Now We Both Look Asian

My name is Tobe, and I am just a poor boy from the Mainland slums. In our city, a massive concrete wall separates the poor people from the rich elites who live on the Island. The rich have everything: wealth, high-tech weapons, and powerful magic guilds. We have nothing but dirt and rifts, dangerous tears in reality that let monsters crawl into our streets. To keep my fourteen-year-old sister, Amarachi, safe, I worked myself to the bone. But the Island elites do not care about people like us. They tricked me. They used my family, took our blood, and left us to die so they could unlock a dark, legendary power called the Calamity Core. But I did not die. Instead, I woke up with a blue digital screen floating in front of my eyes. The system gave me a unique power that no other hunter has: Sovereign Necromancy. With every monster I kill, and with every corrupt elite I strike down, I can command their souls to stand up and fight for me. Every shadow I touch becomes my loyal soldier. Now, the rich elites are hunting us down to steal the core inside my sister's chest. But Amarachi is not a helpless child anymore, and I am no longer a weak boy from the slums. With an army of shadows at my back, I am breaking through their walls. I will protect my sister, destroy their corrupt guilds, and make every single billionaire pay for what they did to us.

He wasn't supposed to remember what it felt like to die. Three centuries ago, Prince Kael Draven was cast as the monster responsible for the Great Demon War. Betrayed by his own father and executed as a public warning, his existence was systematically scrubbed from every history book that mattered. The world knows his name, but they’ve gotten everything wrong. Now he’s back. He’s sixteen, stripped of his power, and attending Eclipse Academy under the identity of a dead boy with a stranger's face. He isn't looking for a throne, and he isn't even looking for revenge, at least not yet. He just wants to understand why the world needed him to be the villain. But the world hasn't forgotten him, even if he can't prove who he is. A sealed sword vibrates with recognition when he passes. A demon exchange student turns pale the moment they lock eyes. And a professor who once investigated his "death" is starting to ask questions that could get them both killed. The lie that ended the war is the same lie that supports everything built in its wake. And the boy they buried is the only person alive who can tear it all down. He isn't just trying to climb the ranks. He's digging up a grave the entire world is standing on.

“Don't be absurd, Drake. You have nowhere to go,” Lydia said, her face red and sweaty with rage. “You'll literally starve to death on the streets. You have no family, no properties under your name,” She paused, allowing the words to sink in as if it fanned her ego for a moment. “Without me, you're nothing!" Her words were meant to hurt, but Drake shook off the feeling and looked at her. “Then let me be nothing. Just not yours,” The smug grin disappeared from her face and she hissed at him. “Is there a bitch in the picture? How long have you been plotting this with her? And you dare accuse me of cheating when you've been doing exactly the same thing?!” Lydia's hysterical yell followed him. “If you walk out this door today, don’t even think about coming back! You’ll regret it!” ****** For four years, Drake remained in a loveless marriage playing laundry boy and servant to both his wife and mother-in-law. He orchestrated Lydia's success with his own hands and helped her build her company in secret, but just when she was at her peak, she cheated! After divorce, Drake transforms from a useless scum into an incredible self-made CEO. Now everyone who crosses him will regret it!

“We can kill him now, he is of no use to us anymore” these were the words Nick Furgesson heard as he wanted to open the door to his father’s room….. fuck, an eye opener. He thought he was the favorite son of the world richest man, Gregory Furgesson. What he heard next almost made him puke blood, he was adopted?he wasn’t the hair to the large conglomerate his father has?and he was about to be killed because he had done all the dirty work his supposed father wanted him to do? “Run away nick or you won’t be able to take revenge on him for what he has done” he heard his sister’s voice from behind him. Like lightning he ran out of the house into the dark streets of London where he was knocked down by a black Bentley and the story changed. Five years later, Nick is back to take revenge on his deadly father and household for wanting to kill him but he says to his foster sister, “ Don’t worry Fedora, I will not let anyone in the world touch you, you saved my life five years back. Let me repay the debt” and he also says to his wife,” the world i plan to give Fedora, you are also at liberty to do whatever you want with it, I will back you ladies up and no one will be able to hurt you no matter where you are on planet earth.

