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Gossip about Benjamin Frost, a husband and son-in-law deemed useless, has become the talk of Regal Hill. He resided in his wife's family home, taking on the role of a dutiful household servant, handling chores such as cooking and laundry. However, his fate took a sudden turn. While preparing dinner, his wife unexpectedly appeared with divorce papers, claiming she had found a more useful man. After signing the divorce papers, Benjamin deliberately cut his ring finger, allowing the blood to flow under his family's heirloom ring. At that moment, a magical doorway to knowledge opened within him. Instantly, medical expertise, martial arts, engineering skills, alchemy, and a myriad of other talents flooded his mind. While he was still reeling from the shock, several men in suits emerged from an SUV and approached him with a shout, "Young Master, you're back!"

Strategos Ryker Alden was Apex-ranked — the System's #1 human, the man who held the eastern Anchor Points single-handedly. Then the Collapse hit, his own command marked him for elimination, and the world watched their war god die. Six months later, he's alive. Level 1. Unranked. Forgotten by name, hunted by instinct because the officers who buried him know a truth no one else does: the Collapse wasn't random. It was timed. Engineered. And Ryker was the only man capable of stopping it. Now, under a stolen name, he's rebuilding from nothing while the faction that killed him consolidates a war he was born to win. Every Skill he reclaims, every Anchor Point he takes back, brings him closer to the men who erased him and to a truth about who gave the order that will burn the last thing he trusts to the ground.

In the darkest corners of Marseille, where hope sinks faster than a rusted anchor, an overdose should have been the end for Jean Valéry. But for this broken Navy veteran, death was only a doorway. He awoke with another soul burning within him—that of the Black Sea Alchemist, the failed guardian of Atlantis, whispering of ancient magic and the vengeance of the deep. Every corner of the Old Port is now his laboratory, every drop of polluted saltwater an ingredient for deadly potions and poisons. Fractured memories guide him, while a raw and dangerous alchemical power demands release. But Marseille is not only a haven for crime bosses. Deep within its murky waters, an ancient power has awakened, demanding accountability for the failures of his past reincarnations. To save the city, he must first seize it from the grip of the underworld. To atone for the sins of the past, he must become a monster in the present. This is not a story about the rise of a hero. This is a story of transmutation—how a broken man is melted down in the crucible of magic, malice, and destiny. The question isn't whether he will survive, but what he will become afterward: an unbeatable crime king, or a protector damned by the sea?

Everyone in Chicago thought Keith Cross was nothing—a discarded war hero turned human blood bank for his in-laws. His wife called him a leech, her mother demanded he donate or die, and her new lover promised to "drain him dry." But what they didn’t know? That “worthless freeloader” they mocked… was the Miracle Doctor they’d been desperately begging to save their dying son. “You think you can throw me out like trash?” Keith says with a slow, deadly smirk. “You’ve been living off my charity this entire time.” When Keith flashes his black VIP card, the world shifts. Elite restaurant managers fall to their knees. Security guards bow. And his ex-wife? She drops to the floor, begging for mercy after publicly calling him a busboy in disguise. “You said I was a blood bag,” Keith says, towering over her. “Funny. You never asked whose blood ran this city's veins.” She called him weak. He became untouchable. Now he’s back—to take everything they stole, and leave them gasping in the dust of his name.

Lucas Moreau spent three years as a live-in son-in-law to the Beaumont family — enduring daily humiliations, silent cruelties, and the slow erosion of his self-worth. When his wife, Céleste, betrays him in the most devastating way possible, Lucas walks out with nothing but his name. Or so he believes. That same night, a silver-haired man in a black Bentley finds him on the rain-slicked streets of Paris. The message is simple: Lucas's estranged grandfather, the patriarch of the Moreau dynasty — one of the oldest and wealthiest families in France — is dying, and he wants Lucas home. Armed with a centuries-old fortune, a brilliant mind sharpened by years of humiliation, and a fury that refuses to cool, Lucas does not simply reclaim his birthright. He dismantles every person who ever looked down at him — piece by piece, deal by deal, smile by cold, calculated smile. But as Lucas rises, he finds an unexpected compass in Isabelle Fontaine — a sharp-tongued master pastry chef who refuses to be impressed by wealth and sees through every one of his carefully constructed walls. In a world of glass towers and old grudges, can Lucas keep his humanity? Or will the hunger for revenge consume the one thing worth having?

