Body Tempering

I was born a genius numbers, logic, strategy… all of it came easy. Everything around me felt painfully plain, predictable, and boring. Even the web novels I read were the same heroes driven by emotion, not reason. Pathetic. But that all changed the night my family was slaughtered by people who weren’t even from Earth. I watched my mother’s body hit the ground. I heard my sister cry my name one last time before she was beheaded And then they said it .. “Your bloodline has to be erased.” Then came the darkness. When I opened my eyes, a glowing figure stood before me a being that called itself a remnant. It offered me a deal: a system unlike any other. The Architect System. In exchange for freeing it one day, I would gain knowledge and the power to rebuild, reshape, and destroy. I don’t know what this new world is. I don’t care about fate, destiny, or prophecies .I sure as hell don't plan to be anyone's pawn. All I know is this I will find the ones who killed my family . Hell I would even rewrite destiny if I have to . And when I’m done with them, they’ll wish they were never born.

Three months to live. Zero mana. One desperate lie. **That's how I became the most wanted man in Neo-Tokyo.** I told an assassin my body was "overflowing with Yang Energy." She blushed instead of shooting. I told an S-Rank Hunter her sword technique was "stiff because she's sexually repressed." She destroyed a mountain and swore eternal loyalty. I told a Succubus Queen I was "too powerful to be charmed." She became my maid. Now the is forcing me to maintain this ridiculous persona: **EXTERNAL:** "Kneel. You're not worthy of my touch." **INTERNAL:** *Oh god, if she squeezes my hand she'll break my wrist.* Every woman who desires me generates Desire Points. Lose their faith? I die. The Detective thinks I'm a criminal mastermind. The Heiress thinks I'm a caged god. My Disciple thinks my trembling is "restrained divine power." **They're all wrong. I'm just a dying scammer who weaponized charisma.** But here's the twist: The more they believe the lie... the more real it becomes. **[Warning: Contains Comedy, Face-Slapping, Steamy Mana Transfer, and a Protagonist Who Refuses to Break Character Even When Terrified]**

Thrown out of the palace as a helpless child, Kayan knew nothing of his bloodline, nothing of the kingdom he was meant to inherit. Marked with the royal sign on his body an unmistakable birthright he lived nineteen years in obscurity, raised by a stranger who showed him kindness when his own family turned away. But fate does not forget. When Kayan returns to the palace, not as a prince but as a lowly cleaner, destiny begins to stir. A chance encounter with his grieving father reveals the truth: the boy once lost is the heir long sought after. The kingdom rejoices at his return, and his father’s heart finally heals. But beneath the celebration lies a darkness waiting to strike. The Queen his stepmother, who cast him out years ago wears her smile like a mask while plotting his death. His mother, haunted by guilt for nearly two decades, vows to protect him at all costs. And amid the shadows of revenge, Kayan finds love in the most unlikely of places a fellow cleaner girl with a secret of her own. Together, they must navigate the treacherous palace walls where betrayal hides behind silk curtains and loyalty is a dangerous gamble. As power shifts, old wounds reopen, and blood ties are tested, one question remains: Can the forgotten heir survive the crown that was always his?

“Your parents will be glad you died.” The words carved deeper than claws as Kael Ashford lay bleeding out, abandoned by his guild squad and by Lyanna, the woman he loved. She turned back once, smiled, and said. “Die well, darling.” Monsters feasted slowly, savoring his screams. His parents were long dead… weren’t they? Yet that final taunt gnawed at him even as darkness claimed his life. Then the light returned. A fallen goddess,the infamous Whore Spirit,offered him a second chance. “Child of sorcerers.” She whispered. “Be reborn. Learn why a king and queen sentenced their own son to death… and make them choke on every breath since.” Eighteen years later, Kael awakens in a new body: eldest son of the feared Duskborne family, masters of shadow magic and blood sorcery. His betrayers still live, laughing about the weakling they fed to beasts. They have no idea some deaths refuse to stay buried. Vengeance burns coldest when it has waited two lifetimes. Will Kael unearth the royal secret that doomed him? Will he shatter the comrades who smiled as he died? And what forbidden power stirs in his veins, hungry to be unleashed? In a world where loyalty is an illusion and love is a blade, revenge is the only truth left.

Jake sensed a problem as soon as he left the hallway.He had circumnavigated the complex's exterior by following the gate until he had gained some distance from the creatures he hoped were still attempting to enter the pool.He cut through one of the buildings to get back to the parking lot once he was comfortable doing so.Although it was almost as if he sensed the overturned SUV, he did not immediately notice it.One of the dumpster sites in the complex had two large city dumpsters enclosed by brick walls, preventing it from reaching his location.He only had to walk a few steps before he saw the clearly upside-down portion of the vehicle sticking out from the dumpster block.He took a few more steps, and he saw something strange and reflective lying on the ground. Another few steps revealed the object's identity. Sunglasses with aviators. Jake recognized Lucas 's aviator sunglasses right away.which meant Francis , and he started to run.Run wasn't even close to being sufficient.Jake probably had never moved faster in his entire life.He didn't even give it much thought.He had forgotten about his worn-out body and aching limbs.They were a thing of the past and had long since disappeared from history.He had no idea that there were undead creatures all around.They had also become non-entities.For him, the overturned SUV and its contents were the only things that mattered.

