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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.

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!

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.

"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.

“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?”

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.

As a poor orphan, Lucas had endured nothing but scorn, humiliation, and contempt his entire life. For years, he believed that was all life was about—until he met Ariadne Brook. She became the light in his dark world, the kindness to the world's wickedness, his warmth in a cold world, and the love to the world's hatred. She was everything the world couldn't be. But the same couldn’t be said for her family. They were just like the rest of the world. Living with the Brooks, he was treated as nothing more than a servant—unpaid, ridiculed, and humiliated. Still, for Ariadne, he endured it all. Yet, every man has his breaking point. One day, Lucas reached his. And he left. For six years, he disappeared without a trace. It was almost as if he had vanished from the face of the earth. Ariadne waited until she couldn’t wait any longer. She was about to marry another. But then, Lucas returned. And this time, he was different. He was no longer the timid young boy she knew. Confidence radiated from him, as if he now sat at the top of the world. Lucas has sworn never to let Ariadne cry or suffer again. For she was his woman, the very reason he was still alive. The only reason he pushed through all he faced during those six years he vanished. She was there for him when the whole world was against him, and now he would be there for her! He would cherish and protect her. Even if it meant going against the whole world, for her, he’d gladly do it. If the world couldn't have angels, then for her, he would become the devil!

Harry Solomon thought his wedding day would finally prove his worth to his family. Instead, he stood alone at the altar while his bride rushed to his brother's hospital bedside. "Where the hell are you?" Mona's voice cut through the phone like ice. "Frank is in the hospital and you're nowhere to be found!" "I'm at the church! It's our wedding day, Mona!" Harry's voice cracked with desperation. "It's just a wedding—delaying it doesn't matter, but Frank's condition can't wait!" For twenty-four years, Harry had been the forgotten son—the one who disappeared as a child, the one who returned to find his place taken by his "perfect" brother Frank. Every achievement stolen, every relationship destroyed, every moment of happiness crushed under the weight of a family that never wanted him back. But when Frank's "dying wish" becomes marrying Harry's fiancée, and the family demands Harry sacrifice his very heart to save his brother, Harry discovers the ultimate betrayal: it's all been a lie. "You want my heart?" Harry's voice turned cold. "Don't you realize that would kill me too?" "Frank needs that heart more than you do," his father replied without hesitation. Bleeding out in a warehouse, abandoned by everyone he'd tried to love, Harry makes a desperate wish on a shooting star. When he wakes up six years in the past, he has one chance to rewrite his story—and this time, he's done being the family sacrifice. Sometimes the only way to save yourself is to lose everything.

[!]: SYSTEM START: Ancestral Resonance Cultivation Ascension Nexus (ARCAN) [!]: Genre: [Hunter System] x [Weak-to-Strong] x [Cultivation] [!]: Objective: Survive the Gate. Sow the Seeds. Build the Empire. --- Rome D'Angelo is a One-Star Hunter with twenty-one essence points, thirty thousand dollars in debt, and a survival instinct that borders on suicidal. His life is a simple, three-step cycle: 1. Fight monsters far above his pay grade to keep the lights on. 2. Nearly die in the process. 3. Get patched up by Kiona Tsukimori, a Three-Star healer way too talented to be wasting her mana on him. She thinks he’s an idiot with a death wish. He thinks she’s the most beautiful woman who’s ever yelled at him. It’s a match made in whatever circle of hell spits out One-Star dungeons. But when a routine raid turns into a Double Dungeon slaughter, Rome makes the ultimate gamble: he sacrifices his arm to ensure Kiona’s escape. He expected death. Instead, he got a voice in his head. [ SYSTEM INITIALIZED. CLASS: SOWER ] Rome has awakened a power that defies the laws of the Hunter world. He doesn’t just level up by hoarding strength; he ascends by cultivating it in others. The catch? His growth is tied to forging deep bonds with "S.E.E.D.S"— people with latent, world-shattering potential. And his first compatible target is the very healer who just watched him die. Now, every date is a quest, every touch is cultivation, and every shared heartbeat brings them closer to godhood. Rome just wanted to pay his sister’s tuition. Now he has to survive monsters, guild politics, and a harem of dangerous women who might just be the death—or the making—of him.