Body Tempering

Jason wakes up on a rather gloomy day with the intention of winning back the affection of his wife, Diane. He knew he had a limited shot at this but he would do anything to give her the life she deserves. Unfortunately and fortunately for him, he would not only witness the heartbreaking scene of his wife in his boss's arms but would also end up almost losing his life and his wretched man's identity in an accident. He woke up nameless, faceless and memory-less in the VIP section of an hospital which belonged to his father whom he does not remember knowing. As he healed with a scarred face, he was gradually introduced into the luxurious, dangerous and fast paced life of the wealthy people of ArkWrath. He swiftly rose to the tag of the 'Ruthless Masked Heir' of the richest man in the city of ArkWrath. Even though he eventually had a facial reconstruction surgery, his mask became his sole identity until one night when he decided to free his mind from the dangers lurking in his new world. He woke up in a woman's arm in which he vowed never to return to as his memories began to return in full wave. This only made him to be filled with the vengeance of bringing down every body who had hurt him. In the course of revenge, he realised that all his life, both former and present were lies interwoven with deceit. Jason ended up losing Ria, his daughter and his only brother whom he got to know after he ordered his death. As he realised that he could not flee his past and present, he set out on finding the woman from that night only to be hit with more bitter revelations and inevitable dangers.

"No one cares whether I live or die," Christian thought as he felt himself losing consciousness, his body weak and broken after being abused to the brink of death by his own father. When he woke, however, he found himself surrounded by a group of unfamiliar faces. These strangers, claiming to be his mother's relatives, looked at him with a mix of fury and compassion, grandfather, uncles, and aunts, people he never knew existed, stood before him. "Who dared to hurt the heir of the Sargent family?" His uncles roared, their voices trembling with rage. "The one who dares to lay a finger on my precious grandson will meet their end!" His grandfather declared with cold determination. "Here, Christian," one of his aunts smiled, handing him a sparkling black card. "This is your diamond card, one of a kind. It’s all yours, you could even buy a country with it if that’s what you want." They treated him like the most precious treasure in the world. The once-abandoned and ridiculed son of the Adam's family turned out to be the long-lost heir of the prestigious Sargent family. The same Adam family that had humiliated and tormented him was brought to their knees. Broken and desperate, they begged for his forgiveness. "Christian, we’re sorry," they pleaded. "Please, have mercy on us! After all, we’re still family!" A tale of vengeance and redemption. The Rise of Christian Sargent chronicles, a journey of an abandoned son reclaiming his identity and power as a true heir of Sargent family. As Christian unravels the mysteries of his bloodline, he forges unexpected connections, faces his enemies, and discovers the truth behind his mother’s legacy in this magical and exhilarating saga.

Additional Tags: #Romance, #Evolution, #Antihero Power in Aethelgard does not come from prayer. It comes from Divine Marks, fragments of Authority carved into existence itself. A single Mark can lift a mortal beyond the limits of flesh. With enough Marks, a being may evolve into a Saint, a Demigod, an Angel, or even a True God. But every Divine Mark has a sequence, a stage, and a burden. Ilyan Morveth was killed for one. His heart was pierced in an abandoned ruin. His killer left him there, waiting for the Divine Mark inside his body to appear. It never did. Before the Mark could manifest, an ancient soul drifted into the corpse. Then the dead man opened his eyes. Now Ilyan wakes with a closed wound over his heart, broken memories that do not belong to him, and a power he does not understand. His first day alive only gets worse. A Beast attacks him in the ruin. A mysterious Divine Mark rises from its corpse. And when Ilyan reaches Blackstone, the city gate already has his name written in the death ledger. According to the records, Ilyan Morveth died before dawn. To survive, he must play the role of a dead man whose life he barely remembers while hiding the impossible power awakening inside him. Because Miracle is not luck. It is not fate. It is the quiet violation of reality itself. A falling stone at the right moment. A wound that should not heal. A question asked one breath too late. A coincidence too perfect to be coincidence. But miracles attract attention. Ilyan is not a chosen hero. He is a survivor wearing a stolen life. And if the world insists that Ilyan Morveth should have stayed dead, then his first miracle will be proving it wrong.

