Castle Of Black Iron

"Boss, we couldn't find her" "Boss?" Lana was surprised at the way Nathaniel was referred to. "You are the Boss they were taking about?" Nathaniel raised a brow "Yes, anything wrong with that? If there's nothing please excuse me, I've got something important to take care of" And he left just like that, like she was never someone important to him at a point in time. ** Nathaniel was ready to sell even his soul if it meant making his girlfriend satisfied. He was a poor man who only had to make do with his work at the night bar but because of his demanding girlfriend, he had to work several jobs in order to make ends meet. Everything was going well until he saw his girlfriend walk into the hotel he was working at with another man. As if it wasn't enough that she was cheating on him, she wasn't even guilty and even mocked him for being poor. He left the hotel heartbroken and it was at that moment a payment of several billions of dollars was made to him. In the midst of his confusion, an Ashton Martin stopped in front of him and some men in black stepped out. "Young master, finally you've been found" turns out he was the lost son of a Billionaire Mafia Don. Now with him at the very top, it was his turn to make people dance to his tune.

​Aren is a guard and hunter in the dying city of Hayem. Due to the harshness of life, his only goal is to survive amidst the ruins left behind by a war that occurred a century ago. ​Aren had long accepted his fate: to live in poverty and die in obscurity. However, everything changed when he met a mysterious young woman with an odd obsession with milk, who claimed to have slept for a hundred years—dating back to before the war began. ​After a night filled with drunken promises to "fix this ugly world," Aren awoke to find himself in the past, sent there as the savior of Zeron. He realized that a Prime Spirit had brought him a century back in time. Now, to save the future, he must find and suppress the legends who destroyed everything he once knew: the Seven Warriors of Destruction. ​Possessing the power to manipulate time, Aren attempts to save each fated "destroyer" from the tragedies that would otherwise push them to choose the wrong path and join the Black Scorpion. ​As he strives to help them, he grows close to each of these women, and they in turn develop deep feelings for him. Unfortunately, it seems that destiny itself is conspiring against his mission. Every attempt he makes to save these women—who have become such a vital part of his life—only leads to their death and suffering. These tragedies are the very catalysts that force them to embrace the dark path ordained by fate, ultimately bringing about the very history that Aren is desperately trying to change.

Following his mother's passing at the age of ten, Ivan became the black sheep of the Langland Family. His Father's Mistress became his Father's new wife and their hidden son became the young Master of the Langland Family. His pretentious stepmother would stop at nothing to tarnish his already ruined image, and his father made no secret of the fact that he did not want him. On his Grandfather's birthday, Ivan was framed by his fiancee who teamed up with his stepmom and stepbrother for rape. That rainy night, Ivan wandered around as he had been abandoned by the whole family. But things took a surprising turn when his mother's father messages him and instantly deposits $1 billion into his account. It was discovered that his mother was the heiress of a secret empire, and Ivan, being the son, would have to succeed his mother as the new heir. For a year, no one heard of him, including his family. But now, he's back. Not as the chubby clumsy Ivan we used to know but a different Ivan who went through a transformation. But what would life be without adversaries, particularly when he returns to school and finds himself in Classroom A, the most chaotic class in the school? What is life without making his haters lose face? Ivan will have to deal with more than just bullies in his school; he must also figure out what caused his mother's death.

Additional Tags: Multipleleads//Non-Harem//Early-romance//largecast//R18//Mystery//Adventure A lonely beast youngling who possesses the bloodlines of several Mythical Divine Beasts and seeks companionship, meets a mysterious girl who secretly believes she is a cannonfodder character in a cultivation novel. Upon their not-so-great first-time meeting, began an odd, but thrilling journey of two youths through the myriad realms of the cultivation world. Arguing with each other, arguing with passersby, stealing from each other, stealing from passersby, chasing each other for several kilometers, and being chased through several continents... But most importantly, growing closer and stronger together; enough to share the troubles that come from the other's strange identity... .... Violent spatial distortions appeared in the void before a figure flew out in a disheveled manner. An Mo reacted almost instantly to the distortions that appeared; however, he was a fraction of a second late. He was unable to dodge, and so the figure successfully used his clean, slick black shell as a steppingstone before they could fall into the stream. Like a swallow gently flowing in the sky, this person drifted to the bank of the stream without even looking back, leaving An Mo completely enraged as he stuck out his head to look at the clear footprint on his back. Before the disheveled figure could go far, An Mo opened his mouth and let out a furious shriek. “Ahhh!! You little bastard! I’ll fight you to the death! Don’t run if you have the guts!!”

They dragged his dying mother out of her hospital bed like she was garbage. Joshua Hart had endured three years of humiliation as the powerless live-in son-in-law of the wealthy Cavesh family. He swallowed every insult. Every sneer. Every reminder that he was “nothing.” All for one reason—his mother’s life depended on their money. Then, on the day she needed emergency surgery, they cut him off. “Admit your mistake. Apologize,” his wife said coldly. “Maybe then I’ll consider helping.” At the hospital, nurses laughed in his face. “Swipe your card, beggar.” “You can’t even afford oxygen in here.” They called security. They called him worthless. They didn’t know that twenty minutes earlier, a forgotten investment had turned him into the majority shareholder of Galaxy Tech. They didn’t know his account now held billions. They didn’t know the “pathetic son-in-law” had just wired one hundred million dollars to the very hospital trying to throw his mother into the street. When the director whispered, “Joshua Hart… the transfer came from you?” He simply picked up his black card and looked at them one by one. “You were right about one thing,” he said calmly. “I won’t beg.” Now the people who mocked him will learn a brutal truth: Never humiliate a man who has nothing left to lose—especially when he becomes everything.

