Raised In Dungeon

Luke West, is a 21-year-old college slacker, has two great passions in life—gaming and skipping class. But if there’s one thing he truly despises, it’s rodents. Rats, in particular. Creepy, sneaky, and downright disgusting. He can’t stand the sight of them. One fateful day, on his way to pick up the latest game release, Luke is hit by a truck. Just before the darkness takes him, he catches a glimpse of something impossible—a rat grinning at him. When he wakes up, it’s not in a hospital bed. No, it’s worse. Much worse. He’s been reincarnated as a rat. A creature he’s hated his whole life. Forced to live among the very vermin he loathes, Luke is determined to survive, plotting a way to escape this nightmare. But the more time he spends among the rats and other beastmen, the more he starts to see the truth: maybe it’s not the rats or the beastmen who are the problem—maybe humans are the real pests. Just when he’s coming to terms with his new life, he learns of a brewing revolution. The rats and their fellow brethren are planning to rise up and overthrow humanity. War is coming, and Luke must decide where he truly belongs. Excerpt: “If I get out of this alive, I’m going vegan,” Luke muttered, scampering through the sewer. “Who’s alive?” a rat beside him snickered. “You’re one of us now. Get used to cheese cravings.” “I hate cheese,” Luke hissed. The older rat raised a brow. “Oh, sweet summer child. Give it time.”

Title: Heir of The Werewolf Blood Synopsis A tragic accident shakes the city when a car carrying the family of Mr. Aubrey, a famous conglomerate, plunges into a deep ravine. The incident captivates public attention. After a long and difficult search process, all family members are declared deceased. However, one crucial question remains unanswered: A baby boy named Harry has vanished without a trace. Despite extensive searches, Harry’s location remains a mystery, as if he disappeared into thin air. Unbeknownst to everyone, Harry actually survived that tragic night. His tiny body was thrown clear of the car, landing deep in the wild forest. There, he was attacked by a wolf, leaving a bite mark that would change his life forever. Instead of dying, Harry was rescued by a pack of wolves. He was raised in the wild, adhering to the law of the jungle. Over time, the bite wound caused something unnatural to grow within him. Harry grew up to be a werewolf, a creature possessing savage instincts, immense strength, and the ability to transform during the full moon. The only object that remained with him since infancy was a mysterious necklace around his neck. The necklace serves as a vital clue, one day destined to lead him back to the human world. As Harry grows into adulthood, he begins to question his identity. His wild instincts push him out of the forest and into the unfamiliar, harsh, and threatening city. It is there that Harry slowly uncovers the truth about his origins. He learns that he is indeed the child of the Aubrey family, and that the accident that claimed their lives was no accident at all. His father, it turns out, was more than just a conglomerate. He was a major mafia boss

Logan was awoken when the loud noises returned to the room. He let out a scream to call his lovely mother because after looking around, he was unable to locate her. Right away, she showed up and he quit crying. " As she patted him on the back, she said, "Hush now, my little sweetheart." He raised his head to look at her and smiled before getting back to sleep and falling asleep. Mrs. Brown slowly chuckled because she found it funny. She quietly left when she realized he was already asleep and went to the kitchen to continue cooking. Adrian and Cross entered the room as soon as she left, stealthily pinched the infant, then fled the room. Logan awoke with a resentful grin on his lips as the pinch sting. He let out a heartbreaking cry as soon as his lips curled down, attracting Mrs. Brown's attention, who rushed into the room right away. Goodness Logan what occurred.." she said with feel sorry for as she took a gander at the unfortunate youngster who was destroying as he cried. His tears had already stained and reddened his face. She rocked him as soon as she picked him up. Hush baby, mummy is here; do not cry or else mummy would also cry." That seemed to have worked because he immediately stopped crying and stared at his mother with a confused expression on his adorable face. Mrs. Brown laughed when she saw his expression change. Logan exuberantly giggled as well. He was always happy when he saw his mother happy.

In the cutthroat crucible of the city’s elite, Warren Buffet, a working-class man, was crushed under the weight of betrayal. Fired from his job, penniless, and struggling to provide for his wife and two kids, he returned home one fateful day to a soul-shattering sight: the city’s youngest billionaire defiling his matrimonial bed with his wife. The gut-punch didn’t end there. His wife, dripping with contempt, revealed the twins he’d raised for eight years weren’t even his. She sneered, calling him a deadweight, a failure who could never match her lavish desires. Divorced and discarded, she spat venomous truths that left Warren broken, his world in ashes. Not only that, Out of vexation he had used his belt on the youngest billionaire when he caught them so he had him set up and sent to prison... Not just any prison. Blackthorn! A hell on earth! The billionaires hands extended beyond the impenetrable prison to make life a living hell for him. But the city underestimated him. Fueled by rage and a burning need for retribution, Warren stumbles upon a mysterious ring—a dark artifact that anoints its bearer as the unchallenged king of the underworld. Imbued with unparalleled martial prowess and ancient medicinal knowledge, the ring awakens a new Warren, one forged in fire and vengeance. Every step he takes unravels treacherous alliances, crushes moral dilemmas, and obliterates those who dared to scorn him. Warren Buffet isn’t just rising—he’s rewriting the rules of power, and no one will ever call him deadweight again.

