Mère Célibataire

[Kill. Plunder. Evolve. Dominate.] ​Alex Vane was a nobody—just another delivery driver trying to survive the daily grind. That was until he woke up on Dead Man’s Isle, a secret testing ground for the sinister Sterling Genetics Corporation. ​Surrounded by cybernetic horrors and prehistoric beasts, Alex should have died within the hour. Instead, he awakened the System. ​Defeat Enemies: Loot their stats. ​Survive Trauma: Unlock hidden skills. ​Inject the Serum: Become the Juggernaut. ​From the blood-soaked jungles of Sector C to the neon-lit slums of Sector B, Alex clawed his way to the top, only to be betrayed and cast into the deepest hell: Sector Zero. ​But the Abyss didn't kill him. It forged him into something else. Something... unstoppable. ​Now, he returns to the surface with a Gravity Warhammer in his hand and an army of the damned at his back. The scientists wanted to create the ultimate weapon? They succeeded. ​And now, the weapon is coming for them. ​"System Status: JUGGERNAUT. Strength: ERROR."

The event: an unforeseen cataclysm which wiped out all of life leaving but a fraction… So they say, but I know the truth, even though I'm uncertain of how it really happened. I can't seem to remember much. Compared to when i first awoken, 50 years ago, even if it's a fraction I'd call it progress. Over 200 years has passed since the event and I'm trying to find the answer to how this place came to be. I know it's not going to be easy and you can guarantee I'm going to fall into some unwanted predicaments. My goal: return it to the time before even if it takes destroying this world. To do that i think i have to find the one who cursed me and stole my memories... What i truly am, I'm yet to find out, and how I plunge the world into its current state. Author's note: I know my synopsis sucks but pls bear with me.

I'm one out of none, believe me. The world, let's say it will end no matter what. Everything around us surely decompose, nor crumble as the time passes, yeah? However, do you know better than what I discover myself? One abandon the world, the like of you, this lifetime. For what? For the purpose of saving the life beyond, right? You sure find the end you've long for so long. The bitter...end. Why, you ask? Let me tell you why...I even share it to you. You even says we are not that close to begin with, so why...I'm doing this? I'm kind of debating whether you use euphoria, and actually tells me I'm some sort of a cult. That's why I have the question for you. Will you let me tell you the reason...or you already think I'm some sort of evil design to stop you? You know...the Myth, right? It's deep...within us.

In a world of glowing moons and monster-killing knights, Carl is just a scrawny 17-year-old with nothing to his name. But he's got two things that matter: a brain wired for modern chemistry and a notebook full of poisons that shouldn't exist. When a countess hires him to assassinate her stage-four knight fiancé, everyone thinks he's in over his head. They're wrong. Carl doesn't swing swords, he brews nightmares. And by the time they realize what hit them, they'll be too dead to apologize.

Caius Cross, trillionaire heir of the cross Estate kept his identity hidden at Kingswell university, the inarguably best and most expensive school in the city filled with aggressive rich spoilt students, to look for the girl in his dream— 'his destiny lover' because at Nineteen, every male child of the Cross would have a the dream— they see their destiny lover, only to find out she was the biggest prey in the entire school. "They will bow at your feet henceforth." Caius swore, "because you're my queen."

James struggled to sit up, his body throbbing with pain. How much more of this can I take? Everywhere I turn, it’s nothing but mockery and betrayal. For years, I’ve been nothing but a pawn in someone else’s game. His mind drifted to his sister in the hospital, clinging to life because he couldn’t afford better care. Maybe they’re right. Maybe I am worthless.

