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Elias Wolfe was the nation’s youngest Major General, a man whispered about as the shadow dragon of the battlefield. But when betrayal struck, his life ended in fire and blood, only for him to awaken in the fragile body of Sebastian Grant, a despised son-in-law scorned by all. Now bound to a family that mocks him and a society that tramples on the weak, Elias hides his true identity while unraveling the web of conspiracies that destroyed him. The aristocratic legacies pull strings in the shadows, but they have no idea the wolf they thought slain still walks among them. From faceless soldier to discarded son-in-law, from humiliation to thunderous revenge… the Supreme Major General will rise again. And this time, not even the Legacy Families nor their forbidden science can cage the dragon within. 🔥 Power. 🔥 Secrets. 🔥 Face-slapping vengeance. The forsaken son-in-law they trampled will become the storm they can never contain.

My girlfriend betrayed me for a rich man, mocking me as worthless trash. Beaten down and humiliated, I thought my life was over, until a stranger called to say I was the heir of the world’s most powerful family. My pocket money? A card with 100 million inside. I thought it was a scam… until I checked the balance. It was real. That same voice called again: he was my butler. The family had already chosen seven stunning fiancées for me, and if I wanted the full inheritance, I had to marry them all. From abandoned loser to billionaire heir with seven breathtaking brides-to-be… and just when my wedding banquet lit up the city, my ex came crawling back. I only spared her a glance, then turned away forever.

Reborn in the Era of Shaka Zulu’s Reign, Ndabuko wields a mysterious system that could turn the tides of war. Amid fierce tribal rivalries, ancient grudges, and the looming threat of merciless invaders, he must unite fractured clans to stand a chance at survival. But as alliances are forged and battles approach, a haunting question lingers: Can one man’s power and will truly change the fate written by history or will the shadows of the past consume them all?

kneeling before the tomb that houses the remains of nanny Naomi, Redmond Red knew clearly without doubt that he has only one responsibility and that's to crush every soul that brought about the premature death of the purest soul. twenty years ago, eight years old Redmond Red's family was assassinated, fifteen of them while he was only able to escape by a whisker following the sacrifice of his nanny. "Dear boy, protect my baby girl" Nanny Naomi had cried out in sorrow before their cruel sword penetrated into her. For years he has been tormented by her last moments. He could remember her heavy pants, the hot sweat that soaked her cloth and the uncertainty in her eyes. Twenty years later, he is back to reward everyone according to their deeds. They said on his right hand was the sword of vengeance while on the other was a list, the "death list". Cursed is one whose name were scribed in his list for they shall meet a fate so excruciating that the devil will weep.

Betrayed by love, broken by pride, forgotten by power. Landon Hale was once a god of war, now a worthless son-in-law in Milwaukee. But when his wife’s betrayal reawakens the divine system sealed within him, the man everyone mocked begins his ascent. Each humiliation becomes a lesson. Each insult, a weapon, and every enemy who laughed… will kneel.

"Being insulted by my wife's family doesn't make me desperate, wait for my wife to rise, I will turn things around!" Su Juan tries hard to be accepted in his wife's family until one day, an artifact recognizes him as its master.

"Here are the leftovers for you, hurry up and finish them!" Marcel glanced at the plates filled with scattered rice, chicken bones with a little meat still attached, and vegetable soup with only the soup left. "Eat on the floor, as usual." Marcel looked down and looked at his wife, Shirley. "You have the nerve to tell me to finish your brothers' leftovers?" asked Marcel in a protesting tone, as he frowned reluctantly at the plates. The oppression Marcel experienced made him want to end his life by downing his parents' formula. However, instead of dying, he was transformed into a powerful being! Will his wife's family apologize?

Dave, a housekeeper and an ordinary delivery guy was humiliated in front of everyone and treated like a trash bag. He almost gave up after his wife cheated on him and when his wife's family kicked him out from their house. He went out to gather money to pay his father's hospital costs when he encountered a middle-aged man who revealed his true identity. He isn't the same poor Dave that everyone used to know; perhaps he is the president's hidden successor.

​In the dying city of Hayem, Aren is a cynical guard just trying to survive the ruins of a century-old war. He’s accepted his fate: to live poor and die forgotten. But everything changes when he meets a mysterious, milk-obsessed girl who claims to have slept for a hundred years. After a night of drunken promises to "fix this ugly world," Aren wakes up to a nightmare—or a dream. ​The ruins are gone. The city is vibrant. The dead are walking. Aren has been pulled back a century into the past, and he’s the only one who knows that this beautiful world is destined to burn. To save the future, he must now hunt the very legends who destroyed it: The Seven Warriors of Destruction.

This is my story. I'm Elvar Sagara. That afternoon, I went to the mall to find a Halloween festival costume. I was just browsing. But I found something… weird. A horned mask and an outfit that looked familiar, like my favorite comic book character, so I bought it. When I got home, I tried it on immediately. The outfit fit me perfectly. The mask… was creepy. But cool. I stood in front of the mirror, and for some reason, I started acting. I folded my arms across my chest. My body stood tall. In a loud voice, I shouted: “Hahaha! I am the true Demon King! I will lead you all! HAHAHA!” My laughter grew louder. Ridiculous? Yeah. But I was totally getting into the role. Then… I blinked. The moment my eyelids opened, I was in a vast hall. Surrounded by terrifying creatures. Demons. They were all bowing to me. My laughter still hadn't stopped. But my heart nearly stopped. Strangely, I kept acting. I knew… if I stopped, if I took off this mask and admitted I was just a regular human I’d probably be killed on the spot. So… What am I supposed to do now?