Necromancer Emperor

Betrayed. Ruined. Reborn. Austin was the undisputed top genius of the Roaring Heaven Sect, a legendary beast tamer who bled for three agonizing years to elevate his clan into royalty. But the very moment they grasped ultimate power, loyalty was traded for ruthless ambition. His aristocratic fiancée, Vivian, alongside her cold-blooded family, betrayed him without hesitation. They ruthlessly pierced his dantian, shattered his cultivation, and ripped his Grade-9 Astral Phoenix soul straight from his flesh to graft it into her body. Cast out like garbage into the freezing, bone-chilled Ashen Graveyard during a howling blizzard, Austin lay dying among the skeletons of forgotten monsters. But as his heart gave its final desperate beat, his blood boiled, awakening a forbidden primordial lineage. TABOO BLOODLINE AWAKENED: THE COSMIC DEVOURER SYSTEM CORE INITIALIZED: YOU NO LONGER TAME BEASTS. YOU EAT GODS. Reconstructed with a swirling vortex of infinite gravity, Austin’s first system pull grants him a tiny, translucent Void Slime. When a mountain-sized, Tier-10 Ghost Emperor Dragon tears through space to annihilate him, the tiny slime unhinges its jaw to swallow the sky whole—devouring the dragon and skyrocketing Austin’s power straight to the Golden Core Realm. Yet, this massive surge of energy alerts the Higher Planes. Three god-level assassins are now descending to hunt him down, leaving Austin with a strict seven-day ticking clock to prepare. To survive, Austin conceals his terrifying new power, assuming the role of a bruised, broken, level-one trash cultivator. While Vivian and her clan arrogantly celebrate his death and auction off his ancestral legacy, the ultimate monster slips back through the city gates. They stripped him of his beast soul, so he will feed them to his gods. The real hunt has just begun.

Derek Cross spent five years in a cage like an animal for a crime he never committed — because the woman he loved begged him to take the fall. He believed it was an accident. He believed she was worth it. He was wrong on both counts. The moment he walks free, Vanessa is waiting — not to welcome him home, but to destroy him in front of a stranger's kiss. Nolan Frost, heir to the Iron Talon Gang, wraps his arm around her waist and delivers the final blow: "Baby." He grinned around the word. "So this is the idiot who went to jail for me." Nolan was driving that night. Vanessa set Derek up from the beginning, orchestrating every tear, every promise, every year stolen from him — all to bury him while she climbed toward everything she'd taken. They think they've broken him. They have no idea what actually walked out of that prison. Two old men had quietly watched Derek from the inside — a martial master who rebuilt his body into something lethal, and a gentleman who handed him the one thing no fortune could buy: the chairmanship of Olympus, the empire sitting above every throne in Crown City. Even Darius Carter — the phantom underground emperor the city fears, the man two-thirds of its syndicates kneel to — is nothing more than Derek's errand boy. Derek doesn't want blood. Not yet. He wants Vanessa and Nolan to watch, in real time, as everything they stole is returned tenfold — while they kneel in the wreckage of what they threw away. Beside him stands Monica Hayden, the woman his godfathers chose — cold, brilliant, and the only one who ever saw what Derek Cross truly was. Not a loser. A storm nobody saw coming.