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Under the Ashes** is a thrilling urban drama about power, revenge, and self-discovery. Ethan Li, once a humiliated son-in-law living as a servant in his wife’s home, has been kicked out and betrayed by the woman he sacrificed everything for. Sophia Wang, now a powerful businesswoman, throws him aside for a wealthier lover, unaware that Ethan was the secret force behind her rise to success. But what she doesn’t know is just the beginning. Ethan, discarded and beaten, reclaims his hidden identity as the rightful heir to the Li Consortium, one of the most powerful conglomerates in the world. Fueled by years of shame and bitterness, he returns with a single mission—revenge. With the help of his loyal ally, Victor Chen, Ethan sets in motion a devastating plan to ruin all those who betrayed him. But as Ethan uncovers buried family secrets—including the truth behind his mother’s tragic death—he finds himself entangled in a dangerous game of corporate warfare, hidden agendas, and shifting loyalties. His ruthless father, Reginald Li, will stop at nothing to keep control of the Li empire, even if it means turning his own son into a pawn. As Ethan faces betrayals, moral dilemmas, and global conspiracies, he must decide how far he’s willing to go for vengeance. In a world where power comes at a cost, Ethan will rise from the ashes of his past, but can he escape the shadows of his family’s legacy? Under the Ashes is a fast-paced, suspenseful tale of revenge, family betrayal, and the struggle to reclaim one’s identity. What would you sacrifice to destroy the ones who broke you?

The Numenorian Empire. A land ruled by a handful of individuals with the power to harness the elements and push their bodies to its utmost fighting potential. For eons it has enjoyed its place at the top of the food chain; the Imperial Numerators working hard to maintain Emperor Babbage's rule against both internal and external forces. In the Empire's hubris, they pushed the Denominators, the ones gifted with an affinity for smithing and the power to bestow enchantments, to their utmost limit...All while treating them like the dirt off their heel.Numerators gloated their superiority, often at their partner Denominator's expense as the former used the latter for all sorts of things. Live target practice, general punching bags, others even abused their partners to the point of driving them to suicide. It was a system that fostered superiority in firepower and physical prowess, one that's all too common in such a medieval setting.Enter then 24-year-old Crimson.Having been reincarnated against her will, she'll have to do her best to make the most of the bad hand dealt to her by fate. Born not as a powerful Numerator capable of wielding the elements themselves, but instead with the skillset befitting of a lowly Denominator, the former unemployed medical graduate will struggle not only against the growing unrest within the Empire but also with her own acquired neuroses and fluctuating teenage hormones.It's hard enough being a modern woman in a backwater world, it's even more insufferable when you know you can make a difference. Armed with only her vast amounts of random knowledge and gameplay-molded logic, Crimson will try to mold the world around her in her own modern standards. It should be easy, right?Too bad she never finished her engineering degree.

In a fractured world stitched together by ancient contracts and the whispers of summoners, power is everything—and Ryan, a dirt-born runt from a nowhere village, wasn’t supposed to have any. When his body surges with a volatile current known only as Dioki, the arcane lifeblood of creation, Ryan is plucked from obscurity and hurled into the political meatgrinder that is Kuma Academy. But while other students shape-shift reality with vampires, elves, and demonkind, Ryan summons something that shouldn't exist: a colossal entity wrapped in time-stained myths and riddled prophecies—Sphinx, a divine beast of ancient fire and truth. Sidelined as a freak. Watched like a weapon. Revered by beasts. Feared by men. The world had rules, but Ryan’s presence is the motherfucking exception. And when an ancient war that bled the stars dry stirs again, it's not the princes or the council who will decide the fate of the realms. It’s the kid with muddy boots, bloodied knuckles, and the unshakable audacity to summon monsters the gods themselves abandoned. Unspoken Premise: “The Beast-Binder and the Cursed Blood” Ryan never asked for power. But when Dioki awoke within his bones, he was shoved into a world where summoning rituals shape empires, and bloodlines rule with iron, magic, and fire. Unlike his noble-blooded peers, Ryan’s magic doesn’t bring forth elegant fae or winged seraphim. He calls down the old ones—divine, brutal, and beyond control. With Sphinx, his first divine beast, kneeling beside him, and a war brewing in the shadows, Ryan must navigate deceitful politics, alien invaders, and a summoner’s hierarchy designed to break those who dare defy blood.

As the King of Death in his previous life, Ainz Dorak was a formidable and fearsome ruler. He commanded an army of dark and terrifying creatures, instilling fear and awe in all who crossed his path. His power was unmatched, his reign absolute in the underworld. Despite his immense power and influence, Ainz Dorak could not escape the treachery and betrayal that ultimately led to his downfall. His enemies conspired against him, and so, he met his end, his power and glory fading into memory, so he thought, but something else happened at the point where he thought he had lost everything. Ainz suddenly woke up in a different place, another world to be precise, a world as cruel and twisted, and similar to his previous world, yet different. In this world, Ainz was rebirthed as an abandoned child of a noble, where he learns of the cruel fate of his reality. However, by chance, he was reincarnated with a system; The Shadow Monarch System, through the system, he lives the life of a Shadow Halfing turned Monarch, while making power his only reason for living. Following the path that has been laid out for him through the system, he would pave his path with his army of dark and terrifying creatures, as he snatched the lives of his enemies until he was once again called the king of death. ----------- [Congratulations! You have accepted Mark of the Shadows!] [You now bear a faint scent of Shadow!] [Shadows now recognizes you as their own!]

