Grand Duke It Was A Mistake

In the shadows of the world's most dangerous casinos, where fortunes rise and lives crumble with the turn of a card, one man plays a game no one else dares to. His name is whispered in backroom deals and bloodstained poker tables—a gambler who never bets unless the stakes are deadly. He doesn’t rely on luck. He bends it. Manipulates it. Controls it. But when an invitation arrives from The House, the unseen rulers of the underground gambling world, he realizes the real game has only just begun. To uncover the truth behind his father’s disappearance, he must challenge the world’s greatest gamblers, each wielding Ki-powered techniques that can turn probability itself into a weapon. A single mistake could cost him everything. But if there’s one thing he knows, it’s this—the greater the risk, the sweeter the win.

Introvert!? Me!? Tha hell am I an introvert. I stay indoors all day because I am afraid to get my butt kicked. Until I contract my beast, I won't be walking freely. This is a promise I made it myself. My name is Ryder and I am a black marked. In the planet where I live, it is dominated by summoners. If you guessed, then you are right, we contracted beast from the Astral Shadow plain and summon it out at will after successfully contracting the creature. Mark appears on the left shoulder of every human after birth, a mark given by the beast that chooses you. There are five different colours of mark— the brown, the orange, the red, the black and lastly, the white. Of all the marking, I was marked black. I was marked by a supreme demon monarch of the Astra shadow plain— the Dracogon. There was a 0.5 over 100 percent chance for me to survive in the contraction process but I did. I did and in the process, caused a catastrophe— i opened a link between the beasts of Astra shadow plain and the planet of humans, Terra. Everyone is in my planet is in danger because of me. Now with no other choice, I have to find a way to resolve the mistake I made, alone just like I caused it alone. ****

In a world that is defined by power, Lance stands out as the only enigma-nap, with no visible aim and a razor-sharp tongue. This lazy, sharp-tongued orphan, however, hides under the indifferent face a very sharp mind and single terrifying thought: 'Can I become a god?' He transforms that rather weird obsession into an obstinate path for becoming the controller of the very texture of society. Thus, in walking such cunning schemes, he really very well plans the things in a manner that all those who will be caught in the web don't know how they got entrapped. Ranging from the shadowy syndicates to ancient bloodlines vying for supremacy, everyone is just another piece on his board. Evelyn, heiress to a legacy now crumbling, has her own fights. Mysteriously, both parents vanished in relation to a top-secret research project. The thing preventing total destruction of the family's an ancient curse: utter ruin to any that lay a hand upon this bloodline-the protection has already started to fade. In a fateful meet with Lance, Evelyn would acquire an artifact capable of giving unimaginable superhuman powers. But one condition binds their uneasy alliance: equivalent exchange. Such were destined to forge alliances as well as betray and cut secret deals, and in such noise, Lance discovers the buried legacy of his own blod, a legacy that perhaps holds the key to his grand ambition towards godhood. Bloodlines are unveiled, as underground superhuman races come to light, and as secret organizations revealed their own conspiracy towards ascendencion. Lance sacrifices pawns in a larger game that only he can see in every moves. Even gods bleed. Will Lance maneuvers his enemies to rise to the throne of immortality or will his cold calculations be trumped by love, betrayal, and the unraveling secrets of his past?.

"You think a loser like you could ever have me?" Selena sneered, flipping her hair as she clung to Derek’s arm. Jason's heart pounded in his chest. He had done everything for Selena—her homework, her errands, even covered for her when she skipped class. And now, she was throwing it all in his face, laughing at him in front of the entire campus. "You’re pathetic, Jason. You’ll never be good enough for someone like Selena," Derek added, smirking. That night, drowning in anger and humiliation, Jason scrolled through his phone, only to see a strange app appear on his screen. "The Game of Kings"—he hadn’t downloaded it, but it was there, glowing like a beacon. Curious, he tapped it. A message popped up: "Enter your name to begin. Rise or fall—it’s your choice." Jason hesitated, then typed his name. The screen flashed. "Level 1 complete. Claim your reward: $2,000,000 or continue playing?" His breath caught. Two million grand? Was this a dream? His bank app confirmed it—his balance had skyrocketed overnight. Now, with wealth and power at his fingertips, Jason isn’t just playing to win. He’s playing to change his fate. Will he use the game to take down Derek and make Selena regret ever betraying him? Or will he realize that the true game is much bigger than revenge?