For three years, Julian Cross played the perfect, obedient house husband, swallowing every insult from his entitled wife and her venomous family just to pay off his dead father's debts. His reward? A stack of divorce papers thrown in his face on their anniversary, and a mocking laugh as she walked out the door with a billionaire trust-fund kid. "Sign the papers, you useless parasite," she sneered, looking down at him like he was garbage. "You're a broke deadbeat, Julian. You'll never amount to anything." Julian didn't argue. He didn't beg. He just looked at the glowing blue screen only he could see, and chose Option 2. CRACK. He slapped her across the face, signed the papers, and walked out into the night. [Ding! Choice confirmed. Reward: $10,000,000,000 in liquid cash, God-Level Medical Skills, and a 30% controlling stake in her new boyfriend's company.] Now, the "trash" ex-husband is buying out their country club just to evict them on the spot. He’s pulling dying billionaires back from the brink of death to build an untouchable empire, and ruthlessly crushing the arrogant elites who thought they could step on him. "You thought I was a stray dog you could just kick around?" Julian whispered, looking down at his ruined ex-wife and her bankrupt new boyfriend as they begged on their knees. "You forgot one thing about stray dogs. We bite."

Introvert!? Me!? The hell am I an introvert? I stay indoors all day because I am afraid of getting my butt kicked. Until I contract my beast, I won’t be walking freely. This is a promise I made to myself. My name is Ryder, and I am black-marked. The planet where I live is dominated by summoners. If you guessed it, then you are right—we contract beasts from the Astral Shadow Plain and summon them at will after successfully forming a contract. A mark appears on the left shoulder of every human after a period of maturity, a mark given by the beast that chooses you. There are five different types of marks—the brown, the orange, the red, the black, and lastly, the white. Of all the markings, I was marked black. I was chosen by a supreme demon monarch of the Astral Shadow Plain—the Dracogon. There was only a 0.5 percent chance for me to survive the contraction process. However, with a slight twist in the original outcome, contracting a creature from the black-marked plain was nothing compared to the catastrophe I caused shortly after—I opened a link between the beasts of the Astral Shadow Plain and the planet of humans, Terra. Everyone on my planet has been endangered because of me. The fact that no one knows when the link will trigger and cause a breach that pours mindless creatures into my world makes it all the more unsettling. Now, with no other choice, I have to find a way to resolve the mistake I made—alone, just like I caused it.

"Sign it, Leon. A trash like you doesn't deserve to breathe the same air as the Miller family anymore." Leon Ardent looked at the divorce papers on the cold marble table. For three years, he had been the perfect house-husband. He cooked, he cleaned, and he endured the constant mockery of his wife’s wealthy relatives. He was the "Garbage Son-in-Law" of Northwood City. He did it all to fulfill a secret vow of humility. But today, the vow was over. "Is this what you truly want, Sarah?" Leon asked quietly. Sarah Miller didn't even look at him. She was busy leaning into the arms of Julian Vance, the billionaire heir who had promised her a throne. "I want a king, Leon. Not a servant. Take your cheap clothes and get out of my villa before the security throws you into the rain." Leon picked up the pen. With one swift stroke, he ended their marriage. As the clock struck midnight, the silent city of Northwood began to tremble. A fleet of black private jets darkened the sky, and hundreds of armored vehicles surrounded the Miller estate. The most powerful men in the world, people Sarah could only dream of meeting, knelt in the mud before the man she had just discarded. "Young Master! The three-year trial is complete! The Ardent Global Syndicate awaits your command!" Leon stepped over the divorce papers. The humble husband was dead. The Sovereign had returned. "Sarah," Leon whispered as he walked past his trembling ex-wife. "You wanted a king? Too bad. You just threw away the Emperor." Now, Sarah wants him back. Julian wants mercy. And the Miller family is begging for a crust of bread. But Leon Ardent is no longer the man who cleans floors.

