I Raised Cinderella Preciously

Soultaker, known as the world's most dangerous vigilante is also known as the one hero that has defended the country of Singapore single handedly for almost a decade from a magnitude of threats. Rumor has it that the vigilante is undefeated and unstoppable in combat. However behind that reputation is just an ordinary 16 year old teenager Maxus Tan ,living in Singapore who discovers a dark and corrupt society running with crime after tragedy strikes his family. Taking matters into his own hands, Maxus began studying and training in combat ruthlessly and paired with his childhood training, he picks up the role as the deadly vigilante Soultaker, killing every single criminal he comes across to clean up his city. Discovering a society of assassins who match his skill level, Maxus is forced to upgrade his own equipment and skills by any means necessary, contemplating his decisions and role in this world when he meets Leah, the girl who would pull him back from transforming into a mindless killer. This story follows the beginning of Soultaker, a raw and dark story about the character's growth and journey in defending the city he was raised in and ultimately, the origins of a dark, legendary figure.

Bryan, a reckless youth in modern-day Chicago, hates werewolves for taking his mother and brother. Raised a man called Pa. Clever, he survives as a hired hunter, unaware that he carries the blood of the most feared Alpha — Lord Amark, his father. When captured by Owen, his mother’s brother and ruthless hunter leader, Bryan is forced to work under Mayer, Owen’s sharp and disciplined second. Their reluctant partnership grows as Bryan’s hidden power begins to surface. Meanwhile, Amark’s brother, Pheles, reveals that Bryan’s twin, Bruno, is alive. The brothers reunite with rivalry and pride, but are bound by blood as Amark returns. After Pa. Clever’s death, Bryan’s grief triggers his first full transformation, terrifying friend and foe alike. The climax comes when Amark confronts his sons. Bryan and Bruno fight him, but in his final moments Amark reveals mercy, not rage. With Mayer’s shot, he falls, blessing his children before dying at peace. Pheles becomes Alpha, with Bruno and Bryan as Betas, and Chicago finds fragile calm. But as the wolves mourn, a mysterious howl pierces the night — warning that the story is far from over.

In a world where mortals strive to defy the heavens, where mountains float and oceans roar with spiritual beasts, the cultivation world stands on the edge of chaos. The Radiant Court rules above all—seven Thrones, unshaken for ten thousand years. They decide who rises. They decide who falls. But there is a legend whispered in silence. A name spoken only in riddles. A figure who once stood above the heavens… and walked away. Chen Fi. No one knows where he came from. No one knows how strong he truly was. Only the oldest cultivators remember the tremble in the world when he last raised a hand. They say he once refused the title of Immortal Emperor. They say he gave up the Nine Dao Thrones. They say he saw something beyond power… and chose peace. Now, hidden in a quiet valley unknown to most maps, he lives as a humble hermit—drinking tea, fishing under cherry blossoms, and raising a single orphan boy. But peace never lasts. When the world begins to stir—when arrogant sects send disciples to claim his land, when the Thrones grow fearful of a man they could never control—old echoes awaken. Chen Fi does not seek conflict. But should conflict find him… He reminds the world why it once knelt.

Bruce Baron was nothing more than a cleaner struggling to keep his sick father alive. Mocked by the rich, humiliated by his ex-fiancée, and falsely accused of theft at an elite engagement party, Bruce’s life spiraled into ruin. Framed by the powerful Richardson family and given an impossible choice by a corrupt mayor to pay a one-million-dollar fine or spend ten years in prison. Then everything changed. After collapsing from grief and exhaustion, Bruce awoke in a luxury hospital, only to discover a truth that would shake his world: he’s not a nobody, he’s the long-lost heir to the trillion-dollar Baron Consortium. His real mother, Lady Scarlet, has finally found him after twenty-five years of hiding him from murderous family enemies. Now reborn into wealth and power, Bruce has only one mission: vengeance. With money, influence, and a new identity, Bruce begins his revenge. The same people who spat on him will now kneel. The ex-fiancée who betrayed him, the landlord who destroyed his family, the corrupt mayor who chose status over justice; all have debts to pay. But revenge comes at a cost. As Bruce climbs the ladder of power and dominance, will he remain the same man his father raised? Or will he lose himself in the world of wealth and wrath?

