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[ Soul Force: Exceptional.] [Title Granted: God of Songs and Music.] [Class: X. Dominion: All sound, all rhythm, all harmony and discord that ever was or will be] [Edge: Reality hums your melody. Creation dances to your chorus. Accept divine duty? [Yes] / [No] ] The world ended in an unbecoming way and from the Apocalypse rose a lot. Many of earth's population didn't survive, they were either dead or transformed into brainless mutants. The ones that did make it were granted powers! systems that helped them engineer the world and what was remaining of it. The weak souled ones Awakened with very very mediocre powers e.g. Knowing how to spot water e.t.c but the stronger souled awakened as S class granted legendary status and titles proclaiming them lord over thier powers. The stronger and rarer souled ones however, Awakened as X class a conventionally different specie of Humans...the system proclaimed them Gods and infinite. Now what happens when Tony burbry a boy who after an incident awakens as the God of sound....

Nelson’s marriage to his wife was nothing but a target for his in-laws’ insults. They mocked him for being broke, called him useless, and swore their daughter deserved better. Every word cut deep, but Nelson swallowed the pain, using it to fuel his hustle. He worked tirelessly, rising from nothing to unimaginable wealth. When he returned, it wasn’t just to flaunt his success—it was to humble them. Publicly, he exposed their hypocrisy, making them eat their words. Their regret was loud, their shame even louder, as Nelson proved that the poor man they mocked was now untouchable.

The world you know doesn't exist anymore... Relics, items created by the collection of human memories from ancient history and folktales descended on the world and wreaked havoc, causing an apocalypse level event that threatened the extinction of humanity. In the year 785 AR (After Relics) Ace Shadows, a member of the world's deadliest group of assassins decides to go on an adventure and puts together a group of talented individuals to journey across the globe to uncover the truth behind the great apocalypse 800 years ago...

Eighteen-year-old Tama had just set off from the market, buying the goods that his older brother usually did in the morning. But something struck him on that ordinary morning: his motorbike crashed, he almost die alone. No human passed by to offer help. Instead, a green-eyed owl came and said cryptic, weird messages before Tama returned to the actual world. At first, Tama thought it was a dream. The unemployment status he had caused him to follow the vague messages, only to realized that all he experienced may not be a dream. The myth of supernatural tied green eyes is so strong that it even extends to the social negativity of green-colored contacts in this subrub. Telling everyone what he experienced in the suburb when people frowned upon those with supernatural ties? It would be harder to navigate after Tama discovered that it was real. Now, how is he going to use it? Considering Tama's unemployment status and nosy neighbors plus friends that could be heard from half a mile, well....

Silence. Like a nice bucket of shhhhhhhhh. Everyone shut the effing fudge UP! That's all I've ever wanted. *Sigh.* But silence comes in different flavors. There's mint - the peaceful kind that wraps around you like a blanket. The kind I chase at 2 AM. I've cried once. Just once. With a bucket beside me, watching heroes with super suits and impossible strength tear each other apart. Somehow that feels less broken than my reality. Then there's the suffocating silence at school. Not an ice cream flavor. This one tastes like metal and shame. High school is my personal hell. Empty wallet, empty lunch tray, empty seat beside me like I'm radioactive. Empty soul on Wednesdays because middles are always the worst. *The usual.* But Emily made the silence bearable. Mint-flavored again. Until she broke something between us. *Snap.* One moment she's whispering secrets with me, the next she's weaponizing them. She scattered my private thoughts, added her own twisted lies. The betrayal burns hotter than the stares drilling into my back. I went from invisible to spectacle. Being a ghost feels like luxury when you're dodging spit balls and "accidental" lunch trays. But somewhere between my third panic attack and contemplating switching schools... *Something shifted.* Like in those games you play, when your character suddenly glows and the screen flashes: "New Skill Unlocked" And it wasn't just in my head. I tested it. Small things at first – a pencil moving across my desk when I focused hard enough. Then books. Then someone's lunch tray right as they walked past Emily. *tap tap tap* I used to think rock bottom was the end. *Well ladies and gentlemen,* it's just a really messed up spawn point. And now? I don't stumble from cliffs anymore. I swim in gravity, and dive head first.

