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In his final moments, he was given a chance to be back in the past by sacrificing his system. Clark promised himself that he would not let fate decide his future. … “Hey stop right there! Who are you? If you don’t have an appointment then you may leave” “Tell your master that I want to meet him” “Wait, Mister, Who are you?” “I am… Clark Montediore” His eyes glowed in the radiance of an amber. The mark of the Montediore. And that is how the missing child of Montediore came back. For his parents? For the love that he had for his family? For power? Of perhaps status? No, it is for something much more important than that.

Have you heard about Sabastian Westchester? No? Well, let me tell you about him. He was always seen as a poor man who had to endure the hardships of a demanding relationship and societal prejudices. But unbeknownst to those around him, he harbored a hidden secret that would change his life forever. Join me as I tell you the tale of Sabastian Westchester, a humble diner worker who became a powerful billionaire, and witness the transformation that comes with self-discovery.

The same robotic voice continues, "I repeat, after the long, loud beep comes to an end.This is an immediate need.At the government's request, the following message is sent.There is no test here.This nation or one of its allies has been the target of a nuclear attack.It's possible that nuclear warheads will arrive.The attack's scope, number of casualties, and location have not been determined.If there is a fallout shelter nearby, go there right away.Otherwise, please remain at home.You will receive additional information as soon as possible at the following frequency, 76.155/85.955 Megahertz.Keep your cool and wait for more instructions.This message will be heard again.The transmission terminates.The radio stops talking for a split second.The transmission then begins to repeat with a loud beep.

I am Theodore, a man who was born in a high modern era. An era in which everyone could dwell in a new world, the world of a virtual reality (VR) games. Four years ago, a VR game called "New Life" was developed and soon became popular around the world. In this "New Life", magic, different kinds of monsters, and even various races from myths existed. I enjoyed so much that I only rested 2 hours a day. However, one day, the developer passed away, and the server was eventually shutdown. Just as every gamer like me was desperate to death, something unbelievable happened ...

“I had a knife I would stab you more than a million times” A wife who loathed his husband to the point of wanting him dead, A mother-in-law, and father-in-law who only care when money is invoked. Joshua Miller, a man in a cruel world where the Poor are overshadowed by the rich. He was mocked and berated by the people he called family, but they had no Idea who he truly was. He was Joshua Miller, The Heir To A Multi Trillion Company. He swore that everyone who hurt him would pay the price and beg for his mercy. What happens when he raises from Grass to Grace? What will he do when he realizes that he was wanted dead by his family? Join Joshua’s world as he leaps to the top.

Isaac a 24 years old young man, died after fighting cancer for the last two years of his life. He gets transmigrated to another Universe and became a king. But right after walking up he got a cold system to make him level up in a game world he played in his last life... ---- First time writing so, excuse the poor me, but I will try my best to deliver something good. ---- The cover isn`t mine, contact me if you want me to remove it. Contact me, Line: silverlance60

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

Bullied! Diagnosed posttraumatic stress disorder and blood disorder vera. Not as devastating as once Nick Walter watched his mother die before his eyes when a shootgun went through his mother's head. Nick determined to retaliate the death of his mother, who was shot dead by ex-husban. Even Carlos holds a grudge against when he learns that Nick has suddenly become a tough, sturdy and unconquerable superhero. Thus who is stronger among Nick Walter and Carlos Ollyxton?

Eren grew despising the power those who claimed to protect his world possessed, later hating its wielders when he found out they were responsible for his mother's death. But when he is given the very power he detested with a chance to bring down the forces responsible for his mother's demise, will Eren stay true to his hate and anger or will he grow to love the very world he had sworn to destroy? **** [System alert: You have died!] [System alert: Your blood has been absorbed!] [Blood refining in process] [Blood refining halted!] [You have entered the Dream state - Welcome Eren]

I hated being locked up like a damsel in distress. Like I was some princess that needed constant protection, but deep down I was grateful. I was still struggling to summon my powers, so if I was attacked alone I would be defenseless. I understood why Valerian wanted me to stay confined within the walls of our home since there was a protection spell suffocating the entire atmosphere that surrounded it. But I was so bored. Valerian was not there to take me out and keep me occupied with his cocky smiles and quirky comments. The only thing I could think to do to pass the time was to take a stroll around the castle grounds. I exited out into the courtyard and walked past the beautiful wooden benches and vibrant trees. Roses of every colour confiscated the grounds and it was like I was walking through a rainbow. My fingertips caressed the petals and I inhaled the sweet scent of their exquisiteness as I walked through the trails. I was so mesmerized by the area that I didn’t realize where I was going. I gasped as I reached for the next rose in my path, and it crumbled from my touch. The rest of the walkway was filled with black and decayed roses that tumbled to the ground like ash from a horrible wildfire. My frightened eyes glared out into the distance as I realized the dead flowers led to a shadowy tunnel made from black brick. A sign barely dangling from a broken chain at the top of the entrance read ‘dungeon.’ My body cringed at the sight. This was the dark side of Valerian that I knew and wanted to avoid as much as possible.