I Am Harry Potter

My name is Peter, and I used to believe the Alliance’s propaganda. I wore their armor, commanded their elite Vanguard, and bled for a peace built on lies. Then, they ordered me to wipe out an entire colony of "discards" innocents whose only crime was resisting corporate rule. I refused. So they branded me a traitor, slaughtered my squad, and left me for dead in the freezing vacuum of deep space. But I didn't die. Now, I’m putting the armor back on. Not for glory, and not for the Alliance. I’ve hijacked their flagship prototype, rallied a crew of desperate rebels, and turned their own weapons against them. They think they can hunt me down, but they forgot one thing: they engineered me to be their ultimate weapon. They wanted a war. I'm going to give them an empire's execution.

Other people don't know about me, and I don't even know who I am. Before, everything was so unfair, and I only got miserable things. When my father showed up, he told me everything. I was a rich man! Even very rich!

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!

Book 2 of the Dragon Lord Series. (Can be read as standalones, but better yet read the first book so you can have a better understanding of the book’s storyline) Everything was taken away from me, my wife, my son, the few people I care about were all stripped away from my grip. I lost them all. I lost everything, my world was turned upside down. Yet my enemies lived, they doubled and craved nothing more than my downfall, my permanent demise. However, I promise to rise once again and regain my strength, assert my dominion and make them all pay. I will take and have back everything that I have lost. My name is Avon Barksdale. They’re going to come back for me, to usurp my dominance, and to cease the existence of my loved ones. I don’t plan on just giving them a hard time, I intend to give them their hardest time. Because, I’m going to protect what is mine, and mop the ground with those that seek to harm them.

Having a crazy continuous dream like a drama series during my childhood, I realize I’m in the body of a character named Airis Absalom, daughter of the Absalom duchy. She happens to be an introvert, respectful and beautiful lady, but she died a miserable death, killed by the heartless mad future emperor, Aiden Alexander Ambrose. Not only her death, but also Ardiane empire’s total downfall. In order for me to not meet the same end and prevent the disaster I’ve seen, I made a deal with the hero, Azher Alexander Ambrose, the 4th prince. I promised to make him the next emperor in return for him to sponsor my world travel – trying to find a way to return. Living in this dream-reality, will I be able to return and succeed in saving Ardiane?

Three months to live. Zero mana. One desperate lie. **That's how I became the most wanted man in Neo-Tokyo.** I told an assassin my body was "overflowing with Yang Energy." She blushed instead of shooting. I told an S-Rank Hunter her sword technique was "stiff because she's sexually repressed." She destroyed a mountain and swore eternal loyalty. I told a Succubus Queen I was "too powerful to be charmed." She became my maid. Now the is forcing me to maintain this ridiculous persona: **EXTERNAL:** "Kneel. You're not worthy of my touch." **INTERNAL:** *Oh god, if she squeezes my hand she'll break my wrist.* Every woman who desires me generates Desire Points. Lose their faith? I die. The Detective thinks I'm a criminal mastermind. The Heiress thinks I'm a caged god. My Disciple thinks my trembling is "restrained divine power." **They're all wrong. I'm just a dying scammer who weaponized charisma.** But here's the twist: The more they believe the lie... the more real it becomes. **[Warning: Contains Comedy, Face-Slapping, Steamy Mana Transfer, and a Protagonist Who Refuses to Break Character Even When Terrified]**

[What was your sin?] "I tried saving them." [What would you gain from doing that?] "I just wanted to remove this scar." [But that scar was never gained from not saving them.] "I know. I just wanted to see if it worked or not." [And the result was?] "The one I saved killed me." The discussion between Desire and Delight took place as he sipped the tea. [What will you do now?] "The stage has been set, and the doors will be opening soon. I also need to do my part." [And what was your part?] "One Last Chance." The room was in silence as Delight looked at Desire and asked, [A sinner or a saint?] "Depends on the way of the viewer."

“With calmness, I walk the silent path in a world noisy with ambition. With calmness, I hold my sword—not to kill, but to protect. With calmness, I face the rulers of power without harboring hatred and resentment. With calmness, I walk through trials, wounds, and loss, without losing my way. With calmness, I write my tale in the martial world—a tale of a young swordsman who finds strength on the silent path—The Silent Path of the Swordsman.”

“I thought you were the bad guy when we first met you. I thought I would never be able to love a man who has so much blood on his hands. Now the tables have turned and you are the man I wish to be with you every single second of every single day and I feel safe around you. I want to open up my heart and let you in. I want to be yours and you, mine forever. " Sapphire was taken forcefully by Draco, a young mafia lord. Their relationship at first was at an edge as Sapphire hated him for taking her against her wish but he loved her at first sight. But as they say, there's always a light at the end of the tunnel. Soon their once rocky relationship blossomed into an unbreakable bond. Draco having led a tragic path has to face and fight his past before he can live a happy life.

She slipped off the engagement ring, her voice cold. “You’ll never be the man I need,” she said, walking out and leaving me broken. Years later, as I stood successful and untouchable, she begged for my help. My heart ached, but I turned away. “You made your choice,” I whispered.