I'm A Snake

After I took asleep in reality world, then awaken in dream world. I took asleep in the dream world, in the reality world I'm awaken. Since then, I don't know what the sleep is anymore. I slept, only to transfer my consciousness to the dream world for completing missions. The sweet days I met her only to staring her smile, that dream is caused it all gone. Encouraging myself to against The God who holds Miho as the hostage, I’m following his game to be a hero in another world planning growth my own strength to deal with slowly. On the time, I’ll punish The God with my hand as what The God did. “Miho, my dear. Wait for me, I’ll save you!”

Ever had your childhood best friend frame you for a crime you didn't commit just to watch you rot? My name is Adrian Volkov. Yesterday, I was a mechanic. Today, I’m a fugitive framed for murder, with my bank accounts frozen and my apartment burned to the ground. Then a lawyer showed up with a dead man’s will and a secret that changed everything. I’m the heir to a twelve-billion-euro shipping empire. But the money isn’t clean, the board is full of sharks, and the man who murdered my father is sitting at the head of the table. I have exactly ninety days to claim my seat, or the empire gets liquidated and Enzo Santi gets everything he wants. He thinks a poor mechanic doesn’t have the stomach for a corporate war. But he forgot one thing. I know how to fix broken machines. And I’m about to take this empire apart, piece by piece. I’ve got a ruthless bodyguard, a cold-blooded lawyer with a hidden agenda, and a stolen ledger that could bring them all down.

Meeting his wife cheating on him with no remorse on her face for her actions, broke him down beyond repair but when he receives a text message that changes his life for good it was time to put things back in order. "I'm back now and I'm not the same anymore!"

From Erwin Wickison I never asked to be here. One moment I was living my life, and the next I was dragged—along with millions of others—into a place ruled by a system that treats us like pieces on a board. Every Game is built to break something, whether it’s a body, a mind, or the small parts of myself I keep pretending are “good.” I’ve watched people die. I’ve watched people change. And I know I’m changing too. I just hope there’s something human left in me by the end… if there’s even an end. WARNING. This book contains smut, psychological decay, moral collapse, human intimacy twisted into survival, and a variety of horrors that do not wait for your permission before sinking into your mind. It will not hold your hand. It will not apologize. And it will not stop once you open it. If you continue, you’re choosing to step into a sequence of events designed to peel apart the comfortable assumptions you rely on to feel “safe.” Some of you will be fascinated. Some of you will be disturbed. Most of you will not remain the same. I’m not here to reassure you. I’m only here to tell you one thing: Whatever you think this is, whatever you think you know… you don’t. And once you begin, you can’t go back. — Welcome to the Games

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]**

I am the heir to a very wealthy Family, but I am also a useless son-in-law. My days of being bullied by others are over, and I'm going to make the entire world tremble for me.

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.

Thirteen years ago, twelve-year-old Zale Alden walked into his family’s limestone estate to find a slaughterhouse. His parents and older brother lay cold on a blood-soaked Persian rug, brutally executed days after a major corporate expansion. Only his six-year-old sister, Lyra, survived—hidden in a floorboard hollow, catatonic with fear. Taken out of the country by a ruthless family ally, Zale was forged into an elite weapon in the freezing concrete training camps of Montenegro. He learned four languages, mastered corporate law, and trained his body to be a silent, precise executioner. Now, he is back. To his unsuspecting Aunt Vivienne and her powerful husband, Gerald—the corporate snake who secretly signed the execution order—Zale is just a spoiled, clumsy playboy heir returning from an elite Alpine boarding school. He plays the fool flawlessly, offering weak handshakes and empty smiles while counting the security guards in the room. But behind the mask, Zale carries a folded list of names written in his own steady hand. The corporate empire his father built has been stolen, and Zale isn’t here to reclaim it. He is here to eliminate every single soul responsible for the blood on his childhood floor. The countdown has begun, and the first target has no idea he's already dead.

My life has been thrown into chaos by the catastrophe that had befallen the planet. I'm one of the "chosen ones" who have been granted extraordinary powers by the System and my mission is to fight monsters and complete perilous tasks in order to save humanity! But then, A prophecy confronted me, warning that I would bring about the end of humanity. "What a joke!" I said in disbelief. "I'm not going to let that prophecy dictate my life!" I strived to become the most powerful person and prove that my destiny was in my own hands! I wanted to have whatever my heart desired, from power and fame to wealth and even women. You need to follow my journey and witness how an ordinary person like me can become the strongest person, one who will shape the destiny of the world!

His status as a disciple of Helma Tilcott, the only healer in the Lanshire Kingdom possessing the rare healing zhenqi, had brought Marc Belmont no advantage at all. From the start, few believed he could ever become her heir; no matter how diligently he tried to absorb her teachings or practice her skills, everything seemed to vanish from his mind as if it had never been there. Years of effort appeared to have been in vain, and Marc began to question if he was truly meant for this life. One day, a group of messengers arrived from the city of Cammont, their mocking words cutting through the air as they demanded he follow them. “I’m not interested,” Marc replied flatly, his voice devoid of the hesitation it once carried. “Ungrateful! Is this how you treat someone who raised you?” The messengers clenched their fists, anger burning in their eyes as they rushed toward him. Marc's lips curled into a confident smirk. “Those days are long gone. You clearly have no idea who you're dealing with.”