Deus: We Are All Lords

One day, I woke up to find myself in an unfamiliar place. To my surprise, I realized it was the world of the VRMMO I used to play so often. Being reincarnated into the game world was one thing, but I started out in an orphanage. I couldn’t even get a decent meal it was a life of poverty from the very beginning. But I resolved to rise from the bottom using the knowledge and skills I’d gained from the game. “For starters, let’s try hunting 1,000 orcs.” “‘W-1,000?!?!’” Later on, sisters who had left the orphanage and a busty demi-human joined my party, and we grew stronger together. This is the story of the strongest adventurer. email: ghofraneezzahaf2233@gmail.com

An ambulance finally arrived, taking Rylan to the hospital. “Let’s follow them, we need to make sure the boy is fine.” Mr. Brian said to his driver. “How about your son?” The driver asked. “Follow the ambulance.” He responded immediately, getting into his car. “If this young man stays alive, I will give him a new life. “A new life? That’s not going to be possible. Your rivals already know your son, you won’t be able to win with your son dead.” What happens next? The wealthiest man gives his son's identity to a stranger; a young man who tried committing suicide due to betrayal from his girlfriend, family and friends.

“lin, by marrying into my family, you’re living a matrilocal life. Not only do you have to abide by the Three Obediences and Four Virtues, you also have to cut connections with your family!” “That’s your own sister, so why should we spend our money to save her?” “Hmph, are you saying that it concerns a human life? What is your sister’s life worth? The Walters are a worthless family. Otherwise, why did you choose to be a live-in son-in-law here?” While Lin Walter rushing to the hospital, the mocking voices from Alima Bekerly his wife’s, family kept echoing in his ears as he was recalling them from memory…

Everyone knows Valmor as a fugitive soldier—hunted, broken, barely surviving on the borders of war. No one knows the truth. No one knows he is the King of War, a name that alone makes enemies tremble and retreat. And yet, in a single cruel twist of fate, he discovers his entire family has been slaughtered—and the hand behind it belongs to his own ungrateful, treacherous fiancée…and them. Valhalla Calling: “Your fate was sealed the moment you chose me as your enemy. Even hell will spit you out when it learns you crossed me.” Death Calling: “Valmor has broken the law, and we have no choice call the Ruler of that Terrifying Place, The Drakmor and The Blackvale, they will deal with Him, and you know what’s going to happen if they come?”

"You miserable lowlife! Just get the hell out of my house!" Angela screamed. She dragged an overstuffed duffle bag out into the living room. "Please, Angie," Andre said. "We can work this out..." He pleaded in a docile tone, trying to calm his girlfriend down. She had never been this furious with him before. "Work out what? Your bankruptcy? How do you plan on doing that when your bank balance is zero?" Nathan, a deliveryman was betrayed, and kicked out of his house by his girlfriend. Was bullied by people around him. When he thought everything was over, he suddenly got a multitalented, and sudden wealth system. Now, he got the skills, and he's going to show them.

"BUSINESS OWNERSHIP TRANSFERRED TO ABIGAIL GARCIA!" Desmond Ice's world didn’t fall apart when he handed over his life savings and business to his wife, only to discover she was being proposed to by another man and planning a wedding. It hit even harder when he realized his mother-in-law had been in on it the entire time. “So what if we used you? Get lost!” Kicked out like a stray, Desmond eventually rose to unimaginable power, inheriting the vast fortune of a military family. Rising to the top, Desmond swore to take revenge on everyone who mistreated, betrayed and humiliate him. Even if it took every drop of his blood, he, “DESMOND ICE!”, would seek his revenge!

The edge of the Attorgron forests lay about fifty miles to the east.I could get good water there, and it was closer to me than the other water source I was going to, but it had its own set of issues.One reason would be that my pursuers would expect me to head there for water, in addition to the cover the forest could provide us as we headed north; however, I would unavoidably run into the Attorgron people at some point along the way. I was a wanted man with a bounty on my head to them.Because of that, I was well worth the effort it took for them to locate me and inject me with one of those poison darts they were so fond of.Thank you;Instead of dying from poison burning my insides, I would take my chances out in the open.

