Faking It With Damien Black

Dying a tragic death after being betrayed and used as a mere tool, the young man swore that he would never live for anyone else again if he were ever given a second chance. Yet, fate threw his soul into the body of Aldric—an illegitimate son of a king, who had been slaughtered at the bottom of the Forbidden Forest's ravine by his very own biological father. On the brink of death for the umpteenth time, a mechanical voice suddenly echoed inside his head: [Egoist System Activated]. This mysterious system did not require a holy hero. Instead, his power points surged drastically every time he made a selfish and ruthless decision. Forged by the darkness of the cursed forest, he began to crawl his way back up with a black sword in hand, preparing to tear down the royal throne built upon demonic sacrificial rituals. He did not return to become a savior for this rotten world. He came to seize the highest throne, and to become a monster far more terrifying than the rulers before him. "For the deepest wounds never give birth to a hero."

For three agonizing months, Kelvin was the lowest creature in the Academy of Arcane Arts. Summoned from Earth to a realm ruled by magic, he possessed no status, no power and no hope. He was treated as a pest, beaten by noble prodigies like Alaric and Noah, mocked by elite mages, and forced to scrub the academy floors in shame. His nightmare reached a boiling point when the formidable Dean Martins callously threw Kelvin into the jaws of invading B-rank void monsters to buy himself time but instead of tearing him apart, the beasts fled in absolute terror. When Kelvin’s clothes were torn during an unjust public flogging, an ancient, long-forgotten mark was revealed on his back which happened to be the faded Black Lotus, the divine seal of the Primeval Zero-Core. In a single instant, the mages who brutalized him fell to their knees. The supreme Kingmaker arrived to declare the powerless cleaner as the long-lost heir to an vacant throne and an unimaginable ancestral fortune. From a discarded worm to the sovereign of the entire continent, Kelvin’s reign is about to begin and the realm will answer for every drop of blood he shed.

Axel is a trained demon hunter who came to Jakarta with one single mission: to wipe out every creature that strays beyond the bounds of humanity. Rules drilled into him since childhood have taught him to see the world in nothing but black and white—until he meets Rena, the shadow mage who was supposed to be his target. Their first encounter ends in a deadly fight that Axel fails to finish, and what follows becomes a long chase that leads him to an unexpected truth. Rena is nothing like the threat he was told she is. She is just another survivor fighting to stay alive and protect those around her. As understanding slowly grows between them, the organization that raised Axel learns what he has found. He is branded a traitor, Rena is labeled a dangerous instigator, and both are now hunted by the very people Axel once called comrades. Their only chance to survive is to cross into the shadow realm, a place with no guarantee of ever returning. Now Axel must choose: cling to the rules he has always followed, rules built on lies, or stand beside the only person who never asked him to be just a weapon.

" Cole don't destroy the world again " A voice begged once my eyes turned blood red After Saving the world ten thousand am reincarnated but things aren't who they way, The world is ruled by the demon bloodline and others are treated as slaves, everyone who is seen as a threat is killed at birth but after Cole escaping death he makes a promise to kill everyone who was involved in his attempted murder but things slipped out of hand once he puts the lives of people he loves on the line once again " Cole, calm down please " A girl begged her purple eyes holding a lot of tears back " Cole I love " A black haired girl begged but Cole was instantly stopped by a kiss from another girl " Hey Vanessa that's not fair, " " You two let him go, his mine !" " GIRLS STOP IT I CAN'T BREATHE " Cole cried from under the three girls A couple cried with big smiles on there faces " , that's definitely our son, Wife three, now here come grandchildren" " Grandchildren !!!" All three girls repeated in unison

In a kingdom where dragons were exterminated a hundred years ago, magic is controlled by the noble Mage Houses, and knights are treated as expendable soldiers. The male lead, Leon Valcrest, is a seventeen-year-old orphan serving as the weakest knight apprentice in the Royal knight Academy. He has no mana, no family crest, and no future. Despised by nobles and mocked by fellow trainees, he survives by doing dirty work for the Royal Knight Order while dreaming of becoming a Royal Knight. During a catastrophic attack on the capital by abyssal creatures, Leon is betrayed and left to die beneath the ruins of an underground basement. There, he discovers a chained black dragon buried beneath the earth. As he lies dying, he accidentally awakens the sealed bloodline of the legendary Dragon God. A crimson dragon spirit enters his body, granting him overwhelming strength, dragon fire, and the ability to command dragons. Now hunted by the Mage Houses and pursued by demons from the Abyss, Leon must uncover why the dragons disappeared and why the world fears their return. But the deeper he digs, the darker the truth becomes: The royal family itself was built on dragon genocide. And Leon may be the last heir to the throne they stole.

