I Shall Devour Everything

Synopsis: THE THRONE THAT HEAVEN FEARED Ten years ago, the Thorne Clan—guardians of the Primordial Seal—were slaughtered in a single night of fire and steel. The killers weren’t monsters, but the Seven Stars Alliance: the very allies who swore to protect them. Cassian Thorne, the young heir, didn't just lose his family; he watched as his "friends" shattered his cultivation core, turning him into a "Dross"—a human without a soul-pulse, destined to be a slave in a world of magic. Now, Cassian is a janitor at the elite Phoenix Academy, scrubbing the floors for the children of the men who murdered his parents. He is the academy’s punching bag, a "walking corpse" mocked by all. But the world doesn't know the truth. His core wasn't shattered; it was transformed. For ten years, Cassian has been a living battery, absorbing every insult, every beating, and every ounce of malicious energy thrown at him. The Seal is full. The "Dross" is waking up. And this time, he isn't just reclaiming his throne—he’s coming to devour the gods.

After losing his family to an accident, Derrick commits suicide a few years later. By great luck he revives to the time right before his family dies by the accident. However, Fate plays a trick on him and he is only able to watch his family die again despite his efforts to save them. His anger and sorrow make him swear an oath to remain eternal enemies with Fate. Later on, he finds out that his present world is a little different. It was a world of fantasy. Martial artists ruled the world and a lot of magical things became possible. Derrick sees a path he can trudge on to unravel the workings of Fate. However, he does not realize that Fate is not done with him just yet. _"You saw the end but you did not relent. My return shall mark your doom."_

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...

I'm a special guy, no doubt. No one can do what I do. No one has the ability I have and if the government found out about what I can do, they'd probably lock me up to do thousands of experiments on me... and yet, I still manage to do everything wrong. Even with all the advantages anyone can possess and having the literal answers from the universe, I am absolutely lost. In fact, the universe and I have a rocky relationship and are in a constant fight. So, I hope you know that the universe is telling my story wrong. I am not a genius, I am not an innovative visionary and more importantly: I AM NOT GAY.

When the demon finally harnessed human sins and negative emotions to harvest negative energy, it opened a spatial gate to the planets that were already ravaged by monsters and teeming with dark creatures. The beasts and monsters passed through the gate, unleashing havoc upon Earth. These monstrous creatures caused destruction on a massive scale, pushing the earth toward an apocalyptic catastrophe. In this dark time, The Creator granted certain humans the ability, marked by symbols on their right hands, to wield the power of gods and angels to combat these dark creatures. My ability was 'Overthinking,' the weakest, but with hard work, I persisted for 60 years to become the most powerful and the savior of the world. However, in my final moments, I was betrayed by a friend who was born rich and noble, who forced me to die to obtain everything I had worked so hard for. Nevertheless, before my demise, I sent my memories back to my younger years. This time, I will obtain everything: the best items, the finest women, and the most potent abilities. All will be mine!

The sunny afternoon sky shifted into a red sky with a blood moon, and the land stretched out endlessly, zombie armies accompanied by towering giant monsters and dragons. The invincible virtual realm and the real world merged for a time, shifting into an augmented virtual reality where everything is real. Nine giant demon lords, three times taller than the size of a man, dressed in full armor as medieval knights of skeletons and bones, declared that humanity has eight virtual survival game stages they must cross. Anytime a demon lord is defeated, their world returns to normal until the timer for the next stage begins. Humanity must defeat the demon lords of pride, sloth, gluttony, envy, wrath, lust, and greed, then death, and face the last challenge-King of the abyss, Abaddon. If humanity wins, they return to normal, but if they fail. The augmented reality shall drag their souls to the pit of hell forever. Archaeologists, Dr. Rachel, found artifacts and relics called the Moon Orb, along with the Nephielen giant and a Giant white wolf. On the day of a worldwide exhibition, Dr. Marcus took the moon orb into a hydro collider time machine to create a portal to the past. However, the time machine spiraled out of control, and a portal was opened to the underworld and summons Abaddon. Danny, who was bitten by the vampire Abaddon, watched his father turn into a zombie and upgraded to the 8th demon lord humanity must defeat to be free. Danny, before turning into a zombie. His mother used the ancient spell ritual to turn him into a king werewolf, waking him with the moon goddess's leveling system. Danny will have to clear the death game and free his father while saving the world from the sins of his parents.

I was nothing, useless to everyone. No one loved me, no one truly wanted to be with me. Suddenly, a flash of light appeared before my eyes. I had forgotten basically everything about my old self. What have I truly lost? I was summoned to another world. This was my second chance. I was brought to the other world to protect Lucia, a weak, airheaded princess, who was meant to be the next ruler of the land. She didn't accept anyone else, why did she accept me?

"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?

Transmigrated unknowingly, I found myself to be blessed by the goddess of luck, But Too bad. The luck didn’t last long... Shackled to the duties of a hero that is destined to be die in battle and.. Who gets his everything stolen by the ‘protagonist’ of the story… Is this my punishment, for asking the author to.. “ Please pity the Heroes!” As my blood boiled in anger, I decided. No matter the plot, no matter the reason If I live to see the next day, I will give the author such a gruesome death, even The Lord of Hell will shrivel up in fright. But first, I have to kill the Protagonist…

No one came any closer to me since I began to hear voices. It was as if I possessed some kind of aura that attracted everyone, like a field that attracted people. I was either insane or a monster, which I suppose I could be, according to everyone at school. I was able to hear what others were thinking, but no one else seemed to be able to, and some of them remembered me from first grade, when everything first started. I was able to focus better on school because I was isolated, and I loved to do well in school. Since I learned how to silence the voices, at least it had. Before that, I was unable to think in light of the consistent clamor of every other person's brain pounding me constantly.