Ice Breathing Demon Slayer

A thousand years ago, Roan was the most feared warlord in history. Undefeated in battle. Worshipped by armies. Betrayed and poisoned by his most trusted general at the height of his glory. His last breath carried one vow. I will return. He kept it. Reborn into the body of a broke, humiliated twenty year old, Roan wakes up with nothing. No home, no money, no allies — thrown onto the street like garbage by the cruel family who used him as a pawn for twenty years. At his absolute lowest, bleeding in the rain, an ancient War System activates inside him. Current rating: F. Pathetic. He almost laughed. Because the people who destroyed him had no idea what they just woke up. And the dormant king doesn’t fight with rage — he plans with ice cold precision. Every enemy catalogued. Every move calculated. Every humiliation remembered. Cole Crest threw him out. Victor Crest used him. The ancient entity that corrupted his most trusted general a thousand years ago has reincarnated and is already moving against him. They will all kneel before this is over. Rising from F rank toward the legendary S rank, reclaiming ancient power sealed since his death, uniting secret warrior clans that have waited a thousand years for his return, and protecting the one person who showed him kindness when the whole world looked away — Roan isn’t just fighting for revenge. He’s fighting to end a cycle that has lasted a millennium. The Dormant King is done sleeping. The final battle isn’t just for revenge. It’s for the soul of history itself.

For a thousand years, the cultivation world has been under the dominance of women, a consequence of a heavenly curse that stripped all men of their ability to cultivate. Men live as second-class citizens, while female sects, matriarchal kingdoms, and Saintesses hold full control over the world's destiny. Amidst this deep-rooted order, an ordinary man named Li Feng unexpectedly awakens the Ancient Yang Core, long lost to history. The awakening of this primordial core not only restores his ability to cultivate but also makes him the only man in the entire realm capable of doing so—an anomaly that shakes the very foundations of the world. Li Feng's unique existence soon draws unavoidable attention when it is discovered that female cultivators who train with him experience a drastic surge in energy and unprecedented cultivation speed. This phenomenon transforms Li Feng from a social outcast into an object of intense desire as well as a major threat. Saintesses from holy sects see him as a tool to achieve their sacred goals; the Demon Queen desires him for personal power and her ambition to challenge the dominance of the holy sects; while the Dragon Princess views him as a cultivation partner with the potential for a deep bond or even greater personal ambitions. Li Feng, who was originally just an ordinary man thrown into a vortex of power, must learn to navigate political intrigue, dangers lurking around every corner, and the temptation of the power within him. He will be forced to choose a path among the factions fighting over him, each with its own agenda and morality. As he grows in strength and understanding, Li Feng begins to uncover the secrets behind the ancient heavenly curse and the true connection between his Ancient Yang Core and the greater destiny of the world.

I narrowed my eyes at him and caught glimpse of a guy, standing in a corner and what’s weird is that he wasn’t dancing. He seemed different and odd for all this. He’s looking in my direction, very still and I can see him intermittently. The hat makes it harder to discern. Except for the creepy, fiendish smile, raising the edges of his mouth real slowly. I squinted my eyes at him. He tugged his hat from the right, an expression of a muted Hi! I nodded reflexively and opened my mouth to call Frank, who was busy with stuffing ice cubes in two glasses of beer. “Hey!” I called with my hurting head. “What?” he asked the glasses. “Who’s that? Someone new?” I pointed at him. Frank gave up the stuffing and looked in his direction. “Haven’t seen him before” he said with confusion. . . . Elijah Heath, an eighteen year old teenager was stalked by someone. Read to know who was he? And what made him behave this strangely. Does someone REALLY follows her? Or she's hallucinating like others say? . . . "Is someone there?", I moped around the dim-litted living room. "Guess it's just me. I'm making excuses to cease. No, Elijah! You have to finish this up!". As I ascended three steps, I realized a change in the air pressure around me, an odd creak and a clear presence of heat_ behind me. My breath abated. Just as I plucked the nerve to turn, my ankle was grasped and I slided down as some hand pulled me. My knees rubbed along the hard steps. **Caution**: Contains extremely disturbing content. Read only if you can stand murder and blood descriptions else you might feel nauseous.

