Dönem

In the cutthroat crucible of the city’s elite, Warren Buffet, a working-class man, was crushed under the weight of betrayal. Fired from his job, penniless, and struggling to provide for his wife and two kids, he returned home one fateful day to a soul-shattering sight: the city’s youngest billionaire defiling his matrimonial bed with his wife. The gut-punch didn’t end there. His wife, dripping with contempt, revealed the twins he’d raised for eight years weren’t even his. She sneered, calling him a deadweight, a failure who could never match her lavish desires. Divorced and discarded, she spat venomous truths that left Warren broken, his world in ashes. Not only that, Out of vexation he had used his belt on the youngest billionaire when he caught them so he had him set up and sent to prison... Not just any prison. Blackthorn! A hell on earth! The billionaires hands extended beyond the impenetrable prison to make life a living hell for him. But the city underestimated him. Fueled by rage and a burning need for retribution, Warren stumbles upon a mysterious ring—a dark artifact that anoints its bearer as the unchallenged king of the underworld. Imbued with unparalleled martial prowess and ancient medicinal knowledge, the ring awakens a new Warren, one forged in fire and vengeance. Every step he takes unravels treacherous alliances, crushes moral dilemmas, and obliterates those who dared to scorn him. Warren Buffet isn’t just rising—he’s rewriting the rules of power, and no one will ever call him deadweight again.

My fantasy that evening was not a tranquil one. It was completely dark inside my head aside from the many air pockets drifting upwards with no sparkle or reflection, just dead circles. I was befuddled right away yet then, at that point, bigger air pockets gradually rose among the other, more modest ones and inside were pack mates. "You might turn into an omicron, or a pi, or far and away more terrible, an omega," I shuddered when I saw Draugluin's irate face as he counted down the positions as though my life's worth would as it were decline. «You want to be so presumptuous since you climbed in rank?" An air pocket of Draco's scowling face materialized with disdain filled eyes before he suddely vanished, passing on me without an opportunity to counter. "A powerless Xi like you," Another air pocket rose with Draugluin's pompous smile as he peered down on me. Stop I heard my powerless voice shout out among the vacant air pockets. "You are pointless as well," the rebel wolf chortled. "She would not fall back when she was told to," Lyall's enraged face frightened me. Lyall had never been so cross with me forthright where he'd place me down before Alpha however, that snapshot of selling out was agonizing yet not undeserving. It makes perfect sense to me, I yelled, however there was no reaction. "For what reason didn't you simply pass on it to the people," Auntie Mona had her arms crossed, a look of dismay all over.

Marcus Reid was an ordinary delivery driver and stay-at-home father who gave up his dreams to care for his wife Sophie and their two children. For five years, he endured mockery from Sophie’s mother Patricia, snide remarks from her circle, and emotional distance from the woman he married. Then Sophie became Regional Finance Director, and suddenly Marcus wasn’t good enough anymore. She produced a paternity test proving the children weren’t his, filed for divorce in public, and ran off with Theodore, a wealthy businessman, her actual baby’s father. What Sophie didn’t realize was the bitter truth behind it all. Theodore was Marcus’s own younger brother, and he’d deliberately pursued Sophie to sabotage Marcus’s chance of inheriting the massive Reid Corporation fortune from their grandfather. Stripped of everything, Marcus nearly gave up until chance led him to Victoria Hart, the mayor’s daughter and a luxury hotel empire powerhouse. He pulled her from a near-drowning, revived her father when doctors couldn’t save him, and unknowingly captured her heart. With Victoria’s backing and his grandfather’s blessing, Marcus took over as President of the Reid Corporation. But the fight was far from over. Enemies closed in from all sides. His vengeful brother, a resentful rival, and a foreign business mogul formed a dangerous alliance to destroy everything Marcus had built. Now Marcus must battle for revenge, survival, love, and the empire he was destined to inherit.

