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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.

Yan Ming the King of hell, Ruler of the abyss, one of the ten primordials was betrayed by three of his seven wives after a clash with his arch-enemy Ling Yi. Yan Ming fell to the assault but the three generals were unable to retrieve hell's mandate who deemed them unworthy of wielding it. Yan Ming reincarnates as a normal human with the mandate linked to him as a system guiding him to regain his powers with only one mission for him to fulfill. {Main Questline: Reclaim ownership of the infernal realm} {Time Limit: 5 years} {Penalty: Permanent loss of the title "King Of Hell, Ruler of the abyss} Guided by the mandate now recreated into a system, Yan Ming rises from a mortal body to reclaim control over hell and exert his dominance. During his journeys he discovers fragments of past events and uncovers his true desire, forfeiting the control over hell in pursuit of his own true desires and rewrite his own life from being chained down to an empty throne to become his own free man. Unbothered and unchained to no one and nothing he sets out for his journey to discover the origin of Dao and achieve the legendary final realm, the true pinnacle of cultivation! --- A book based on unraveling the different mysteries of cultivation and the universe, very fast paced and diverse. I'd recommend you check out the free chapters first and try making a guess regards the novels plot what do you think? The novel looks a bit slow in the initial arcs but eventually get better as it moves on, thanks for reading!

"That's a check for one million dollars. Take it and leave. Go reunite with your mistress and live your lavish lie." Caroline's voice cracked as she slammed the check against August's chest, her eyes red-rimmed and burning. For three years, she had played the loyal wife to a crippled man. Three years of silence. Three years of him vanishing each month without explanation. Three years of missing money and whispered rumors she'd desperately tried to ignore. She loved him once. But even love has limits. August watched his devastated wife walk away, her footsteps echoing like a death sentence. The truth sat on his tongue—boiling, desperate to be free. But he swallowed it. Not yet. For her safety, she had to remain in the dark. Three years ago, he emerged from a brutal war victorious but broken—ambushed when his strength was at its lowest, his legs shattered, his body labeled useless. They wrote him off. They laughed at the wheelchair-bound shell of a once-great warrior. But August never accepted that fate. As the door slammed behind Caroline, something inside him cracked—not broke, cracked open. His Qi, long dormant, surged like a tidal wave. And for the first time in three years… August stood. The wheelchair sat empty. Now, the man they abandoned is rising. His enemies will kneel. And his wife? He will protect her from the very family scheming to strip her of everything—even if she hates him for the secrets he kept. Let them come. August is done sitting down.

“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?”

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.

For years, Mikael Winston let the world believe he was nothing. He played the fool so his family would have one less person to fight over the inheritance. He buried his name, his pride, and everything he was capable of becoming just to keep the peace. Then, when fire tore through a burning building, he risked his life to save a woman— and paid for it with his face. The woman he saved married him anyway. At least, that was what he believed. One week was all it took for her to reveal the truth. She had gotten what she wanted: a fifty-million-dollar contract signed by his hands, her fortune secured, and no intention of staying married to the scarred man she'd once pretended to love. There had never been a real marriage. No vows that counted. No future together. Just humiliation. And somehow, through a cruel twist of fate, Mikael was legally bound to another woman instead—a young maid with nothing but a scholarship, a kind heart, and nowhere else to go. Like him, she had been discarded by the people who were supposed to value her. They laughed at them both. They should have been more careful about who they were laughing at. Because Mikael Winston was never the useless man they thought he was. The heir they buried had finally come home. He built Vivienne's fortune with his own two hands. Now, he'll tear it down the same way. Piece by piece. Deal by deal. Until her empire is nothing but ruins—and the only name anyone remembers is Mikael Winston.

Tristan Asher died on the floor of the Apex Gate, betrayed by the one man he trusted, while the world he'd spent five years trying to save burned around him. Then he opened his eyes in his own apartment—twenty-three years old, five years younger, fourteen hours before the sky cracks open and everything begins again. This time, he's not here to be a hero. He's here to win. He has a list. Every gate, every betrayer, every mistake that cost him everything—he remembers all of it. What he doesn't expect is her. Kira Knight should be a stranger. Instead, he already knows her coffee order, the way her voice drops when she's trying not to cry, and exactly how she died in the life he's not going back to. He can't tell her any of that. He can't tell her he's already loved and lost her once, or that the System itself has a name for what he is—and a warning waiting underneath it: *you are not the first.* Someone else came back before him. Someone else had the same plan, the same knowledge, the same fourteen-hour head start. It didn't work. Now Tristan has seventy-two hours to become someone the apocalypse hasn't already beaten, a woman he isn't allowed to love yet, and a truth he's terrified to find out—why every version of this story before his has ended the same way.

