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A baby was born into the world at a most extraordinary moment—when the Earth was experiencing a total solar eclipse that lasted for an entire month, nearly driving all living creatures on the planet to extinction. At the very moment of the child's birth, the Celestial Beings bestowed a sacred tome containing great power and profound knowledge, along with a legendary sword that was the twin to the tome. Yes, Xiao Chen, the baby born during that rare celestial event, was chosen to receive the divine gift of the tome and the sacred sword. Not only that, he was also born with a rare physique—one that only appears once every ten thousand years. But behind the blessings he received lies a great responsibility: to thwart the ambition of the most powerful dark cultivator from the past who has risen once more and seeks to reclaim dominion over the Earth.

Once worshipped as a prodigy, now scorned as a nobody. Leaving the village as the top disciple of the mysterious miracle doctor, adored by countless damsels, and blessed with devastatingly handsome features, Richard stepped into the city— only to be loathed, disdained and humiliated. Little did they know… he was far more than just a “Village doctor.” He was Richard Valkar–the very embodiment of medicine itself! Every healer shall bow. Every martial artist shall tremble. And every being on earth shall confess that he is the greatest! Order! Make way for the Greatest of all time! But… Will he achieve ALL his goals and dominate his enemies? Will he forever reign supreme, or will his enemies one day rise to overthrow him? Find out in this epic tale of power, redemption, and dominance!

To repay his wife, Freya Mitchell, for saving his life, Anthony Jones took the blame on behalf of the Mitchell family and served three years in prison. By a stroke of divine providence, Anthony crossed paths with a mysterious old man during his time behind bars... On the day of his release, his former wife handed him divorce papers—her only goal was to secure a partnership with Horizon Group. Little did she know, the man standing before her was none other than the owner of Horizon Group himself...

After a cataclysmic event that turned the world population into different variants of deadly monsters, Ryan, a below-average guy, was betrayed by fellow survivors and left him for dead in the hands of a swarm of the undead. On the verge of death, he swallowed an energy crystal which could either turn him into an evolved variant known as deviant or make him a permanent monster.

His in-laws requested for his kidney to save their daughter in exchange for $10 million, he willingly gave them his organ. But when he requested for his money, they broke his leg and sent him to the most dangerous prison in the world. After six months he returned with a new identity, as the Supreme General.

Aric Blackthorn is cursed by a power that loves him too fiercely, a psychic leviathan with no respect for boundaries—a Devil’s Fruit that warps flesh, mind, and fate. When House Blackthorn is torn apart by ancient betrayals, Aric must master psychic warfare and arcane combat to survive. But the power inside him hungers, and if he gives too much, it might devour everything he holds dear. Devil’s Fruit: I Couldn’t Evolve is a brutal, sensorial journey into love turned monstrous, where sarcasm scythes through blood‑dark magic and each spell is a promise of beauty and violence. Aric Blackthorn awakens in the ruined halls of his ancestral keep, the psychic presence of his Devil’s Fruit thrumming in his mind—a beast that speaks in riddles and carves runic fractures through reality. Determined to reclaim his legacy, he forges uneasy alliances: Seris the shadowsmith, Vira the mercurial envoy, and Kael the steadfast guard. Every encounter sparks a battle of senses and strategy—color‑bleeding mana webs, sigil‑etched swords, psychic pressure like thunder in the veins. As Aric climbs the ladder of power, House Blackthorn fractures under envy, and rival factions—Elowen’s hollow‑vein cult, Garrick’s iron‑sigil enforcers, Thane’s dread‑spiral cabal—seek to claim the psychic core within him. But when his psychic companion Lysander whispers that love is the greatest threat, Aric must choose: let the fruit consume him, or turn its monstrous devotion into salvation. Sacrifices will bleed sincerity, sarcasm will break bones, and comedy will red‑raw the absurdity of power.

Surrounded by foreign organizations, the Nameless District is a hotbed for mobsters, thugs, prostitutes, and dirty cops. This district was created to get rid of the troublemakers who were hated by the upper class. The district is also home to two "Handymen" who take jobs for the mafia and the police force that no one else can handle. The two, named Kay Liavin and Malvinn Lundon. Their job is nothing short of crushing gangs and maintaining the stability of the Nameless District untouched by law. As a result of a mafia attack, the district becomes a battlefield tainted with greed and violence, leaving its citizens caught in the crossfire. During anarchic chaos, Lynzie Jasha appears as a mysterious girl who becomes the target of the mafia. The two handymen got the task of catching her. As the district continues to crumble under conflict, will the two handymen be able to use their powers to protect the district's weak citizens, or will they waver and try to get Lynzie Jasha for their benefit?

Heavy panting and footsteps could be heard as the criminal ran down the stone cold alleyway, trying and helplessly failing to get away from him. Of course he had heard of him, the one who always gets his target, the one so terrifying that he got the name the reaper but he had never thought they would meet face to face. ***** The reaper is a skilled assassin tasked with the task of killing Park Hajun an influential politician with a high bounty on his head. He is an untouchable killer who evades capture and always gets his target. As elusive as a ghost he comes and goes living no trace, striking fear in all his victims but one. Park hajun is determined to unmask the person who is trying to stop him from achieving his dream and he will use any means to unmask the reaper.

Born into violence and hardship, a charismatic fighter discovers that winning the heart of the otherworldly being he desires requires nothing less than a crown of his own. This is the saga of ambition, passion, and the chaos of a world in flux. Set in a fantasy realm echoing medieval Europe, the story follows a ruthless warrior's bloody path to power where alliances are forged in both the battlefield and the bedroom. The protagonist, Luc Beaumont, is as dangerous as he is magnetic, leaving a trail of conquered enemies and seduced lovers men and women alike in his wake. He takes what he wants without apology, building his empire one calculated move at a time. (Note: While the story moves at a steady pace, the protagonist earns his victories through cunning and force, not cheap tricks. Luc shows no mercy, particularly to male rivals. Romantic and erotic content appears throughout, but not in every chapter.)

“Sign the papers, Yemin. You’re nothing but a lapdog living in my house,” Katherine sneered, flipping her perfect hair. “You should be thanking me for keeping you around this long. Even my maid is more useful than you.” Her new lover, James Franx, smirked. “Man, I almost feel bad for you. Almost. Must suck knowing your only talent is folding laundry and giving foot massages.” The whole room burst into laughter. Yemin just stood there, silent. They called him a loser. A househusband. A pathetic joke. But what they didn’t know? The man they mocked owned the very restaurant they were dining in. The billion-dollar contracts they bragged about? His name was on every single one. And when the truth dropped, their smiles vanished. "Throw them out," the CEO of Ravol Company ordered, his voice cold. Katherine's jaw dropped. "W-What? No, this has to be a mistake!" James turned pale. "Wait! You don't understand! He’s just a nobody!" Yemin chuckled, finally looking them in the eyes. "You’re right, James. I was a nobody. But tell me… what does that make the fool who was just begging at my feet?"