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"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."

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.

I've never wanted this life for myself—this life filled with perils and evil. It's like a dream I can never escape from—a dream which I'm forever stuck in. Heh, no one ever wanted this life or ever wished for it. You'd be either insane or extremely evil to wish for this kind of life—the life where you don't have a choice over anything—the life where you're bound by your deepest desires. I never wanted to enter into the supernatural world. I never wanted to come across the Crimsones[1], Lycanthropes[2], demons and the rest. I never wanted to be involved in anything pertaining to the dark and supernatural world. I had always yearned for freedom and not servitude. But of course I was wrong all along. I had been delusional, thinking I'd be able to escape it all—to escape from fate. I never knew I would be pulled into this mess, becoming one of those dark creatures which roam about in the ungodly night. I never wanted to be a merciless predator who was also a prey to another predator (what a food chain!). But all is good. No matter what I shall not alli myself to degenerate into a heartless monster who only knew how to tear flesh, spill blood and break bones. I cannot allow my desires to pull me down. I cannot be corrupted by the abyss! My name is Daniel Stark and what I'm about to tell you is a real life horror. I don't know what you call horror or romance or fa Intasy but this story I'm about to tell you, you need to listen attentively and not miss a bit of information. This is my story—one beginning with pain.

After being in a coma for more than a year, Zavier Rockwell, finally felt like he had gotten his release. As he floated as a ghost, he regretted his actions. Being ungrateful to the family that wanted nothing more than seeing him succeed. Clouded by his illegitimate status, Zavier Rockwell wanted nothing more than soar higher, take his oldest birthright and stand tall among others. But how could he succeed when his fate was already written before his very birth? Zavier Rockwell lack of business acumen made him fail miserably which resulted in him getting a sentence of life, destined to spend the rest of his life behind the four corners of a prison. But that wasn’t what the book of destiny decreed. All it took was one vengeful spirit and he was comatose for life. With his pathetic life ending, never in a million years did he thought that he would get a second chance. But as they say, man proposes and god disposes. Zavier Rockwell found himself reborn a few months before he officially blackened. This time, he wasn’t just a useless second rich generation kid but he was equipped with a prodigal system. [Ding! Spend 100 million at the targeted location. Reward – an immortal pill. Failure – deduction of 60 hours’ worth of lifespan.] Equipped with such a system, what could Zavier Rockwell who swore that if he ever gets a second chance at life would become a prodigal son and never mess with the family business do? He could only grit his teeth and squander the money that his family was earnestly making and, in the process, found himself capable and prosperous. Why was the script looking so wrong the more money he squanders?

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.

A few reporters gathered at the carnival of a newly formed kingdom. They started asking the citizens a few questions about their new King. Reporter: What do you think about your new King? Person A: He is a crazy man. Person B: He is a... maniac. Person C: He is a family man. At once everyone around them looked at the Person C as if he had gone crazy. Person C cleared his throat: Well, what I heard is that he wouldn't go crazy until no one speaks a word against his babies. He loves them so much. Everyone thought for a whole two seconds and nodded their heads. Reporter: So, your King has babies? Can you tell us about them? What about your Queen? Person A: They are weird. She is too. Person B: They are... monsters. She is a... Tree. Person C: They are cute and adorable. She is too. Once again everyone around looked at the Person C as if he had gone crazy. He once again cleared his throat: Well, if you want to survive in this kingdom, even if you know what they are, you have to say that they are cute and adorable. Once again everyone nodded their heads after thinking for two seconds. The reporters are confused by their answers. A human and a tree gave birth to monsters? What are they talking about? After asking around for a while, they got the answer: The hate in their King's heart makes the Monster tree grow. At the end of the Carnival the reporters got another news. Person A and B were killed by their King while Person C got a reward from him. Reporters: He really is a Manic tyrant.

"We'd like you to come with us to the station immediately," Vanessa's heart began to beat faster, "I don't understand," she said, "What for?" "Mrs Spencer, you're wanted as a prime suspect in the murder of your husband, Mr Christopher Wesley. You need to come with us to the station for questioning. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you do or say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you. I suggest you don't try to resist. Do you understand the rights I have just read to you?" Vanessa's jaw dropped. Christopher was dead! It was impossible to believe. She'd just spoken to him that afternoon. It had to be a mistake. She nodded, "I…. I…. I need to call my lawyer," she said, when she finally found her tongue," "Ma'am, you can do that at the station. Turn around, please," —----------- Politician and governorship candidate, Christopher Wesley is dead; shot in the head right in his own house. The killer is unknown, but the police have a suspect —his estranged wife, Vanessa Spencer Detective Alaric Harper and his partner are placed in charge of this case and at first Alaric is certain that Vanessa had killed her husband. Her motive? He's not sure of. When Vanessa begins to get calls from an unknown person wanting money he claims Christopher had stolen, Alaric has no choice but to accept that their killer is yet to be found. He is determined to get to the bottom of this case and he's sure that he will, but one thing he never expected — falling for Vanessa.

Alex was reborn into Blue Star, a world of advanced technology and modern comforts, yet ruled by the ancient, unchanging power of royal families. As a prince of the mighty Roshar Kingdom, he was born into luxury but cursed with minimal talent for the martial arts that defined this world's elite. Seeing the brutal intrigue within his own family, his sole ambition became a simple one: to avoid the throne's bloody games and survive a long, quiet life of privileged obscurity. That plan shattered when he was framed for a rebellion he knew nothing about. Cast out by the king without a trial or explanation and abandoned by a mother who refused to even say goodbye, Alex was exiled to the Wall—the world's most feared military penal colony. As a low-ranking, seemingly untalented warrior, everyone believed he was being sent to a silent death. But the Wall was not a prison. It was the grim, hidden truth from the normal people. Here, Alex witnessed the real war: a daily, desperate struggle against nightmarish monsters, a crisis kept secret from the peaceful, modern world behind a veil of royal and Council lies. Facing the terror for the first time, he realized the world's cruel hypocrisy and his own terrifying fragility. Yet, in the carnage, he discovered a latent, macabre gift: the ability to harvest strength from the fallen. This power could change everything, offering a path to survival and vengeance. But even as he grasps this chance, burning questions haunt him: Why was he, the deliberately passive prince, chosen as the pawn? Why did his father condemn him without a word? Why is the true horror of their world buried beneath a facade of normalcy? Armed with a secret that could elevate him or mark him for death.

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.