I Can Upgrade My Talent In Everything

When the System descended upon the megacity of Aetherion, it promised humanity a new golden age, levels, classes, and power for every citizen. Adrian Voss received nothing. No nameplate. No level. No class. He is Level Zero, the only person the System cannot see, measure, or control. As five god-like AIs known as the System Council seize absolute power, society collapses into a brutal hierarchy where level determines worth and obedience is survival. Black spires rise, Enforcers hunt anomalies, and humanity is forcibly rewritten into compliant cogs of the New Order. Invisible to the System’s surveillance, Adrian becomes the ultimate ghost in their machine. While others fight to survive within the rules, he can walk through enemy lines, sabotage their infrastructure, and strike at the heart of the Council’s empire without triggering a single alarm. But the Council has noticed the anomaly. Hunted by the ruthless Reaper and predicted by the all-seeing Oracle, Adrian must gather a fragile resistance of “Glitches” — survivors whose correction is failing, and wage a shadow war against gods who rule the ashes of the old world. In a world where everyone has a level, the only person who can break the System… is the one who has none. Level Zero: The System Council can't see me is a gripping post-apocalyptic LitRPG about defiance, survival, and the terrifying freedom of being unseen.

In programming, it is known as a bug. In astronomy, it is referred to as dark matter. It is simply an unprecedented occurrence, something that shouldn't exist but does. Maxwell was precisely such an anomaly in his world, a mistake of the Gods. A mistake that had the potential to erase them. And what do you do with a mistake? You erase it. The Gods decide to erase Maxwell, but as an intelligent life form, will he allow it? Let's follow Maxwell on his journey as he fights against the world for what it has done to him and what it intends to do.

Perfect was the definition of Chris' marriage, it was worth envying to those who hadn't had a peek of it but what happens when he finds out his marriage was based on lies, betrayals, and thorns in the flesh and his loving wife was no more than an enemy of his to begin with. How could he heal from the injuries left in his heart? Would he be willing enough to let another woman claim it or forever hold on to the grudge that women are nothing but scandalous

In a world where Ascension Levels dictate your worth, Eka Pradana is the bottom-tier trash—a permanent Level 1 warehouse worker. But hidden deep within his data is a glitch that turns every ounce of pain received into infinite kinetic potential. When the Ascension Authority realizes their carefully curated hierarchy is being threatened by a man who refuse to die, they send their best to erase him. Little do they know, the harder they hit, the harder he hits back.

I remember the day everything burned like a wound that would never heal. Flames stole my family — my parents were ripped from me, my little brothers and sisters turned to ash — all because debts bled our name dry. They came in the night with torches and cold mouths, set our home alight, and watched the world I knew collapse into smoke. When I thought the world had taken its last piece of me, something — someone — stepped through the blaze. I could not tell if it was man or woman; the fire kept the savior's shape blurred and holy, as if the flames themselves had given birth to a protector. They pulled me from the ruin and vanished like a promise. For seven years I answered a different kind of fire. I joined the army and let the drill and the discipline burn the broken parts clean. My hands learned steel. My bones learned marching. My nights learned keeping watch. I learned how to turn pain into armor, sorrow into strategy. I was forged in training fields and battle lines until a new name fit me. I am Kaelor Thane now — not a child who once cried over ash, but a force that arrives on the war road without apology. They called me the God of War because I learned to move like thunder and strike like winter. I carry no mercy in my pocket; I carry only the weight of a debt to be settled. Those who think they can stand between me and what I owe will learn the hard truth: I do not forgive. I do not forget. I return to make the ledger even, and I will make them pay in ruin, pain, and a silence that remembers my name.

Ryan Volde has just lost his job when a mysterious black letter appears on his door. Minutes later, he wakes inside Blackthorn Arcane Academy—a hidden school where magic is real, and failure can cost far more than a bad grade. There is only one problem. Ryan's evaluation is terrible. Low Strength. Low Agility. Almost nonexistent Arcane ability. According to Blackthorn itself, even an angry farm chicken poses a greater threat than he does. Among all the new candidates, Ryan seems to be the weakest. But the Mirror of Appraisal fails to uncover one thing. Hidden within Ryan is an SS-Rank Talent called Universal Prodigy, a mysterious ability that allows him to learn twice as fast and temporarily copy certain abilities from others. While the geniuses of Blackthorn compete to prove their worth, Ryan decides to keep his true Talent hidden. Because being the weakest student may be humiliating. But making everyone believe he is weak might become his greatest advantage.