Every Divine Contract comes with a debt. When it can no longer be paid, angelic Collectors descend, claim the contractor's soul, and leave behind nothing but a mindless Default. Fifteen years ago, Aeron Cross watched his parents get Collected. Since then he has lived for one purpose: to grow strong enough to kill what should never be able to die. He never gets the chance. A breach the Accord should have stopped tears through Sector 9, and Aeron becomes one more soul dragged out of a fleeing crowd. On another world, in the same second, Kai Osei, the greatest chess mind alive, collapses at the board moments after winning the World Championship. His whole life was spent finding the one weakness his opponents never saw until it was too late. Something reaches across the dark and moves a piece. The two deaths collide, and it isn't Aeron who opens his eyes. Kai doesn't know this world's rules. He doesn't need to. He can see them: every Contract is a position, every debt a price someone agreed to without checking the math, every god's certainty the one assumption nobody ever tested. But the body he wears still burns for a revenge that isn't his. Kai wants only one thing: to get home to his sister. Whatever dragged him here wants something else entirely. He stops asking how to survive this world. He starts asking who taught the gods they'd never have to lose.

BLURB Alex had everything. A father’s name, a company built with his blood, and a home that was supposed to be his forever. Until Victoria came. In 48 hours, his entire world collapsed. His father died. The will left him with nothing. His name was dragged through the news for a fraud he never committed. And the only house left in his name became a trap with cops waiting at the door. He ran hrough empty streets, through the night, through a forest where no one could hear him scream. But running didn’t save him. A group of masked men found him first. When he woke up, he wasn’t dead. He was in a strange room with white walls, bandages on his arms, and two nurses who couldn’t be more different. One was kind, the other, Karina who turned out to be his first harem, looked at him like he was trouble waiting to happen. He was alive because of a man he’d never met. Mr. Giffs. The owner of this place. A man who rescues people “in need.” But nothing in this place is free. “You’re on the run, right?” Karina asks him on the third day, her red hair falling over her face as she sits on the edge of his bed. “Yes.” “Then Mr. Giffs thinks you’ll be fit for the circuit.” “Circuit?” . “The question is… are you willing to draw blood for blood?” Now Alex has a choice. Stay broken and let Victoria win. Or fight back in a world where the only way to survive is to become the very thing that tried to destroy him. A story of betrayal, survival, and revenge. When they take everything from you… how far will you go to take it back?

[!]: SYSTEM START: Ancestral Resonance Cultivation Ascension Nexus (ARCAN) [!]: Genre: [Hunter System] x [Weak-to-Strong] x [Cultivation] [!]: Objective: Survive the Gate. Sow the Seeds. Build the Empire. --- Rome D'Angelo is a One-Star Hunter with twenty-one essence points, thirty thousand dollars in debt, and a survival instinct that borders on suicidal. His life is a simple, three-step cycle: 1. Fight monsters far above his pay grade to keep the lights on. 2. Nearly die in the process. 3. Get patched up by Kiona Tsukimori, a Three-Star healer way too talented to be wasting her mana on him. She thinks he’s an idiot with a death wish. He thinks she’s the most beautiful woman who’s ever yelled at him. It’s a match made in whatever circle of hell spits out One-Star dungeons. But when a routine raid turns into a Double Dungeon slaughter, Rome makes the ultimate gamble: he sacrifices his arm to ensure Kiona’s escape. He expected death. Instead, he got a voice in his head. [ SYSTEM INITIALIZED. CLASS: SOWER ] Rome has awakened a power that defies the laws of the Hunter world. He doesn’t just level up by hoarding strength; he ascends by cultivating it in others. The catch? His growth is tied to forging deep bonds with "S.E.E.D.S"— people with latent, world-shattering potential. And his first compatible target is the very healer who just watched him die. Now, every date is a quest, every touch is cultivation, and every shared heartbeat brings them closer to godhood. Rome just wanted to pay his sister’s tuition. Now he has to survive monsters, guild politics, and a harem of dangerous women who might just be the death—or the making—of him.