Blacksmith: You Are Making Mjolnir For The Forging Exam?

What would you do if you woke up to find a door in your room? No, not and ordinary, well-behaved room that stays in the wall where it belongs, but one standing near the side of your bed that leads to another world.

“You’re nothing but a worthless piece of shit Ethan, nothing good will ever come out of you!” “I can’t believe my sister married you. You belong to the streets. You belong with the trash!” “You’re a fool! A nobody. An idiot!” Ethan White was the live in son-in-law of the Rogers family, whom everyone loathed. He was scorned upon, despised and forced to do irritating jobs just to make ends meet. However, fate played a strange role in his destiny, and he soon discovered that he’s the heir to a multi-billion dollar corporation. Vowing to make his enemies - most especially his in-laws pay, he decides to enact his revenge. In secret, he’s Mr White, the enigmatic CEO and anonymous billionaire, but in broad daylight he’s still the worthless son-in-law with nothing to his name. Still he swore to make them all pay. With their sweat and blood!

After discovering the secret of the rich and why he was forever humiliated amongst his peers, Stan Gibson decided to leave the school made for the rich and elites back to the streets where he belonged. But on getting out, he was attacked by a group of tugs. At the blink of death, he was found and possessed by something called ADOTH. ***** “Adoth, what did you say you were again?” He asked with so much curiosity. [I have been called many names by different species in the universe, more often I was addressed as a system, so I guess you can call me that too. My aim which I already told you is to help my host save their planet from destruction but they have all failed in the planets which I’ve been to and now earth is next and it is up to you to save it or watch it being destroyed.]

In his final moments, he was given a chance to be back in the past by sacrificing his system. Clark promised himself that he would not let fate decide his future. … “Hey stop right there! Who are you? If you don’t have an appointment then you may leave” “Tell your master that I want to meet him” “Wait, Mister, Who are you?” “I am… Clark Montediore” His eyes glowed in the radiance of an amber. The mark of the Montediore. And that is how the missing child of Montediore came back. For his parents? For the love that he had for his family? For power? Of perhaps status? No, it is for something much more important than that.

"As the last surviving heir of the richest and most powerful family, I ask you to come back and claim your rightful place." "You want me to reclaim the family's fortune, now?" He asked, his pale blue eyes staring brightly at his butler. "Sire, this household has been waiting for you for years now. It is time." ✩★✩ Lucas Williams resumes his family fortune because he wants to protect his family.

Wrong place Wrong decisions Wrong timing All coincidence... Or maybe not? "What the hell, did he just blow his brains out" Dylan screams getting brain matter of his face. "Welcome to the natural Selection" Ever played game where there are no rules, no second chances, no reruns, one life and that's all you get, you are stuck in a battle royal for 3 months?. Only this is a reality and you die in the game you die in real life!. 5 years since the launch of the brutal and barbaric games 100 players and no survival will this be the turning point? or will all new 25 players die before they get to the end?. After a night of bad choices. Will Anyone survive The game of natural selection. "We are all going die!"

I am a fool in a world I cannot comprehend, but in my world, I am an Ace." ~ Sultan Armstrong. *** EXTRACT: Sultan's own reflection in the water, the Fool, began to animate, mouthing the words he was saying. Huh?! Sultan's eyes widened in disbelief. "What the hell?" Sultan whispered, stepping back from the pool. "W..what are you?" His voice rose, tinged with fear. ...... "I am you. You are me. I am the Fool. You are the Fool. We are the Fool."

No, this can't be the end, I've worked so hard to get to my current level, I refuse to accept this result. I can't go down without a fight!' Drake kept saying in his mind as he slowly crawled towards the door that will take him directly to his base. «Ding! Does player 439237 (Drake) wish to obtain the Power Level Card? Y/N» A notification popped up on his interface and he surprised as well as delighted. This was exactly what he needed right.. a boost. “Yes!” «Ding! Power Level Card obtained in 3.. 2.. 1.. Good luck!» 'Good luck?' And then everything went white. What do you do when you wake up and find yourself inside the very game that you love? What would you do when you realize that you have not only become an NPC — you have been thrown back in time before the game even launched! What will happen when our protagonist's two realities coincide? Drake was a professional game leveler before his transmigration. Now he's inside the game, with no tools, a level zero and literally the armies of the opponents are out to kill him. A fun game, just became a Kill or be Killed. One Man stands against an entire Galaxy. “Be it the Germinal, the Six Nations, or even the entire Galaxy itself.. nothing an no one will stop me from getting back home.. I, Drake Michaelson, will stand my ground against all who hunt me.” GALAXY: ONE AGAINST ALL.

Vanillope was accused of killing her own mother and was sent to juvenile, inside she was tortured, starved and beaten but those pain was nothing compared to what awaits on her, she was sent on a battle ring in fight with the other prisoner that has only one objectives: to kill or to be killed. But little did she knew it was just the start, the start of the concept of killing each other. After winning she was sent to a more horrible place where a systematic maze game were happening, where you can't do anything but survive in order to achieve what you want. But for her, she will do anything to achieve what she want which is revenge. A little tip, if you want to survive on a maze, one thing you better do; unleash that devil inside you.

The Judge nodded and a gleeful smile formed across his mouth. "On the basis of the prosecutor and evidences, I declare Elijah guilty of sexual assault to Miss Chloe." Elijah looked at the Judge, his eyes as dead as last year's snow. He didn't say anything. "As punishment for your actions, Mr Elijah," the judge announced coldly and unforgivingly. "You'll be stripped of your inheritance from Lord Owen. You're hereby sentenced to spend the next eight years in prison with nothing to your name." The judge banged his gravel, sealing Elijah's grim fate. "You'll regret this," Elijah grinded his teeth bitterly, tears smarting his eyes. "I swear to God, I'll make every single one of you pay!"