hero of fiction

He didn't want to be a ruler but a god asked him to become a ruler, until his soul was transferred to a different dimension and even a different world. After being resurrected from the dead, since then his journey to become a ruler begins. Revenge is part of the goal. Being strong was his reason for staying alive and returning to his original world.

After the opening of the Pandora's Box, the God of Death, battered and gravely injured, fled to the mortal world carrying half of the Supreme artifact of the Gods he stole. The world, known as Agartha, experienced a monumental change- The transition of flora and fauna in tandem with human civilization into something richer with resources blended with utmost danger. Massive surge of concentrated energy coursed through the world enabling the manifestation of dormant bloodlines, martial and arcane arts as well as powerful techniques. In a secluded village in the depths of Sierra Noluz, a relatively dangerous mountain range with dense forestry is where Lex Azure live. Living his 15 years of life being instilled with vocational education as well as martial arts from his father, learning military arts from retired soldiers in the village, and arcane arts from village invokers, it was all but fleeting. Suddenly thrust into the whirlpool of fate, Lex, compelled by his bloodline, will inevitably have to face off against the God of Death. Why must he battle a God? How can he face against a God? Discover the world outside of Sierra Noluz and explore the vastness of Ageartha with Lex as he campaigns to fight for the survival of humanity. Learning the trinity paths, befriending magic beasts, rallying the nation, finding reliable companions, fighting the dark forces, treading a path uncharted by all. ------- Note: Brace yourselves to get your worldview overturned by different tales and you'll start to believe in magic a little. Stay tuned for every piece of the puzzle will fit perfectly at the end. Please enjoy the journey. Read it now, add it to your reading list and earn a badge.

Arkanza was stabbed by his own confidant, because he did not accept that Arkanza got a second chance and lived as the son of his own enemy, Adam Smith. and found out that Arkanza grew up in a toxic family, Arkanza intended to take revenge on his family.

Zane was filled with rage when he found out his wife had been sleeping with another man, and to his disbelief, his in-laws seemed to accept and even approve of it. Consequently, Zane was expelled and divorced. This incident, however, revealed an unexpected truth to Zane. He had unknowingly inherited wealth and a cultivation technique, which shockingly, turned out to be real in modern times! With his newfound money and power, Zane was determined to prove that he was not careless. He vowed to avenge himself and become the most respected person in the world, making sure to achieve success!

A mysterious event leads every single man in A-City to question whether it is right or wrong to succumb themselves in submission and ideal ecstasy, if the consequence is to unleash a part of them they never knew was naturally built.

Paxton Cartier was the only son of the Cartier family. They’re known for being one of the wealthiest families in the country. But then, a tragedy happened that will turn his life upside down. A group of men set a big fire to the mansion where their family gathered for a banquet. Everyone died in the fire except him who was saved by Lorelei Marshall—unfortunately, her face was destroyed by the fire. Ten years later, Paxton came back after he ran away and hid. Now he owns the title of a Mafia King, one of the most powerful men in the country. He’s back to find the woman who saved him and mostly, he’s back to get his revenge on those people who destroyed his family!

What is a mystery? Is it an axiom representing what is not perceptible and understandable? Is it the unfathomable, incomprehensible no matter how people try to make it specious? No, it isn't that. The definition of mystery is only what people can conceive, a specious fact with loopholes. People believe what they believe to be true and sadly, it has plunged them to the endless gore of ignorance. Mysteries aren't what we don't understand or what we can't comprehend. Mysteries aren't what remain hidden, taciturn to the ever yearning ears of people. Mysteries aren't the supernatural laws which can't be explained or fathomed. No, the definition of 'mysteries' is beyond that. Mysteries are what can't be reached no matter how we try to reach them. It isn't what can't be comprehended. Rather, it's what can't be reached. They are endless gores, immersed into the abyssal chasm of infinities. Mysteries are a state of endlessness and boundlessness, incomprehensible and unfathomable. Yes, that's what mysteries are. Cyclopean and grosteque phantasm is what a mystery should be called. A mystery transcends the feebleness and lumbering states of concepts, going on and on for eternity. Hence, a mystery is the same as infinity and infinity the same as a mystery. A mystery is infinite and infinity is mysterious—both are like a symphony, intertwined with each other making them chalcenterous and existing in oneness. To understand a mystery, you need to be boundless and infinite, transcending all possible concepts and impossible concepts, all possible 'non-concepts' and all impossible 'non-concepts'. Mysteries are beyond conception as well as non-conception. They are mysteries, boundless and infinite! They are stacked upon each other in a terracing manner, shrouded in the prodigious paradigm of infinity, going on and on till infinity!

"Come on, waiter," Tom taunted, his voice dripping with contempt. "You should lick it up while it's still cool," he added with a sly chuckle as his friends eagerly removed their phones to capture August’s humiliation for their amusement. August was devastated, the money he had been saving for the past eight months barely amounted to $180. How would he muster $800 to spare himself from this humiliating ordeal? Stooping that low to lick the liquor on the floor was an option he rather succumbed to death sooner than consider.  "Please, give me until tomorrow. I'll find a way to borrow the money and pay you back," August pleaded, desperation creeping into his voice. But Tom was not having it with him. “No waiter, everything starts and end today. If you are going to pay me the money then is going to be today and right now, or I will have to force you to lick up the liquor”. August's devastation intensified as he realized the gravity of the situation, this was not optional like Tom presented it the first time. His intentions were clear; he did not at all cared about the money all he wanted was to have August lick the floor for their amusement.

He lost his memories He forgot his true identity While wandering about, lost and injured, he saved a millionaire from death. In gratitude, the old man took him in and got him married to the granddaughter. His new life seemed perfect until the old man died, then the family showed their true colours. They have always despised him but kept it hidden because of the old man. His wife revealed that was pregnant for another man and he was kicked out of the family home without a cent to his name. An unfortunate accident or just a case of being at the right place at the right time, and he regains his memory. He remembered that he's the heir to the country's greatest fortune, but he also realised that he had enemies among his own blood. Now he must fight back and return to his birthright. But he would never forget those who wronged him and he wouldn't wait for karma to give them what they deserved.

Aella “whirlwind” Harlow was looking at the screen of her phone with earbuds on, the live speech of Aniya Rossi in the United Nations. She sighed and mumbled when it ended, “Dumbass… Werewolves accepted by society, protectors, helping Humanity achieve greatness. Yeah, greatness my butt! A good Werewolf is a dead Werewolf! Spoiled brat… Stupid bitch…” She checked her quiver, counting the darts still there. A quick glance at the pistol crossbow on the left side of her belt, and at the Ruger gun inside the holster under her left armpit. Grabbing her faithful Labrys, a double edge axe, was the last thing she did before hearing a howl nearby. Aella frowned and mumbled, “Showtime…” (It is the sequel of "The Flesh-Eating Werewolf", set 20 years in the future, but can be read as a stand alone, but with minor mentions to events in the first story, and some previous characters that will appear in this story.)