Dante Moretti's world shatters in a single night. Fired from his job, he arrives at his wife's birthday party only to witness the ultimate betrayal—Giulia kissing Leonardo Greco, his former boss, in front of everyone. "This was never going to work. We're from different worlds," Giulia says coldly, flaunting the emerald ring that replaced Dante's wedding band. Her mother delivers the final blow: "Giulia is pregnant. With Leonardo's child, of course." Homeless and broken, Dante is kidnapped by a mysterious woman who drops an impossible truth: "You're my brother. The long-lost heir to Apex Crown Holdings." His real name is Ryan Ricci. The "worthless" husband is actually a billionaire heir. "I don't want handouts," Dante tells his dying sister Selena and bedridden father Pietro. "I want to earn it." Going undercover as a lowly employee in his own company, Dante begins his transformation. But Leonardo and Giulia are plotting to manipulate the "naive" new heir, unaware their target is the man they destroyed. "Naive people are easy to manipulate, don't you think?" Leonardo smirks. He has no idea who's really playing whom. When the scorned rises from the ashes, everyone pays.

“Don’t make a scene, Marcus.” Quinn’s eyes, always so cold, flicked over him as if he were an unwanted stain. “A Saintess can’t be sullied by a man like you. Keep your distance.” For three years, Marcus Steel was a ghost in his own marriage. His wife, worshipped for her holy power, never let him near—not even a touch, not a night together. Yet every gathering, she let Alexander—her so-called ‘brother,’ his former best friend—rest his head in her lap, her hand stroking his hair, their laughter intimate and careless for the world to see. “Does it ever bother you?” Marcus whispered one night, desperation thick in his voice. “That you give him what you never gave me?” Sophia only smiled, distant as ever. “Alexander needs me. You… you’re just my duty.” When the earthquake shattered the banquet hall, Marcus reached for her through the falling debris. “Quinn! Please! Just take my hand—help me!” But her golden barrier was already around Alexander. She didn’t even look at Marcus as he screamed, “I’m your husband! Don’t leave me—” “I can’t save everyone,” she said, voice like ice. “Alex is injured. I promised to protect him.” As rubble crushed his body and hope faded, something ancient awoke in Marcus. Flames danced in his blood, power surging from the pain, the betrayal. From the ashes of humiliation and heartbreak, a dragon roared to life. Marcus Steel is dead. The Dragon King rises—and the Saintess will beg for mercy she never showed. DRAGON BOOK PART 2- THE PRIESTESS'S WORTHLESS HUSBAND IS A DRAGON

“Sign the papers, Yemin. You’re nothing but a lapdog living in my house,” Katherine sneered, flipping her perfect hair. “You should be thanking me for keeping you around this long. Even my maid is more useful than you.” Her new lover, James Franx, smirked. “Man, I almost feel bad for you. Almost. Must suck knowing your only talent is folding laundry and giving foot massages.” The whole room burst into laughter. Yemin just stood there, silent. They called him a loser. A househusband. A pathetic joke. But what they didn’t know? The man they mocked owned the very restaurant they were dining in. The billion-dollar contracts they bragged about? His name was on every single one. And when the truth dropped, their smiles vanished. "Throw them out," the CEO of Ravol Company ordered, his voice cold. Katherine's jaw dropped. "W-What? No, this has to be a mistake!" James turned pale. "Wait! You don't understand! He’s just a nobody!" Yemin chuckled, finally looking them in the eyes. "You’re right, James. I was a nobody. But tell me… what does that make the fool who was just begging at my feet?"

When the game becomes reality, can a champion survive? Marco Rossi was the War God—undefeated champion of Sky Game. Then the screen went black, and he woke up bleeding in a forest, trapped in the body of Derek, a despised half-orc left for dead. "You're trash, half-breed! Your kind shouldn't exist!" In a world where warriors are mocked as worthless cannon fodder, Marco makes an impossible choice: embrace the weakest class. When divine light marks him as the first warrior in a millennium to receive the War God's true blessing, everything changes. "Impossible," the knight captain whispers, watching his unbreakable armor shatter. "Nothing at Level 1 can—" But Marco knows something they don't. He remembers the real warrior techniques—the devastating combos, the forgotten skills that once made warriors supreme. "Warriors aren't weak," Marco says quietly, his training sword at the knight's throat. "They never were. You've just been fighting broken shadows of what we're supposed to be." Now he must prove the impossible: that the most mocked profession can become the most feared. The War God has returned. And he's only Level 1.