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Maeson Monroe is drowning under the heavy weight of massive medical debt. His little sister is fighting for her life in a hospital room, and the steep bills keep piling higher every single day. To the corporate world, Maeson is just a quiet computer technician. He keeps his head down to protect his job. But in the deep shadows of the dark web, he is the most powerful anonymous hacker alive. He alone controls a secret artificial intelligence that could bring strong nations to their knees. He only breaks the law to keep his sick sister breathing. Ava Carter is billionaire royalty and the brilliant lead historian for her father and his massive tech empire. She has unlimited wealth but zero freedom. Ava also holds a fierce grudge. She is obsessed with unmasking the unknown hacker who caused a devastating financial crisis for her family years ago. She has no idea the quiet man fixing her laptop is the exact enemy she has sworn to ruin. Everything shatters when her father unearths an ancient metal cylinder holding a terrifying secret. A careless mistake wakes up a destructive power the ancients called dark magic. Maeson must use his hidden AI to read the code, risking his own life and secret identity. Now, the billionaire heiress and the secret hacker must go on the run. Their only hope is a dangerous global journey to find a magical child born to control the dark energy before the whole world burns down to ash.

Lying inside an MRI machine, was nervous and slightly scared inside the round and magnificent tube. Just beside the room stood two men in lab coats. There were men dressed in military uniforms and holding submachine guns. “Are you ready?” one of the doctors asked through the mic. “Do it.” the boy replied with a resolute tone. The doctor nodded and pushed a button and the MRI machine began to give a low humming sound. Suddenly, the boy felt a sharp pain in his head, which made him scream in agony. He struggled to break free, but he was restricted. After a few seconds, the noise died down. Suddenly, an alarm began to blare and all the monitors displayed warning and error messages. The men were all shocked, and the uniformed men all cocked their guns and pointed them at the MRI machine. The normal MRI machine began to glow and melt. One could tell that something was burning it. Suddenly, it exploded, sending the parts flying everywhere. Some even broke through the glass pane and hit some of the uniformed men. There was smoke everywhere and the men all stood up and looked in the direction of the MRI room. As the smoke cleared, a pair of red, cold, and burning eyes opened up and stared at them, sending shivers down their spines. ________$ Following an accidental encounter, Leo began to manifest superpowers, but with great power, comes power-hungry men and great responsibilities. Leo promises to use his powers for good and be the hero he wants to be. But, things did not to turn the way he wanted them to be Will Leo overcome the principalities he faces with himself and be the hero he wishes to be, or will he succumb to the ugliness and rage inside him?

"Drink up, brother," they said, passing me the poisoned wine. In my first life, I was the fool who conquered an empire only to hand it to my family on a silver platter. My reward? A silver goblet laced with nightshade, a dagger between my ribs, and the sound of my own brothers laughing as I choked on my own blood. They seized my throne, slaughtered my loyalists, and completely erased my legacy. Then, I blinked. I wasn't lying on the cold stone floor of a locked treasury. I was standing in the middle of the Grand Pavilion, ten years earlier, holding the exact same golden chalice. Julian was right next to me, patting my shoulder with his fake, loving smile. The universe had hit rewind. My body is ten years younger. My vast mana pools are gone, reduced to a flickering spark. I am physically a weak, untrained prince surrounded by apex predators. But I remember everything. Every hidden treasure, every forbidden spell, every upcoming disaster, and exactly how each of my brothers breathes. They think I am still their naive, easily manipulated pawn. They have no idea that the gentle prince died in that treasury—and a monster woke up in his place. I’m not going to fight them for this rotting kingdom. I'm going to let them starve. I will cross into the forbidden lands, awaken a dark system, and build an empire so terrifying it will swallow theirs whole. My name is Kaelen. They wanted my throne, but they will drown in their own blood to reach it.