Seven years prior, Anderson Campbell was the son of a thriving businessman, wielding a significant part of Lightharbor city’s economic lifeline. Every woman aspired to marry him, and Lauren Harris was no exception. But disaster struck. Anderson was sabotaged, and his company went bankrupt, burying him under massive debts. He became destitute, without a home, forced to live at his wife’s family residence as a son-in-law. From that point, he was known as the “useless” son-in-law of the Harris family, enduring their scorn and disdain. His constant engagement with his computer only further distanced him from them. Then one day, while enduring scorn at a café for using free Wi-Fi, his computer screen suddenly lit up: “Greetings, Host Anderson. I am the All-Powerful Reform System, here to assist. Please accept your first reward, a black card with a total asset of xxxxxx million dollars!” Now with money in his grasp, everything seemed possible. Anderson began his quest to uncover those who had wronged him, to exact revenge on those who had looked down upon him. They would soon regret!

Andrew Chappatti is nothing. To the Ciaro family, Boston's most powerful crime dynasty, he's a nameless handyman who fixes electronics and keeps his head down. Married to the don's favorite daughter, Emilia, as a dying wish, he's spent two years as an invisible, unconsummated husband. A joke. A pauper. A nobody. But when the city's most dangerous drug lord, Lesner, crashes Mrs. Ciaro's birthday party and claims Emilia as his bride, Andrew does something no one expects: he stands up and calls her his wife. Humiliated and broken, Andrew runs into the night. That's when the black SUVs arrive. Dragged to a hidden mansion, Andrew discovers the truth his father died to protect: he's not a handyman. He's the heir to the Chappatti Cartel, the most feared criminal empire the world has ever seen. And tonight, a hundred men in red bow to him as their leader. Lesner thinks he's taking Emilia in three days. He doesn't know who he's dealing with. The underrated son-in-law is about to become the most dangerous man in Boston. ---

In the darkest corners of Marseille, where hope sinks faster than a rusted anchor, an overdose should have been the end for Jean Valéry. But for this broken Navy veteran, death was only a doorway. He awoke with another soul burning within him—that of the Black Sea Alchemist, the failed guardian of Atlantis, whispering of ancient magic and the vengeance of the deep. Every corner of the Old Port is now his laboratory, every drop of polluted saltwater an ingredient for deadly potions and poisons. Fractured memories guide him, while a raw and dangerous alchemical power demands release. But Marseille is not only a haven for crime bosses. Deep within its murky waters, an ancient power has awakened, demanding accountability for the failures of his past reincarnations. To save the city, he must first seize it from the grip of the underworld. To atone for the sins of the past, he must become a monster in the present. This is not a story about the rise of a hero. This is a story of transmutation—how a broken man is melted down in the crucible of magic, malice, and destiny. The question isn't whether he will survive, but what he will become afterward: an unbeatable crime king, or a protector damned by the sea?

Lucas Moreau spent three years as a live-in son-in-law to the Beaumont family — enduring daily humiliations, silent cruelties, and the slow erosion of his self-worth. When his wife, Céleste, betrays him in the most devastating way possible, Lucas walks out with nothing but his name. Or so he believes. That same night, a silver-haired man in a black Bentley finds him on the rain-slicked streets of Paris. The message is simple: Lucas's estranged grandfather, the patriarch of the Moreau dynasty — one of the oldest and wealthiest families in France — is dying, and he wants Lucas home. Armed with a centuries-old fortune, a brilliant mind sharpened by years of humiliation, and a fury that refuses to cool, Lucas does not simply reclaim his birthright. He dismantles every person who ever looked down at him — piece by piece, deal by deal, smile by cold, calculated smile. But as Lucas rises, he finds an unexpected compass in Isabelle Fontaine — a sharp-tongued master pastry chef who refuses to be impressed by wealth and sees through every one of his carefully constructed walls. In a world of glass towers and old grudges, can Lucas keep his humanity? Or will the hunger for revenge consume the one thing worth having?

"Kill it! It's a defect! A stain like that has no right to exist in our city!" I looked at the small, pathetic puddle of black ink at my feet. The High Inquisitor’s laughter echoed through the hall, followed by the mocking sneers of the elite. My family’s last hope was crushed. My rank was zero. My future was a death sentence. But as the guard’s boot came down to crush my "beast," the world went cold. "Don't," I whispered. It was too late. The shadow didn't die. It opened its mouth. One gulp. That was all it took for a Rank-B knight to vanish into the darkness. In a world where Beast Tamers are kings and ranks are law, I was born a zero. They called my summon a "Formless Blob." They sentenced us to death before we could even breathe. Little did they know, my beast isn't from this world. It doesn't have a rank because the system can't measure the Abyss. It doesn't have a limit because it grows by eating everything they hold dear. Ranks? Social status? Respect? My shadow is hungry. And today, the elites are on the menu.