Maison D'édition

Matteo and Sylvie are unaware of the generational curse that has befallen Sylvie's family . When Sylvie's parents learn of her accident, they rush to the hospital, only to discover an engagement ring on her finger. Distraught, the father confesses to the young couple that his family had been cursed by an angry Father D'Souza three hundred years ago, and that the spell prevented their daughters from marrying. The couple finds it difficult to believe, but they have little option because their lives are continually threatened. Matteo and Sylvie are unable to live without each other, but there is little they can do until Matteo encounters Professor Beth, the spiritual world's master. Professor Beth explains to Matteo that in some cultures, it was believed that a generational curse worked long after the person who had uttered it had died because it was thought that an evil curse, once uttered, stuck to an evil witch, and the witch then became the keeper of the curse, and it was the duty of that evil witch Krystle to make the curse come true generation after generation.  Professor Beth is questioned by Matteo if there is a method to kill the witch and break the curse. Professor Beth informs him that there was a way out, but it was dangerous. If he decides to seek down and eliminate a spirit, the spirit will be aware that it is being pursued. It would erupt into a conflict between man and the devil. Was he up to the task? Matteo declares to Professor Beth that he will fight for his love... and thus their adventure begins. Through a realm of terror and intrigue, as well as the never-ending battle between good and evil. Will love triumph over all?  

Kyle had never had it easy. Orphaned young and bullied by everyone around him, he pushed through each day for one reason only—his little sister. She was critically ill, and the only thing that could save her was the legendary, impossibly expensive 'Moonlight Potion'. His one shot? Becoming a Hunter. With real power, he could finally rise above, earn enough credits, and save the only person who mattered. Everything depended on his eighteenth birthday—the day he would awaken his talent. The day everything was supposed to change. And it did... just not the way he’d hoped. While others awakened fire, shadow, and lightning... Kyle got 'Bubble'. A talent that didn't exist in any known class ranking—from mighty SS to pathetic F. Unrecorded. Unrated. Unwanted. Useless. Weak. Pathetic. That’s what they called him. No guild would take him. No party would have him. But Kyle? He just smiled. Because they didn’t understand. Not yet. 'It’s not about the talent you get. It’s about what you do with it.' Let them mock him. Let them call him useless. Armed with an unknown power and an unbreakable will, Kyle walked into the dungeon alone. The world might see him as nobody for now, but he would prove that even an unranked talent could rise—and that the underdog everyone cast aside might just become a legend.

"Ah, Ethan." Marcus drawled, his voice dripping with condescension. "The prodigal son, crawling back for scraps." Ethan's face burned with shock and anger. "You're...you're behind this?" Ethan stuttered. Marcus chuckled, strolling closer. "I wanted to see if you'd learned your lesson. Are you still groveling in poverty, or have you managed to scrape together a semblance of dignity?" "You're like a dog, Ethan," Marcus sneered. "A dog that runs back to its master, tail wagging, hoping for a pitiful bone. You think you deserve better? You think you're worthy of our family's name?" "I don't need your approval or your family's name," Ethan declared, meeting Marcus's gaze. "I'll make my own way." What happens when an illegitimate son is disowned by his family on his wedding day, his wife abandons him and their three months old daughter after a year of marriage, and an accident which claimed his life occurs on the day he finds out a job interview he rushed for was a sham orchestrated by his own stepbrother.. But that's only where things gets interesting. «Ding! Greetings Host, I am Eminence, your companion towards fortune..» «Ding! For every living being you save, you get a $10,000 reward!» «Ding! For every successful roasting, you get a $10,000 reward!» «Ding! the system has seen your determination, and therefore you have been granted the skill: Unbreakable Will.» Ethan smirks.. "It has begun!" FROM ASHES TO EMINENCE

