How To Raise Your Regressor

Max stepped forward, his heart racing as he searched the man’s face, looking for some resemblance, some hint of familiarity. “Who… who are you?” he managed to ask, his voice barely above a whisper. The man studied him for a moment before responding, his voice thick with emotion. “I am Reginald Reid, your grandfather.” The words hit Max like a thunderbolt. “Grandfather?” he echoed, his mind racing. He had never imagined he had a family, much less one of such prominence. Reginald nodded, his gaze filled with a mixture of pride and regret. “Yes, Max. You are my grandson, and the last direct heir of the Reid family.” Max stepped forward, his heart racing as he searched the man’s face, looking for some resemblance, some hint of familiarity. “Who… who are you?” he managed to ask, his voice barely above a whisper. The man studied him for a moment before responding, his voice thick with emotion. “I am Reginald Reid, your grandfather.” The words hit Max like a thunderbolt. “Grandfather?” he echoed, his mind racing. He had never imagined he had a family, much less one of such prominence. Reginald nodded, his gaze filled with a mixture of pride and regret. “Yes, Max. You are my grandson, and the last direct heir of the Reid family.” Max’s mind swirled with confusion. “But… why didn’t I know? Why didn’t anyone tell me?” A flicker of pain crossed Reginald’s face. “There were… complicated reasons. When your parents passed away under tragic circumstances, it was decided that you should be raised away from the family, for your own safety. It was not an easy choice, but it was necessary.” Max’s heart twisted at the mention of his parents. He’d spent his end of the year

Betrayed by the one person he loves the most and battered to the brink of death– he was left to gasp at the face of death, slowly counting his time till his consciousness faded. In that dreaded moment all that Aiden could think of was getting back at those who put him in this place. His desire for vengeance and power soared through every muscles of his– that desire awakened in him an answer. [Do you want to avenge yourself] [Do you seek to stand on top of the world with fame, riches and glory] [Do you want to make your enemies tremble at the sight of your might] [You have activated The Vengeance System] [Host is 99.99% compatible with 'The Vengeance Systsm'] With a new variable, follow Aiden on his path from rags to riches and his bloody revenge against his foes...

March 16, 2020 8 pm when the Philippine government implemented the nationwide lockdown to stop the spread of COVID-19. But ten years later, the planet earth became dominated by the dead and the living became the strangers in their own planet. The last laboratory still functioning in the world sent out a message that they finally found the cure to stop the spread of the virus. Problem is, how will the survivors reach the laboratory's location? How can they save humanity if they have to fight their way through dead walkers that will tear them into pieces when given the chance? Is there any hope left for humanity?

The system gave you ten thousand points to define your worth. Davan Creel has zero. In a world where an invisible soul-tattoo dictates your legal rights and evolutionary power, Davan is branded a subhuman anomaly and sold into the brutal slave mines. But zero doesn't mean empty—it means unranked. When Davan strikes back against an abusive overseer, he triggers a terrifying glitch in the divine code. He can't level up, but any ranked fighter he touches has their power permanently subtracted from their soul, leaving them as shivering, powerless mortals. Masked behind an iron brawling sleeve in the illegal fighting rings, Davan begins an explosive climb by dragging the arrogant elite down to his level. The global leaderboard is updating with a dangerous negative variable, and the ruling Iron Court is hunting him down—unaware that Davan is a living kill-switch about to uninstall the throne.

“You never give me anything I want and the least you could do is disgracing me up and down even after trying to bath you rich, Ethan you always manage to shout it out to the whole world how pathetic and useless you have always been” Gracie blurted out her pent up emotions. She really didn’t think she can take this anymore, how could he not for once disgrace her publicly? “Gra…cie” He called slowly, looking her right in the eyes.

Power is always associated with trouble. Sometimes it is great enough to save us from trouble, sometimes it isn't. Sometimes it is so great that trouble can't get close and sometimes its greatness is the reason why trouble comes. Sometimes it's not about how you use it, sometimes it's about the power itself. The mere existence of a certain power could stir up fear, awe, hatred and envy depending on who percieved it and how they do. join me in this multi generational tale as we explore the lives of the different lords of chaos. Let’s walk with them in their trials and let their story touch our hearts.

Ken Buckle had once faced a hundred enemies alone, single-handedly elevating his Nation to the pinnacle of the world. But just as Ken Buckle was hailed as the unparalleled war god, the world assumed he would ascend to the peak of Laiming Nation, standing on the world stage. Then came a shocking piece of news. Ken Buckle, the illustrious war god of Laiming Nation, retired, he turned into an ordinary security guard and became the son-in-law of the richest man. People bullied him and humiliated him. See how he slaps people in the face with force and status. Since this is the empire I founded, let's see how I stir it up!

“You're so weak, it's disgusting…pathetic, loser…you're a disgrace to the gods.” Stigma, rejection, scorn…he wears it like a cloak. Neglected and ostracized for being weak and cursed, he becomes the Outcast. Boom!!! Tragedy struck! His weakness makes him only thing he had left. On the verge of death, he undergoes a transformation. He revives, with the one thing he's longed for the most. POWER!! How does this cannon event spur him? Does he take back what's rightfully his? How would this revenge story play out?!

A young adult from the twenty-first century passes out in his room from tiredness. He never considered that it was his last moment. Thankfully, just before he passed away, he grinned at how miserable he was and muttered to himself, "If the god of passion were watching me, please fulfill my wish." His wish was granted by the goddess of passion, who was pleased by how filthy and miserable he was upon hearing it. Sadly, he was reincarnated in a world that was different from what he had anticipated. Note: If the view count reach 100 plus, I'll mass release 5 chapters.

Light shades on the irresistible Liam, a once intimidated and trampled young man. A student of the Opulent University. Pandemonium and fear becomes his second identity as his biggest nightmare "Marcon" sees him not only as a robot to be controlled, but as a puppet for his pleasure. Liam is Subdued to Molestation and humiliation. A day comes that the incessant fatal blows unleashed on him becomes his end. But just as he his soul walks out of its fragile shell, the amulet is soaked. What secret does the amulet hold? How did it add to his awakening? How would Liam face his new Fated world?