How To Raise Your Regressor

The Judge nodded and a gleeful smile formed across his mouth. "On the basis of the prosecutor and evidences, I declare Elijah guilty of sexual assault to Miss Chloe." Elijah looked at the Judge, his eyes as dead as last year's snow. He didn't say anything. "As punishment for your actions, Mr Elijah," the judge announced coldly and unforgivingly. "You'll be stripped of your inheritance from Lord Owen. You're hereby sentenced to spend the next eight years in prison with nothing to your name." The judge banged his gravel, sealing Elijah's grim fate. "You'll regret this," Elijah grinded his teeth bitterly, tears smarting his eyes. "I swear to God, I'll make every single one of you pay!"

[🥉 #10 System in my real life 🥉 ]"I don't have any powers and I don't want any." Victor snorted. "Well, there is no turning back now. At this stage, you can't control your primal instincts and your will to morph. Although, they are vital for a shape-changer." Maks's eyes rounded, pacing back and forth, "I can't control my primordial instinct..." He said. "It's primal_" "They're the same thing!" He yelled back. He was going to freak out if he found himself in a situation where he couldn't help himself. He gazed at his hands. Then he started slowly. "This is your first and least level of cultivation, you'll have to keep going."

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."

Alex, a poor medical student of rift valley university, was bullied by the rich boys in school. The night that he buried himself in sorrow and tears, thinking he was all alone, the night when he thought he was facing the harsh world alone, his father's best friend visited. He got the shocking revelation that he was the only heir of Xavier's family. And the richest kid among his bullies seems to be feeding from his inheritance. Extract *** your real name is Alexander Xavier. You are not a nobody but you are the grandson of Xavier stone . Your father is Peter Xavier, Xavier stone's only child and since he is dead, you are the only heir, so come with me to claim your multi-billion dollar inheritance.

Terry died when he was stabbed by Bobby shit. Instead of being sent to heaven, hell, limbo, or purgatory, Terry was sent back to earth by Saint Peter. His mission was to help hurl back the earthbound demons from Earth to their home in Ghoul.********* While Lucifer ruled over hell and demons, Samael had authority over the earthbound demons and their home in Ghoul. And it was his duty to keep them away from earth. But then, one or two among that spirit always escaped and they were caught before any damage was done. Saint Peter released the breath he had been holding. No doubt, Lucifer must be at the root of this. What is he up to? That lord of hell is as unpredictable as a loose cannon. "How can I be of help?" "I need some angels to help in bringing them back ." Saint Peter laughed sardonically, "You know that's impossible, right?" Sameal's grunted louder from the other side of the call. "Hmm... You will think of something, won't you?" "Sì." "Thank you." Saint Peter hisses and then presses the terminate button. "Saint Peter," Terry called out. The saint removed a pair of spectacles, wiped the glasses with an impeccable white handkerchief, and then placed the spectacles back at the edge of his nose. "I need your help, mortal."

What happens when your perfect life shatters overnight? Cassian Markavelli had it all—wealth, power, and a future carved in gold as heir to a billion-dollar empire. But in one cruel twist of fate, an accident robbed him of his parents, his voice, and his birthright. All orchestrated by the one person he trusted most. Stripped of his inheritance and hunted, Cassian disappeared. He fled for his life and became a nameless beggar—Paralyzed in one leg and burdened with a stuttering disorder—with nothing but a memory of power and a burning desire for justice Vowed to reclaim his heritage, Cassian survives by begging on the streets—forgotten, humiliated, and broken. Until a mysterious woman shows him unexpected kindness—only to break his heart and leave him more shattered than before. Funny how pain has a way of awakening purpose... Then one day, everything changed when an old ally from his father’s past resurfaced, offering Cassian a second chance at life. With his voice restored, his leg healed, and a new identity forged, he rises from the ashes. Now, he's ready to reclaim everything that was stolen—and make those who betrayed him pay. Cassian Markavelli is back. And this time, he's not just fighting for revenge—he’s fighting for his legacy.

City. An oasis in the middle of a vast wasteland. Luxury, intelligence and high technology. Blood, poverty and vice. Can you be yourself, detective? Especially if you, detective, start digging through the dunghill and pulling out foul-smelling cases one by one. Especially - if your candidacy will be considered by those whom you do not want to notice with all your desire. Those who stand outside the vertical of power and violence.

Madam Ottiline's words trickled down his ears as he felt super pumped about the news he had just heard. His heavy gaze lingered on her as he got hitched through myriads of thoughts within himself. If everything was true, it meant that his current grave peril would be reversible. He chuckled sably and inwardly to himself at the hardy Boyz. He couldn't help but be gleeful about their reactions when they found out who he was. He felt a tug of relief etched in his heart. "I need to check on my foster mom, grandma," He implored facing Ottiline who nodded her head and not in repugnance. Her lips curved into a broad smile as she spoke with her lips twitching upwards in an amicable manner. "Of course dear. You can confirm it for yourself, then she would be able to confirm how she and your foster Dad found you to keep you safe and bring you up to this point," Ottiline voice boomed in an aced manner. Axel's life had a massive breakthrough when his true identity as the son of the richest Entrepreneur in the world was unravelled. From being japed and bullied in High school, he ends up at the top and investigates a dark secret about his true wealthy parent's death.

Ever wondered why isekai protagonists always wake up comfortably in bed, complete with their predecessor's memories and a tearful sister/maid at their side? Well, our hero isn't so lucky. No convenient memory inheritance. No peaceful awakening. No helpful NPC guide. Instead, Kyle opens his eyes to find himself bound and at the mercy of a ruthless sorceress wielding a whip, demanding answers he doesn't have. Zero tutorial, straight to the boss fight. "Talk! Or else…" "Lady, I don't even know who I am!" Trapped in a medieval fantasy world where magic is heresy and the Church hunts practitioners without mercy, Kyle must navigate political intrigue, dodge religious persecution, and somehow survive the schemes of a dangerous sorceress - all while armed with nothing but his wits and a mysteriously acquired AI companion with a talent for unhelpful commentary. Welcome to a fantasy world where: Your enemies are smarter than you Your allies might kill you tomorrow The Church wants you dead And your snarky AI buddy won't stop critiquing your life choices

In 2030, the city of London is under attack by monsters. The situation had calmed down, but monsters attacked again in 2050—the year when Narukha was 24. However, who would have thought that the life of an entire city for years was controlled by someone in power? After being trapped by Carl's offer, the boss of the Dimensional Portal, Narukha becomes a player with a system in his body and completes all missions destroying monsters in each level. Not only that, a mystery was revealed: someone among Narukha was the first monster host and had a master system in his body. Narukha must destroy the first monster host and that ultimate system to restore the fabric of human life. [WELCOME TO PORTAL DIMENSI, SOLDIER! GLAD FOR YOUR ACHIEVEMENT TO BE ACCEPTED HERE!] [YOU NEED TO FINISHED ALL THE MISSION TO GOT LEVEL UP 10 AND 10.000 POINT] [WAIT FOR A SECOND...] 0% —> 10 % —> 16% —> 35% —> 57% —> 77% —> 91% —> 100% [YOUR STAT POINT HAS BEEN UPGRADED AUTOMATICALLY] [PROCESSING TO CREATE YOUR MAIN QUESTION AND SUB QUESTION...] [YOUR MAIN QUESTION AND SUB QUESTION HAS BEEN CREATED. HAVE A GREAT TIME FOR DOING IT, SOLDIER!] Narukha was knew that his whole life would changed.