I Cultivate Passively

Born into the most prestigious clan of sword masters, I was destined to become a legend. My father believed I would be his prodigy, training me relentlessly to awaken my Hakana — the power that defines a true master. My family had high expectations. My friends believed I would be the next mighty warrior. But everything shattered when my father was betrayed — murdered by his closest friend, who stole the power meant to be mine. Stripped of my birthright, cast aside as a nobody, I must now claw my way back from nothing. I will challenge the strongest masters, slay the demons in my path, and reclaim the power that was stolen from me. But as blood stains my hands and the darkness creeps into my soul, I must ask myself: Will I rise as the hero I was born to be? Or will I fall... and become the Demon Slayer I was never meant to be?

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...

My name is Zane, and I am just a poor boy from the Mainland slums. To keep my little sister, Kemi, alive, I trusted the richest magic guild in the city. I thought they were going to cure her sickness. Instead, they used me. They strapped my sister to a machine to tear a legendary power source called the Calamity Core straight out of her chest. When I tried to save her, they broke my bones and left me to die on a freezing hospital floor. But I didn't die. A blue digital screen popped up in front of my eyes, granting me a forbidden power: sovereign necromancy. Now, every monster I kill and every corrupt billionaire I crush must stand up and join my shadow army. The rich think they own this city behind their high concrete walls. But I am coming for them with an army of the dead, and I will make every single elite bleed for what they did to my family.

Deep in my heart I yearned to be a player in tales of adventure, but I have buried this selfish desire with the obligation I have put upon myself to my fellow man. So, I decided to dedicate my time, my effort, my LIFE to my work in the hopes that I would be of help to my fellow man. But in a twist of fate the people I wished to help have turned on me. This left me broken with a hole in my mind and heart, but my resolve would not waver. Like every failure from before, I began to pick up the shattered pieces of myself and attempted to put myself back together, but suddenly I am reminded of what I truly wanted. ADVENTURE. To see the world and experience all that I could. Be it through fear, cold, or even nightmarish hardships. I WILL HAVE AN ADVENTURE. These 5 words rang out in my subconscious and with-it fate had turned, and I now find myself in an unknown place, my memories fractured, and my body changed? "WHERE THE HELL AM I?!" Now in an unknown world and with very few memories. Our protagonist will venture forth to find himself. The time it will take, what will occur, and even how will he be changed are all questions that run behind every tale. But interestingly, other tales run in parallel with him. They will cross paths and sparks will fly as numerous as the stars.

System! I always dreamed to have a system, to get out of my boring and shitty life. Surprisingly the day of my birthday I got one, but I was not the only one, the whole world received a system, and the people who were born in the 3rd day of September got a gift pack, and I was one of them. But the shocking thing is that we got a system notification that the earth will be invaded by another dimension in two weeks time and everyone should prepare for it. ------ Author's note ------ Hi everyone, I want to warn you about this novel there will be a lot of mistakes, English is not my native language (I am only using Google Translate), and I am not a professional writer. I am just an amateur of novels and want to put my idea to life. Please if you see a mistake kindly tell it to me in a comment and I will correct it. Thanks for your understanding.

'Waah......waaah' My baby was crying tremendously and here I was thinking what was happening there. "It's ok child .Everything is going to be alright, The bitter seeds that I have sowed .I would not let you cut them in my instead ,that's my promise to you" Suddenly the horse slipped and I fell to the ground with my child intact. I mumble to myself "Is this what we call karma but still I must protect you .I Immediately left the horse and tearing the magic scroll .I whispered 'The Catholic Temple' "Bring that child to me," said Patricia, the Highest priest in rank. As he holds my child with care in both hands a question arises in his mind "What name do you like to give him? He is your son. It's wise if you give him a name." . I took a last glimpse afterwards,I turned my back against him before murmuring with an uneven heart."I always desire to call him Ryaniar ." I have been running Goddess. I have been running a lot from my destiny till my sister to the handmaiden. Everybody has been sacrificed against my bad fortune .It even did not let the white witch unstained. So how come I dared to fantasise a future that's very bricks was served by uncountable baits. If you are reading this letter then . At least I can entrust his safety to you. Please save my child in this life. Your deceased Isabella Facebook: https://m.facebook.com/ Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/mint_malimilkain10001/

This is a story of betrayal, revenge and most of all, mystery. For the longest time, all I've ever known was... Darkness. I was born and brought up in a family of royals, in a world of thorns and scorn, hate and greed, lies and betrayal, selfishness and parasitism. It wasn't easy surviving on my own but I found my way, in the shadows where I belonged. Many would envy and seek out my lifestyle because it appeared luxurious, and glorious even but it really wasn't. I was trapped in a neverending fight for control and most of all, my life only to see my death encroach slowly, to the point I started having nightmares about it. I was even abandoned by my own father. Well... It didn't matter. Because at the end of the day, I survive in between the light and darkness. I survive... In the shadows.

BLURB/DESCRIPTION I never asked to be born a mistake. My whole life, I was the kid nobody wanted—the one they whispered about, the one they shoved into corners and hoped would disappear. My father pretended I didn't exist. My stepmother made sure I knew I was trash. My half-siblings treated me like a servant in my own home. And then there was Emma—my girlfriend, or so I thought. Until I came back from a trip to find her wearing my half-brother's ring. They threw me out with nothing. No money. No home. No future. But then my phone buzzed. One message. One number I'd never seen before. And suddenly, ten billion dollars appeared in my account. Turns out, I'm not nobody. I'm the grandson of Richard Blackwell—the richest man in the world. The man I never knew existed. The man who just made me his only heir. Now I have the power. The money. The name. And everyone who ever looked down on me? They're about to find out what happens when the boy they called worthless becomes the man they can't touch.

"I didn't do it Jones, I didn't kill the attorney general." He said with a broken heart. "I believed you before and I still do. I will get you out of here." "I promise to make them pay for everything!!" Gene Jones had to deploy a plan to break his brother out of prison after being convinced that he was innocent of the assassination he was scheduled to die for. But things took a bad turn, making him the most wanted man. How long can he hold when lies and betrayal were lurked beneath?

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.