Beneath the glamour of the Whitlock Group lies a betrayal of the most vicious kind. Martin Whitlock, a seemingly perfect billionaire CEO, is stabbed and thrown off a cliff by Miller, his identical twin brother who grew up in bitter poverty. But death refuses to claim Martin. Saved by a mysterious doctor, he awakens with a ruined face and a reality far more excruciating than his stab wounds: his beloved wife, Moana, isn't even looking for him. Instead, she willingly welcomes his murderer into her bed and his company, all for the sake of power. Betrayed by his own flesh and blood and discarded by his wife, the angelic side of Martin died in that forest. He returns to his empire from the very bottom, disguised as a disfigured courier. He doesn't come demanding answers. He comes to reclaim his empire, shatter his enemies' sanity, and make the wife who betrayed him crawl and beg at his feet. Because the ultimate revenge isn't murder; it is absolute poverty.

Five years ago, Caleb Thorne vanished on the battlefield and was presumed dead. His family was ruined, his assets seized, and his sister forced to become collateral for a debt held by the most powerful banking family in Switzerland. They thought Caleb was dead. They thought the Thorne family was trash they could trample upon. They were dead wrong. Caleb has returned, not as an ordinary man, but as The Soul Sovereign. Within his pitch-black shadow dwell 10,000 soldier spirits known as "The Hollows," hungering for fear. When enemy guns explode in their own hands and billionaires begin screaming hysterically at empty walls, one thing becomes clear: The King has returned. "You ask the price of my sister's life? Unfortunately, your money holds no value in hell." Don't make him angry. Don't look into his eyes. And for God's sake, never touch his family.

Two weapons clanged. A sturdy long stick with a large mace on top was swayed aside by a strong female warrior. With her short reddish hair and a menacing yell, she trusted her chain mace towards a tall girl with a long pointy tail and protruding fangs. She barely dodged her attack, throwing her body to the ground of the arena. The audience behind the flimsy fence roared and cheered in a frenzy. They were packed tight around the rocky walls, thirsting for blood. The fallen girl heaved, holding her weapon tight. Standing up, she narrated, "Someone once joked 'Go to Heaven for the climate, Hell for the company'. Only fools can believe this to be true." Her opponent cackled with a smirk, ready for another attack. "Do you want to know what it's like down here? Well, let me tell you.” The woman in question entered this world as a very old and very ill woman. Surrounded by her loved ones, she closed her eyes and entered a hell-like dimension. It resembled a large city floating on a lake of lava, called Helltown. With very little resources, she had to find a way to survive. Luckily, there was hope. The woman used a spell to become a beautiful young woman with super strength. Disguised, she fought demons, escaped the slums, ended up in a brothel and then as a gladiator in an arena. With many enemies and shifty allies, she finally managed to catch a break and get to the top floors, where the intrigues truly start. Along the way, we learn more about her life on Earth and the possible reasons for her being there. Can she stay sane among such evil? What is Helltown, and does it affect the life on Earth? A lot, actually.

Have you ever experienced the crushing weight of humiliation so heavy that it makes you contemplate taking your own life? If you haven't, count yourself lucky, because it's not a feeling anyone would want to experience, let alone brag about. Meet Kelvin, a college student whose financial struggles are no secret. Despite feeling like the world is against him, he finds solace in his girlfriend Vanessa, or at least he did until her birthday party. When he arrived with nothing to offer but his love, she not only broke up with him but also subjected him to public ridicule. The pain of such a betrayal and public humiliation can leave a lasting impact on one's mental health and self-worth. He had grown accustomed to enduring the constant harassment from her and others, but today it reached a new level of cruelty. As he ran home, tears streaming down his face, he was so consumed by his emotions that he didn't see the curb ahead. He tripped and fell, hitting his head hard on the pavement. When he finally regained consciousness, he heard a faint voice calling out to him. ** ** ** "Host detected!!! Beauties picking system activated in 1%..." a computerized voice said out of the blues. "Who's there?" Kevin asked. "10%...89%...100%... system uploaded." It continued. It took a moment and he realized it was coming from his head. Kevin was scared that he was going mad. "Who are you? What are you?" he demanded, holding his head in his hands but then suddenly it spoke again. "Now find a beauty and make her fall in love with you in 72 hours," it said.