Born and bred in the heart of Dansoman, Tero Mandem never had a silver spoon—just street smarts, scars, and survival. Abandoned by his father and raised by a market woman mother, Tero grew up in the cracks of Accra’s toughest corners: Lapaz, Mataheko, and the deep ends of Dancity. By seventeen, he had made his name feared. By twenty-one, he was leading a gang, living fast, and chasing fame through music, money, and madness. With his boys — Problem, O Don, O Von, Lovelone, and Biggie — they ran the blocks like kings without crowns. Studio by day, street by night, they were untouchable. Tero’s voice carried weight both on mic and in chaos. But the life came with a price — blood, betrayal, broken trust, and brushes with death. Fame wasn’t enough. The cheers grew quieter. The shadows got louder. When the streets turned cold and everything he built started falling apart, a moment came — in a police cell, heart racing, blood on his hands — where Tero saw more than the mess. He saw a man he didn’t recognize. And then, through an encounter he never expected, he found light. TERO MANDEM is a story of grime and grace. It’s the journey of a young Ghanaian man torn between power and purpose, sin and salvation, chaos and Christ. From backstreets to backstabbing, from betrayal to the Bible, Tero’s transformation is raw, real, and revolutionary. This isn’t just a gang story. It’s a redemption anthem. And when the street speaks, it speaks through scars — but also through the healing that follows.

Zhang Xing Zhe was the only son of the Xiang and Liu couple, they were a great warrior couple who were sect leaders in Hua San Mountain. In contrast to his parents, although Zhang Xing Zhe was descended from great warriors, he was completely incapable of martial arts. Zhang Xing Zhe was raised by his three uncles, who deliberately did not introduce Zhang Xing Zhe to martial arts because they knew that one day, the only son who would be sent to carry on the sect in Hua San Mountain would be the one to carry on the sect. If Zhang Xing Zhe could do martial arts, their chance to control the sect would be wiped out. his struggle all this time to gain the power of the sect would be in vain. At the age of fourteen, Zhang Xing Zhe chose to travel in search of a teacher, as he could no longer bear the insults from his three uncles. Since that incident, Zhang Xing Zhe promised himself that he would return to his three uncles with a great change. In order to continue the sect that his parents had founded, Zhang Xing Zhe was desperate to find a teacher to train him. But his journey was not easy, as his every step was followed by his uncle's bodyguards who forced him to return home. But fortunately, a young man named Jin Long helped him avoid the bodyguards. "Thank you, uncle. What can I do to repay this favor?" "If you can't defend yourself, it's better not to go out alone!" "Sorry, uncle, I actually want to find a martial arts teacher;" "I want to prove to them that I'm not as weak as they think. I'll come back with a big change that will leave them dumbfounded!"

Takumi Asano, a painter from Kyoto, Japan, had copied tens of thousands of Vincent van Gogh's oil paintings. One day, he traveled through time to Arles, a small town in Provence, France, just before Christmas in 1888. It could be said to be time travel, or rather, arriving in a parallel universe. There, he became Marcel Duval, a 20-year-old local "chimney boy". Right in front of him unfolded one of the most famous tragedies in art history: the impoverished and down-and-out Van Gogh, holding a razor, was pointing it at his left ear! — "Mr. Van Gogh! Put down the razor!" — "Tell Armand... I'll cut off my ear and give it to him right away!" Was there actually an untold secret behind Van Gogh's ear-severing incident? — "Keep it, and it will bring you more and greater works!" — "You're absolutely crazy! Who are you?" — "I'm your top-tier manager!" Years later, the Parisian art circle had undergone earth-shattering changes. Van Gogh, who had grown into a great master, no longer had darkness in his eyes: "Marcel, it really was a good idea to keep my ear. Without you, none of this would have been possible!" Takumi Asano, once a lowly copyist trapped in drudgery, had now become Marcel, the world's "Godfather of Art". He smiled and raised his glass: "Come to my Provence manor this summer. I've planted a vast sunflower field—tens of thousands of mu—just for you... By the way, would you like to see my new paintings?" 【Time-Travel Redemption + Underdog's Rise + Rewriting History】! Click to read, and join Van Gogh in defying fate to turn the tide, lighting up the stars on the canvas!

