Cultivation

Nobody knew where they came from . They carried the aura of destruction and the whole universe trembled at their might . A young man bent on combating their evilness was born . He fought his way up. He was invicible, he was supreme , he had the system and he was the Lord of the martials

Atticus, betrayed by his own kingdom, faces the wreckage of a life once held dear. With his wife and unborn child casualties of a dark plot, he's left broken. But the legend of Atticus is just beginning, for Amsodeus, the devil of chaos, grants him a second shot at life, a chance for revenge and the emergence of the Reaper system that helps him get Stronger with the blood of his enemies. ****** Atticus clenched the soldier's neck, his gaze unwavering as he confronted him. A sudden prompt echoed in his mind. "Primal energy detected, absorb?" "Hell yeah," he responded. The soldier in Atticus's grasp unleashed a gut-wrenching scream, red marks enveloping his entire body as his mass dwindled. Atticus felt an insatiable hunger as his body absorbed the energy, leaving the soldier lifeless. Onlookers in the battlefield shuddered as they witnessed Atticus holding his comrade, draining his body mass. It was in this moment that the other soldiers grasped the reason behind his ominous title—the Reaper.

"I was born a God, but my father turned me into a Demon." In the Divine Spear Empire, power is everything, and Lucius Thorne was the pinnacle—until the Blood Moon Eclipse. On his eighteenth birthday, the day of his Ascension, Lucius is betrayed. His father, the Emperor, executes a forbidden "Grafting Rite," ripping Lucius’s Divine Core from his chest to empower his younger, more "malleable" brother, Julian. Left for dead in the Abyssal Rift—a place where even light dies—Lucius discovers that his core wasn't just a source of power; it was a seal. Without it, the Void Eater within him awakens. Rescued by Valeriana, a fallen War-Maiden from a forgotten era, Lucius begins a cold, calculated climb back to the surface. He doesn't just want his core back; he wants to witness the empire burn. Core Trope: Rejected Prodigy / Revenge / Hidden Overlord The Twist: The "stolen power" was actually keeping a world-ending curse in check; by stealing it, the villains have doomed themselves, and only the "powerless" Lucius can survive the coming darkness.

Lein has to pay for his mother's medical treatment, but he was fired from his job for an unreasonable reason. At the same time, his girlfriend betrayed him by sleeping with a rich man. This made him lose his reason to live. However, when he fell into despair, thinking that the world hated him, the system suddenly appeared in his vision, giving him a chance. "I was given a chance to take revenge on those who once looked down on me?!" Follow Lein's journey to become an invincible man.

Aric Blackthorn is cursed by a power that loves him too fiercely, a psychic leviathan with no respect for boundaries—a Devil’s Fruit that warps flesh, mind, and fate. When House Blackthorn is torn apart by ancient betrayals, Aric must master psychic warfare and arcane combat to survive. But the power inside him hungers, and if he gives too much, it might devour everything he holds dear. Devil’s Fruit: I Couldn’t Evolve is a brutal, sensorial journey into love turned monstrous, where sarcasm scythes through blood‑dark magic and each spell is a promise of beauty and violence. Aric Blackthorn awakens in the ruined halls of his ancestral keep, the psychic presence of his Devil’s Fruit thrumming in his mind—a beast that speaks in riddles and carves runic fractures through reality. Determined to reclaim his legacy, he forges uneasy alliances: Seris the shadowsmith, Vira the mercurial envoy, and Kael the steadfast guard. Every encounter sparks a battle of senses and strategy—color‑bleeding mana webs, sigil‑etched swords, psychic pressure like thunder in the veins. As Aric climbs the ladder of power, House Blackthorn fractures under envy, and rival factions—Elowen’s hollow‑vein cult, Garrick’s iron‑sigil enforcers, Thane’s dread‑spiral cabal—seek to claim the psychic core within him. But when his psychic companion Lysander whispers that love is the greatest threat, Aric must choose: let the fruit consume him, or turn its monstrous devotion into salvation. Sacrifices will bleed sincerity, sarcasm will break bones, and comedy will red‑raw the absurdity of power.

To The One Or For The One. Let's resume Arash's story. Second book of U.l.S: Rise of HAKHAMANESH

Lucien was born in a strong magic family, but he couldn’t use magic at all. Because of that, his family didn’t want him and sent him away to a scary place full of old bones and dead monsters. Discarded by his family and stripped of his name, he is exiled to the Eternal Ossuary, a forbidden wasteland where the corpses of fallen gods, ancient demons, and primordial monsters are dumped to rot. To enter is a death sentence; to live there is a curse. But as Lucien steps onto the hallowed, ash-covered ground, a voice resonates in his soul: [Ding! Detected location: The Tomb of the Solar Archangel. Sign in here?] From that day on, Lucien becomes the silent janitor of the gods. While the world’s "geniuses" struggle for crumbs of power, Lucien signs in at the Pit of the Demon King to receive the Abyssal Heart, and at the Throne of the Frost Queen to obtain Absolute Zero Magic.

"You have an army?" "I have thousands of troops." "You can use lightning magic?" "I can use it too. ---- Elijah, killed in a homicide, transmigrated into another world. Unlike his world, he had come to a world full of mages and warriors. People awakened abilities and became mages. But Elijah awakened the most useless ability of all time. The clone ability. ---- "From today, I, Elijah West, will be the strongest mage alive."

For every MC that rises to the heavens, countless side characters bite the dust. This is a first-person anthology of the tragic stories of the mountains of corpses that lost their voices under the damage caused by the unfair tropes. "Molesting the cultivation world, one trope at a time."

The sound of the wind was clear, it was a lucid reality. I keep on walking, I have no choice. Succumbing to my fate? Who knows. Despite the sound of death and the breeze of love, I abandon it all, therefore I embrace the emptiness. Withering with time and stuck in the pathway of it all. Fated to be a young master, doomed as a commoner. The sky fell to the ground but despite all of that he is bound to realize that everyone is equal in face of heaven and earth, in face of him including everyone. Journey of a mortal to an indescribable change, an indefinite trace of the trail of the chaos itself. The absolute chaotic neutrality. He shall be the fiend himself, and the saint himself in the gist of his situations.