Fausse Mort

In a realm where cultivation determines destiny, Wu Tian is born broken—his dantian shattered, his meridians crippled, hidden away by his family as a shameful secret. Yet fate refuses to let him remain weak. From the ashes of despair, Wu Tian rises through trials of blood and fire, mastering forbidden techniques and earning the title of Immortal Hero. Across floating paradises, haunted labyrinths, and dragon‑ridden skies, Wu Tian battles demons, sect traitors, and the terrifying Lo Han Demons, whose strength fuses the resilience of Lo Han warriors with the savagery of beasts. Alongside allies like the enigmatic Zhang Long, the fiery Feng Huang, and dragons of legend, Wu Tian’s journey is one of relentless action, high‑stakes drama, and the eternal struggle between light and shadow. But victory comes at a cost. As Wu Tian ascends, a darker reflection of himself is born—an echo of his own cultivation, a shadow that learns, waits, and hungers. In this Eastern Fantasy epic, where heroes grow from weak to strong, the question is not whether Wu Tian can save his people, but whether he can save himself from the darkness within.

They slaughtered his family. They stole his future. They dared to target his daughter as sacrifice. Now, with the Perfect System in his hands, Lin Feng will make the heavens witness their downfall.

To escape the clutches of the evil queen, Linux. Aether, the world's strongest sorcerer sacrifices himself to keep the Yggdrassil safe. His sacrifice yields him fruition as he reincarnates in a world full of Awakened individuals. He reincarnates as a orphan boy who is blessed by a unique entity. With the world's changing, Aether / Arthur has to challenge the winds of change while growing stronger to face the Queen again.

Han Jihan, a bottom-tier Porter left for dead in a dungeon, survives by signing a "god-tier" contract with the mysterious Death Bank. Instead of mana, his powers cost lifespan and physical health, inflicting agonizing penalties like memory loss and organ failure. Guided by Luna, an Auditor who becomes his moral anchor, Jihan rises as the famous "Miracle Hunter." The triumph is short-lived. When Jihan finally clears his sister’s medical debt, the Bank cruelly seizes Luna as a "late fee." To save her, Jihan is forced to become a Reaper, hunting innocent Hunters to pay off the interest. From this rock bottom, Jihan orchestrates a brilliant rebellion. Using his Reaper authority, he gathers "Glitch Essence" to trigger a dimensional inflation, aiming to collapse the Death Bank’s economy from the inside out. As the Bank begins "liquidating" Earth, a physically decaying Jihan turns against the Director. Despite his hair turning white and his heart failing, he dismantles the system’s servers during an apocalyptic invasion. At the peak of the collapse, the system issues one final notification: his life debt has been replaced with an infinite bonus balance. Death Mortgage is a gritty, dark-comedy action story about a man sacrificing his humanity to destroy a cosmic corporate tyranny.

"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 ]