My Gu Can Cultivate On Their Own

They call me Julian Mercer and I keep my head down because I learned the hard way that a name can be a target. I answered an ad for a rental and signed a paper I promised myself I’d never sign: a marriage contract. The job was simple — be the son-in-law for thirty days, take the money, be gone. The family needs a “son” to secure a heritage grant and I need the cash to buy a clean slate. What I didn’t plan for was the way Lila Ardmore looked at me like she already knew what I was hiding. Another thing I didn’t plan for was the ledger in an old piano and the way a neighbor called my mother’s name, and the knot in my gut that felt like an alarm the night someone tried to burn the past into ash. I came to act. I stayed to fix what I broke, and the longer I stayed the more I realized the man I was taught to be will not survive who I have to become. If you want my story, read it from where the dark starts.

A murderer. A crazy woman. Is what they all call me. Apparently to me, I'm seeing the dead, which makes me crazy to everyone, but I know I'm not. Being stuck in a psychiatric hospital with a pending murder case at hand is not how I pictured this time of my life. I don't really get it. I am a lot of things that I'm not proud of, but certainly not a murderer. How on earth will I be able to vindicate myself if the dead is making me look like a murderer? How will I be able to vindicate myself when my past ways isn't even something to write home about, and all it can do is just spice up my case? How will I be able to save myself when I, and the dead was never in good terms, and I happen to be the cause of it all? What have I done to myself?

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 a world where celestial artifacts bestow immense powers upon their wielders, a daring group of thieves sets their sights on an artifact said to grant the power of creation itself—the Celestial Nexus. With the fate of the realms hanging in the balance, the thieves must outwit powerful guardians and cunning adversaries while facing their own past mistakes. Each member of the team has their motivations and secrets, and as the heist unfolds, loyalties are tested, alliances shift, and unexpected alliances are formed. The core struggle becomes not only about stealing the artifact but also about whether the team can resist the temptation of wielding such unimaginable power.

What happens when a supernatural being escape from the hell prison into the mortal world? Will our main protagonist be able to capture it again? Will he be able to do it? One of the angelic beings and leaders to supervise all being in the universe, had the task of imprisoning the criminal and returning it to hell. But, it was impossible for a powerful angelic being to appear in the world due to the restrictions of power. So, he can only be reborn as a mortal. Following him was his twin and their pets but in the mortal world, the twins were separated with no memory as formal angels nor power. As for their pets, they can go and return between dimensions. Yet, as if the universe itself pity the mortal world, it gives birth to a powerful group of abilities with a medium to help the twins fight the hell criminal. But, to balance the world, under the hell criminal control, a human with dark abilities also appear. After 500 years... "Remember, Kairi. You're my brother. Although we're not blood-related, I have every right to protect you." - Rafiz "WE WELCOME OUR MASTER OF STELLARS!" - Pegasus Spirit. "I thought I have killed all the Knight Seeyer but... Clearly, I left one more..." - Dark Ries. "We have to take him to Syarantonia." - Agi "Oh star who is my slave... Destroy all obstacles that obscure my path! - Kairi "Searched for that boy. Do not let him live!" - Dark Revier "I think... I might have fallen in love with him. But, he is not an ordinary man." - Aries

“lin, by marrying into my family, you’re living a matrilocal life. Not only do you have to abide by the Three Obediences and Four Virtues, you also have to cut connections with your family!” “That’s your own sister, so why should we spend our money to save her?” “Hmph, are you saying that it concerns a human life? What is your sister’s life worth? The Walters are a worthless family. Otherwise, why did you choose to be a live-in son-in-law here?” While Lin Walter rushing to the hospital, the mocking voices from Alima Bekerly his wife’s, family kept echoing in his ears as he was recalling them from memory…

