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Lee Sung is an orphan without a home or family, at the age of 5 he learned to kill and steal and grew up in a slum where aggression is common. But since that day it's not the same. Author : hey, i'm Celina i write this story because i love reading and write, this my third story so please help so this become decent. Thanks for Reading <3

You know exactly what I mean," she blurts, her voice filled with frustration. "I know you wanted a life of wealth, far from the wretched one you live and I wanted to offer you that if you had just taken my offer and back out" She spat. He feels a surge of anger rising within him, fueled by her accusations. "Shut up!" He snapped, his voice laced with bitterness. Yet he hurriedly forced a thin lipped smile. "You know Exactly what I'm saying is right.," she retorts, her orbs blazing with a mix of anger and disgust. "I will never be able to love you, Ares! You are undeserving of me! I deserve way much better than your crap!" she seethes with venom, her words laced with anger and disdain. He can't help but chuckle, unable to contain his amusement. "And you think I'd settle for a brat like you? You will never be enough for me," he retorted, his voice dripping with sarcasm. ••• Ares, wrongly imprisoned for 3 years, seeks justice after being framed by a rich kid. A mysterious old man in jail teaches him martial arts and medicine. On release, Ares finds his mother blind and his father dead due to the rich kid's revenge. Ares vows to seek retribution.

I was abandoned, humiliated, and looked down on. But after gaining the system, I’ll make everyone bow before me, no matter how impossible the system’s quests are.

"Ma, Samson promises. Samson is going to repent; I won’t be a thug anymore. I'm going to find a real, honest job. So please, Ma, don't come back to haunt me, okay?" Samson knelt, tears streaming down his face, though his expression still looked like someone ready to pick a fight with the Angel of Death. Bejo held out an umbrella. "Boss, it’s almost sunset. We need to go collect the 'protection money' from the cafe owner," he said. "Hey, Bejo! I just promised Ma that I’ve repented. You little devil! Do you want my mother to rise from her grave because of what you just said, huh?!" Samson stood up. His towering height, nearly two meters, made Bejo instinctively jump back three steps. "But Boss, our stomachs aren't exactly followers of the repentance movement," Bejo squeaked, trembling. Samson wiped his fierce face. "From this second on, call me Samson the Protector. I’m going to find honest work. Anything! As long as I'm not shaking people down anymore." A wealthy woman looked Samson up and down, scrutinizing him. "Your body is quite large. It just so happens I need a new guard dog. I just fired the old one because he was afraid of cockroaches." Samson was ready to explode. "Hey, lady! You think I—" "Fifty million a month. Meals are provided, and you get an Italian suit for a uniform. Interested?" the woman interrupted, handing him a gold-plated business card. Samson fell silent. He then whispered under his breath, "Ma, this is honest work, right? Just being a guard dog for a billionaire."

Everyone assumed that I, Arrison Leon, came from a poor background and was attempting to go up the social scale by associating with influential and wealthy people. They had no idea that I was the true Heir of a Prestigious Family!

'I didn't kill him' I whispered my camera shaking in my hands while I looked at the blood on the marble floor. 'I know' the man in shadows whispered, his voice like velvet on rough ground. 'But the world believes that I did and you are the only one to attest to my innocence'. Elara Vance is a forensic photographer of the wealthy; a woman who sees the truth through a camera lens, and Silas Vane is the heir to a bankrupt empire who lives off the carrion of his enemies (known as the 'Vulture'), but when Elara catches him in the act of a murder she isn't supposed to witness he proposes a deal: either become his bride and his 'Glass Alibi' or she is the next body he will require her to photograph. In a world of predators can the man keeping her prisoner actually be her executioner...or her salvation.

‎My wife died on a Tuesday. ‎ ‎By Friday, her family had sold my daughter. Not for money. For bloodline. Because I gave them a girl, and they wanted a son. ‎ ‎They took her. Changed her name.Then they called me nothing. Tarnished my name. ‎ ‎I lost my job. My home. My reputation. They made sure every door in the city slammed in my face. ‎ ‎So I went where the doors don't exist. ‎ ‎Underground. Illegal. A fighting ring where men die for cash and the winners earn something richer than money: fear. ‎ ‎One fight became ten. Ten became forty. My face is broken. My hands are scarred. But my daughter still calls another man "Dad." ‎ ‎That ends now. ‎ ‎They think I'm scum beneath their shoes. ‎ ‎I'm about to become the most ruthless man this city has ever seen. ‎ ‎

The sound of the wind was clear, it was a lucid reality. I keep on walking, I have no choice. Succumbing to my fate? Who knows. Despite the sound of death and the breeze of love, I abandon it all, therefore I embrace the emptiness. Withering with time and stuck in the pathway of it all. Fated to be a young master, doomed as a commoner. The sky fell to the ground but despite all of that he is bound to realize that everyone is equal in face of heaven and earth, in face of him including everyone. Journey of a mortal to an indescribable change, an indefinite trace of the trail of the chaos itself. The absolute chaotic neutrality. He shall be the fiend himself, and the saint himself in the gist of his situations.

An Introverted but brilliant person was forced to play a game he hates as a school project And when I say hate I mean Hate to the extent he cursed the game and its developers But the gods must hate him as he wakes up in a world he only saw through a screen He must survive and strive in this world of ancient powers And just before I forget "Your Majesty should I prepare the hall for the Grand Sect meeting in the afternoon" "........" "As is it you that is hosting it would be best to give them the lotus hall as a sign of good relation" "........" "Sect Leader...." "is there something not to your liking" "Sect Leader Sih.. " A SECT LEADER!!!

At seven, my father returned with his mistress and my half-brother, who was only a few weeks older than me. Under my mother's grief-stricken and despairing eyes, my father ruthlessly kicked us out. I always knew that my father wanted a supernaturally awakened and talented heir, however, I didn't fit the bill because I couldn't awaken any special talents and didn't show outstanding academic abilities. Moreover, my uncles and aunts were eyeing my father's position, eager to overthrow him and take his place. Competitors also harbored ill intentions towards our family, watching my father like a hawk. In this treacherous situation, my father rekindled his relationship with his mistress, the second daughter of a noble family from the Royal City. Finally, my father no longer concealed his pre-marital affair. After making it public, he brought his mistress and her talented son back home to replace my mother and me. To survive, my mother had no choice but to take me into hiding, changing our identities and fleeing to a remote town to escape their grasp and settle down. What my father didn't know was that I didn't lack talent; my talent was simply too strong, requiring an immense amount of energy to awaken, energy that my weak seven-year-old self couldn't handle. Eleven years later, I had grown up and finally awakened my superlative talent, becoming a renowned genius in the remote town. I never thought about going back to confront my father or seeking revenge on his mistress because they weren't worth my mother's and my time! My mother and I are doing well now. I believe with my talent and effort, our lives will only get better. However, I overestimated the goodness in people, and underestimated their malice!