Nathaniel "Nate" Cole once designed skylines. Now he guards one at night, a security badge instead of a license, after his partner Preston Vale framed him for a bribe he never took and stole both his practice and his name. Working nights in the Meridian, the Atlanta tower Vale built from Nate's own blueprints, Nate discovers a floor that officially doesn't exist: a concrete corridor carved with binding runes, sealed behind a steel door that knows his name. Vale finally confesses the truth. The tower isn't just a building. It's a cage, built over a century-old tomb, designed with ancient containment architecture to hold something that has been quietly waking for eighteen months, feeding on the fear of every tenant who has died, vanished, or fled since the day it opened. The entity behind the door, the Hollow Word, has been shaping Nate's life far longer than eighteen months. It orchestrated the bribery charge that ruined him, steered him back to the one building only he can unlock, and now holds his younger brother Eli as leverage, offering Nate power, vindication, and revenge against everyone who ever wronged him, in exchange for one thing: help it walk free. With his brother's life on the line, a retired professor's fragments of the closure ritual, and a partner who refuses to let him go in alone, Nate must descend through the tower's hidden maze toward the tomb beneath its foundation. What waits there rewrites everything he believed about his own bloodline and why the Meridian chose him from the very beginning. Closing the door will cost him something he can never get back. Refusing costs everyone else absolutely everything he has left.

147 monsters. Kaelen Venn remembers every single one of their final apologies. Not out of sentimentality, but because most of them used to be human. In the haunting world of Elegy’s Cradle, ignored grief doesn't just fade away—it transforms. It morphs into hollow, hungering beasts that used to have names. Kaelen is a Grave-Warden. His job? Hunt these creatures down before they spread. His second, unwritten job? Make sure he doesn't become one of them. To fight the darkness, Kaelen has deliberately fractured his own soul, transforming the world’s raw sorrow into devastating power. But this magic demands a terrible toll. He has already forgotten the sound of a laugh he once cherished—he doesn't even remember *whose* it was. Six Wardens carried this burden before him. All six became the very monsters they hunted. Kaelen has survived longer than any of them, but survival feels like a curse. Until he meets **Solm Veylan**. Solm doesn't look like a monster. He looks like a peaceful savior. With the ability to strip away a person's grief, Solm leaves people smiling, calm... and completely empty. Now, with agents embedded in every global faction, Solm aims to awaken a two-thousand-year-old entity to erase grief from the world forever. He calls it ultimate mercy. Kaelen calls it an apocalypse of the soul. Flanked by **Mira**, a half-transformed twelve-year-old girl he chose to save rather than execute, Kaelen stands as the final wall against this blissful annihilation. Because grief isn't a disease to be cured; it is the raw, agonizing price of love. Kaelen has been paying that price for eight years. And he will keep paying it—even if it tears his soul apart. ---

Five years ago, Ethan Hayes was celebrated as the nation's youngest Supreme Commander. Then, during a classified mission, he and his eleven commanders vanished without a trace. The government declared them heroes who died in service. History moved on. Only one man knows the truth. They were betrayed. Living under a false identity, Ethan abandons his glorious past to protect the woman he loves. But on the day she publicly divorces him, calling him a worthless husband, the fragile life he built finally shatters. The world believes Ethan is a failure. His enemies believe he is dead. Both are about to discover the truth. When a routine identity check triggers an alert buried for five years, powerful generals, billionaire tycoons, intelligence agencies, and criminal syndicates realize that the man they erased from history has returned. Now, the commander who lost everything must uncover the conspiracy that murdered his brothers, exposed the corruption at the highest levels of power, and recover the legendary Sovereign Ledger—a secret capable of bringing nations to their knees. But every answer comes with a new betrayal, and the greatest enemy waiting in the shadows is the man Ethan once respected more than anyone else. Because some wars never truly end. And history has a way of reclaiming the heroes it tried to erase.