House Dragonsbane was the greatest of houses in verynia with mages so powerful they could slay dragons with a single spell, they ruled the 5 kingdoms for many years until Salomon of house Caine tamed and rode the dragons and defeated king Arvik Dragonsbane in battle, his son Eylon Dragonsbane became the last of his bloodline and was haunted by Greymon; son of Salomon. Many years after he succeeded in slaying the mage Eylon dragonsbane at the battle of the golden gorge however king Greymon Caine spared Leah; the newborn bastard daughter of Eylon and kept her in his castle imprisoned for 14 years before bringing her into the servitude of his own daughter; the princess Marilyn as a maidservant. But soon after, king Greymon died and Leah escaped with help from Oscar; one of the fiercest warriors in verynia and a former Commander of the spear hounds whom had asked for her hand in marriage earlier on, this prompted the late King's first born son and newly crowned king; Greynor caine to order them brought back and tried. In order to avoid capture oscar and Leah split up, this eventually led Leah to meet Zarr, an ally who she'd been searching for and whom would help her hone her magic whilst oscar was captured by the king's soldiers and brought back for trial where he was then sentenced to death, a verdict he escaped. Eventually the pursuit for Leah and oscar was halted when it turns out that the murder of king Greymon Caine was a declaration of war by joromy dragonsbane; another child of Eylon dragonsbane, a self proclaimed king of verynia and of all mages.

Even the coldest heart would soon grow warm if she kept holding on to it. That was what she believed. That was why she became his unloved placeholder of a wife. Unfortunately, all her devotion only led to a heartless divorce. “She’s awake now,” he told her. “Step down and step away, you miserable knock-off.”Then, he left. When he came back, it was because he needed her to do something only an impostor could do: go to jail for his dream girl’s crime. Deirdre McKinnon was condemned to perdition. She lost her baby before it was born. She lost her face to violence. She lost the ability to see. It was two months of a hell-like nightmare. At last, something died inside her heart. Two years later, she found herself another man, but when Brendan Brighthall met her by pure happenstance, a new feeling was born in his heart: jealousy. There were no means too terrible, no scheme too underhanded—not if it meant he’d possess Deirdre’s heart again. And yet, she simply refused to love him anymore.“What do you want me to do, Deirdre McKinnon?! What must I do to go back to the good old days?” His eyes turned red. “I’ll give you everything I have!”“You gave me a copper trinket two years ago. It was a sorry excuse for a wedding ring, and yet I cared for it as though it was the most precious jewel in the world…“But now? Nothing you can give would be even remotely worthwhile. Not even you.”

He, who was a great man and did right by everyone, have become nothing more than a washed-up nobody! “What happened!? Where did it all go wrong!?” he’d frequently ask himself, but arrived at the same conclusion, no matter how often he desperately sought a definite answer. He didn’t know! What he did know was that, right now, he was as broke as fu*k! Being the penniless man that he was, as he listlessly gazed into the sky, he contemplated what he could do to get out of his current situation. Even if not for himself, for the five children that were dependent on him. He needed money. He needed money to at least feed those who had the unfortunate luck of following him to his lowest point, even when knowing that his doom was set in stone. That's when he remembered something that was mentioned in the news earlier that day, “Genesis”, a VRMMORPG which created huge waves across the globe, whose story shifted and developed as the players affected the world itself. While that’s great and all, what really got his mind churning was how lucrative that game was and continued to be, as well as the possibilities it could provide him to help claw his way back up from his current circumstances. He, who only ever played games off his PC, decided to jump into the new world of magic and opportunity. But what he didn’t know was that the game would soon descend to reality!! *** Daily one-chapter update~ The cover image doesn't belong to me, leave a message if you want it removed.

“So this is what you really want, Jasmine?” he asked, his voice calm yet laced with an undercurrent of disappointment. “After everything?” She crossed her arms, her expression hardening. “Let’s not pretend there was ever an ‘everything’ between us. You don’t get to guilt me, Ethan. I’ve been miserable, living with a man who has no drive, no ambition. I’ve wasted enough time.” Ethan’s mouth tightened, but he stayed silent, letting her words sink in. She’d always seen him as a failure, the quiet husband who blended into the background. And now, with the prospect of a new life on the horizon, she was willing to cast him aside without hesitation. In that moment, Ethan felt something within him shift—a quiet yet powerful resolve. She had no idea who he was, what he had done for her, and the lengths he had gone to support her dreams while sacrificing his own. The weight of his hidden life, his secrets, his true identity, all of it bore down on him, but he remained silent. He calmly reached for a pen, signing his name with a steady hand. As he finished, he pushed the papers back to her, his eyes meeting hers with a new intensity. “You’ll get what you want, Jasmine,” he said quietly, each word filled with a weight she couldn’t quite decipher. “But I want you to remember this moment.” She blinked, confused, perhaps even a little unnerved by his composed demeanor. “Remember it? What are you talking about?”

