No Game No Life

After waking up from an accident, Shaun Rodriquez was able to deduce two things. The first was that he reincarnated into a game he had played before as the illegitimate son of a baron. The second was that those that had wronged him in his first life were summoned as heroes. With the memories of two lifetimes and the support of the system, Shaun swore he was going to live the life he deserved and that started with getting revenge on everyone who had ever harmed him.

He died 49 times to earn one free life. Now the man who cannot be killed is coming for the gods who played with his soul. Six hidden labs. Six immortal brothers still in chains. One war that will leave continents scarred and kings in ashes. There are no more respawns. Only revenge.

"This world doesn't need a hero. A broken world just needs a ruler crueler than any monster out there." Jonathan was left bleeding out on the wet asphalt. His fiancée walked away arm-in-arm with a rich boss, right as the city sky ripped open and monsters rained down to swallow the streets. Just as his breath was fading, a cold, mechanical voice buzzed in his head: [Critical Condition. Initiating Alpha Evolution System Synchronization.] Instead of dying, Jonathan got back up. Saving the world? He couldn't care less. He used the system for one thing only: hunting. From the street thugs who stomped on his head, corrupt military generals acting tough, to giant apocalyptic monsters—he butchered them all. He drained their energy to evolve. Now, so-called 'Gods' from other dimensions are descending to Earth because they feel threatened. They think Jonathan is just a street rat who got lucky with a cheat. Let them come. Jonathan only sees them as one thing: dinner for his next evolution.

When gods bleed, mortals awaken… Centuries ago, the gods fell, and from their corpses flowed Eclipse Veins glowing rivers of divine blood that reshaped the world. Those who dared to drink from them gained unimaginable power… and lost pieces of their humanity in return. Now, as the last eclipse rises, the veins are dying and so is the empire that depends on them. Chaos spreads across the fractured lands, and those born under the eclipse are marked as Cursed Descendants hunted, feared, and executed. Riven Kael, a disciplined young soldier, never believed in fate until the night his veins ignited silver on the battlefield and everything he touched turned to ash. Branded a monster and forced to flee, Riven crosses paths with Lyra Vale, a mysterious girl who claims to be the reincarnation of the moon goddess herself. Lyra knows Riven’s secret the god’s voice whispering in his blood is the same one that once destroyed the heavens. To save what remains of humanity, Riven must uncover the truth behind his divine curse before the Eclipse Veins collapse completely… or become the god who ends the world a second time. But love was never part of the prophecy. And when a goddess falls for a god-killer, the stars themselves will tremble.

I am a fool in a world I cannot comprehend, but in my world, I am an Ace." ~ Sultan Armstrong. *** EXTRACT: Sultan's own reflection in the water, the Fool, began to animate, mouthing the words he was saying. Huh?! Sultan's eyes widened in disbelief. "What the hell?" Sultan whispered, stepping back from the pool. "W..what are you?" His voice rose, tinged with fear. ...... "I am you. You are me. I am the Fool. You are the Fool. We are the Fool."

He hid his identity just to help a family, but got divorced, mocked, and humiliated. He couldn't believe that the woman he so much loved and trusted will one day ask him for a divorce. However, he accepted and left, but on that fateful day, she lost everything. Nothing to burst about as she always does. She was left with no option but to run back to him to beg for mercy, so he can accept her back as his wife. This was after she discovered that he was the secret behind her success and the president of the Fredericks' company.

"If you've any conscience left in you, you'll understand that you deserve this." The prison doors closed behind him with those final words. Ethan Carvendish was the true heir of the Carvendish family, yet his existence was treated as nothing more than a stain that needed to be erased. "You're nothing but a criminal!" His father discarded him without hesitation. "I regret giving birth to you. I wish Charlie was my biological son!" His mother chose an adopted son over her own flesh and blood. "Charlie is my only brother, not a disgusting parasite like you." His sister looked at him with nothing but disgust. "It's just three years in prison. Charlie is delicate, unlike you." The woman he loved stood beside his adopted brother, forged evidence, framed him, and watched silently as he was condemned for a crime he never committed. For three years, he rotted in prison for someone's crime, while they celebrated his fall. The prison did not break him, it awakened him. Now Ethan has returned, not as the discarded heir… But as the Shadow Tyrant. A name whispered in fear. A power no one can control. A ruler the elite world cannot defy. "Son… We were wrong." The parents who abandoned him now kneel before him. "Ethan, sister regrets everything… please come back…" The sister who once saw him as nothing but a disgrace now begging for his attention. "Ethan… please give me another chance…" The woman who once sent him to prison crawls to his feet. But the Ethan Carvendish they betrayed died behind those prison walls, the one who returned is coldhearted. As the world trembles before the Shadow Tyrant, only one question remains. Will Ethan Carvendish reclaim everything that was stolen from him… or will shadow tyrant destroy them all without mercy?

(EXTRACT) Memories of the cliff, Barry, and the gunshot flashed in his mind. "I... I died, didn't I?" [Negative] [You were intercepted before the final termination of your consciousness] [The system has inhibited your previous host limitations] [You are now All Sufficient and All Sufficient is you]

Jax was transported into a game life world where there were Kings every where and kingdoms where being destroyed every time and in order to survive he had to get stronger to the extent that no one can control his destiny, and with the help of the system he might just be able to become the greatest king of the waste lands.

Pride is to blame for all troubles, and who, if not wizards and magicians, should know about it? After all, they are selfish, cruel, selfish, greedy and spoiled by their own power, proud, desperately clinging to power! Yes, they are indeed wise, capable of many things, sometimes truly courageous and faithful to the ancient precepts, but all this becomes so insignificant when wizards again begin to fight for supremacy within their ancient caste. And what if one more of them, a true madman, besotted with ambitious dreams, decides that it is time to change the world order?.. But this book is not about him. It's about Tobius, very young by the standards of magicians, but such a talented bearer of the Gift, who dared to claim the title of master of Riven Academy when he was not even fifty years old. Yes, in the end the young man received the coveted staff and the right to a middle name,