In a mystical realm where humans are blessed with a unique connection to their inner selves, a wondrous fantasy world exists. Every individual is born with a Daemon, a magnificent creature believed to be the embodiment of their very soul. As they reach the age of maturity, the Daemon settles into a specific form, granting its human host a remarkable ability. However, amidst this extraordinary reality, there exists a young boy named Jacob who has faced a fate different from his peers. From the day of his birth, he was marked as different, for he was born without a Daemon. This peculiarity made him the target of relentless bullying and scorn from those who couldn't understand his absence. Enduring the constant torment, Jacob harbored a hidden strength, an indomitable spirit that refused to be crushed by the weight of his loneliness. One fateful day, as he found himself cornered once again by his tormentors, a wave of determination surged within him. No longer willing to be a victim, he unleashed an extraordinary ability, a power that surged through his veins. To his astonishment, he discovered that he possessed a system—a mysterious force guiding him through the trials and tribulations of his world. It presented him with quests, and challenges that tested his courage, resilience, and wit. Each quest completed bestowed upon him new skills and abilities, transforming him into a formidable force to be reckoned with. Jacob's journey took him across vast and enchanting landscapes, where he encountered strange creatures, forged unlikely alliances, and unraveled the secrets of his world. With every quest conquered, he grew stronger, both in body and in spirit, shedding the weight of his past suffering. Yet, as his powers expanded and his reputation grew, the system presented him with a quest that filled him

“Don’t make a scene, Marcus.” Quinn’s eyes, always so cold, flicked over him as if he were an unwanted stain. “A Saintess can’t be sullied by a man like you. Keep your distance.” For three years, Marcus Steel was a ghost in his own marriage. His wife, worshipped for her holy power, never let him near—not even a touch, not a night together. Yet every gathering, she let Alexander—her so-called ‘brother,’ his former best friend—rest his head in her lap, her hand stroking his hair, their laughter intimate and careless for the world to see. “Does it ever bother you?” Marcus whispered one night, desperation thick in his voice. “That you give him what you never gave me?” Sophia only smiled, distant as ever. “Alexander needs me. You… you’re just my duty.” When the earthquake shattered the banquet hall, Marcus reached for her through the falling debris. “Quinn! Please! Just take my hand—help me!” But her golden barrier was already around Alexander. She didn’t even look at Marcus as he screamed, “I’m your husband! Don’t leave me—” “I can’t save everyone,” she said, voice like ice. “Alex is injured. I promised to protect him.” As rubble crushed his body and hope faded, something ancient awoke in Marcus. Flames danced in his blood, power surging from the pain, the betrayal. From the ashes of humiliation and heartbreak, a dragon roared to life. Marcus Steel is dead. The Dragon King rises—and the Saintess will beg for mercy she never showed.

"What do you think you're doing Harvey? How dare you walk into my room without knocking?!" Gracia angrily exclaimed as she got up from the bed while covering her half naked body with a sexy red lingerie, something she never wore in the presence of Harvey, her husband. Harvey's fist tightened, his knuckles white with tension as his teeth grounded against each other. This moment epitomized utter disrespect, and he will not tolerate it. "How could you do this Gracia?!" Harvey yelled. "Who's this young man, how dare he interrupt our moment?" The man she was making out with said,glaring disgustingly at Harvey as he got up from the bed, wearing only a boxer and wrapping his arms around Gracia's waist. *********** On the night of his wedding anniversary, Harvey was made to sleep at the stables as the affluent guests couldn't stand the thought of spending the same abode with him. Despite this, he woke up early to make breakfast for the same people who humiliated him only to find his wife making out with another man on their matrimonial bed! When he retaliated, she threw divorce papers at him and sacked his betrayed self out of her mansion. May the Lord bless the day he broke free from the Andersons. His life took a graceful turn when it was revealed to him that he’s the biological son of the most talked about mogul in the city! Now that he has not only money but power, he swears on his mother's grave to make all those who looked down on him, wipe the very dirt on his shoes with their tongues!