He spent three years on his knees. He was never meant to be there. Three years ago, Kael woke up in an alley with no memories and no name. A wealthy family took him in, married him to the daughter they'd given up on, and turned him into their live-in servant—the one who apologizes when vases break and doesn't fight back when fists fly. Then something inside him starts to wake up. Hunters begin appearing. Beautiful, inhuman things that speak a name he doesn't recognize, and when they say it, something in him answers. Memories start bleeding through—memories of power, of judgment, of being something far more than human. Kael wasn't a nobody who lost his past. He was a god. The one who held other gods accountable. And when he got too close to their secrets, they ripped away his power, erased his mind, and buried him in a mortal body to suffer and forget. Now he's remembering. But every time he reaches for what he used to be, he loses a piece of the life he built here—his memories, his emotions, his connection to the wife who stayed. His brother, a god of war, is coming to finish the job. Seven days until he arrives. Kael can become what he was and lose everything human about himself, or stay who he is and die.

Kael died once. That should’ve been the end of his story. Instead, the universe spat him back into a body far too young, armed with a power too gentle for a world too cruel — healing. Now reincarnated in a realm of blood, sigils, and fucked-up prophecy, Kael is tethered to a system that refuses to let him die quietly. With every wound he mends, every soul he saves, something in the world grows obsessed with him — and it doesn't know how to love gently. This isn’t a tale of a soft-hearted healer. This is war in reverse. --- Synopsis Kael was a broken mercenary, trained to end lives cleanly and silently. When a mission went sideways, his death was supposed to be a mercy. But instead of peace, he wakes up eight years old in a world where magic is real, monsters are philosophical, and the System — an AI-like force of impossible will — has made him its chosen Healer. But healing in this world isn’t passive. To mend flesh, he must feel the pain. To revive the dead, he must stare into death. And to survive, he must master the language of combat through restoration. Thrown into an orphanage that smells like trauma and burnt bread, surrounded by allies with secrets and enemies with smiles, Kael starts building power the only way the System allows — by saving people who are definitely not worth saving. Along the way, Kael must contend with psychic cultists, violent guild politics, experimental arcane theory, and the uncomfortable truth that whatever rules this universe? It fucking loves him. Maybe too much.

They said he was broken. Born without magic. Chained at sixteen. Thrown from the sky like trash. But Kael Veyrin didn’t lack power. He had too much. In a world where floating cities rule the heavens and magic belongs only to “pure” bloodlines, Kael is a Hollowborn, someone society calls defective. During the Ascension Rite, his touch doesn’t awaken magic. It shatters it. And in doing so, he exposes a truth the world was never meant to remember. Magic was stolen.The system is a lie. And Kael is proof. Marked as a Reverter, hunted by the ruling Council, Kael discovers a forbidden ability: he can copy any spell, any power, and see magic as it was before bloodlines controlled it. But every spell costs him something far worse than pain. His identity. With every stolen ability, his mind fractures. чуж Voices bleed into his thoughts. His body changes. His humanity slips away, percentage by percentage. Now the city above wants him erased. The world below wants him dead. And the only person anchoring him to who he was is about to be executed as bait. He has one hour. A 0.03% chance of success. And a choice that will decide the fate of magic itself. Climb back to the sky… or lose himself becoming strong enough to burn it all down. Power can free the world. Or erase the boy who wields it.

[Currently under heavy edit.] Death. What is death actually? Athan, a twenty-one year old genius, died in an accident. He got hit by a truck and was thrown few meters on the ground. "I couldn't even finish reading the novel..." He regrettably thought, holding onto his phone tightly not wanting to let go. In the screen, there were letters written in a sentence waiting to be read. However, he couldn't. In his last moment, he could only think of one thing. It was his wish to finish the remaining three chapters of the novel. "I guess I'll never find out the ending..." He closed his eyes and let his mind get drowned in darkness. [ Timer left : 00Y : 00H : 00M : 03S ] [ Timer left : 00Y : 00H : 00M : 02S ] [ Timer left : 00Y : 00H : 00M : 01S ] [ Timer left : 00Y : 00H : 00M : 00S ] As the loud ticking sound rang in his ear, his mind finally gave out as he fell unconscious. He was dead. He was sure of it, but... "Eh...?" The moment he opened his eyes, he found himself in someone else's body. He stared at his hands in surprise and noticed that he was in a body of a newborn child that came out just a few moments ago. And worse, "So... Am I gonna die again?" He was reincarnated as a villain.

Jack Snyder suffered a huge car accident. Time went by, and he heard a girl’s voice calling Nozomu Shinchaku. Jack slowly opened his eyes and an unknown girl was crying in front of him, but everything about her was wrong. Long blue hair, yellow eyes, cat ears instead of normal Human ears. Jack glanced at her hand and saw sharp and long fingernails caressing his face. A fluffy blue tail was trembling behind her, signalling her worries. Jack saw a pool of blood on the ground near a rock, and he had a big bandage on his head. Strangely, his soul travelled to a young boy’s body, that judging by the pool of blood, died because of that rock. Now, he has to learn how to live in a strange Magical World as the Human teenager Nozomu Shinchaku that strangely can’t use Magic, and Magic has no effect on him. “Definition of sidekick: - A sidekick is someone who goes with the main lead on their adventures. If he is a superhero, the sidekick helps fight crime. Sometimes this word signifies an imbalance of power, and it implies that the sidekick is less powerful than the main lead. - Sidekick is one of the most effective forms of attack in a street fight. Hard kicks especially to the knee can take a larger opponent down or at least blow out his balance, leaving him vulnerable to follow-up shots.” *I intend on keeping this story free till it's finished.* *cover by Aisling Elizabeth Robinson and me*