How To Raise Your Regressor

“I’m major Kaelen, I live in this forest before you, this is my kingdom, and I will take you all down one after the other. Look closely at the ground beneath your boots, soldiers. That soil is already hungry. You arrived here thinking you were an army. You are just meat walking into a larder. You do not command this space; the shadows command you, and I am the hand that guides them. I will not fight your formations. I will bleed you drop by drop. Your patrols will disappear without a whisper. Your sentries will wake up finding the razor edge of my knife where their breath used to be. Go ahead, try to advance. You will find that retreat is impossible, surrender is irrelevant, and the only mercy you will receive is the speed of my strike. You will die lost, you will die afraid, and you will die remembering the sound of my name echoing through the impenetrable darkness. This is not a war you are fighting. This is an execution you insisted upon.”

“lin, by marrying into my family, you’re living a matrilocal life. Not only do you have to abide by the Three Obediences and Four Virtues, you also have to cut connections with your family!” “That’s your own sister, so why should we spend our money to save her?” “Hmph, are you saying that it concerns a human life? What is your sister’s life worth? The Walters are a worthless family. Otherwise, why did you choose to be a live-in son-in-law here?” While Lin Walter rushing to the hospital, the mocking voices from Alima Bekerly his wife’s, family kept echoing in his ears as he was recalling them from memory…

Have you ever felt that someone is controlling your fate? Have you ever thought if the memories you have are your own or someone else’s? Have you thought if you are alive or if this life is just someone else’s dream and you are living in a dream? Have you ever thought if you are just part of a book that is written by someone else?

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.

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.

[🥉 #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."

“Don't be absurd, Drake. You have nowhere to go,” Lydia said, her face red and sweaty with rage. “You'll literally starve to death on the streets. You have no family, no properties under your name,” She paused, allowing the words to sink in as if it fanned her ego for a moment. “Without me, you're nothing!" Her words were meant to hurt, but Drake shook off the feeling and looked at her. “Then let me be nothing. Just not yours,” The smug grin disappeared from her face and she hissed at him. “Is there a bitch in the picture? How long have you been plotting this with her? And you dare accuse me of cheating when you've been doing exactly the same thing?!” Lydia's hysterical yell followed him. “If you walk out this door today, don’t even think about coming back! You’ll regret it!” ****** For four years, Drake remained in a loveless marriage playing laundry boy and servant to both his wife and mother-in-law. He orchestrated Lydia's success with his own hands and helped her build her company in secret, but just when she was at her peak, she cheated! After divorce, Drake transforms from a useless scum into an incredible self-made CEO. Now everyone who crosses him will regret it!

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!"

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.