As he considered the attack on Atlantis City, Drake's face darkened for a moment, but he shook his head to clear his mind and looked the king in the eye.I can only say that I was going about my business in the city from which I came when it was suddenly bombed.I was, as far as I could tell, the only one who made it through that.After that, I fell down a shaft, struck my head as I fell, and eventually fell asleep.Next thing I knew, I was here in chains.I'd rather keep things that way;I really do not want to discuss my past right now.Everything just went missing. The observers debated what they had heard as more murmurs and hisses filled the grotto. "I'm expecting that by 'bombarded' you imply that your city was gone after, right?"The crowd's murmuring was stopped when the king asked. Shortly after, Drake replied, "Completely leveled."Bastian tapped the high position arm with a claw a couple of times as he suspected peacefully.After that, he stood up straight and spoke loudly enough for everyone to hear. Bastian stated, "I would easily be able to say you’re not guilty of anything" if this decision were simpler to make.While the crowd erupted into a hystearical commotion, Andromon and Prismo shared a brief glance, displaying a hint of surprise.However, "I'm afraid I can't just let you off the hook, after your involvement with the actual thief's escape," he continued, immediately silencing the grotto.

My fantasy that evening was not a tranquil one. It was completely dark inside my head aside from the many air pockets drifting upwards with no sparkle or reflection, just dead circles. I was befuddled right away yet then, at that point, bigger air pockets gradually rose among the other, more modest ones and inside were pack mates. "You might turn into an omicron, or a pi, or far and away more terrible, an omega," I shuddered when I saw Draugluin's irate face as he counted down the positions as though my life's worth would as it were decline. «You want to be so presumptuous since you climbed in rank?" An air pocket of Draco's scowling face materialized with disdain filled eyes before he suddely vanished, passing on me without an opportunity to counter. "A powerless Xi like you," Another air pocket rose with Draugluin's pompous smile as he peered down on me. Stop I heard my powerless voice shout out among the vacant air pockets. "You are pointless as well," the rebel wolf chortled. "She would not fall back when she was told to," Lyall's enraged face frightened me. Lyall had never been so cross with me forthright where he'd place me down before Alpha however, that snapshot of selling out was agonizing yet not undeserving. It makes perfect sense to me, I yelled, however there was no reaction. "For what reason didn't you simply pass on it to the people," Auntie Mona had her arms crossed, a look of dismay all over.

In the cutthroat crucible of the city’s elite, Warren Buffet, a working-class man, was crushed under the weight of betrayal. Fired from his job, penniless, and struggling to provide for his wife and two kids, he returned home one fateful day to a soul-shattering sight: the city’s youngest billionaire defiling his matrimonial bed with his wife. The gut-punch didn’t end there. His wife, dripping with contempt, revealed the twins he’d raised for eight years weren’t even his. She sneered, calling him a deadweight, a failure who could never match her lavish desires. Divorced and discarded, she spat venomous truths that left Warren broken, his world in ashes. Not only that, Out of vexation he had used his belt on the youngest billionaire when he caught them so he had him set up and sent to prison... Not just any prison. Blackthorn! A hell on earth! The billionaires hands extended beyond the impenetrable prison to make life a living hell for him. But the city underestimated him. Fueled by rage and a burning need for retribution, Warren stumbles upon a mysterious ring—a dark artifact that anoints its bearer as the unchallenged king of the underworld. Imbued with unparalleled martial prowess and ancient medicinal knowledge, the ring awakens a new Warren, one forged in fire and vengeance. Every step he takes unravels treacherous alliances, crushes moral dilemmas, and obliterates those who dared to scorn him. Warren Buffet isn’t just rising—he’s rewriting the rules of power, and no one will ever call him deadweight again.