Body Tempering

Two weapons clanged. A sturdy long stick with a large mace on top was swayed aside by a strong female warrior. With her short reddish hair and a menacing yell, she trusted her chain mace towards a tall girl with a long pointy tail and protruding fangs. She barely dodged her attack, throwing her body to the ground of the arena. The audience behind the flimsy fence roared and cheered in a frenzy. They were packed tight around the rocky walls, thirsting for blood. The fallen girl heaved, holding her weapon tight. Standing up, she narrated, "Someone once joked 'Go to Heaven for the climate, Hell for the company'. Only fools can believe this to be true." Her opponent cackled with a smirk, ready for another attack. "Do you want to know what it's like down here? Well, let me tell you.” The woman in question entered this world as a very old and very ill woman. Surrounded by her loved ones, she closed her eyes and entered a hell-like dimension. It resembled a large city floating on a lake of lava, called Helltown. With very little resources, she had to find a way to survive. Luckily, there was hope. The woman used a spell to become a beautiful young woman with super strength. Disguised, she fought demons, escaped the slums, ended up in a brothel and then as a gladiator in an arena. With many enemies and shifty allies, she finally managed to catch a break and get to the top floors, where the intrigues truly start. Along the way, we learn more about her life on Earth and the possible reasons for her being there. Can she stay sane among such evil? What is Helltown, and does it affect the life on Earth? A lot, actually.

He had been framed, his soldiers had been killed and his family had been exiled, it wasn’t long before they came for his head too. His fiancé had sold his family secret just to get back at him and his best friend had shown his true colors while also revealing the real nature and goal of the tyrant king he had spent his entire youth serving. There was no escape, he was a sinner who was detested by the civilians he protected at the frontier, of course he had to die. There was no time to check the right and wrong. Those who should be executed shouldn’t be left standing. Death visited him and claimed his life, but it never took him away. Instead, he was thrown back to six years when all the chaos hadn’t happened and he wasn’t even a general talk less of a sinner. His fate could be rewritten. But nothing was ever easy, he woke up in the body of a good-for-nothing man who was six cities away from his former city, the city he found himself in was the third poorest city in the whole empire. How was he supposed to stop the tyrant king, his two-faced best friend and his disloyal fiancé who were determined to get control of the whole empire even at the risk of innocent people? And stop another chaos from ensuing in the empire. They stood at the top while he was at the bottom. Not to mention that the first challenge he had to surmount was a vicious family who blinded him as soon as he regained some comprehension in his new body. But nothing had ever stopped him before, he was a stubborn man who was resilient even in the face of death.

Ren, a young man considered trash in his sect due to his inability to cultivate, lives in the shadows of ridicule and ostracization. However, he harbors a secret both terrifying and extraordinary: every time he nearly dies from a technique, his body strangely absorbs and copies that technique permanently, making it his own. From simple fire punches to lethal holy sword strikes, or even destruction by legendary domains, Ren rises again with the enemy's power now a part of him. This unique condition transforms his suffering into a source of infinite power, propelling him from a loser into an unrivaled entity in the world of cultivation. Ren's journey begins from the bottom, using his first "death" to master basic techniques he couldn't even learn before. With ingenuity and courage, he begins to strategically seek out greater "deaths," allowing himself to be struck by stronger and more dangerous techniques. Every "death" is a rebirth, every wound is a lesson, and every trauma is a power-up. His reputation as the "Copycat Immortal" begins to spread, though most only see him as a mysterious and terrifying cultivator, without understanding the true source of his power. He must face increasingly powerful enemies, from sect rivals to regional tyrants, and finally ancient forces that threaten the existence of the universe. As time passes, Ren not only accumulates a vast arsenal of countless techniques but also begins to understand the true nature of his condition. Is it a curse, a blessing, or a cosmic anomaly? His quest takes him beyond the boundaries of the mortal world, challenging Gods and Demons, and uncovering conspiracies hidden for thousands of years. With every "death" that brings him closer to total destruction, Ren instead moves closer to the peak of immortality

"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?!...

"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!

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."

