Can't Fake The Feeling

A loser in real life. A man who can't support his family. A man oppressed by rich and powerful people. Betrayal, secrets, and a legacy of power, Mark Julius life is turned upside down when he discovers his true identity as the heir of the Blackwood Family who ‘s legacy proceeds all others. How would he repay those who trampled on him and called him names? He must protect his family legacy as well as his wife, Felicia Feathering whose family is against him at will and would stop at nothing to make him nothing.

When a disgraced medic saves the president’s daughter after a fatal crash, the footage goes viral. Overnight, Jason Rodriguez becomes the “Miracle Healer.” The world worships his touch. But the same public that crowns him also cages him, sponsors, political agendas, and old enemies disguised as allies. As Jason rises, his ethics rot. Every life he restores brings another death he can’t explain, another secret buried beneath applause. And when his own heart becomes collateral, he must decide whether the world deserves his healing, or his wrath.

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.

Samuel Gray is no one special. Just another forgotten soul in the lower levels of Novus City a place where dreams are traded for survival and even hope comes with a price. Each day blurs into the next as he delivers packages to people who don’t see him, eats food that barely tastes like anything, and falls asleep wondering if this is all life has to offer. But everything changes the night he tries to help a stranger and bleeds out in an alley. On the edge of death, a voice echoes in the darkness. > “Vitality Critical. Initializing Ascension Protocol. Do you accept?” In that moment, Samuel awakens something unimaginable: a system interface that turns the laws of life into a game complete with stats, quests, abilities, and something far more dangerous purpose. Now marked by a power that shouldn’t exist, Samuel must navigate a world where reality bends, imagination has weight, and forgotten dreams can become weapons. But the Ascension System didn’t choose him at random. There’s a reason he was chosen. There’s a cost to rising. And someone or something is watching.

Ten years ago, Alastor Vikir lost everything in a fire that consumed his family and his home. With nothing but ashes and unanswered questions, he disappeared from the world, training under a master of survival with one singular purpose: find the truth and make someone pay. Now he's back in London, but the city he returns to isn't the one he left behind. Enrolled in university under a false name, Alastor watches over Chloe Everstone—the girl whose family saved his life when he had nothing. But protecting her means navigating a world of wealth, privilege, and secrets he never asked to be part of. Including an arranged marriage to Seraphina Belmond, the sharp-tongued heiress who doesn't even know who he really is. As old memories resurface and new dangers emerge, Alastor realizes the fire that destroyed his life wasn't an accident. And the people responsible? They're still out there. Some truths are buried for a reason. Some fires never stop burning. And some debts can only be paid in blood.

A long, long time ago. In this world of power and magic, war is constant. The six realms in the world of Septverden have been shackled in perpetual conflict. They have engaged in slaughter and battles among themselves for every reason possible, from territory, resources to meaningless semantics. In the era where the mortal realm is the weakest among the six realms, where human bones and ashes covered the entire Blue Earth Continent, Empires rise and fall as the never-ending cycle of war birthed boned deep hatred that even centuries can’t erase. Until the mortal realm no longer can take the oppression and give birth to a new generation of heroes. With power equal to that of the Heaven and Nether Realm. With strength and agility on par with the Beast realm. With magic and spells second only to that of the Elfen and Spirit realm. With these. The mortal realm stood shoulder to shoulder with the five realms and humans sore to never-seen heights. Together, they reclaimed their lands and repelled the five realms back to their continent. And the world of Septverden finally known peace. Or so the tale goes . . .

A murderer. A crazy woman. Is what they all call me. Apparently to me, I'm seeing the dead, which makes me crazy to everyone, but I know I'm not. Being stuck in a psychiatric hospital with a pending murder case at hand is not how I pictured this time of my life. I don't really get it. I am a lot of things that I'm not proud of, but certainly not a murderer. How on earth will I be able to vindicate myself if the dead is making me look like a murderer? How will I be able to vindicate myself when my past ways isn't even something to write home about, and all it can do is just spice up my case? How will I be able to save myself when I, and the dead was never in good terms, and I happen to be the cause of it all? What have I done to myself?

It started with the first $100 from Forex after losing nearly $15,000+ in the past few years. A small gain, but it was everything to Reese Myles. A sign that maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t cursed to fail forever. Then came the Wealth Accumulation System. On the night Reese should have died, crushed and heartbroken on the cold asphalt, clutching that first win in his hands with so much regret that he hadn't made anything good of himself, fate had other plans. [Wealth Accumulation System: Initialization Complete] [Current Net Worth: $0 | Projected Worth: Infinite] [Debt: ...........calculating] Reese can now invest, trade and avoid losses now that he is armed with WAS. Forex is going to make him a billionaire...or maybe even more than a billionaire, and he will defeat his rival, on both sides, crypto and trading, and take down everyone who treated him like trash.

Spencer Ford was a ghost in his own life, overlooked, underestimated, forgotten. Until the day death reached for him… and missed. Surviving a fatal accident grants him a power that shouldn’t exist, the God of War Physique, an instinctive mastery of martial arts that experts spend decades to achieve. But fate isn’t done with him. A second brush with death awakens something even rarer, a divine healing gift capable of rewriting life and death itself. Now the world that once ignored him is desperate to claim him. Or kill him. Martial clans want to control him. Medical guilds want to dissect him. A shadowy organization wants his powers erased. From nobody to legend, Spencer must choose what he stands for, and who he becomes. In a world where everyone can awaken a power he became the one they were never prepared for.

“In a world ruled by monsters, the weak don’t die, they’re forgotten.” I was invisible unless they needed someone to humiliate. They broke my bones. The tyrants of Aegis killed my only friend. But that day, when my blood touched the floor, something inside me awakened. A voice. A system. A power that whispered: “Adapt. Survive. Ascend.” Now I’m not the prey anymore. I’m the beginning of something they can’t control. The government thinks they own the monsters. The hunters think they own the city. Worse, the bullies at Aegis Academy think they have all the power. Big fishes in little ponds.  They are wrong. I will rise to the top, I'll overturn the hierarchy, failures will become alphas. I’ll bring anarchy upon them because I can. Because the real monster… is learning to hunt back. Watch them learn what Apex truly means.