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“How can I, beautiful Sarah, a fashion model, be in a relationship with a person like you who can't even walk well? Your face is all bruised, and your lips look so scary. You might look good but it's useless. You're worthless, you're poor. Your eyes have dark circles with swells, and your shape is… Rigid, just like a beggar. A perfect person like me will never accept a relationship with you. So never call me your girlfriend; I feel insulted. You're not my class, Caspian.” Her heartless words were like bullets being shot at his heart. * Caspian, who had been betrayed by his girlfriend for being not only poor but also worthless, discovered An Almighty Dominant System while being bullied by his ex-girlfriend's new rich boyfriend. “Wait until I get stronger; I will make you regret it!” Nobody expected him to be the switched son of the country's richest man!!

The only successor of the royal family is forced to live a life as a slave for five years, to learn the true meaning of life and to build his eternity, not knowing how to beg or be at someone's mercy, this prince had a very hard time even finding food, "those weird conditions are killing me, can't he just pass the throne to me without these stupid ailments" Alan gritted his teeth in anger. But his life becomes more of a hell when he was forced to marry a princess of a small kingdom, just dust under his feet. Knowing that he is just a slave, her family, and other royals mock him and torture him with all their strength, but what will happen if his identity as a successor of the throne of the greatest empire is revealed... Will they be able to stand before him... How will that princess react when she'll find out that her husband whom she thought was nothing but a slave is a prince and is going to succeed to the throne...... Watch out for his journey through the magical world of the cultivation and his growth from strong to strongest.

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“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.

She slipped off the engagement ring, her voice cold. “You’ll never be the man I need,” she said, walking out and leaving me broken. Years later, as I stood successful and untouchable, she begged for my help. My heart ached, but I turned away. “You made your choice,” I whispered.

I'm Evan Cross, and my upgrade path requires genuine connections with women who actually challenge me. A martial artist who uses me as a training dummy. A genius hacker who won't let anyone in. Each bond unlocks abilities I need to stop being everyone's victim.

"You stopped being useful to me ever since that time! You couldn't even buy me a common Hermès Birkin bag. The 11th Lowry edition jewelry was my biggest fantasy back then! You couldn't get it for me. You made my friend steal the spotlight and buy it! You made her steal my shine! I hated you with all of my heart." Her face had turned red, flushed with hate. "It was such a big relief that you went to the prison. I was able to finally get rid of you." She chuckled as she stopped talking. Slade's ex-girlfriend, whom he had gone to prison for, yelled in his face. He had just caught her getting engaged to someone else, yet no remorse. Little did she know. The pushover ex-boyfriend she used to know died in the prison. The Slade standing in front of her is a new BEING! A god that all the powerful men cower before like cornered animals!!!

The last strand of patience I had snapped into shreds when she chose her ex-lover’s son over our dying daughter. Now she paraded around smiling, flaunting him like a trophy, while I was left with nothing but the cold, lifeless body of my child. This wasn’t about hurt anymore. It wasn’t even about pain. She’d stolen a soul from me — and she would feel every atom of what I felt, and more. “I want a divorce.” “That’s not happening. You and I are in this together,” she screeched, eyes boring into mine, searching for the man who always bent to her will. “You will sign the papers,” I said, every word a quiet stone. “Make me!” I stepped closer. My hand closed at her throat — delicate, trembling under my grip — and forced her to meet me. “Sign the papers,” I whispered, voice low and cold. “Or I’ll make you suffer so that even our daughter hears your screams from six feet under.”

He did not care if the prayer stole precious seconds from the timer. Between speaking to God and the damnation the system promised at zero, there was no question which came first. “Dear Lord,” he murmured, “Ye who see all hearts and weigh all sins… hear me now as I stand at the threshold of damnation. What I am about to do is cruel and unforgiving. A stain no river may wash from my hands. Yet, if this evil must be borne so that greater horrors may perish, let that burden fall upon me. “I know the gates of Hell stand open before my feet, and should this act be the step that leads me through them… so be it. Let history curse my name—if by my damnation, others are spared. “But Lord…” he continued quietly, “when the trumpets sound in the final days, when the dead rise and judgment cometh upon all souls, I ask only this of You: do not forget that I once wept for what I became. Do not forget that I hated the necessity of my hands. Don't forget that though I walked willingly into darkness, I did so that others may remain in the light. And if mercy exists even for the damned… then let me be counted among those shown pity. “For the sins I commit in Your name, for the evil I embrace in pursuit of a righteous end, and for the soul I surrender this night… I beg Your forgiveness.” He lifted his gaze and fixed Vir Ossium a death stare. “... Amen.” —————————————— Kael was just an ordinary guy—until the night he died. But instead of staying dead, he is thrown into a brutal death game. The rule is simple: Be the last Kamen Rider standing... by any means necessary.

“ Let me introduce; This is Benedict Edward, my boyfriend and baby...” she introduced the guy before pointing at Griffin “ and this is Griffin Wright, well... I don’t know how to introduce him to you because he was always a fool and a nobody.” She explained and laughed shyly while the guy nodded his head. “ What?” Griffin exclaimed. He couldn’t believe his ears! Benedict Edward cleared his throat and sized Griffin up, secretly mocking his cheap clothes “ Oh! This is that loser guy you always tell me about, right?” He asked and Charlotte nodded. He also nodded with a smile before taking a step forward and he stretched his hands forward as if he wanted to shake hands with Griffin but he immediately withdrew the hand and cleaned it with his napkin ~ “ I can’t afford to dirty my hand by touching you, sorry. “ He said sarcastically and turned to face Charlotte. “ When did all these start? We’ve been together for 6 years and all we showed each other was love. Why this?” Griffin questioned with his eyes red and sad.