"Harmony..." he fondly addressed "You disobeyed your master. Don't you think you deserve a punishment?" He asked, his breath gently fanned her lips Holding onto her waist, he turned her such that she was completely facing him. He moved closer to her lips in an attempt to kiss her but then moved an inch backward He repeated this action twice and could clearly see her misty eyes. Harmony knew he was in a way punishing her and surprisingly, she yearned for his kiss Seeing his lips moving closer to hers, she instinctively moved forward but instead of kissing her on the lips, he kissed her jaw His lips rubbing along he skin. And then his lips met hers, he licked her lips...savouring her patiently. With soft and gentle movement, he slid his tongue into her sweet mouth .... Harmony is a girl with a forgotten past. Unknowingly, she was a catalyst. Someone meant to cause nothing but destruction. She was driven by her mother and was found by a maid who worked in a mansion where girls were being recruited to other places Lord Darian was a Domineering Lord and a fearsome tyrant. His presence alone was an enigma, he scared people without even trying to lift a finger. His cruelty held no bounds. The most powerful Lord in whole of Zludac. He saw her in his dream She was his salvation...or so he thought He thought he was someone who didn't need to be saved until he saw her Two lost souls crossed, their fates locked Will she still be his beautiful maiden knowing she was not only his redemption but also his end?

Takumi Asano, a painter from Kyoto, Japan, had copied tens of thousands of Vincent van Gogh's oil paintings. One day, he traveled through time to Arles, a small town in Provence, France, just before Christmas in 1888. It could be said to be time travel, or rather, arriving in a parallel universe. There, he became Marcel Duval, a 20-year-old local "chimney boy". Right in front of him unfolded one of the most famous tragedies in art history: the impoverished and down-and-out Van Gogh, holding a razor, was pointing it at his left ear! — "Mr. Van Gogh! Put down the razor!" — "Tell Armand... I'll cut off my ear and give it to him right away!" Was there actually an untold secret behind Van Gogh's ear-severing incident? — "Keep it, and it will bring you more and greater works!" — "You're absolutely crazy! Who are you?" — "I'm your top-tier manager!" Years later, the Parisian art circle had undergone earth-shattering changes. Van Gogh, who had grown into a great master, no longer had darkness in his eyes: "Marcel, it really was a good idea to keep my ear. Without you, none of this would have been possible!" Takumi Asano, once a lowly copyist trapped in drudgery, had now become Marcel, the world's "Godfather of Art". He smiled and raised his glass: "Come to my Provence manor this summer. I've planted a vast sunflower field—tens of thousands of mu—just for you... By the way, would you like to see my new paintings?" 【Time-Travel Redemption + Underdog's Rise + Rewriting History】! Click to read, and join Van Gogh in defying fate to turn the tide, lighting up the stars on the canvas!

Jackson found no words to respond; he remained silent, holding the divorce papers. He felt numb, detached from the world around him. His wife's words and actions had left him shattered, unable to believe that their relationship had abruptly ended with no chance for reconciliation. As he stared at the divorce papers thrown in his face, he felt a sense of finality and loss engulfing him. He could only blame himself for everything that had happened – if he had been honest with his wife about his situation, perhaps things would have taken a different turn. Walking down the street lost in his thoughts, he heard his phone ring. Initially, he didn't want to answer; he wasn't in the mood to receive more bad news. But something in his gut told him to take the call. "Hello?" he answered reluctantly. "Young sir! Your grandfather informed me to contact you. 100,000,000 has been deposited into your account, and tomorrow your exile period will end. You'll regain control of your company, and the family is coming to welcome you back," the voice on the other end explained. Checking his phone, he indeed saw the deposited amount. Everything was falling back into place. Jackson replied hesitantly, "Tomorrow, I'll turn twenty-five." His mind returned to his old life in the palace and prestigious companies, where he was a rising star before being suddenly banished. He had always wondered when he would return. The voice from the phone continued, "Young sir! Your exile period has ended, and your companies are ready to welcome you back with open arms. We need you, Jackson – you are the heir to our companies, and we cannot do without you."