My Gu Can Cultivate On Their Own

In a fractured kingdom shrouded by darkness, a young blacksmith named Kael discovers he is the last descendant of a vanished royal bloodline—and the only one who can break a century-old curse. Marked by a mysterious symbol that glows during eclipses, Kael is thrust into a perilous quest to find the Eclipse Amulet, an ancient artifact tied to his family’s legacy. But the Curseweaver, a malevolent sorcerer who thrives on the kingdom’s despair, will stop at nothing to ensure the curse remains unbroken. Joined by a rogue with a sharp tongue and a disgraced knight seeking redemption, Kael must navigate treacherous forests, face trials of magic and will, and confront the shadows of his own past. As the eclipse approaches, the fate of Lythoria hangs in the balance. Can Kael unlock the amulet’s power and save his kingdom, or will the curse consume everything he loves?

'I didn't kill him' I whispered my camera shaking in my hands while I looked at the blood on the marble floor. 'I know' the man in shadows whispered, his voice like velvet on rough ground. 'But the world believes that I did and you are the only one to attest to my innocence'. Elara Vance is a forensic photographer of the wealthy; a woman who sees the truth through a camera lens, and Silas Vane is the heir to a bankrupt empire who lives off the carrion of his enemies (known as the 'Vulture'), but when Elara catches him in the act of a murder she isn't supposed to witness he proposes a deal: either become his bride and his 'Glass Alibi' or she is the next body he will require her to photograph. In a world of predators can the man keeping her prisoner actually be her executioner...or her salvation.

I learned early that if you’re born at the bottom, the world doesn’t hate you. It just doesn’t see you. I wasn’t mistreated. I was useful. A donor. A background presence. The kind of person wealthy families keep around until they don’t need him anymore. I got good at being invisible. Then someone pointed a gun at my chest. And Seraphina Knowles, the most powerful woman in the city said, “Apologize to him.” Men who wouldn’t have remembered my name minutes earlier dropped to their knees. It should’ve felt like victory. It didn’t. Because power doesn’t erase what you were. It tests what you’ll become. Behind closed doors, I’m the Chairman of Prism Dragon Group. I could end careers with a signature. Crush bloodlines with paperwork. But I don’t move in anger. I watch. And when I start watching, I find something rotting inside my own empire money disappearing too carefully to be a mistake. Betrayal hiding behind polished smiles. This stops being about humiliation. It becomes war. Bennett Sterling inherited power but never discipline. He mistakes noise for strength. I let him believe that. Men who panic expose themselves. Now arrests are being made. Empires are trembling. And the boardroom is about to learn who truly holds authority. I won’t smile. This was never about proving them wrong. It was about making sure no one will ever decide my worth again.

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.

March 16, 2020 8 pm when the Philippine government implemented the nationwide lockdown to stop the spread of COVID-19. But ten years later, the planet earth became dominated by the dead and the living became the strangers in their own planet. The last laboratory still functioning in the world sent out a message that they finally found the cure to stop the spread of the virus. Problem is, how will the survivors reach the laboratory's location? How can they save humanity if they have to fight their way through dead walkers that will tear them into pieces when given the chance? Is there any hope left for humanity?

Betrayed by his own brother and left to rot in an S-Rank dungeon, E-Rank hunter Leo Thorne was meant to be a sacrificial lamb. But the abyss didn't kill him—it woke him up. Now tethered to the 'Primal Devourer System,' Leo returns from the dead with a hunger that can consume gods and a power that defies the laws of mana. To uncover the dark truth of his family’s legacy and survive a global bounty, he must devour his enemies and rise as the ultimate Sovereign. Will he save the world that abandoned him, or will he consume it to build a new one?

Matthias Claude, a poor college student living off his life with the small income he’s getting from food deliveries, discovers that he is the sole heir of a billionaire’s fortune. Finding himself with an unimaginable wealth, Matthias thought how this would make drastic changes in his life. More than that, he can start dealing with the people who tried to belittle him when he had nothing. But all of these come with a single condition– a wedding to the unknown Mirella Faith. Will Matthias bite the opportunity or keep his pride and just go up on his own?

After all the children at the orphanage where he lived were killed, Gerald fled aimlessly. That was when a gate appeared in the city, spewing monsters that attacked humans. Instead, humans awakened new abilities to fight those monsters. Except for Gerald, because he died. When everyone gained power, Gerald became the first human to die from this disaster. But when he opened his eyes, he was reborn in a new world. A very different world from the earth. [Congratulations!] [You have been reincarnated as disaster] [Reward: Promoted as Creator] [Destroy all the worlds and you can recreate the world. Your own world your own rules!] [Include: Resurrect the dead] A system appeared. He got the chance to create the world he wanted. However, the man who killed his family suddenly appeared in this new world. How could he exist in this world? That man approached baby Gerald and took something from him. [WARNING!] [YOUR DISASTER CORE HAS BEEN STOLEN!]

She believed she was cutting off dead weight. He was only hiding the weight of the world. Selene Carter thought her divorce from Edmond Welder would free her from shame, scandal, and a ruined reputation. What she didn’t know was that her ex-convict husband was not broken, he was bound. Bound by secrets, by missions that forced him into silence, and by a loyalty far greater than his own freedom. Now, as Edmond walks back into the world, not as a prisoner, but as a decorated 7-Star General, betrayals rise from the very family Selene sacrificed him for, and enemies stalk him in the shadows. Caught between two women, a collapsing empire, and the scars of his own heart, Edmond faces the hardest choice of all: live as the disgraced man everyone mocks, or rise as the protector only Selene now realizes she can’t live without. Love. Loyalty. Power. Revenge. The lines blur in this high-stakes tale of shattered trusts, buried truths, and the man who refuses to stay forgotten.

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?