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I’m a god of war, a mystery and perfect picture of complications. But don’t spill. They can underrate me all they want. They will never guess what my comeback becomes.

In a realm of elemental magic, sacred martial arts, and soul-bound systems, Kael has always been an outcast—no lineage, no strength, no future. But when he discovers a forgotten pendant buried beneath his childhood home, everything changes. The artifact awakens a system forged in ancient blood magic, unlocking not only hidden abilities, but a buried legacy tied to his missing parents and a war long erased from history. As Kael trains under unlikely allies—an exiled swordswoman and a cryptic mage—he begins to unravel the truth behind the Lost Sigil: a seal that binds the monstrous Wyrmbound beneath the earth… and a curse written into Kael’s very bones. Now hunted by factions who fear what he might become, Kael must walk through visions of a shattered past, wield new powers that defy understanding, and face the rising threat of the Rift—a wound in reality that dreams of waking. Will he rise as a healer, a warrior, or a vessel of the end? Legacy of the Lost Sigil is a thrilling blend of system fantasy, soul-deep magic, and ancestral secrets—for fans of hidden bloodlines, sentient artifacts, and high-stakes transformation.

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.

I want to create a kingdom where life is as convenient as I wish it to be. A comfortable world where everyone can laugh and enjoy their lives as much as possible. That's what I truly and honestly want. Ideals without strength are nonsense, and strength without ideals is empty, right? I'm a greedy guy, but I don't have an interest in seeking strength just for the sake of power, without the ambition to do something with it. But... "What are you saying? I'm the mastermind of the war between Dragons and Humans?" "Yes, Your Majesty. At that time..." "What are you saying? I am the mastermind of the Demon Race invading the central continent?" "Yes, Your Majesty. At that time..."

From Erwin Wickison I never asked to be here. One moment I was living my life, and the next I was dragged—along with millions of others—into a place ruled by a system that treats us like pieces on a board. Every Game is built to break something, whether it’s a body, a mind, or the small parts of myself I keep pretending are “good.” I’ve watched people die. I’ve watched people change. And I know I’m changing too. I just hope there’s something human left in me by the end… if there’s even an end. WARNING. This book contains smut, psychological decay, moral collapse, human intimacy twisted into survival, and a variety of horrors that do not wait for your permission before sinking into your mind. It will not hold your hand. It will not apologize. And it will not stop once you open it. If you continue, you’re choosing to step into a sequence of events designed to peel apart the comfortable assumptions you rely on to feel “safe.” Some of you will be fascinated. Some of you will be disturbed. Most of you will not remain the same. I’m not here to reassure you. I’m only here to tell you one thing: Whatever you think this is, whatever you think you know… you don’t. And once you begin, you can’t go back. — Welcome to the Games

After I took asleep in reality world, then awaken in dream world. I took asleep in the dream world, in the reality world I'm awaken. Since then, I don't know what the sleep is anymore. I slept, only to transfer my consciousness to the dream world for completing missions. The sweet days I met her only to staring her smile, that dream is caused it all gone. Encouraging myself to against The God who holds Miho as the hostage, I’m following his game to be a hero in another world planning growth my own strength to deal with slowly. On the time, I’ll punish The God with my hand as what The God did. “Miho, my dear. Wait for me, I’ll save you!”

I am the heir to a very wealthy Family, but I am also a useless son-in-law. My days of being bullied by others are over, and I'm going to make the entire world tremble for me.

Three months to live. Zero mana. One desperate lie. **That's how I became the most wanted man in Neo-Tokyo.** I told an assassin my body was "overflowing with Yang Energy." She blushed instead of shooting. I told an S-Rank Hunter her sword technique was "stiff because she's sexually repressed." She destroyed a mountain and swore eternal loyalty. I told a Succubus Queen I was "too powerful to be charmed." She became my maid. Now the is forcing me to maintain this ridiculous persona: **EXTERNAL:** "Kneel. You're not worthy of my touch." **INTERNAL:** *Oh god, if she squeezes my hand she'll break my wrist.* Every woman who desires me generates Desire Points. Lose their faith? I die. The Detective thinks I'm a criminal mastermind. The Heiress thinks I'm a caged god. My Disciple thinks my trembling is "restrained divine power." **They're all wrong. I'm just a dying scammer who weaponized charisma.** But here's the twist: The more they believe the lie... the more real it becomes. **[Warning: Contains Comedy, Face-Slapping, Steamy Mana Transfer, and a Protagonist Who Refuses to Break Character Even When Terrified]**

Daniel Hovsep had been working different types of part-time jobs to get a special gift for his girlfriend, Karol Kathie's birthday. On the day he was about to surprise Kathie on her birthday, it turned out that the wealthy and most influential student on campus, Orval Morris was proposing to Kathie on that same day. "Kathie! What are you doing with him?" Daniel broke into the crowd and shouted, feeling betrayed and hurt. "You have eyes and I believe you can see everything clearly for yourself. Morris is proposing to me and I'm happy to be his girlfriend." Kathie responded coldly, forgetting everything Daniel had done for her. "His girlfriend? How?" Daniel stammered, struggling to believe what he was seeing. "Dan," Kathie called out. "I'm a classic and beautiful lady as you can see. I can't stoop so low to be with someone as dirty as you are. I'm sorry, but please, go and look for your grade." Everyone who was there began to laugh at Daniel. Feeling shattered, Daniel replied in anger, "Kathie, get ready for me. You gonna fear my return including you all who bullied me." Be on the book, let's see together how Daniel will take his revenge....

Suddenly appearing in a different world, it looks like I got caught up in a Hero Summoning. And of course, I’m not the Hero, but it’s another guy……and while being very cautious and scared of the cliche-like development, I was thrown into the maelstrom of war……or not. The Demon Lord? It was defeated a thousand years ago. Hero? He’s just the main actor in a festival. Nobles? They’re kindly taking care of us. The Demon Race? They have good relationships with Humans. Wars? It’s already 800 years since the last one. Monsters? The Guild and Order of Knight are taking care of them. Return to Earth? It is eventually No-Risk. What I’m planning after being caught up into this? I’m gonna enjoy the life in a different world as much as I want to, go on a cultural exchange and sightseeing, and after experiencing the festival that is only held once every ten years……I shall go home safely. The other world was――at Peace. A kind world where the three races, the Demon Realm’s Demons, the God Realm’s Gods, the Human Realm’s Humans, they are kind neighbors to each other, with everyone living a peaceful and fulfilling life. But although I wished to peacefully spend a year before my return, for some reason, the heavyweights of this world keeps gathering around me....