"Kill it! It's a defect! A stain like that has no right to exist in our city!" I looked at the small, pathetic puddle of black ink at my feet. The High Inquisitor’s laughter echoed through the hall, followed by the mocking sneers of the elite. My family’s last hope was crushed. My rank was zero. My future was a death sentence. But as the guard’s boot came down to crush my "beast," the world went cold. "Don't," I whispered. It was too late. The shadow didn't die. It opened its mouth. One gulp. That was all it took for a Rank-B knight to vanish into the darkness. In a world where Beast Tamers are kings and ranks are law, I was born a zero. They called my summon a "Formless Blob." They sentenced us to death before we could even breathe. Little did they know, my beast isn't from this world. It doesn't have a rank because the system can't measure the Abyss. It doesn't have a limit because it grows by eating everything they hold dear. Ranks? Social status? Respect? My shadow is hungry. And today, the elites are on the menu.

Dante Moretti, the tactical genius of Italy’s most powerful mafia family, is betrayed and blinded by his own brother, Lorenzo. Cast aside into the dark corners of his own estate, he is forced to marry Elena Rossi, the daughter of an enemy sent solely to humiliate what remains of his dignity. To the world, Dante is nothing more than a living corpse, waiting for death to claim him. Yet within the eternal darkness, Dante discovers a way to “see” that ordinary men never could. Using Elena as both a pawn and his public face, Dante begins to crawl through the shadows. He hacks financial systems, sabotages smuggling routes, and eliminates traitors one by one with cold, deliberate hands. As entire mafia organizations begin to collapse without explanation, they finally realize one truth, the King was never truly blind, and he is coming to reclaim his throne in blood.

Three years ago, Drake, the legendary Asura Marshal, was the shield of the nation. But at the height of his glory, he was betrayed by the High Council and poisoned with the "Yin-Soul Toxin," leaving him crippled and powerless. To survive, he became the "trash" son-in-law of the Vance family. For one thousand days, he endured the world’s mockery. He was forced to eat scraps, sleep in a shed, and watch as his "wife" was insulted by arrogant young masters. The world thought the Dragon had become a worm. They were wrong. The three-year limit has expired. The poison is suppressed. The Dragon has opened his eyes. "Three years ago, you took my power. Today, I take your lives." With the Black Dragon Card in his pocket and the world’s most elite Legion at his back, Drake begins his bloody march to the Capital. The "trash" son-in-law? He is the world's richest man. The "cripple"? He can shatter mountains with a single finger. The "beggar"? He is the God of War who makes Emperors kneel. Step by step, Drake will reclaim his throne. And this time, he won’t stop until the Capital is dyed red.

At 18, Trenton Alex picked bottles at Westwood Elite University to survive. Girls stepped over him. At 19, Arthur Blackwood — the ghost who owned half the world and lived in rags on Venice Beach — left him $5 TRILLION with one rule: Marry Claire Sullivan, the 22-year-old Ice Queen CEO of Sullivan Biotech, within one year, or lose everything. Now Trenton owns the university that mocked him, the Bugatti they envied, and an invisible empire of banks, oil, and private armies. But his enemies hunt him. Falcon's Creed — the criminal organization Arthur founded 30 years ago that betrayed him and hunted him till his death. Every member has a black falcon tattoo on the left wrist. Leader: Kade Falcon. And Leon Shepherd — Arthur's half-brother, heir to the Shepherd family, 45, cruel handsome, silver hair. He wants the fortune by all means. He tried to poison Arthur. He tried to poison Trenton at his own charity gala. Trenton stopped wearing rags. Now he wears Tom Ford to war and Dior to class. He lives how he wants. And every woman on campus wants him

Robbin Vance, a disgraced, jaded Frontier Guard Captain, just wants to quietly get through his exile. When a lonely, remote mining colony falls silent, he and the keen-eyed young scout Elaine see what their eyes couldn't believe, a creature filled with bodies, rooted standing where they fell; their bodies welded, flesh to flesh and bone to flesh, with a weeping, black iron that glows with a pale, alien light in their eyes. General Alistair Thorne and his legendary lost legions have reemerged after one thousand years dormant in the earth below. No longer entirely human, they have become living dead soldiers fighting a thousand year old war to reconquer a continent, to destroy their long-time enemy, an empire the current modern world has unwittingly reconstructed itself around. To do so, Robbin Vance will have to work with Juliana, a natural philosopher with all the keys to the past, to mount a desperate colonial resistance against the brutal, snow-stained winter, and against these ruthless champions when the old world wakes up and finishes its war. To win the war, the living must learn to strike and defend what belongs to them.