Cultivation

Xavier Winthrop, the war God of Erindor with indomitable powers and resources, chose to retire and live an ordinary life with the woman he loves, only to be ruthlessly betrayed and stabbed in the back. Poisoned by the love of his life, his kidney stolen, and legs crippled, he faces the worst kind of agony. Watch as he returns to the spotlight and brings them to their knees. They beg for mercy, but mercy was a language not in his dictionary. All his enemies only have one fate—total annihilation.

"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 ]

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.

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.

A top assasin and an undercover physician, she was betrayed and killed by her lover and best friend. She was reborn into a world, where cultivation was valued, where the strong preys over the weak. She has to prop herself up and continue to live. All she wanted was a peaceful life but fate had other plans. Her parentage was doubtful, even the path she embarked on was already set for her by someone. Knowing forgiveness would only make herself miserable, she started responding by slapping her enemies back with words and actions. Hidden behind her whole history was a big conspirary fueled by a prophecy from the stars.

The world has gained access to superhuman abilities from supernatural species across the globe. From the ghouls of the caves to the goliaths of the mountains, the majority of people have special abilities. These special abilities have caused a global race for power and powerful bloodlines. Many marriages are based on class and power, not on love. Tanji Bjornulfsson is a half-blood werewolf that seems to have gained no powers from his lycanthropic side. In a world where humans are treated as blood bags for the vampires and not as people, Tanji gets treated exactly as such. However, his strong will is answered by a mysterious force.

A world of magic, elves, wizards, monsters, and swordsmen. To survive here, what you need is either strength or a perfect disguise. Jonas was an ordinary Earthling who accidentally ended up here and became a swordsman under the guise of a beggar. In exchange for his light, he gained strength a hundred times that of an ordinary person. In the town of S, he trained daily to level up, living a normal life despite being ridiculed and scorned by everyone, not caring at all. Until one day, the girl he cared for and cherished the most was killed by a hidden force. Jonas harbored hatred, and it was time for his sword to taste fresh blood!

Tom Burro was born with one eye clouded gray, the mark that cursed his life. His father called it an omen. His stepmother called him a monster. His only friend was Snowly, a mysterious white dog that seemed to understand everything he said. When Tom’s mother died under strange circumstances, he was abandoned and left to rot in a crumbling orphanage. His half-brother, Gabby Miles Burro, inherited everything, wealth, reputation, and the Burro name, and used it to make Tom’s life a private hell. But on the night Gabby nearly beat him to death, something awoke inside the “bad eye.” The world slowed. The air shimmered. And a voice whispered inside his mind: “The Spirit System of the Matriarchal Line has found its heir.” Suddenly, Tom could see opportunities: glowing threads that led to fortune, danger, or salvation. Every decision revealed invisible paths, the Spiritual Economy of reality itself. From scavenging junkyards to hacking fate, Tom begins climbing from the ashes. But with every gain, he feels someone watching him. The system’s power is evolving, and with it, ancient forces long buried are stirring. Gabby’s greed isn’t just human anymore. Something ancient has chosen him too… By the time Tom learns the truth, that his cursed eye isn’t just a gift but a key to a divine inheritance, he’ll already be trapped in a web of bloodlines, betrayal, and fate. And Snowly, his loyal companion, might not be a dog at all

in a world ruled by those with supernatural abilities and some mysterious existence, Ron who had lost his family and his home, and his teacher sacrificed herself in order to protect him from danger, he finally opened his eyes to the harsh reality of the world, where the strong are the Hunters and the weak are the prey, then he began to look for revenge and power

Ten years ago, his home was reduced to ashes by mysterious enemies, his father, mother, and brother perishing trying to save him, all of them consumed by the flame. Zach, however, only survived because a courageous girl risked her life to pull him from the flames, sustaining severe burns in the process. Now, Zach has risen to the pinnacle of power, becoming the Supreme War God of Country Aran… a title surpassing even that of the president. No longer the helpless, broken, and devastated boy of ten years ago, he returns… not only to seek vengeance against those responsible for that tragic night, but also to fulfill a promise he had made long ago… to marry the girl who saved his life.