Accursed Heir follows Pastor Elijah Longfellow, the secret guardian of Raven’s Hollow, known as Saint Longinus. Bound by a deathbed promise to his mentor, Elijah marries Lina Moreau, his mentor’s granddaughter, to protect her family from an ancient curse. But when Lina betrays him and reveals she carries another man’s child, Elijah’s heartbreak shatters the protective wards shielding her family. With the pact broken, the Bloodseekers—vengeful, soul-draining entities bound to the Moreau bloodline—return, seeking Lina’s unborn child as their cursed heir. As terror grips the town, Elijah learns that only a dark, sacrificial ritual can sever the Bloodseekers' link, though it will cost him everything. Torn between duty and morality, Elijah faces a harrowing choice to save the town and end his cursed love. Yet in his final sacrifice, he realizes he has become a tragic guardian, forever marked by the blood oath he couldn’t break.

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

Abandoned by the woman he loved for a man who represented everything he could never be...wealthy, powerful, untouchable—he is forced to confront the brutal truth of his existence. His home is nothing but a decaying room near a slum, his future looked nonexistent, his worth measured in what he could provide. When despair drove him into the night, it nearly cost him his life. On the brink of death, a mysterious voice offered him a single truth: “In this world, only wealth grants the right to live with dignity. Will you succumb or will you arise and conquer?” With no strength left to resist and nothing left to lose, he accepted his cruel fate and chose. What awakened was by no means a blessing but a predatory system that allowed him to steal wealth itself. Not just sheer money, but luck, opportunities, influence and skills, even the invisible advantages that keep the powerful on top and the weak beneath them. Every gain he makes is taken from someone else. Every rise leaves another person falling and crumbling in dust. As he climbs from the gutter into the hidden layers of society—corporate elites, criminal empires, and untouchable dynasties, he must confront a terrifying question: How much is a human life worth, when wealth can be taken by force?

🔥 The System awakened when the world ended. When a lightning strike nearly kills him, Marsel unlocks the Aethel Protocol System—a mysterious power that drags him into a deadly, game-like reality. With monsters rising and the undead swarming the city, he must follow the System’s commands, level up fast, and uncover the truth behind its real purpose. Because somewhere in the shadows, a powerful being is coming… the Shadow Queen, destroyer of worlds. Now Marsel must decide: Will he become humanity’s savior, or just another pawn in a cosmic war?

Adrian Kaine was once the deadliest operative in Shadow Unit, a black-ops division buried so deep in the government that most agents never lived long enough to speak of it. But when a mission in Kargath Province turned into a massacre, Adrian became the sole survivor, then the government’s most wanted traitor. His squad was slaughtered. Evidence was planted. His name was erased. And those who orchestrated the betrayal made sure he was declared dead. They miscalculated. Eighteen months later, Adrian resurfaces as a ghost in the ruins of his old headquarters, hunting for the truth buried beneath the ashes. But he is not the only one searching. Marcus Hale, his former teammate and supposed friend, now leads a covert kill team tasked with eliminating him. Above Marcus sits Colonel Mason Kade, the official who signed the order that condemned Adrian’s entire squad. And watching all of them from the shadows is a faceless mastermind known only by a single encrypted codename: Cipher. As Adrian follows a trail of classified leaks, dead operatives, and impossible coincidences, he uncovers a horrifying secret: a covert plan known as the Ashen Protocol, designed to rewrite the balance of global power—using bodies like his as the foundation stones. But the deeper he digs, the more the truth twists around him. Old allies hide new agendas. Enemies speak with familiar voices. And the real traitor may be closer than he has ever imagined. Hunted by governments, mercenaries, and a ghost from his past, Adrian must become something colder than a soldier and deadlier than a weapon. He must become the nightmare they tried to bury. And this time… he’s not the one running.