a man they could never control—old echoes awaken. Chen Fi does not seek conflict. But should conflict find him… He reminds the world why it once knelt.