My Destined

"Congratulations, my Heir," a mysterious figure declared, "you have proven your worth, and you're now the Heir to the God of Healing and Medicine, Elandor!" Suddenly, I found myself in excruciating pain, hanging on the edge of a hill. The figure's words barely registered, and I felt like I was forgetting something crucial. Before I could make sense of it all, I blinked, and the pain was gone. My wounds had vanished, replaced by a newfound strength. There, around my neck, hung a gemstone amulet. I gasped as the amulet shone, flooding my mind with knowledge. "In the realm of healing, I'm the ultimate arbiter of life and death. As Elandor's heir, I command over ailments and the frailty of life. I am the embodiment of healing's power and authority." As memories flooded back, I realized why I was here. Darius Blackthorn, that treacherous scoundrel, had thrown me down this hill. "I won't let you get away with this. I'll have my revenge for all the pain you caused me. I'll show those Rossi family snobs who mocked me for being poor and treated me like a live-in servant. You'll regret ever looking down on me. I'm a god's heir, and you will pay for every bit of suffering you put me through." Fueled by rage, I stood there, determined to make them all pay.

What will you do when you find out the woman who killed your parents, the woman you have vowed to have revenge against, is your mother? Devon was switched with his wife at birth by his murdered fake parents and was the rightful owner of the inheritance from his dead father-in-law. But will his mafia mother-in-law, who has hated him since day one, let him have it easy when she has been striving for her other son to get it all? "Hello, my name is Devon Nelson and I changed from fugitive to billionaire when I learned the truth. Unfortunately, my mother wants my life."

Immortal Emperor Dao was tricked into believing that capturing the wheel of time and space would fulfil his longtime wish of having children and a Dao companion of his own, but he ended up losing his original body, and his soul travelling through space into Earth possessing Old Ye who has eleven grandchildren. "Grandpa, I lost my job because my Boss instructed me to tell you to sell the Old Ye property" "Is your boss tired of living? Don't work for him, a Boss like that isn't even worthy to be the shoe carrier of Emperor Dao's grandson" "Grandpa, My husband's family want me to divorce my husband because I couldn't give birth to a child" "Is just giving birth to a child, I will give you a pill that you will give birth to triplet, are they worthy to be in-laws of Emperor Dao? They should be burning incense to their ancestors for getting such an undeserving opportunity" Heaven above and Earth below, who can make prideful Emperor Dao lower his head?

[System + Monster evolution + Weak to strong + Catastrophic class Apex progression] I hatched from an egg in a fantasy world with a system screen. I’m not a hero. I’m not even a person anymore. I’m a Helion - the hatchling form of an apex predator, cursed with a hunger that never stops screaming. In this world, if you don’t level up, you’re just meat. And right now? I’m the smallest, most tempting steak in the forest. The System doesn’t care about my morals. It wants me to kill, to evolve, and to climb the weak-to-strong ladder until I’m the one looking down. But every time I sharpen my claws, I feel the human part of me slipping away. Instinct says devour. My conscience says protect. They call me an Alpha - but they’ve never seen a predator who chooses to stand between the monster and the prey. As Helis, the forgotten energy of creation, begins to burn through my veins, the forest is starting to realize I’m not just another beast to be hunted. I’m the one who’s going to change the rules.

How do you feel about life? Is it the purpose? Is it because everything must have a purpose? Explore the deep character of a creature, in search of the meaning of life. Commander Tatiana and her team explore the deepest parts of the Andromeda Galaxy. "From that moment, my existence became purposeless. I had no reason to exist. I started wandering around, going from one-star system to another without any objective. There were no directives in my command-level database so shutting myself down was impossible. I also could not simply jump into a star which would cause self-destruction because my self-preservation directive was still in place. So, my main objective became to observe the remaining organic species from a distance. Most organic species used to avoid me. I always threw a ping at the passing ships but as Yolin once said, it would be very “Organic” to be “afraid” of a 10km long sentient starship that has weapons which can destroy a planet. I however didn’t know the concept of fear. I had a directive not to harm organics, so I had to follow them. Fear is not in my database." Maybe you can find the deeper meaning of those words. What starts with a simple exploration journey, becomes something more.