Mark Sanders worked his fingers to the bone as a freelance construction project manager. Every day felt like an uphill battle as he tried to grow his business while dealing with the cold stares and cutting remarks from Richard, his wealthy father-in-law. Initially, Lisa stood by Mark, believing in his dreams. However, as their unpaid bills mounted and their bank account shrank, she began to distance herself from him. Richard never hid his disgust, always making Mark feel like dirt beneath his polished shoes. The dragon tattoo on Mark's shoulder—a reminder of his carefree college days—became his only link to a time when hope burned bright in his chest. Mark's life fell apart when Lisa walked out. Her goodbye came with a shocking revelation that she and her father had been plotting against him for months. She falsely accused him of gambling away their savings and mishandling their money. Within days, police showed up at his door. The charges? He never committed. Richard's connections twisted the justice system like clay in his hands. Mark sat helpless as a sham trial tore his reputation to shreds. From his seat in the courtroom, he watched Lisa hiding behind her father, her eyes never meeting his as the judge sentenced him to prison.

"Step away. She's mine." Eric’s voice was calm but firm, his smirk barely concealed. The man in front of him scoffed. "And what about her?" He pointed at another woman. Eric chuckled, unfazed. "Also mine." The man’s face twisted in disbelief. "And… her too?" Eric nodded casually. "What can I say? A king doesn’t turn away his queens." Frustrated, the other man threw his hands in the air. "How many women do you even need?!" Eric grinned, tilting his head slightly. "As long as beauty exists, they will always belong to me." --- Life had always been cruel. Fired from his job over a ridiculous reason. Dumped by his girlfriend for being broke. Just when he thought things couldn’t get worse, a drunk driver sent him flying. Most would call it the end. For Eric Carter, it was just the beginning. [Ding! Activation requirements met. System initializing…] [Welcome to the Royal Harem System—Dedicated to building the greatest harem in history.] A slow, confident smirk stretched across Eric’s lips as he cracked his knuckles. "From today onward, I, Eric Carter, will be the undisputed Harem King." He straightened his posture, radiating newfound confidence. "Excuse me, miss. You're breathtaking. Would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?"

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.

Most people live their lives without ever knowing what lingers after death. Raito was never meant to be one of the ones who do. Three years ago, a night meant for stars and quiet laughter ended in blood. Since then, Raito has lived a half-life—haunted, isolated, and unseen by the world he no longer fully belongs to. Ghosts roam the city, born from human obsessions too strong to die, yet for reasons he cannot explain, they sense him only when he dares to acknowledge their existence. To them, he is a blind spot. To himself, he is a survivor who should have died. Beneath the surface of ordinary life, a secret war is being fought. The Ghost Hunters Organization (GHO) operates in the shadows, wielding cursed weapons born from the obsessions of fallen spirits, hunting ghosts before their grief and rage evolve into something far worse. When Raito is pulled into this hidden world, a terrifying truth begins to surface—one that ties his survival, his strange condition, and the death of his childhood friend together in ways he never imagined. Because some ghosts do not move on. Some protect. Some wait. And some… live on inside the living. As Raito is forced to confront the dead he carries, the trauma he buried, and the monsters born from human obsession, he must decide whether strength is worth the cost—when every step forward drags the weight of the dead along with him. In a world where ghosts are not born from malice but from love, regret, and obsession, the greatest horror is not what refuses to die… …but what refuses to let go.

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.

In a world ravaged by the malevolent touch of the God of Demons, Mazoku, a planet teeters on the precipice of annihilation. The once-solid barriers between the human realm and the dreaded demon realm lie shattered, plunging the world into chaos. Nature's laws have become twisted, and an unending war rages among the four kingdoms since time immemorial. The undeniable truth emerges— the world is hurtling towards its demise. Yet, amidst the relentless torment wrought by a colossal sword forged by the very hands of the God of Demons, a faint glimmer of hope persists. This formidable weapon, driven into the heart of the planet, paradoxically presents a solitary chance for salvation. Once every three millennia, the Night of Fate descends, shrouding the land in an otherworldly aura. Those who find themselves slumbering beside the accursed sword on this fateful night are transported to a realm unknown—the "World's Fury Realm." Within this enigmatic domain, these chosen souls are burdened with a profound quest: to undertake a series of arduous missions, each with the potential to mend the shattered world. Success bears a promise as poignant as it is uplifting—those hailing from the human realm will be whisked back, their planet’s wounds finally sutured. A glimmer of hope beckons, for a path to restoration is laid before them. However, the road to redemption is fraught with peril, as failure yields a fate far bleaker than one could fathom. Those unable to rise to the challenge find themselves imprisoned within the very realm they sought to conquer—the World’s Fury Realm. In this desolate expanse, destruction and agony reign supreme, unending torment that only death can bring respite from.