A million years have passed since the war that shattered the harmony of Caelestia—the once-divine realm that shimmered with eternal light. The Divinomachy. It began with a betrayal. One of the Supreme Emperor’s most powerful and revered archangels, corrupted by pride, jealousy and ambition, raised his blade against his Creator. His defiance was swift and infectious—many of the Emperor’s faithful servants followed him, seduced by whispers of freedom, power, and a new order. Thus ignited a celestial war — Divinomachy. For one hundred years, the heavens trembled under the weight of clashing divinities. Brother turned against brother. Skies once filled with song now roared with the cries of battle. At last, the Supreme Emperor, weary of endless bloodshed, brought the war to a bitter close. With a divine curse, he cast down the traitors into a prison realm he created—Phlegethon and sealed their leader—while some escaped. Their punishment was eternal. Once-angelic beings were twisted into demons. Their silver skin blackened and grew scales. Their radiant wings darkened into shadows, and crimson replaced their once pure silver eyes. Even their hands bore the mark of damnation—silver claws sprouting where gentle fingers had once been. And when the fallen archangel was finally struck down, a prophecy echoed across the universe—spoken through the Emperor’s oracle: “When the stars realign and the seal weakens, the fallen one shall rise again. But from the forbidden love of both light and darkness shall be born a child—a hybrid. He shall end what the traitor had begun.” Though Caelestia was rebuilt, its wounds never fully healed. For prophecy does not forget, and the chains that bind the fallen grow weaker with every passing age. The ones who escaped hid themselves across the universe, patiently waiting for the return of their master.

“Babe, what are you doing with him?” He raised a brow with a voice filled with contempt, his eyes raging in anger. “What does it look like?” She snorted in disgust. “Do you have the right to even ask me such a question? Just look at you.” She couldn’t help but laugh with a very loud voice and Carter followed suit. “You are looking worse than a dog and you expect me to stick with you?” She clicked her tongue, mocking his pitiful state. “Seriously? Babe, after everything I have done for you?” Logan stared at his girlfriend in disbelief. The woman he had fallen for had changed overnight and doesn’t have any regard for him again. “Don’t call me babe! If you ain’t ashamed, I’m ashamed for you!” She spat at his face in annoyance. ~~~ Logan couldn’t believe his eyes and ears. He had endured disrespect and belittlement from others, but he never expected it from the person he loved the most, Eleanor. He had sacrificed his savings to support her education and take care of her every need. He had neglected himself, believing that as long as Eleanor was happy and comfortable, he would be too. But now, he discovered that she had been two-timing him, using him as a mere pastime. She publicly insulted and humiliated him. However, everything changes when Logan stumbles upon a power system. A system that promises him beauty, wealth, and fame in a short span of time. With this newfound power in his hands, what will Logan do? Will he seek revenge? Will he rise above his past and create a new future? The choices he makes will shape his destiny and reveal the true extent of his strength.

“Yeah, I’m sure he’ll be back,” Kaelan said. “We need to leave.” Kaelan picked the four daggers up then headed for the door. The duo left the room and made their way down the stairs. “Huh? Are you leaving?” the innkeepers voice sounded behind them. Two scythe is hand, each connected to chains. “You havent paid your clean up fee. Im sure you two messed up the room with your fun.” Kaelan raised a brow, but Lira spoke first. “How much?” “Ten Sarls.” She didnt complain. She placed it on the front desk beside and asked, “can we leave now?” “Yes, yes. Do come again. I like customers like…” the innkeeper paused. His grip on the scythe got tighter. “Tch, they are back again.” Liras ears twitched, and her hand tightened around her dagger. “They are here,” Kaelan said, while looking around. A shadow moved across the broken window. Then, the door burst inward, splintering at the edges. Three assassins tumbled in, cloaked in black, daggers flashing in the dim light. One lunged straight for Kaelan. Kaelan bent to the side, letting the blade slash past him. He grabbed the table and swung it, smashing the first attacker into the wall. The impact sent dust into the air, and the man groaned. “Hey! My Sarls,” yelled the innkeeper. Glass shattered as assassins came in through the window. “I’m gonna kill ya,” he said and charged at them. Lira was already moving, slicing, dodging. Her attacker was fast, but she was faster. Kaelan tossed a dagger at him. It pierced his neck from behind. Lira turned to him, but he didnt pause. He grabbed the third assassin, swung him like a rag, smashing his back into the wall. Kaelan bolted out the inn and Lira leapt after him.