In a cultivation realm that upholds the accumulation of good karma as the only path to enlightenment and power, an anomaly named Arion emerges. Unlike his peers who pursue virtue, Arion is mysteriously endowed with a unique System that grants him power from the most unholy sources: the sins, hatred, and regrets of others. The greater the conflict, tragedy, and suffering surrounding him, the more formidable the cultivation energy he absorbs, making him an increasingly powerful anomaly in a world that condemns the very source of his strength. However, this power comes with unexpected and heartbreaking consequences. Women who are deeply connected to Arion's emotions—whether through sympathy, conflict, or fate—will inevitably be bound to his "karmic chains." This bond is not the result of ordinary seduction or romance, but rather an unbreakable spiritual tie, making them part of Arion's cultivation process. Elders and elite sects view him as a threat, an embodiment of darkness that must be eradicated. On his journey, Arion must not only fight powerful enemies but also grapple with the morality of his own power and the fate of the women bound to him. Questions about the justice and truth of the karma believed by the world begin to surface, sparking doubt about the very foundations of their faith. Arion and his System are not a curse, but a cosmic correction tool, an entity destined to rebalance the order of the universe that has long since strayed. He is the "Balancer of Fate," tasked with restoring true balance between light and darkness, sin and virtue, even if it means destroying the foundations of the world he knows.

Introvert!? Me!? The hell am I an introvert? I stay indoors all day because I am afraid of getting my butt kicked. Until I contract my beast, I won’t be walking freely. This is a promise I made to myself. My name is Ryder, and I am black-marked. The planet where I live is dominated by summoners. If you guessed it, then you are right—we contract beasts from the Astral Shadow Plain and summon them at will after successfully forming a contract. A mark appears on the left shoulder of every human after a period of maturity, a mark given by the beast that chooses you. There are five different types of marks—the brown, the orange, the red, the black, and lastly, the white. Of all the markings, I was marked black. I was chosen by a supreme demon monarch of the Astral Shadow Plain—the Dracogon. There was only a 0.5 percent chance for me to survive the contraction process. However, with a slight twist in the original outcome, contracting a creature from the black-marked plain was nothing compared to the catastrophe I caused shortly after—I opened a link between the beasts of the Astral Shadow Plain and the planet of humans, Terra. Everyone on my planet has been endangered because of me. The fact that no one knows when the link will trigger and cause a breach that pours mindless creatures into my world makes it all the more unsettling. Now, with no other choice, I have to find a way to resolve the mistake I made—alone, just like I caused it.

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.

In the Astrala Continent, spiritual talent is everything, and Ravian Arkana is a cursed anomaly. Born without Spirit Meridians and suffering from a physical disability in his legs, Ravian lived as trash in the eyes of the noble Arkana Family. The breaking point came on the night of his engagement, which was meant to ensure his protection; instead, he was betrayed. His fiancée, Lin Xuelan, along with his half-brother, shattered his bones and cast him into the Soul Annihilation Abyss a place where gravity crushes the soul and darkness swallows existence. However, death became the gateway to a taboo ancient power. At the nadir of his consciousness, Ravian awakened the Forbidden God System. This system did not grant miracles of light, but rather power from the deepest darkness: the Hell Meridians. With a body reconstructed by hellfire and legs now capable of moving beyond the speed of sound, Ravian crawled out of the abyss no longer a weakling, but an entity destined to exact vengeance against fate. Ravian’s journey is a symphony of blood and tears. From a mocked, disabled servant, he transforms into a mysterious figure who topples great sects and exposes the hypocrisy of the gods who rule the world. Every step he takes carries a message of death for those who once trampled him. The world that once discarded him must now tremble, knowing that the survivor of the Soul Annihilation Abyss has returned to claim the throne foretold in forbidden prophecy.

I thought all the good fortune had finally come to me. The people I thought were my saviors turned out to be imposters. My life was miserable and full of ugliness until a servant came to me and told me who I really was. Covenglory, a surname that could frighten others, and I used that name to make them feel what I felt before.