After dying in a fission blast that decimated an entire state, Maxmillan's soul transmigrated into the body of a five-year old in a new world where Astra Mystralis — an energy that causes endless magical manifestations, could be harnessed and manipulated to invoke countless amazing magical effects. But unfortunately for Maxmillan, he couldn't sense or perceive Astra Mystralis, talk more of control or manipulate it and was therefore labeled a 'Reject' which prevented him from interacting with anyone in the society, since they avoided him like a deadly contagious plague that killed immediately it was contracted. So, with such a label accompanying Maxmillan everywhere, how would he survive? How would he fare against the oppressive, abusive and wicked intimidatory acts done to him by the proud and lofty casters of Astra Mystralis? Would he be able to thrive and function in a world where everyone, including five to six-year olds could control Astral Mystralis and bring about myriad fascinating magical effects? To know more, follow Maxmillan in his unfathomably-arduous journey as he tries to survive, thrive and defeat every nigh-insurmountable odd that would appear in his path using the Supreme Battle-Technology System; a dimension-warping, living technological consciousness that possesses near-infinite, super-advanced technologies and would rewardingly empower him with futuristic items like: Multiple-Barrel Laser Burst Emission Gun, Strength-Amplifying Exo-Mechanical Arms, Wide-Area Plasmic and Electric Arc Grenades, Outer-Space Fast-Flight Heavy Armor, Turbo-Thruster Propelled Super-Speed Ultracycle and many others, for as long as he can complete suddenly prompted tasks, quests and missions before their stipulated deadlines. So, with unending technological empowerments, biological augmentations, and advanced cybernetical fortifications obtained from the Supreme Battle-Technology System, watch how a war-seasoned Maxmillan will fight his way through teeming large numbers of Astra Mystralis users and gradually ascend to a great height of fame, honor and glory!

# HELLSPAWN HUNTER ## Synopsis **When the gates of Hell crack open over his hometown, seventeen-year-old Kael Draven should have died with everyone else. Instead, he made a deal with a dying demon—and became something the supernatural world has never seen before.** Kael's father was a legendary Hunter who died keeping secrets. His demonic bond makes him an abomination in the eyes of his father's former allies. And Vex'thul, the ancient demon sharing his headspace, won't shut up long enough to let him figure out which side he's supposed to be on. **Vex'thul the Unbound has survived three millennia by being paranoid, ruthless, and absolutely insufferable. Now he's stuck in the body of an idealistic teenager who thinks "heroism" is a viable career path.** Together, they're humanity's most dysfunctional defense against the supernatural apocalypse. Kael wants to save everyone. Vex wants to survive everything. Neither is getting what they want. The Hunter Academy doesn't train half-demons. Vampire covens don't trust monsters with consciences. Exorcist orders shoot first and ask questions later. And somewhere in the shadows, the conspiracy that killed Kael's father is pulling strings that could unravel reality itself. **Armed with unstable demonic powers, a demon who treats life-or-death situations like a running commentary track, and a stubborn refusal to accept that some people can't be saved, Kael is about to learn that the hardest part of hunting monsters isn't the fighting—it's deciding which monsters deserve to live.** In a world where humanity's protectors might be the real villains, Kael Draven will discover that sometimes the only way to save the world is to embrace the darkness within. *Because when Hell comes calling, sometimes you need a monster to answer.*

Dead bodies come out every day from the mansion. To pay for his wife’s debt, Xavier Green worked as Fugito family’s driver. He thought that he found a decent job with insanely high pay. However, Xavier was petrified to know that he wouldn't drive for the living, but instead, he had to transport dead bodies. And yet for the sake of money, Xavier endured risking his life in this dangerous job. The handsome driver has caught the boss’s wife. He was offered a huge sum of money in exchange for being the Madam’s secret lover. When Xavier refused her, she felt so degraded. She lied to her husband, saying that the worthless driver dared to seduce her. Therefore, the furious Mr. Fugito commanded everyone to kill Xavier and abduct his family. Xavier hauled back to the mansion, and he was forced to intake a failed sample of a drug which was made in Mansion’s secret laboratory. Xavier knew it was the end, and before he lost consciousness, he blamed himself for failing to protect his family. Xavier stopped breathing. ‘He’s dead’, that’s what everyone thought. However, while they were transporting his body, Xavier suddenly woke up, killed Mr. Fugito’s men and escaped! After escaping, Xavier was reeled to find out that his appearance and physique changed after drinking the drug. Tanned skin, sharp eyes, and great build, he resembles the missing Mafia boss of the Harbor Black Mafia. And so, when the Mafioso found him, they thought that their leader finally came back. Pretending to be the Mafioso boss, Xavier vowed to take his revenge and find his family. ‘No one should know that there is Xavier Green in the face of Haiden Black’ – that is the new boss’s motto.