"You need to get a lady pregnant!!" Aurelio Dad's loud voice rang in his head and he slowly put down the magazine he had used to cover his face giving his dad a questioning look. "A responsible one!!" *** Aurelio Bertram, a 24 years old handsome billionaire, Grandson of a mob boss and the son of a highly recognized business man in the City, and for Aurelio..he is the combination of both but was temporarily nothing. His family happened to be one of the most feared and respected family in the city. Just when he had thought of taking his revenge on one of his childhood rival and an enemy to his family, and to go for one of a huge party event, his dad and Grandpa weren't ready to allow him but since he was of age to take over their family business, he put a condition that Aurelio must get a Lady that'd get him a child to be a heir to him but it didn't go as expected. Aurelio Bertram is known as a Man whore in his family and he thought it'd be easy to fulfill his task but no, this time no single Lady got pregnant after weeks until he met, Erica James, A middle class hotel waitress, she's simple, has a very good body shape that'd make men drool over her. Her parents left her since highschool since she didn't further her educations for her own reasons, they believed nothing good would come out of her. But then after one night Aurelio spent with her, she got pregnant and thought of running away with the baby out of shame but how would she run away with the All powerful Aurelio Bertram's Child...?? A child that would be his heir?!...

Under the tyrannical reign of Eternity Corp, time is no longer an abstract concept, it is a physical commodity known as liquefied Time Core that can be bought, stolen, and siphoned directly from the human body via digital timers embedded in the wrist. The city is fractured into two extreme worlds: the Upper District, inhabited by elites possessing boundless immortality, and the squalid Lower District, where the impoverished suffocate in the gutters simply because they ran out of seconds to breathe. Axel is a former Liquidator, the number-one tactical enforcer and crown prince of Eternity Corp, engineered to be the ultimate cybernetic weapon. However, after witnessing his own father, Adrian , callously let his mother perish to preserve corporate profits, Axel chose rebellion. The price for his defection was devastating: Axel was framed by his half-brother, Valen, injected with Chronos Decay, a terminal cyber-virus that systematically ravages his heart, and cast out into the Lower District with a remaining lifespan of merely 29 days. Clinging to life and shrouded in his rigid black tactical frock coat, Axel is salvaged by Rhea, a skilled cyber-mechanic and operator of an emergency logistics clinic in the slums. Cold, ruthless, and efficient, Axel refuses to remain a victim. Instead of crawling back to beg for a lifespan quota, he weaponizes his dwindling days into a literal countdown for a radical, suicidal infiltration mission. The stakes skyrocket when Adrian deploys a wireless Vampire Drain protocol from above, siphoning the lifespans of the Lower District's citizens, including Rhea, to bait Axel out of the shadows. For Axel, this is no longer a battle for survival. This is his final logistical calculation to ensure that the exact moment the digital timer on his wrist strikes absolute zero, his father's tyrannical empire collapses alongside him into ash.

A thousand years ago, Roan was the most feared warlord in history. Undefeated in battle. Worshipped by armies. Betrayed and poisoned by his most trusted general at the height of his glory. His last breath carried one vow. I will return. He kept it. Reborn into the body of a broke, humiliated twenty year old, Roan wakes up with nothing. No home, no money, no allies — thrown onto the street like garbage by the cruel family who used him as a pawn for twenty years. At his absolute lowest, bleeding in the rain, an ancient War System activates inside him. Current rating: F. Pathetic. He almost laughed. Because the people who destroyed him had no idea what they just woke up. And the dormant king doesn’t fight with rage — he plans with ice cold precision. Every enemy catalogued. Every move calculated. Every humiliation remembered. Cole Crest threw him out. Victor Crest used him. The ancient entity that corrupted his most trusted general a thousand years ago has reincarnated and is already moving against him. They will all kneel before this is over. Rising from F rank toward the legendary S rank, reclaiming ancient power sealed since his death, uniting secret warrior clans that have waited a thousand years for his return, and protecting the one person who showed him kindness when the whole world looked away — Roan isn’t just fighting for revenge. He’s fighting to end a cycle that has lasted a millennium. The Dormant King is done sleeping. The final battle isn’t just for revenge. It’s for the soul of history itself.

"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."