Elden, a young village man, discovers that he is the heir to dragon blood after a mysterious mark appears on his arm. This power draws the attention of the kingdom, the dragon hunters' order, and old enemies who seek to control him. To understand his true identity, Elden must embark on a dangerous journey, face a grand conspiracy, and fight against Malagar, a ruthless sorcerer who desires dragon blood for eternal power.

Falling to a dark conspiracy, the entire Smith family was brutally massacred, and their grand manor set ablaze. Amid the fiery chaos, the jewel of West Arcadia City leapt into the inferno to save a boy, sacrificing her beauty and nearly her life in the process. A decade later, Orion Smith had trained under the faceless alchemist, mastering the Dragon Mantra and wielding the fearsome power of the dragon’s inferno. Worshiped as the Supreme Dragon General, he had built the legendary Iron Phoenix Legion, led them through countless campaigns and conquests, and forged an empire. However, hiding his true identity, the young conqueror returned with two goals: To repay the woman who saved him. To avenge his family’s murder. But Orion soon discovered that his family’s killers weren’t just ordinary men. They were the city’s pillars—four powerful families that had formed a powerful mafia organization. At their head stood a leader who was rich, powerful, and psychotic, wielding dark alchemist powers that might rival his own, along with a very personal tie to him.

Charlie Wade era el yerno que todos despreciaban, pero su verdadera identidad como heredero de una familia prominente seguía siendo un secreto. ¡Juró que algún día, aquellos que lo rechazaron se arrodillarían ante él suplicando por su misericordia, eventualmente!

Michael Angelo's moment of triumph was supposed to be the night of a lifetime. His mansion's grand ballroom was abuzz with friends, family, and acquaintances, all gathered to celebrate his crowning achievement. However, beneath the champagne toasts and congratulatory smiles, a sinister undertone lurked, centered around a mysterious black daffodil - a family heirloom passed down from his enigmatic grandmother. As the night wore on, the flowers of joy seemed poised to bloom into a garden of darkness.

Nicole Stanton, la joven más rica del mundo, apareció secretamente en el aeropuerto, pero los paparazzis la reconocieron de inmediato. Paparazzi A: “Sra. Stanton, ¿por qué terminó su matrimonio de tres años con el Sr. Ferguson?”. Ella sonrió y dijo: “Porque tengo que heredar mi propia fortuna familiar de mil millones de dólares…” Paparazzi B: “¿Dicen que has estado saliendo con un montón de chicos en un mes, ¿verdad?” Antes de que la heredera multimillonaria pudiera hablar, una voz seria llegó desde lejos. "No, son todas noticias falsas". Eric Ferguson apareció entre la multitud. “También tengo una propiedad que vale mil millones de dólares. Sra. Stanton, ¿por qué no hereda la fortuna de mi familia?

A hero must be compassionate, selfless and courageous. But that isn't all. Because a hero must also be powerful. In this world, power is everything. Strength decides who gets to save lives and who's left with community service. That’s why I was nothing — a rank 50 E-Class reject, skating through the streets, saving what little I could while the real heroes battled gods and monsters. Then one day, I died. Almost. Dragged into the abyss, I was given a second chance: the Forever Core. An armor that evolves. A system that never stops adapting. Every battle, every hit, every mistake, I come back stronger. Now, the monsters that once crushed me can’t kill me the same way twice. I must adapt. Evolve. I must grow stronger and fight harder. Because humanity is worth fighting for. Even if I have to burn every villain alive to prove it.