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In a world where the "System" grants incredible powers, Silas is branded an Aberrant—a cosmic mistake. His "Paradoxical Path" doesn't give him magic or strength. It gives him impossible, humiliating quests. Get pecked by five chickens. Let a squirrel steal your lunch. Get slapped in public by the Guild's golden boy. Everyone in the backwater village of Oakhaven laughs at the boy with the useless System. But with every absurd challenge completed, Silas earns a hyper-specific, seemingly worthless reward: unshakeable heels, the ability to retrieve stolen items, legs that can't be knocked down. When the arrogant Stormcaller Sir Alaric and his elite squad become trapped by a dungeon's monstrous vines, they're saved not by a mighty warrior, but by a "useless" Aberrant throwing a rock in the most inexplicable way possible. Forced into the Guild's most despised division—Branch C, "Miscellaneous Problems"—Silas must now navigate a hierarchy that despises him, using his growing arsenal of bizarre abilities to solve problems no one else can (or wants to): a cursed oven, a whispering river, a cat in a tree guarded by an axe-wielding hermit. All while fending off the schemes of a noble rival determined to prove he's just a lucky fool. For Silas, every impossible quest is a stepping stone. Every humiliation is a hidden strength. And the Guild is about to learn that the greatest threat to the status quo isn't a mighty hero, but the village idiot who sees a different set of rules entirely.

“You don't deserve this throne. Your birth was nothing more than a mistake by my late husband, so don't think any more of yourself. But if you still want to be King, then go into the territories and kingdoms outside Griffindale and build your army of followers and allies from scratch. Whenever you feel like you have amassed a huge following enough to seize the throne away from me, then you can come back to fight for it. But from now on, you are on exile.” “The throne belongs to me, Stepmother. Nevertheless, I will do as you ask. But rest assured, for what you've done, I will return—not just for my throne, but also for your head.” “While the Queen fumed with rage in her private chamber, Cyrus emerged from her quarters wearing a satisfied grin, knowing his destiny was now set in stone. He would one day become king, no matter what.” -------- This is my first novel on the platform, so my pacing and world-building aren't the best, but it gets better with time. The story is set in a medieval world, somewhere in an alternate version of ancient Europe. At first the tone focuses more on war and basic politics, but as the story progresses, there will be more magic/fantasy elements added - like dragons, witches and fables. If you enjoy the work, please consider supporting it in any way you can. Any means of support goes a long way for me and is duly appreciated. Have Fun!!!

Ethan Blackwood enters the corporate jungle with nothing but his mind. Inside a failing company ruled by a proud, small-minded boss, Ethan quietly fixes what veterans couldn’t—systems, strategy, profit. But instead of gratitude, he meets arrogance. Instead of recognition, humiliation.

Adam was a son-in-law of the Jones family. Not only was he humiliated, but he was practically turned into a slave of the family. Due to the love he had for his wife, he was enduring all the humiliations until he caught his wife cheating on him, on their two years wedding anniversary night. He was shattered and heartbroken. Clara didn't feel remorseful but served him a divorce letter and wouldn't stop bragging about how wealthy her new boyfriend was. Not only that, Clara's new boyfriend, Felix, also slapped Adam and offered him money, if he would lick his feet and beg for forgiveness, not knowing Adam was a Prince, who hid his identity just to find a true love. Watch how he takes revenge on his wife's family and those that humiliated him in the past. “Forgive us, Your Highness” They apologized, but it was already late.

It started with the first $100 from Forex after losing nearly $15,000+ in the past few years. A small gain, but it was everything to Reese Myles. A sign that maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t cursed to fail forever. Then came the Wealth Accumulation System. On the night Reese should have died, crushed and heartbroken on the cold asphalt, clutching that first win in his hands with so much regret that he hadn't made anything good of himself, fate had other plans. [Wealth Accumulation System: Initialization Complete] [Current Net Worth: $0 | Projected Worth: Infinite] [Debt: ...........calculating] Reese can now invest, trade and avoid losses now that he is armed with WAS. Forex is going to make him a billionaire...or maybe even more than a billionaire, and he will defeat his rival, on both sides, crypto and trading, and take down everyone who treated him like trash.

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 replaced his father to go to jail. The marriage I wanted didn't happen. He who loved me finally left me.  It was too late for them to come back by my side with the new me, the untouchable. I had come out on top among all. 

What would it be like to go from being poor to becoming the heir of the richest man? A contract for the inheritance of the richest man’s estate, not only gives him money but also a beautiful fiancee! Ordinary people need to work hard to succeed, but Brentely Carter doesn’t need it.

Ace thought he could fuck his ex and walk away clean. One night in that cheap motel with Lena was supposed to be just a mistake. One raw, desperate fuck where she rode him like she owned his soul, her scorching velvet pussy gripping him so tight he forgot his own name. But the hickeys on his neck the next morning set everything on fire. Clara saw them. Clara lost her shit. And suddenly their “open” marriage looked like the hypocritical joke it had always been. Now Lena won’t let go. She’s not the girl he left behind anymore. She’s Nova now — colder, meaner, and ten times more dangerous. Packages start showing up at his door: her soaked panties that still smell like her cum, a single black rose, and then the steel cock cage. Cold. Unforgiving. Clicking shut around his throbbing dick while she watches with that satisfied little smile. Every time Ace tells himself it’s over, his cock betrays him. Every time he tries to be the good husband, he ends up back between her legs, leaking and desperate, hating how fucking perfect it feels to be used by her again. Clara is lying. His job is slipping. And Nova is tightening the leash. He knows he should stop. He knows this is going to destroy him. But the truth is worse: he doesn’t want to. Some exes don’t just come back. They lock you up and make you beg for more.

Meeting his end by a women he has no memory of, Cyrus is thrust into a fate that he never asked for. If that wasn't bad enough, He cant remember a single thing about what he was tasked with doing. Can a man with no memory really tackle a foe that knows everything?