Beau-père / Belle-mère

Two children, a boy and girl on the same day were visited by two divine beings. While the girl made contact with Fah, the divine spirit of light, the boy was approached by Varic, the vampiric spirit of death. With the two children being connected by a string of fate, let's see what the world has I'm store for them.

I'm Evan Cross, and my upgrade path requires genuine connections with women who actually challenge me. A martial artist who uses me as a training dummy. A genius hacker who won't let anyone in. Each bond unlocks abilities I need to stop being everyone's victim.

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.

I’m Gareth Wells, which simply means Gentle Spring. I died in my first life full of regrets, pain, sadness, and sorrows, but now I’ll not be the gentle spring but the storm that will take everyone who looked down, insulted, and made my hellish life bow down to me.

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.

"To reclaim my throne, I traded my soul for a System." Zoravar had everything—a beautiful family and a peaceful life. But in one night of fire and blood, it was all ripped away. His best friend, Vikram, didn’t just betray him; he burned Zoravar alive, sold his sister to the underworld, and left his mother to rot. Left for dead in a dumpster, a charred husk of a man, Zoravar hears a cold, mechanical chime that defies the laws of nature. [Ding! Soul integration complete. The 'Silver Sinner' System is online.] The System offered him a second chance, but it wasn't a gift—it was a contract. For every drop of blood he sheds in revenge, the System claims a piece of his humanity. Now, a man made of steel and cold logic walks the streets of the city. He has no mercy. He has no fear. He only has a list of names. Yesterday, he was a victim. Today, he is the Judge, the Jury, and the Executioner. "Vikram, I’m not coming for an apology. I’m coming for everything you ever loved."

Lee Sung is an orphan without a home or family, at the age of 5 he learned to kill and steal and grew up in a slum where aggression is common. But since that day it's not the same. Author : hey, i'm Celina i write this story because i love reading and write, this my third story so please help so this become decent. Thanks for Reading <3

"Ma, Samson promises. Samson is going to repent; I won’t be a thug anymore. I'm going to find a real, honest job. So please, Ma, don't come back to haunt me, okay?" Samson knelt, tears streaming down his face, though his expression still looked like someone ready to pick a fight with the Angel of Death. Bejo held out an umbrella. "Boss, it’s almost sunset. We need to go collect the 'protection money' from the cafe owner," he said. "Hey, Bejo! I just promised Ma that I’ve repented. You little devil! Do you want my mother to rise from her grave because of what you just said, huh?!" Samson stood up. His towering height, nearly two meters, made Bejo instinctively jump back three steps. "But Boss, our stomachs aren't exactly followers of the repentance movement," Bejo squeaked, trembling. Samson wiped his fierce face. "From this second on, call me Samson the Protector. I’m going to find honest work. Anything! As long as I'm not shaking people down anymore." A wealthy woman looked Samson up and down, scrutinizing him. "Your body is quite large. It just so happens I need a new guard dog. I just fired the old one because he was afraid of cockroaches." Samson was ready to explode. "Hey, lady! You think I—" "Fifty million a month. Meals are provided, and you get an Italian suit for a uniform. Interested?" the woman interrupted, handing him a gold-plated business card. Samson fell silent. He then whispered under his breath, "Ma, this is honest work, right? Just being a guard dog for a billionaire."

I died as the Nine Realms’ strongest Sovereign. Or so they thought. I woke up 5 years ago in a broken body — no memories, no cultivation, no name. The Carter family took me in as their live-in son-in-law, a dog they kicked for three years straight. The day my cheating wife threw divorce papers at me, I signed without looking back. At the crossroads, a girl in white was waiting. She called me “Your Majesty”... and returned something I’d buried: a shattered soul bead. With it came whispers. Fragments of a past life. And a truth: my death wasn’t an accident. It was betrayal. Now I have no power, but I have time. Nine soul fragments scattered across the realms. Nine betrayers who took my throne. Nine steps from trash son-in-law to the man who rewrites the heavens. They think I’m crippled. They think I’m done. Let them laugh. Every slap, every insult, every “worthless”... it’s all fuel. Because when the last fragment awakens, the Sovereign returns. And this time, I won’t die alone.

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