"I conquered nations and slaughtered gods, yet I returned too late to save the only woman I ever loved." Five years ago, Alex was forced to leave his wife, Sarah, to protect her from his enemies. His entire city considered him a coward who ran away from his responsibilities because he vanished without leaving any clues about his whereabouts. The Supreme Dragon King returns to the world today after he spent years in exile, because he now commands the most powerful military force which has the ability to destroy entire empires with one order. The homecoming ceremony which should have brought him joy instead presented him with his worst possible dream. The Forbidden Dark Arts practicing Mafia Don who controls the city operations as its crime lord spent his hidden life as a secret Dark Arts practitioner who destroyed Sarah. The demon used her body to manipulate her power because he needed her to achieve his demonic cultivation he ripped her soul from her body and left her a hollow comatose shell. Sarah's parents who now kneel before her torturer demand Alex to beg the Don for mercy because they want to protect their family name and they blame him for the disaster that occurred. The people who look at Alex see him as a beggar. They have no idea they are spitting in the face of a God. Alex isn't here to negotiate. He isn't here to explain. He is here to turn the city into a graveyard. The Don believes he is the hunter? He is about to learn that against a Dragon, he is nothing but prey. "You stole her soul? Then I will burn your entire world to ashes to get it back."

Jamie Aldridge never asked for this. He never asked for the system, for the power, for the missions that drag him deeper into Seattle’s underworld. But when life throws a digital demon into your head, what choice do you have? Play the game or get played. Simple. Except it’s not that simple. Because this game? It’s rigged. And the stakes? Well, they’re higher than Jamie could ever imagine. "Who the hell are you?" Jamie demanded, his voice rough with exhaustion, and his mind a tangled mess of fear and fury. The Broker smiled, a thin, calculated curve of lips that held no warmth. "I'm the man who’s going to change your life, Jamie. Or end it. Depends on how well you play." "Play?" Jamie spat, barely holding back the urge to punch that smug look off his face. "I’m not playing your game. Not anymore." The Broker’s eyes shone with a dark and knowing aura. "Oh, but you are. You just don’t realize it yet." Now Jamie’s on a collision course with forces beyond his control—shadowy figures who pull the strings, secrets buried so deep they might as well be myths, and a system that seems determined to push him to the brink. And just when he thinks he can’t take any more, life throws him another curveball: Emma. His unbearable bully of a wife. Pregnant. Yeah. Ain't gonna end well. In a world where survival is a day-to-day battle and the lines between ally and enemy blur with every step, Jamie has to figure out one thing—how to win when every move feels like a losing one. Because failure? It’s not an option. Not when his life, and the life of his unborn child, hangs in the balance.

Silence. Like a nice bucket of shhhhhhhhh. Everyone shut the effing fudge UP! That's all I've ever wanted. *Sigh.* But silence comes in different flavors. There's mint - the peaceful kind that wraps around you like a blanket. The kind I chase at 2 AM. I've cried once. Just once. With a bucket beside me, watching heroes with super suits and impossible strength tear each other apart. Somehow that feels less broken than my reality. Then there's the suffocating silence at school. Not an ice cream flavor. This one tastes like metal and shame. High school is my personal hell. Empty wallet, empty lunch tray, empty seat beside me like I'm radioactive. Empty soul on Wednesdays because middles are always the worst. *The usual.* But Emily made the silence bearable. Mint-flavored again. Until she broke something between us. *Snap.* One moment she's whispering secrets with me, the next she's weaponizing them. She scattered my private thoughts, added her own twisted lies. The betrayal burns hotter than the stares drilling into my back. I went from invisible to spectacle. Being a ghost feels like luxury when you're dodging spit balls and "accidental" lunch trays. But somewhere between my third panic attack and contemplating switching schools... *Something shifted.* Like in those games you play, when your character suddenly glows and the screen flashes: "New Skill Unlocked" And it wasn't just in my head. I tested it. Small things at first – a pencil moving across my desk when I focused hard enough. Then books. Then someone's lunch tray right as they walked past Emily. *tap tap tap* I used to think rock bottom was the end. *Well ladies and gentlemen,* it's just a really messed up spawn point. And now? I don't stumble from cliffs anymore. I swim in gravity, and dive head first.