I was born a genius numbers, logic, strategy… all of it came easy. Everything around me felt painfully plain, predictable, and boring. Even the web novels I read were the same heroes driven by emotion, not reason. Pathetic. But that all changed the night my family was slaughtered by people who weren’t even from Earth. I watched my mother’s body hit the ground. I heard my sister cry my name one last time before she was beheaded And then they said it .. “Your bloodline has to be erased.” Then came the darkness. When I opened my eyes, a glowing figure stood before me a being that called itself a remnant. It offered me a deal: a system unlike any other. The Architect System. In exchange for freeing it one day, I would gain knowledge and the power to rebuild, reshape, and destroy. I don’t know what this new world is. I don’t care about fate, destiny, or prophecies .I sure as hell don't plan to be anyone's pawn. All I know is this I will find the ones who killed my family . Hell I would even rewrite destiny if I have to . And when I’m done with them, they’ll wish they were never born.

"Congratulations, my Heir," a mysterious figure declared, "you have proven your worth, and you're now the Heir to the God of Healing and Medicine, Elandor!" Suddenly, I found myself in excruciating pain, hanging on the edge of a hill. The figure's words barely registered, and I felt like I was forgetting something crucial. Before I could make sense of it all, I blinked, and the pain was gone. My wounds had vanished, replaced by a newfound strength. There, around my neck, hung a gemstone amulet. I gasped as the amulet shone, flooding my mind with knowledge. "In the realm of healing, I'm the ultimate arbiter of life and death. As Elandor's heir, I command over ailments and the frailty of life. I am the embodiment of healing's power and authority." As memories flooded back, I realized why I was here. Darius Blackthorn, that treacherous scoundrel, had thrown me down this hill. "I won't let you get away with this. I'll have my revenge for all the pain you caused me. I'll show those Rossi family snobs who mocked me for being poor and treated me like a live-in servant. You'll regret ever looking down on me. I'm a god's heir, and you will pay for every bit of suffering you put me through." Fueled by rage, I stood there, determined to make them all pay.

A murderer. A crazy woman. Is what they all call me. Apparently to me, I'm seeing the dead, which makes me crazy to everyone, but I know I'm not. Being stuck in a psychiatric hospital with a pending murder case at hand is not how I pictured this time of my life. I don't really get it. I am a lot of things that I'm not proud of, but certainly not a murderer. How on earth will I be able to vindicate myself if the dead is making me look like a murderer? How will I be able to vindicate myself when my past ways isn't even something to write home about, and all it can do is just spice up my case? How will I be able to save myself when I, and the dead was never in good terms, and I happen to be the cause of it all? What have I done to myself?

I was a disgrace to the Prestwick family—a poor, unwanted son-in-law they wished their daughter had never married. She had chosen me for my looks, but now, even that wasn’t enough. She wanted out. A divorce. To erase me from her life and marry into wealth like her family had always intended. But I loved her. Despite the insults, the humiliation, the way they treated me like dirt beneath their feet—I refused to let go. That was my biggest mistake. Frustrated by my defiance, my brother-in-law took matters into his own hands. He killed me, tossing my body into a cold, dark river, leaving me to sink into oblivion. I should have died. I did die. But before I took my final breath, a man appeared before me, cloaked in shadow, his voice like a whisper from the abyss. "What is your last wish?" I should have begged for revenge. I should have cursed their names. But all I wanted was one more chance. One more chance to live. And so, I was granted life again. But I was no longer the same. My soul was no longer my own. My body was no longer mine to control. Because I had been reborn as something far more powerful. I was no longer John Prestwick. I was the Devil himself.

The event: an unforeseen cataclysm which wiped out all of life leaving but a fraction… So they say, but I know the truth, even though I'm uncertain of how it really happened. I can't seem to remember much. Compared to when i first awoken, 50 years ago, even if it's a fraction I'd call it progress. Over 200 years has passed since the event and I'm trying to find the answer to how this place came to be. I know it's not going to be easy and you can guarantee I'm going to fall into some unwanted predicaments. My goal: return it to the time before even if it takes destroying this world. To do that i think i have to find the one who cursed me and stole my memories... What i truly am, I'm yet to find out, and how I plunge the world into its current state. Author's note: I know my synopsis sucks but pls bear with me.

On our third wedding anniversary, I lit candles, cooked her favorite meal, and waited. She said she was working late. I went to surprise her. Instead, I found my wife walking into a hotel with another man—laughing, kissing—while I stood in the street like a fool. That night, I filed for divorce. The next day, her lover shoved me into traffic. The car should have killed me. Instead, I woke up with a power I can’t explain—five frozen seconds where the world stands still, and only I can move. Five seconds to expose a lie. Five seconds to ruin an enemy. Five seconds to make them choke on every ounce of humiliation they gave me. They took my love, my trust, and the life I built. Now I’m taking everything from them—slow enough that they’ll see it coming, and fast enough they can’t stop it. She betrayed me. They tried to bury me. But I’m not the man they remember. I’m the man they’ll regret ever crossing.