Leveling Up

In the world of Thalassia, where some are born with extraordinary abilities, Jack Craig was an elite operative tasked with bringing down a nefarious group sowing unrest. On a solo mission against these elusive forces, he encountered something far beyond imagination - an event that cost him his life. Now, Jack's son Jayden, a 16-year-old who has yet to awaken any powers, is thrust into a realm of despair. The truth behind his father's mysterious death lies shrouded in a world of incredible dangers that Jayden seems ill-equipped to face. As an ordinary teen without abilities, how can he hope to find the secrets that led to his father's demise? Driven by a burning need for answers, Jayden must embark on a treacherous journey that will push him to his limits. In a reality where the extraordinary is the norm, he must find strength within himself to confront forces that defy comprehension. With every step, he risks uncovering truths that could shatter his understanding of the world he knows. Jayden's quest is not just a search for justice but a fight for survival in a world where the line between the possible and the impossible has been erased. Can an awakening unlike any other be sparked within him, or will the truth about his father's fate forever remain out of reach?

Bruce Ace stood on the altar, awaiting the arrival of his bride. News reached him that his bride had gone shopping with a billionaire's son and had ditched him. He got insulted and fired by his boss on the same day. His fate change and he married another lady only to become rejected by her family. Bruce Ace took a walk to the bar to free himself of all his worries. There, a man found him. "Bruce Ace, your networth is over 700billion USD. Do you know this?" These were the man's words.

From the world of Galendray. It is an important role for every member of a clan to have a great cultivator candidate to be sent into the White Temple Institute every year. They will be trained there to become an excellent adventurer and to be able to bring honor and wealth for their family. Emrys Valestron is a not gifted kid who had the weakest power level no matter how hard he tried for improvements. Until he found himself in the middle of a dark forest and discovered a wounded giant beast. When he decided to lend it a hand for recovery, the beast returned a favor by giving him a cultivation stone. And each time he uses the power of that stone, something within him started waking up gradually, and would change his life forever.

Ever wondered why isekai protagonists always wake up comfortably in bed, complete with their predecessor's memories and a tearful sister/maid at their side? Well, our hero isn't so lucky. No convenient memory inheritance. No peaceful awakening. No helpful NPC guide. Instead, Kyle opens his eyes to find himself bound and at the mercy of a ruthless sorceress wielding a whip, demanding answers he doesn't have. Zero tutorial, straight to the boss fight. "Talk! Or else…" "Lady, I don't even know who I am!" Trapped in a medieval fantasy world where magic is heresy and the Church hunts practitioners without mercy, Kyle must navigate political intrigue, dodge religious persecution, and somehow survive the schemes of a dangerous sorceress - all while armed with nothing but his wits and a mysteriously acquired AI companion with a talent for unhelpful commentary. Welcome to a fantasy world where: Your enemies are smarter than you Your allies might kill you tomorrow The Church wants you dead And your snarky AI buddy won't stop critiquing your life choices

Does the death of billions of people even have any meaning to it? It's like once the number passes a certain threshold we humans are unable to imagine the severity such a scale entails. The once prosperous Immortal Domain witnessed its destruction due to an unknown disaster. A disaster that wiped out 2/3 of its entire population in mere hours. Billions, no, even trillions of lives might have been lost. After the Immortal Domain's Destruction, it was split into the Fragmented Lower Realms and the High Heavens known as the Upper Realm. However, all was not lost. From the flickering embers of life that remained, and after countless years, an Era that would eventually be known as the Resurgence Era was starting to show its first signs of brilliance. These first sparks were located in a Fragmented Realm called the Wither Daemon Realm, in which there was a planet named Daiyu. On this planet, heavenly prodigies that were born with one of the thirty rare Legendary Physiques were starting to pop up like common weeds. Longwei, a loudmouth and arrogant brat was born into the Wu Clan while possessing the third-rank Legendary Physique, the Dao Physique. He was also known as one of the six monster-level geniuses on planet Daiyu. His brother Longmin, his opposite, a quiet and reserved boy, though was an equally terrifying genius in his own right, had faded into obscurity since his birth and was estranged by their father after a certain catastrophic incident. This story is the supposed legends of two dragons, who through a journey of bloodshed and betrayal, led their clan to unify the Immortal Domain and stand above Demons and Gods as powerful existences. This is the Immortal Journey of the Wu Clan's Twin Dragons.