On the day the sky cracks open and Earth becomes the Eternal Death Game, ordinary high-schooler Li Ming dies horribly in the first monster tide, only to awaken with all his memories intact and the exclusive Reincarnator’s Throne System. While millions of players struggle to survive endless monster waves and brutal PvP zones, Li Ming discovers he can steal every skill, stat, and title from anyone who dies within range, reset dungeons for infinite farming, and turn each of his own deaths into permanent, multiplying power. What begins as desperate survival quickly becomes calculated domination as he systematically harvests the fallen and grows stronger with every reset. But as he dismantles arrogant guilds and exposes hidden Game Masters who rig the apocalypse for their own benefit, Li Ming uncovers the horrifying truth: the Eternal Death Game was never meant to be survived. It was designed by ancient Architects to harvest human souls as fuel. The top players and guilds are merely pawns helping run the farm. Now, armed with a system that lets him break the rules themselves, Li Ming must decide whether to keep climbing alone… or shatter the entire Game and claim the Throne as the new god of a broken world. Will one reincarnated teenager succeed in turning the ultimate soul-harvesting machine against its creators, or will the Architects crush him before he can rewrite reality itself?

I remember the day everything burned like a wound that would never heal. Flames stole my family — my parents were ripped from me, my little brothers and sisters turned to ash — all because debts bled our name dry. They came in the night with torches and cold mouths, set our home alight, and watched the world I knew collapse into smoke. When I thought the world had taken its last piece of me, something — someone — stepped through the blaze. I could not tell if it was man or woman; the fire kept the savior's shape blurred and holy, as if the flames themselves had given birth to a protector. They pulled me from the ruin and vanished like a promise. For seven years I answered a different kind of fire. I joined the army and let the drill and the discipline burn the broken parts clean. My hands learned steel. My bones learned marching. My nights learned keeping watch. I learned how to turn pain into armor, sorrow into strategy. I was forged in training fields and battle lines until a new name fit me. I am Kaelor Thane now — not a child who once cried over ash, but a force that arrives on the war road without apology. They called me the God of War because I learned to move like thunder and strike like winter. I carry no mercy in my pocket; I carry only the weight of a debt to be settled. Those who think they can stand between me and what I owe will learn the hard truth: I do not forgive. I do not forget. I return to make the ledger even, and I will make them pay in ruin, pain, and a silence that remembers my name.

In my former life, I was a female healer, unaware of the true extent of my powers. My abilities caught the attention of an S-rank guild, and I was recruited with promises of prestige and respect. But instead of the honour I was promised, I was met with betrayal and cruelty. They saw me not as a person but as a tool to be used and discarded. I endured unspeakable suffering—raped,abused, exploited, and left to die when they no longer had use for me. But fate granted me a second chance. [Ding!] For enduring so much suffering until death, you have awakened the Pleasure system. You will be reincarnated into a new body. Would you desire any changes? I was reincarnated as a boy, this time gifted with the power to manipulate time and a pleasure system. As my abilities awakened, so too did the memories of my past life. The pain, the humiliation, and the injustice—it all came flooding back. This time, I vowed, and things would be different. I would not be a victim again. I would rise above the cruelty of my past and claim the power and respect I was denied. Yet, revenge is not my sole purpose. I will become the strongest, the richest, and the most influential figure in this world. I will amass power not just for vengeance but to ensure that no one can ever take advantage of me. As I ascend to the pinnacle of strength and wealth, I will claim what was once denied to me: control, respect, money, and the loyalty of those who once sought to destroy me. Rated 17+, advised not for viewers younger than the age of 17. Discord group link: https://discord.gg/aUkraKD7

In a world where cultivation is the sacred path of body and soul, Lin Cang possesses neither. He awakens in the body of a young man with no meridians, no dantian, and no soul-sea—yet he lives. Shunned by the natural laws of heaven and earth, unable to walk the orthodox path, Lin Cang discovers a different way: the Dao of Form. Through mysterious patterns and ancient blueprints only he can perceive, he begins to reshape his own body—piece by piece, refinement by refinement—into something the world has never seen. In a realm of righteous sects, blade-wielding prodigies, and soul-bound cultivators, Lin Cang must conceal the truth of his existence while carving out his own legend. But the more he transforms, the more a question begins to stir: if he was never truly human to begin with, what will he become by the end? A tale of identity, power, and reinvention, The Puppet Dao blends classical cultivation adventure with a unique journey of self-crafted evolution. The path to immortality is written in flesh and spirit—but Lin Cang will write his in wood, will, and wonder.