My Miracle Luna

Anthony Hudson was a broke pizza delivery driver until the night his girlfriend cheated on him, his mother collapsed, and he lost his job all at once. Then billionaire Robert Stark walked into the hospital claiming to know his mother — and offered to adopt Anthony as heir to the Stark Consortium on one condition: he has to marry one of Robert's seven daughters. Now Anthony is living under one roof with seven stepsisters, all with their own reasons for wanting him close. Welcome to the family, Anthony. They're already obsessed with you.

Caught up in a sinister plot against his family, Dean Bradson watched his mother be killed before his very eyes. Bloodied and left for dead, he was found and rescued by a young Mia Hamilton. It's been 15 years since that fateful day and Dean has returned to his old hometown with only three things in mind. The first was to find Mia Hamilton and repay her for her good deeds, the 2nd was to find the reason for his mothers death and punish those responsible, and the final reason was to fulfil the promise he made to a father he never knew. Dean was determined to make sure no one would stop him from achieving his goals

"Sign the divorce papers and crawl back to the gutter, vermin." For two years, Ren was known as the disposable, weak son-in-law of the ruthless Rossi Mafia family. They mocked him, calling him a coward who hid behind their empire. They didn't know the marriage was a calculated blind spot. It was a high-security sanctuary Ren chose perfectly to hide in while his cybernetic Death-Prediction System underwent a mandatory two-year dormancy. On the night his mafia queen of a wife coldly hands him the divorce papers to secure a syndicate merger, the countdown reaches zero. [System Update 100% Complete. Death-Prediction Matrix: ONLINE.] The leash is snapped. The Supreme Commander of the world's most lethal assassin vanguard has awakened. He doesn't need armies or guns. With eyes that calculate the exact time, cause, and probability of death for anyone he observes, Ren turns the city into his personal weapon. A failing chandelier, a ruptured gas valve, a mathematically flawless chain reaction... The Rossi family thought they were discarding a parasite. Instead, they unleashed the Reaper. Now, they will watch their criminal empire burn, one flawless "accident" at a time.

To the world, Salim Bakar was the "worthless" son of the elite Bakar real estate dynasty. While his brothers closed multi-million dollar deals, Salim spent his time on his phone, managing obscure influencers in the "frivolous" world of TikTok. The tension boils over at the Bakar Group’s 50th Anniversary Gala. In front of the city’s elite, Salim is publicly betrayed by his own father. "A Bakar is a lion of industry, not a lapdog for internet clowns," his father bellows. Disowned, stripped of his inheritance, and cast out into the rain, Salim is left with nothing but his smartphone. But the Bakars made a fatal mistake: they confused "quiet" with "weak." They didn't know Salim’s hidden identity. He is the "Ghost Manager," a digital genius who controls the world’s largest viral talent agency. With his Cold Protagonist mindset, Salim decides it’s time for a lesson in business. Using his God-Tier Manager System, he begins to manipulate the trends that the Bakar Group relies on for their "modern" rebranding. As Salim builds a new-media empire that dwarfs his family’s dying industry, the Bakars find themselves losing millions. Desperate, they seek a meeting with the mysterious "King of Influence" to save their company. The face-slapping begins when the boardroom doors open, and the "disgrace" they spat on is the one holding their debt. Salim isn't back for a reunion; he’s back for revenge.

Synopsis Killian Holland was a live-in son-in-law of the Pratt family. Unknown to them, he was secretly assigned to help his wife's family from bankruptcy. Killian had treated the Head of the Pratt family, and unable to rescue him completely, he made a vow to marry his daughter and help the company from collapsing. In the union, Killian was seen as nothing but a worthless fellow. They treated him like garbage. They turned him into their errand boy. On the last day at the Pratt mansion, there came a divorce. His wife filed for a divorce and not all, she tried to kill him. Killian Holland decided to get revenge for the humiliations, sufferings, and pains the Pratt family had made him pass through.

Humiliated by his cheating girlfriend and beaten like a nobody, he thinks he has hit rock bottom, until one phone call reveals the truth about his birth. Overnight, the broke waiter becomes the hidden heir to an empire powerful enough to make an entire city bow.

For three years, everyone saw him as nothing more than a useless son-in-law. But when his wife finally chose to believe in him, the man who had been hiding in the shadows decided it was time to show the entire city who they had been mocking all along.

"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.

Three months to live. Zero mana. One desperate lie. **That's how I became the most wanted man in Neo-Tokyo.** I told an assassin my body was "overflowing with Yang Energy." She blushed instead of shooting. I told an S-Rank Hunter her sword technique was "stiff because she's sexually repressed." She destroyed a mountain and swore eternal loyalty. I told a Succubus Queen I was "too powerful to be charmed." She became my maid. Now the is forcing me to maintain this ridiculous persona: **EXTERNAL:** "Kneel. You're not worthy of my touch." **INTERNAL:** *Oh god, if she squeezes my hand she'll break my wrist.* Every woman who desires me generates Desire Points. Lose their faith? I die. The Detective thinks I'm a criminal mastermind. The Heiress thinks I'm a caged god. My Disciple thinks my trembling is "restrained divine power." **They're all wrong. I'm just a dying scammer who weaponized charisma.** But here's the twist: The more they believe the lie... the more real it becomes. **[Warning: Contains Comedy, Face-Slapping, Steamy Mana Transfer, and a Protagonist Who Refuses to Break Character Even When Terrified]**

In a world filled with war, the only place you can take refuge is where war merges with sanctity. Altair did exactly that. Leaving his past behind, he entered the tower, the heart of Aculon. What will happen now, what he will experience, whom he will save and whom he will kill, is up to him, but one thing is certain: he will reach the top of the tower and take his rightful place on the throne.