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They called me the Scourge of the Seven Realms. The Black Emperor. The man who'd conquered half the world before his thirtieth birthday. None of those titles mattered now, as I lay dying on the blood-soaked marble of my throne room. "Any last words, Damien?" High Priestess Celeste stood over me, her blade — my own sword, stolen during the battle — still dripping with my blood. Behind her, the leaders of the rebellion watched with hungry eyes, eager to see the tyrant fall. I wanted to laugh. After everything I'd done, all the kingdoms I'd conquered, all the battles I'd won, I was being killed by the woman I'd once loved. The woman I'd trusted above all others. "You won't win," I managed, blood bubbling from my lips. "The demons... they'll come regardless. You've doomed everyone." "Better the demons than you," she spat. The irony was bitter. I'd conquered the world to unite it, to prepare for the demonic invasion my visions had shown me. But fear and propaganda had turned me into a monster in their eyes. They couldn't see that everything I'd done was to save them. "So be it," I whispered. "May you live long enough to see your mistake." Celeste raised the blade for the final strike. "Goodbye, Damien." The sword fell. Darkness swallowed me. And then...

I looked Human. There was no difference between me and some random person passing by at a glance. But I would never dare to go into a city or even close for that matter. I don't want the blood detectors to ring and bring my life to a tragic end after all. I had believed that life to continue, of hiding from the masses in fear of my blood being detected as one of the filthy, but my life lived in fear changed as I looked up at the screen that suddenly popped up in front of me. I realized why the filthy are hunted. And became the filthiest for my wifey and little sister.

I thought all the good fortune had finally come to me. The people I thought were my saviors turned out to be imposters. My life was miserable and full of ugliness until a servant came to me and told me who I really was. Covenglory, a surname that could frighten others, and I used that name to make them feel what I felt before.

I learned early that if you’re born at the bottom, the world doesn’t hate you. It just doesn’t see you. I wasn’t mistreated. I was useful. A donor. A background presence. The kind of person wealthy families keep around until they don’t need him anymore. I got good at being invisible. Then someone pointed a gun at my chest. And Seraphina Knowles, the most powerful woman in the city said, “Apologize to him.” Men who wouldn’t have remembered my name minutes earlier dropped to their knees. It should’ve felt like victory. It didn’t. Because power doesn’t erase what you were. It tests what you’ll become. Behind closed doors, I’m the Chairman of Prism Dragon Group. I could end careers with a signature. Crush bloodlines with paperwork. But I don’t move in anger. I watch. And when I start watching, I find something rotting inside my own empire money disappearing too carefully to be a mistake. Betrayal hiding behind polished smiles. This stops being about humiliation. It becomes war. Bennett Sterling inherited power but never discipline. He mistakes noise for strength. I let him believe that. Men who panic expose themselves. Now arrests are being made. Empires are trembling. And the boardroom is about to learn who truly holds authority. I won’t smile. This was never about proving them wrong. It was about making sure no one will ever decide my worth again.

Blurb She believed the lies. Her mother made sure of it. One moment, I was her husband. The next, I was a monster in her eyes — a poor man accused of hurting the woman I loved. They threw pictures in my face, forged proof, and handed me divorce papers. And she, Sally, stood there in silence. Not a word. Not a tear. That was the day I died — and a king was born. Years later, I returned richer, colder, and untouchable. The world now bows to my name. But my revenge is just beginning… until Yvonne Wells, a scandal-tarnished model, storms into my life. She was supposed to be my contract girlfriend — a shield against the chaos. I never meant to drag her into my storm, but she became the only light that could calm it. Now, the same family that destroyed me is crawling back, desperate to rewrite the past. But I’m not that broken man anymore. I’m the king they abandoned — and this time, I give no mercy.

What do you do when no one around you can be trusted? When the world turns its back on you? Can you fight them all—and win? I tried. And now… here I am. With two names. Weird, right? Ironic, even. But that’s my reality. Don’t ask how I got my name. You’ll find out soon enough. For now, just know this: I’m Gensei Haruto. The only human without a core. In a world where power defines your worth, I have nothing. No family. No hope. Not that hope matters—hope is a disease. But there's one thing I will protect, no matter what it takes. Even if it kills me. Even if I lose everything. I will grow stronger. No matter the cost.

As he considered the attack on Atlantis City, Drake's face darkened for a moment, but he shook his head to clear his mind and looked the king in the eye.I can only say that I was going about my business in the city from which I came when it was suddenly bombed.I was, as far as I could tell, the only one who made it through that.After that, I fell down a shaft, struck my head as I fell, and eventually fell asleep.Next thing I knew, I was here in chains.I'd rather keep things that way;I really do not want to discuss my past right now.Everything just went missing. The observers debated what they had heard as more murmurs and hisses filled the grotto. "I'm expecting that by 'bombarded' you imply that your city was gone after, right?"The crowd's murmuring was stopped when the king asked. Shortly after, Drake replied, "Completely leveled."Bastian tapped the high position arm with a claw a couple of times as he suspected peacefully.After that, he stood up straight and spoke loudly enough for everyone to hear. Bastian stated, "I would easily be able to say you’re not guilty of anything" if this decision were simpler to make.While the crowd erupted into a hystearical commotion, Andromon and Prismo shared a brief glance, displaying a hint of surprise.However, "I'm afraid I can't just let you off the hook, after your involvement with the actual thief's escape," he continued, immediately silencing the grotto.

The world we live in is no longer just earth but merged with a game world. I managed to save it from a complete collision and anilation of our world. But, at what price? Now I must seal myself away in the void. Wanna know how it got to this, well, I'll send my diary to you. Read it and you will understand how I became the tool that nearly ruined earth but also saved it. Bye. I'll be going in now.

A strange explosion in the middle of a park granted me with a bold new power- THE ABILITY TO SUMMON A MECHA TO FIGHT WITH! But that's not all, because the first time I equipped my mecha I felt a strange connection spring into being and now... the bigger I make my harem, the stronger I make my mecha!

He did not care if the prayer stole precious seconds from the timer. Between speaking to God and the damnation the system promised at zero, there was no question which came first. “Dear Lord,” he murmured, “Ye who see all hearts and weigh all sins… hear me now as I stand at the threshold of damnation. What I am about to do is cruel and unforgiving. A stain no river may wash from my hands. Yet, if this evil must be borne so that greater horrors may perish, let that burden fall upon me. “I know the gates of Hell stand open before my feet, and should this act be the step that leads me through them… so be it. Let history curse my name—if by my damnation, others are spared. “But Lord…” he continued quietly, “when the trumpets sound in the final days, when the dead rise and judgment cometh upon all souls, I ask only this of You: do not forget that I once wept for what I became. Do not forget that I hated the necessity of my hands. Don't forget that though I walked willingly into darkness, I did so that others may remain in the light. And if mercy exists even for the damned… then let me be counted among those shown pity. “For the sins I commit in Your name, for the evil I embrace in pursuit of a righteous end, and for the soul I surrender this night… I beg Your forgiveness.” He lifted his gaze and fixed Vir Ossium a death stare. “... Amen.” —————————————— Kael was just an ordinary guy—until the night he died. But instead of staying dead, he is thrown into a brutal death game. The rule is simple: Be the last Kamen Rider standing... by any means necessary.