I Hate Harrys

Modern esports is by no means a game. You can completely lose everything and even your life because of one stupid mistake. I was the top player on the planet, but after I was framed, I had to leave. Though with large debts, but alive. But the brother stayed and, it seems, contacted the wrong people. Now he's gone, and all I have is a few scant clues from the virtual. Well, hold on bro, I'm coming.

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.

The last strand of patience I had snapped into shreds when she chose her ex-lover’s son over our dying daughter. Now she paraded around smiling, flaunting him like a trophy, while I was left with nothing but the cold, lifeless body of my child. This wasn’t about hurt anymore. It wasn’t even about pain. She’d stolen a soul from me — and she would feel every atom of what I felt, and more. “I want a divorce.” “That’s not happening. You and I are in this together,” she screeched, eyes boring into mine, searching for the man who always bent to her will. “You will sign the papers,” I said, every word a quiet stone. “Make me!” I stepped closer. My hand closed at her throat — delicate, trembling under my grip — and forced her to meet me. “Sign the papers,” I whispered, voice low and cold. “Or I’ll make you suffer so that even our daughter hears your screams from six feet under.”

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.

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.

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 hero must be compassionate, selfless and courageous. But that isn't all. Because a hero must also be powerful. In this world, power is everything. Strength decides who gets to save lives and who's left with community service. That’s why I was nothing — a rank 50 E-Class reject, skating through the streets, saving what little I could while the real heroes battled gods and monsters. Then one day, I died. Almost. Dragged into the abyss, I was given a second chance: the Forever Core. An armor that evolves. A system that never stops adapting. Every battle, every hit, every mistake, I come back stronger. Now, the monsters that once crushed me can’t kill me the same way twice. I must adapt. Evolve. I must grow stronger and fight harder. Because humanity is worth fighting for. Even if I have to burn every villain alive to prove it.

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.

I was the bastard. The unwanted son. Disowned by my own father… because I awakened the weakest talent of all. In a world where power is everything, I was left to die. But fate had other plans. The rat I bonded with… was no ordinary creature. It was a dragon in disguise. And when the truth is revealed— Those who mocked me will kneel. Those who abandoned me will beg. My family will worship the name they once cursed. And I… Will make them all pay.

Hi, I’m Mark and while I’m not the strongest and neither do I have any unique ability, most of my opportunities being either wasted or given away one way or another, I’m the one that survived the most. Now that I think about it, this life is pretty miserable. I got my ups and downs, but because I rushed at the beginning, I ruined my entire future and the only thing keeping me alive is my ability to adapt and survive. That’s it. No magical abilities. No genius talent. The most unique ability I had was an ability the “survivor” title gave me called “The survivor”. And now I'm about to be killed aaaaand I'm dead. ... . . Die, they said, you will receive eternal rest they said, but where is the eternal rest?! “Hello and welcome to the Regression and Reincarnation agency. Due to your peculiar achievements, you have been fo- ahem, given the chance to go back in time, as well as three wishes.” –––––––––––––––––– Follow Mark on his journey to change his ending, see his rises and falls and journey with him together in this story through your imagination. ______________________ This is my first book and my native language isn't English, so expect grammar mistakes and so on. Enjoy my book and if you don't like it, just stop reading. It is far more energy efficient that writing a bad review. _________________