The Last Dragon Knight has been born, and misfortune looms over the lands of Dorlan like a shadow foretelling a tragic end. His power can open a portal to the Abyss and unleash an apocalyptic war, leaving the world at the mercy of demons. This has reached the ears of the acolytes of the Brotherhood of the Black Flame, who wish to fulfill the prophecy and will seek to capture him now that he is just a child. The pieces of a macabre game have begun to move in the shadows, and war is imminent. Hope rests on the knight Kalen ‘Fal, who, accompanied by a surly warrior and an elven assassin, and guided through wild lands by an ex-mercenary of dubious reputation, must protect the newborn at all costs in a world full of betrayals, bloodshed, and ruthless cruelty, with civilization hanging by a thread… What to expect (and what not): 🛡️ No game mechanics, no stat screens — This isn't litRPG. It's a grounded, character-driven fantasy. ⚔️ Fallen heroes, not flawless ones — The protagonist is a paladin... but the light might not always follow him. 🐉 Prophecies, yes—but never what you'd expect — The "chosen one" might not even be human. Or a hero. 🔥 Dark cults, undead armies, and orcs with purpose. Even monsters have stories. 🧠 Politics, betrayal, and silent wars — Swords clash, but daggers in the dark cut deeper. 🐢 A slow burn with real consequences — This is a long game. Growth takes time. Pain leaves scars. Trust is earned. 💔 Emotional weight — There will be grief, love, guilt, and sacrifice. For new readers: If you're here for fast battles and instant power-ups, this may not be your story. But if you're willing to walk through ashes, you'll find fire.

As he considered the attack on Atlantis City, Drake's face darkened for a moment, but he shook his head to clear his mind and looked the king in the eye.I can only say that I was going about my business in the city from which I came when it was suddenly bombed.I was, as far as I could tell, the only one who made it through that.After that, I fell down a shaft, struck my head as I fell, and eventually fell asleep.Next thing I knew, I was here in chains.I'd rather keep things that way;I really do not want to discuss my past right now.Everything just went missing. The observers debated what they had heard as more murmurs and hisses filled the grotto. "I'm expecting that by 'bombarded' you imply that your city was gone after, right?"The crowd's murmuring was stopped when the king asked. Shortly after, Drake replied, "Completely leveled."Bastian tapped the high position arm with a claw a couple of times as he suspected peacefully.After that, he stood up straight and spoke loudly enough for everyone to hear. Bastian stated, "I would easily be able to say you’re not guilty of anything" if this decision were simpler to make.While the crowd erupted into a hystearical commotion, Andromon and Prismo shared a brief glance, displaying a hint of surprise.However, "I'm afraid I can't just let you off the hook, after your involvement with the actual thief's escape," he continued, immediately silencing the grotto.

Yan Ming the King of hell, Ruler of the abyss, one of the ten primordials was betrayed by three of his seven wives after a clash with his arch-enemy Ling Yi. Yan Ming fell to the assault but the three generals were unable to retrieve hell's mandate who deemed them unworthy of wielding it. Yan Ming reincarnates as a normal human with the mandate linked to him as a system guiding him to regain his powers with only one mission for him to fulfill. {Main Questline: Reclaim ownership of the infernal realm} {Time Limit: 5 years} {Penalty: Permanent loss of the title "King Of Hell, Ruler of the abyss} Guided by the mandate now recreated into a system, Yan Ming rises from a mortal body to reclaim control over hell and exert his dominance. During his journeys he discovers fragments of past events and uncovers his true desire, forfeiting the control over hell in pursuit of his own true desires and rewrite his own life from being chained down to an empty throne to become his own free man. Unbothered and unchained to no one and nothing he sets out for his journey to discover the origin of Dao and achieve the legendary final realm, the true pinnacle of cultivation! --- A book based on unraveling the different mysteries of cultivation and the universe, very fast paced and diverse. I'd recommend you check out the free chapters first and try making a guess regards the novels plot what do you think? The novel looks a bit slow in the initial arcs but eventually get better as it moves on, thanks for reading!