"You used to say a piece of bread was worth more than my life, didn't you? Well, look at me now. I have everything, yet I would rather feed this to my guard dog than toss it to traitors like you. The world has changed, Cindy. In my world, you are not even worth the dust on my shoes." The apocalypse was not the end of everything. It was the beginning of the reckoning of sins. When the black meteor Khamul crashed into the continent of Eldoria, the world transformed into a living hell overnight. Axel Edward was betrayed by his girlfriend for a single piece of moldy bread and thrown into a horde of zombies to die. However, death instead awakened a miracle: the 100x Rebate System. The rule was simple. Give any resource to a woman chosen by the system, and receive a return up to a thousand times over in god-tier quality! Give away a sip of leftover water? Axel received an entire warehouse of pure mineral water. Give away a rusty kitchen knife? Axel received a steel-shattering laser vibration sword. Offer basic shelter? Axel received an invincible divine fortress. While the rest of the world shivered and starved in the dark, Axel was busy figuring out how to finish his fresh Wagyu beef and taking hot baths inside his grand palace. Alongside the goddesses who had sworn absolute loyalty to him, Axel would ascend to the highest throne. To those who betrayed him: prepare to beg for death. To the ruined world: bow down and worship your new ruler.

Dave Vogel was the perfect portrait of a loser. Born poor, orphaned at a young age, his body was weak, and his face was plain. His life was filled with bullying. No matter where he went, there was always someone ready to kick him down. No one cared about him, let alone a woman who loved him. Dave was just worthless societal trash. However, fate had other plans. Dave's helpless body was found by an old hermit who lived deep in the forest. This hermit sensed an extraordinary potential within Dave who, somehow, was capable of receiving special power. Through a mysterious process, the hermit transferred his power to Dave. A transformation occurred. Dave's thin and weak body became strong and perfect. Confused and seeking answers about his new identity, Dave decided to return to the only place he had ever called home: the orphanage where he grew up. There, he discovered a shocking truth. It turned out he wasn't alone in the world. Dave had seven older sisters. However, the happiness of finding his family didn't last long. Dave soon learned that his seven sisters were in great danger. A mysterious and ruthless organization called the Black Crow Group held a grudge against their family and was determined to destroy the lives of Dave's seven sisters one by one. They were old enemies who had now returned to terrorize them.

They called me the Scourge of the Seven Realms. The Black Emperor. The man who'd conquered half the world before his thirtieth birthday. None of those titles mattered now, as I lay dying on the blood-soaked marble of my throne room. "Any last words, Damien?" High Priestess Celeste stood over me, her blade — my own sword, stolen during the battle — still dripping with my blood. Behind her, the leaders of the rebellion watched with hungry eyes, eager to see the tyrant fall. I wanted to laugh. After everything I'd done, all the kingdoms I'd conquered, all the battles I'd won, I was being killed by the woman I'd once loved. The woman I'd trusted above all others. "You won't win," I managed, blood bubbling from my lips. "The demons... they'll come regardless. You've doomed everyone." "Better the demons than you," she spat. The irony was bitter. I'd conquered the world to unite it, to prepare for the demonic invasion my visions had shown me. But fear and propaganda had turned me into a monster in their eyes. They couldn't see that everything I'd done was to save them. "So be it," I whispered. "May you live long enough to see your mistake." Celeste raised the blade for the final strike. "Goodbye, Damien." The sword fell. Darkness swallowed me. And then...

Ren Kazama died the way most people do in this kind of story, badly and without warning. Twenty-six years old, three energy drinks deep into an all-nighter, he was crossing the street outside his office at 2 AM when a delivery truck ran the red light. He didn’t even feel it. One second he was checking his phone for a client email, the next he was staring at his own crushed umbrella from somewhere above his body. No tunnel of light. No smiling goddess offering him a wish. Just darkness, then cold, then the sensation of something ancient and starving wrapping itself around whatever was left of his soul. When Ren opened his eyes again, he wasn’t looking at a hospital ceiling. He was looking at a throne room built from black stone and bone, lit by torches that burned violet instead of orange. A mirror stood in front of him, and the thing staring back wasn’t human. Red eyes. Skin like ash over embers. A voice, older than the walls around him, echoed in his skull: “The seal has broken. The throne is empty. You will do.” That was it. No explanation, no tutorial, no system window blinking helpfully into existence. Just a title dropped onto him like a curse. Demon King. Ren stared at the throne room full of demons who were already kneeling to him out of terror rather than loyalty, and had exactly one thought. Now what?

Introvert!? Me!? The hell am I an introvert? I stay indoors all day because I am afraid of getting my butt kicked. Until I contract my beast, I won’t be walking freely. This is a promise I made to myself. My name is Ryder, and I am black-marked. The planet where I live is dominated by summoners. If you guessed it, then you are right—we contract beasts from the Astral Shadow Plain and summon them at will after successfully forming a contract. A mark appears on the left shoulder of every human after a period of maturity, a mark given by the beast that chooses you. There are five different types of marks—the brown, the orange, the red, the black, and lastly, the white. Of all the markings, I was marked black. I was chosen by a supreme demon monarch of the Astral Shadow Plain—the Dracogon. There was only a 0.5 percent chance for me to survive the contraction process. However, with a slight twist in the original outcome, contracting a creature from the black-marked plain was nothing compared to the catastrophe I caused shortly after—I opened a link between the beasts of the Astral Shadow Plain and the planet of humans, Terra. Everyone on my planet has been endangered because of me. The fact that no one knows when the link will trigger and cause a breach that pours mindless creatures into my world makes it all the more unsettling. Now, with no other choice, I have to find a way to resolve the mistake I made—alone, just like I caused it.