Lover

In a world where magic is bought with memories, Varek Soren trades the last warm thing he owns, the sound of his dead father's voice but the System hands him a blind, mewling creature everyone calls worthless. The crowd laughs, his fiancée turns away with cold eyes, and Varek believes his life is finally finished and over. He does not yet know that his death has not even started. Varek is not the failure the world sees. He is the last living vessel of Azrath-Kai, a Mythic Void Leech so dangerous the old gods sealed it inside his bloodline centuries ago. His father did not die in some random battle as he was told but he was killed by the lightbringer… Aurelius, the most beloved hero in the realm butchered Aldric Soren to keep the beast from ever waking and the woman Varek loves so much has known the truth all along. On the night after his deepest shame and disgrace, Vespera Ashford comes to him with warm food and gentle words, he still trusts her, he still believes she was forced to break their engagement, so he ate the food without questioning her or her sincerity not knowing that the food was drugged. He wakes strapped to a cold table with Vespera holding the surgical instruments, her new lover holding the lantern, and Aurelius the Lightbringer standing over him with a soft smile as he peels Varek's memories away layer by layer to rip the sealed beast from his living body. Varek dies in absolute agony, betrayed by the woman he gave everything to and butchered by the hero the whole world worships. Then he wakes up on the morning of the Summoning Day, two weeks before his murder, with the Regression Gift burning in his blood.

Jason Luther has spent three miserable years living as the most despised son-in-law of the powerful Rotterdam family. But humiliation is only the beginning. One night, while delivering food to one of the richest men in the city, Jason makes a devastating discovery. Behind the doors of a luxurious penthouse, he finds his wife in the arms of another man. Worse still, she proudly reveals she is pregnant with her lover’s child. When Jason dares to confront them, the powerful businessman orders his guards to beat him and throw him out like garbage. Bruised, broken, and desperate, Jason receives another crushing blow. The hospital calls. His mother’s condition has worsened, and she needs life-saving surgery within the hour—or she will die. With nowhere else to turn, Jason rushes to the Rotterdam mansion, where the family is celebrating the matriarch’s birthday in extravagant luxury. In front of the entire elite gathering, Jason falls to his knees and begs for help. Instead of mercy, he receives only mockery, ridicule, and betrayal. His wife publicly humiliates him and shoves divorce papers into his hands before he is thrown out into the pouring rain. Moments later, the final blow arrives. His mother is dead. A mysterious man appears to him. A Genie. Given three wishes capable of rewriting reality itself, Jason first brings his mother back to life—healthy, cured, and safe. With his second wish, he becomes the richest man in the world, inheriting unimaginable wealth, powerful connections, global companies, and influence beyond measure. They have no idea who they just betrayed. Now Jason holds limitless wealth, unstoppable power, and one final wish. And this time, he is not begging. He is coming back for revenge.

Who is he?! He is Liam Storm! The formidable zillionaire, worthy of shaking the city with just a blink of his eyes! Possessing an unquestionable power and acquiring enormous wealth, seems to be not possible but is that really true? After suffering a mental breakage from his ex lover, who cheated on him and losing all ways to become a better person, all hopes appeared to flood down the drain. But does fate really plays games? Unexpectedly, Liam's life made a sudden turn over to the extent, it bewildered him to the core... Now, it was in question what will become of him? **** " You......what gut do you have?! You of all people! You called me a cheat and a betrayal? Well, you can say that, but I don't give a damn! Do you think I am going to wait and starve with you?! What do you take me for? I was only doing you a favour by dating you, you don't have a future, a good life, job, a family, money, inheritance, status, name, house, car, career, investment, no worth, you aren't even famous or anything! Basically, you don't have anything! So, what can you offer me?! Tell me, Liam Storm, what can you offer me?! How can you make your life and my life better?! I thought since you graduated as the best student from the top college, you will be wealthy, but guess I am totally wrong! You are as worthless as a penniless bastard and nothing but a loser after your graduation!!" She spat angrily at him, pointing to him as she yelled. Then, she moved closer to the man on the bed and smiled at him.

Devansh Magnus is a broke university student, a walking tragedy, and worst of all—the infamous "Leash Lover" of his department. He had spent his days chasing after Aranya Sen, worshiping the ground she walked on, doing anything to get her attention. But in the end, what did he get? She crushed him like an insect. Kicked him aside like a stray dog. And just when he thought life couldn’t get any worse—Ashen Graves nearly sent him to the afterlife. Now, standing in front of a vending machine with an empty stomach and emptier pockets, he dug around, hoping for a chump change. Nothing. Except for one single, 4ucking useless coin. He stared at it, cursing his pathetic existence. Then, out of nowhere—he just started laughing. The kind of laugh that wasn’t funny, that teetered between despair and insanity. "This is it? This is all my life amounts to? Hahaha... Fuck my life." And then—something insane happened. [Ding! Suitable Host Detected...] [Synchronizing Thoughts… The Host’s Personality Meets the Criteria for Fusion…] [Ding! Initiating Fusion…] [Ding! Fusion Complete.] [Counter-Love Wealth System Successfully Activated.] Devansh’s eyes widened as the information flooded his mind. '99 TRILLION' in wealth. More money than he could ever dream of. But there was a catch—he could only spend it on beauties. And if he successfully countered a love attack? He’d get back 10% of what he spent, plus extra rewards. For the first time in his miserable life, Devansh grinned. He had begged. He had suffered. He had been used and discarded. But not anymore. Now, he would bind those untouchable women and turn the game in his favor. He wasn’t chasing anymore. Now, they would come to him.