"That's a check for one million dollars. Take it and leave. Go reunite with your mistress and live your lavish lie." Caroline's voice cracked as she slammed the check against August's chest, her eyes red-rimmed and burning. For three years, she had played the loyal wife to a crippled man. Three years of silence. Three years of him vanishing each month without explanation. Three years of missing money and whispered rumors she'd desperately tried to ignore. She loved him once. But even love has limits. August watched his devastated wife walk away, her footsteps echoing like a death sentence. The truth sat on his tongue—boiling, desperate to be free. But he swallowed it. Not yet. For her safety, she had to remain in the dark. Three years ago, he emerged from a brutal war victorious but broken—ambushed when his strength was at its lowest, his legs shattered, his body labeled useless. They wrote him off. They laughed at the wheelchair-bound shell of a once-great warrior. But August never accepted that fate. As the door slammed behind Caroline, something inside him cracked—not broke, cracked open. His Qi, long dormant, surged like a tidal wave. And for the first time in three years… August stood. The wheelchair sat empty. Now, the man they abandoned is rising. His enemies will kneel. And his wife? He will protect her from the very family scheming to strip her of everything—even if she hates him for the secrets he kept. Let them come. August is done sitting down.

He, who was a great man and did right by everyone, have become nothing more than a washed-up nobody! “What happened!? Where did it all go wrong!?” he’d frequently ask himself, but arrived at the same conclusion, no matter how often he desperately sought a definite answer. He didn’t know! What he did know was that, right now, he was as broke as fu*k! Being the penniless man that he was, as he listlessly gazed into the sky, he contemplated what he could do to get out of his current situation. Even if not for himself, for the five children that were dependent on him. He needed money. He needed money to at least feed those who had the unfortunate luck of following him to his lowest point, even when knowing that his doom was set in stone. That's when he remembered something that was mentioned in the news earlier that day, “Genesis”, a VRMMORPG which created huge waves across the globe, whose story shifted and developed as the players affected the world itself. While that’s great and all, what really got his mind churning was how lucrative that game was and continued to be, as well as the possibilities it could provide him to help claw his way back up from his current circumstances. He, who only ever played games off his PC, decided to jump into the new world of magic and opportunity. But what he didn’t know was that the game would soon descend to reality!! *** Daily one-chapter update~ The cover image doesn't belong to me, leave a message if you want it removed.

Tristan Asher died on the floor of the Apex Gate, betrayed by the one man he trusted, while the world he'd spent five years trying to save burned around him. Then he opened his eyes in his own apartment—twenty-three years old, five years younger, fourteen hours before the sky cracks open and everything begins again. This time, he's not here to be a hero. He's here to win. He has a list. Every gate, every betrayer, every mistake that cost him everything—he remembers all of it. What he doesn't expect is her. Kira Knight should be a stranger. Instead, he already knows her coffee order, the way her voice drops when she's trying not to cry, and exactly how she died in the life he's not going back to. He can't tell her any of that. He can't tell her he's already loved and lost her once, or that the System itself has a name for what he is—and a warning waiting underneath it: *you are not the first.* Someone else came back before him. Someone else had the same plan, the same knowledge, the same fourteen-hour head start. It didn't work. Now Tristan has seventy-two hours to become someone the apocalypse hasn't already beaten, a woman he isn't allowed to love yet, and a truth he's terrified to find out—why every version of this story before his has ended the same way.

“So this is what you really want, Jasmine?” he asked, his voice calm yet laced with an undercurrent of disappointment. “After everything?” She crossed her arms, her expression hardening. “Let’s not pretend there was ever an ‘everything’ between us. You don’t get to guilt me, Ethan. I’ve been miserable, living with a man who has no drive, no ambition. I’ve wasted enough time.” Ethan’s mouth tightened, but he stayed silent, letting her words sink in. She’d always seen him as a failure, the quiet husband who blended into the background. And now, with the prospect of a new life on the horizon, she was willing to cast him aside without hesitation. In that moment, Ethan felt something within him shift—a quiet yet powerful resolve. She had no idea who he was, what he had done for her, and the lengths he had gone to support her dreams while sacrificing his own. The weight of his hidden life, his secrets, his true identity, all of it bore down on him, but he remained silent. He calmly reached for a pen, signing his name with a steady hand. As he finished, he pushed the papers back to her, his eyes meeting hers with a new intensity. “You’ll get what you want, Jasmine,” he said quietly, each word filled with a weight she couldn’t quite decipher. “But I want you to remember this moment.” She blinked, confused, perhaps even a little unnerved by his composed demeanor. “Remember it? What are you talking about?”