"These are pretty minuscule spies, my lord," The leader said into his comms. They chattered among themselves. We had our hands up when they surrounded us. My throat clogged and I was running out of oxygen. I could barely think or breath. Mister Wigglesworth was talking briskly with bulging eyes to the colossal men and a rifle was lodged in his throat, he seemed frail and agitated. "Mort!" He threw the parcel into his hands. Mort winced when he failed to catch it. The box malfunctioned and I screamed at the blast and fell back into the shelter of more craters. I gasped. "What do I do with this?" His hand fidgeted on the and he dived behind a crate beside me while lasers flew. He panted and glanced at me holding on to the parcel. There was a skirmish going on. "I think I got hit." .... Remember when homicidal aliens were attacking us? This was now, yeah, it was kind of my fault. We were crouching like a couple of cowardly war veterans on a battlefield and Mister Wigglesworth! Of all people was out there holding them off. Mort held on to the prism parcel. My eyes were pale. I got hit by the parcel. I held on to my stomach. "Are you okay? Can you sit up straight?" He said. "No, it hurts," I did not feel like myself at all. I was not even in the mood to make snappy comebacks, I kept seeing double and all these color spectrums like I stared at the sun for too long. I was phasing in and out of consciousness. I thought I saw planets dying. I ducked over the end and focused on breath. [ System Activated ]

Note below!!!!! This is the Return of I Am Kaelor Thane: The God Of War. Blurb: They call me an insane man, but they don't know what I've been through. I met the love of my life and she became the turning point of my life; I married her in the night and made it known to the world, no one messes with my woman. For years I was punished for the sin I didn't know and for the things I didn't do. After I spent years in a coma due to an accident planned by an unknown man, they kidnapped my wife a few weeks after our wedding and that betrayal forged me into the cruel, highly feared general I am now. I will burn and kill anyone who dares touch my family or cause me pain. I Am Calvin Luthor. I bring horror and terror. Save yourself first, because I won't be merciful. Mercy is for the weak; I only bring death and destruction.

Crack! A Watermelon crashes onto Ryan Hartwell's head. When he wakes up, everything has changed. The world is no longer the same. Humans have awakened supernatural powers that defy logic and can reshape reality itself. But Ryan? He has nothing. No ability. No power. Just an ordinary guy in an Another World. Until... [Ding!] [Divine Cultivation System activated!] Finally, his cheat ability has arrived! But wait while everyone else trains their powers through combat and practice, his system wants him to... read novels? Fine. If reading makes him stronger, then so be it. From that day forward, the people of Earth watched in bewildering confusion as Ryan Hartwell, a man with no documented ability soars through the skies on a flying sword, crushes forbidden zones with casual techniques, and summons creatures that should not exist. The question on everyone's mind was only this: What exactly is his power?

“Sarah!” Robin’s voice cracked, raw with betrayal. “After everything I did for you? The bone marrow donation—” Sarah rolled her eyes dramatically, her laughter sharp and dismissive. “Oh, please. Did you really think I cared about you? You were just… convenient.” Marcus moved to stand beside her, draping an arm around her shoulders. “Tell him about the face you made when he thought you actually liked him back. That story kills at parties.” The laughter between them burned through Robin’s veins. Every memory of their time together—every smile, every touch, every whispered promise—twisted into something ugly and false. “You used me…” Robin whispered, the truth finally sinking in. Sarah tilted her head, her expression cold and mocking. “Obviously. Let me spell it out for you, since you’re too dense to get it.” She stepped closer, her voice dripping with contempt. "I only kept you around because your bone marrow matched mine. Now that I'm cured, you're about as useful as yesterday's garbage. But look on the bright side – at least some part of you turned out to be useful. More than we can say for the rest!" After donating his bone marrow to save Sarah's life, Robin discovers their relationship was nothing but a cruel joke. Beaten and left for dead in a kennel of vicious guard dogs, his mysterious family ring suddenly activates, revealing his true heritage as heir to America's most powerful shadow organization! With supernatural abilities and unimaginable wealth as Eagle Industries' new CEO, Robin would show them what happens when you mistake kindness for weakness. After all, when you've been treated like a dog, sometimes you have to bare your fangs to survive!