Jackson found no words to respond; he remained silent, holding the divorce papers. He felt numb, detached from the world around him. His wife's words and actions had left him shattered, unable to believe that their relationship had abruptly ended with no chance for reconciliation. As he stared at the divorce papers thrown in his face, he felt a sense of finality and loss engulfing him. He could only blame himself for everything that had happened – if he had been honest with his wife about his situation, perhaps things would have taken a different turn. Walking down the street lost in his thoughts, he heard his phone ring. Initially, he didn't want to answer; he wasn't in the mood to receive more bad news. But something in his gut told him to take the call. "Hello?" he answered reluctantly. "Young sir! Your grandfather informed me to contact you. 100,000,000 has been deposited into your account, and tomorrow your exile period will end. You'll regain control of your company, and the family is coming to welcome you back," the voice on the other end explained. Checking his phone, he indeed saw the deposited amount. Everything was falling back into place. Jackson replied hesitantly, "Tomorrow, I'll turn twenty-five." His mind returned to his old life in the palace and prestigious companies, where he was a rising star before being suddenly banished. He had always wondered when he would return. The voice from the phone continued, "Young sir! Your exile period has ended, and your companies are ready to welcome you back with open arms. We need you, Jackson – you are the heir to our companies, and we cannot do without you."

“Yeah, I’m sure he’ll be back,” Kaelan said. “We need to leave.” Kaelan picked the four daggers up then headed for the door. The duo left the room and made their way down the stairs. “Huh? Are you leaving?” the innkeepers voice sounded behind them. Two scythe is hand, each connected to chains. “You havent paid your clean up fee. Im sure you two messed up the room with your fun.” Kaelan raised a brow, but Lira spoke first. “How much?” “Ten Sarls.” She didnt complain. She placed it on the front desk beside and asked, “can we leave now?” “Yes, yes. Do come again. I like customers like…” the innkeeper paused. His grip on the scythe got tighter. “Tch, they are back again.” Liras ears twitched, and her hand tightened around her dagger. “They are here,” Kaelan said, while looking around. A shadow moved across the broken window. Then, the door burst inward, splintering at the edges. Three assassins tumbled in, cloaked in black, daggers flashing in the dim light. One lunged straight for Kaelan. Kaelan bent to the side, letting the blade slash past him. He grabbed the table and swung it, smashing the first attacker into the wall. The impact sent dust into the air, and the man groaned. “Hey! My Sarls,” yelled the innkeeper. Glass shattered as assassins came in through the window. “I’m gonna kill ya,” he said and charged at them. Lira was already moving, slicing, dodging. Her attacker was fast, but she was faster. Kaelan tossed a dagger at him. It pierced his neck from behind. Lira turned to him, but he didnt pause. He grabbed the third assassin, swung him like a rag, smashing his back into the wall. Kaelan bolted out the inn and Lira leapt after him.

“Sarah!” Robin’s voice cracked, raw with betrayal. “After everything I did for you? The bone marrow donation—” Sarah rolled her eyes dramatically, her laughter sharp and dismissive. “Oh, please. Did you really think I cared about you? You were just… convenient.” Marcus moved to stand beside her, draping an arm around her shoulders. “Tell him about the face you made when he thought you actually liked him back. That story kills at parties.” The laughter between them burned through Robin’s veins. Every memory of their time together—every smile, every touch, every whispered promise—twisted into something ugly and false. “You used me…” Robin whispered, the truth finally sinking in. Sarah tilted her head, her expression cold and mocking. “Obviously. Let me spell it out for you, since you’re too dense to get it.” She stepped closer, her voice dripping with contempt. "I only kept you around because your bone marrow matched mine. Now that I'm cured, you're about as useful as yesterday's garbage. But look on the bright side – at least some part of you turned out to be useful. More than we can say for the rest!" After donating his bone marrow to save Sarah's life, Robin discovers their relationship was nothing but a cruel joke. Beaten and left for dead in a kennel of vicious guard dogs, his mysterious family ring suddenly activates, revealing his true heritage as heir to America's most powerful shadow organization! With supernatural abilities and unimaginable wealth as Eagle Industries' new CEO, Robin would show them what happens when you mistake kindness for weakness. After all, when you've been treated like a dog, sometimes you have to bare your fangs to survive!