What happens when Damon, an unemployed college graduate and game addict gets invited to play a game with the objective of becoming the greatest dragon there is with his life at stake?. While facing danger over and over again and while destroying the hurdles hurled against does he give up and dies or completes his quest and it through to the end?. Find out by reading the book Dragon Dynamics, a book packed with action, insane battles, unexpected love interest and a psychopathic antagonist who will stop at nothing to make the world a better place in his own image. Read now and discover what lies within the depths of Dragon Dynamics.

In a world where cultivators risk their lives for power, Zarox has one goal: to never die. Paralyzed by an extreme phobia of death, he joins a legendary sect hoping for safety, only to end up as a lowly kitchen hand. But when he discovers a rusty, magical cauldron that turns scraps into divine artifacts, his path to immortality takes a hilarious and chaotic turn. Zarox doesn't want to be a hero; he just wants to live forever, even if it means hiding behind five layers of armor and winning battles through sheer, stubborn cowardice. Will his desperate quest for survival make him the greatest legend the cultivation world has ever seen?

Born and bred in the heart of Dansoman, Tero Mandem never had a silver spoon—just street smarts, scars, and survival. Abandoned by his father and raised by a market woman mother, Tero grew up in the cracks of Accra’s toughest corners: Lapaz, Mataheko, and the deep ends of Dancity. By seventeen, he had made his name feared. By twenty-one, he was leading a gang, living fast, and chasing fame through music, money, and madness. With his boys — Problem, O Don, O Von, Lovelone, and Biggie — they ran the blocks like kings without crowns. Studio by day, street by night, they were untouchable. Tero’s voice carried weight both on mic and in chaos. But the life came with a price — blood, betrayal, broken trust, and brushes with death. Fame wasn’t enough. The cheers grew quieter. The shadows got louder. When the streets turned cold and everything he built started falling apart, a moment came — in a police cell, heart racing, blood on his hands — where Tero saw more than the mess. He saw a man he didn’t recognize. And then, through an encounter he never expected, he found light. TERO MANDEM is a story of grime and grace. It’s the journey of a young Ghanaian man torn between power and purpose, sin and salvation, chaos and Christ. From backstreets to backstabbing, from betrayal to the Bible, Tero’s transformation is raw, real, and revolutionary. This isn’t just a gang story. It’s a redemption anthem. And when the street speaks, it speaks through scars — but also through the healing that follows.

The mark on Ji-sung's palm never worked. For years, he was classified F-rank the lowest of the low in a world where Eclipse Gates tear open the sky and monsters pour through. Other Hunters fought. Ji-sung watched. Then he walked into a Dark Eclipse alone. And survived. When he woke up, the mark had changed. Not a system. Not a cheat. Something older a contract with an entity that calls itself the Contractor, offering one ability the Bureau has never recorded in any living Hunter: Absorption. Every enemy he defeats, he consumes. Every power he takes becomes his own. And unlike every other Hunter in history, his rank has no ceiling. But the Gates are not random. The monsters are not mindless. Something on the other side has been watching humanity for twelve thousand years building toward a single moment when the boundary between worlds finally breaks. Ji-sung is not the chosen one. He is the one who chose. ECLIPSE GATE is a progression fantasy about power built from the ground up, a team forged under impossible pressure, and the truth buried beneath a war that was never supposed to be a war at all.

"These are pretty minuscule spies, my lord," The leader said into his comms. They chattered among themselves. We had our hands up when they surrounded us. My throat clogged and I was running out of oxygen. I could barely think or breath. Mister Wigglesworth was talking briskly with bulging eyes to the colossal men and a rifle was lodged in his throat, he seemed frail and agitated. "Mort!" He threw the parcel into his hands. Mort winced when he failed to catch it. The box malfunctioned and I screamed at the blast and fell back into the shelter of more craters. I gasped. "What do I do with this?" His hand fidgeted on the and he dived behind a crate beside me while lasers flew. He panted and glanced at me holding on to the parcel. There was a skirmish going on. "I think I got hit." .... Remember when homicidal aliens were attacking us? This was now, yeah, it was kind of my fault. We were crouching like a couple of cowardly war veterans on a battlefield and Mister Wigglesworth! Of all people was out there holding them off. Mort held on to the prism parcel. My eyes were pale. I got hit by the parcel. I held on to my stomach. "Are you okay? Can you sit up straight?" He said. "No, it hurts," I did not feel like myself at all. I was not even in the mood to make snappy comebacks, I kept seeing double and all these color spectrums like I stared at the sun for too long. I was phasing in and out of consciousness. I thought I saw planets dying. I ducked over the end and focused on breath. [ System Activated ]