Cultivation

In a world of martial arts riddled with battles and strifes among the races, Ning Fusheng embarked on a journey to bring a lasting peace to the world. He crafted the greatest sword, learned the greatest skill and became the greatest martial artist in the world.

Losing someone you hold dear right before your eyes is a painful experience. The frustration of not having the strength to fight back nor the ability to take revenge. Those are the suffering Feng Shaotian have experienced at the death of his brother. But with the hope of reviving his dead brother, Feng Shaotian swore to do everything he can to gather all the materials needed. He honed his martial arts skill and managed the talent fruit to gain strength. Will Feng Shaotian be able to bring a miracle and revive his dead brother? Or live in regret for the rest of his life?

Fantasia World is a place filled with various kinds of races. What makes this world even more mysterious is that in this world people can awaken their talent and can wield power that ordinary people can only look up to. John was transmigrated to Fantasia World and he almost died if not for an Adventurer group saving him. But after he was saved he realized that this dangerous place was full of opportunities to live a life that he could only think of in his previous world. Read more to know about the story. P.S- IF YOU LIKE THE STORY THEN REVIEW IT PLEASE.

His mother was murdered. His sister abandoned to die on the streets. Ten years later, he returns—not as the boy they left behind, but as the King of War, ready to make them all pay.

Gods and their Angel servants have been terrorising the mortal for millennia...Until 4000 years ago the Magic King at the time could no longer watch the tyranny and suffering caused by Angels and Gods. He gathered armies from every race and challenged the gods dying for the sake for freedom. Now the Magic Kings throne is empty. The world needs a new Magic King. More powerful than the previous Magic King himself and even surpassing the Gods.

"These are pretty minuscule spies, my lord," The leader said into his comms. They chattered among themselves. We had our hands up when they surrounded us. My throat clogged and I was running out of oxygen. I could barely think or breath. Mister Wigglesworth was talking briskly with bulging eyes to the colossal men and a rifle was lodged in his throat, he seemed frail and agitated. "Mort!" He threw the parcel into his hands. Mort winced when he failed to catch it. The box malfunctioned and I screamed at the blast and fell back into the shelter of more craters. I gasped. "What do I do with this?" His hand fidgeted on the and he dived behind a crate beside me while lasers flew. He panted and glanced at me holding on to the parcel. There was a skirmish going on. "I think I got hit." .... Remember when homicidal aliens were attacking us? This was now, yeah, it was kind of my fault. We were crouching like a couple of cowardly war veterans on a battlefield and Mister Wigglesworth! Of all people was out there holding them off. Mort held on to the prism parcel. My eyes were pale. I got hit by the parcel. I held on to my stomach. "Are you okay? Can you sit up straight?" He said. "No, it hurts," I did not feel like myself at all. I was not even in the mood to make snappy comebacks, I kept seeing double and all these color spectrums like I stared at the sun for too long. I was phasing in and out of consciousness. I thought I saw planets dying. I ducked over the end and focused on breath. [ System Activated ]

After years of rotting behind bars for a crime he didn’t commit… one orchestrated by his own wife instead, Glenn Avery is finally released, clothed in nothing but prison rags and carrying the parting gifts of his fellow inmates. But Glenn isn’t just a free man. He’s a man reborn. On the day of his release, however, instead of a welcome or even a shred of remorse, he’s met with divorce papers, delivered coldly by an arrogant stranger. No apology. No second chances. Instead, he was shoved in the face with a cheque and threatened to never speak about the past, having no idea that the man they betrayed wasn’t the same weak, powerless Glenn from before. He’s now a dragon cloaked in human skin. A man forged in isolation. Sharpened by betrayal. Hardened by time. Behind his seemingly ragged appearance is a man of a terrifying identity and power—someone whom warriors would serve without question, kings would kneel before, and emperors would fear crossing. A man whose presence commands respect… or destruction. …. Spoiler: From Prison to Power is a pulse-pounding urban revenge saga filled with brutal comebacks, explosive drama, powerful women, and a protagonist who’s equal parts madman and legend.

Trash and incapable of cultivation—these were the insults Yuan Bei often endured. However, the Will of Heaven had chosen Yuan Bei to become the Last Dragon God Emperor. Amidst a life-threatening disaster, Yuan Bei encountered the unexpected. First, his crippled meridians were restored. Second, he inherited the vast knowledge of the Dragon God. And lastly, he gained a new companion—the strongest Heavenly Flame, destined to make Yuan Bei a figure feared across every corner of the Continent. Will Yuan Bei uncover the truth behind his parents' murder in the past? The new Dragon God Emperor has risen. How will the rulers of the Continent react to his emergence?

“He was just another face in the crowd... until the system chose him.” : In a world where only the strong rule, Kiny was nothing more than a background character—ignored, overlooked, and powerless. That is, until the Upgrade System awakened within him, turning every defeat into power, and every failure into a stepping stone toward dominance. From a humble servant to a rising warlord, Kiny unlocks abilities no one has ever seen. But with power comes enemies—kings, beasts, and even gods want what he has. To survive, Kiny must evolve faster than anyone else. Can an ordinary man become the king of kings?

After suffering from a tragic accident, Theo gets transmigrated into a new world of magic. He must now triumph over other geniuses and rise to the peak. . . . I retain copyright to the book cover