Raised In Dungeon

Alex Chen mops TechNova’s office’s polished floors in the busy heart of New York City. He is just another nameless janitor to the busy workers who are hurrying by, someone to be laughed at or ignored. They are unaware that a man of extraordinary power and influence lies beneath this simple guise. Alex was raised to be a leader because he was the heir to the old Phoenix Clan. In any case, a severe fight for control constrained him in banishment, abandoning all that he knew, including Elena, the lady he cherished. In the mountains of Tibet, Alex studied under a reclusive healer for years, becoming an expert in both martial arts and medicine. In the shadows, he fabricated the Shadow Circle, a secret network so huge and compelling that even New York's most remarkable figures murmur its name in wonder. Alex has since returned to take back what is his. Elena is involved in a relationship with Nicholas Vega, the ruthless heir of the Scorpion Syndicate, as the rival Syndicate's hold on Chinatown has grown. Covering his real character, Alex carries on with an apparently typical life as a janitor while plotting his vengeance.

He died in the ice, carved up by the wife he'd fed for nine years while her lover held the bowl. Lin Chen gave the Su family everything: his money, his parents' house, his body scavenging through a frozen world. His reward was learning that the son he raised belonged to another man, and that he was only ever useful. Then he opens his eyes 92 days before the storm, pen in hand, about to sign the loan that started it all. This time, he tears it up. With his memory of the disaster, a mysterious pendant that hides a space of its own, and a set of lottery numbers burned into his mind, Lin Chen cuts the family loose, wins half a billion dollars, and buys the mansion directly across from theirs. Now he'll stockpile a world's worth of supplies, watch the Sus beg at his door, and decide who deserves a place in the shelter and who gets left in the cold. But the pendant wasn't made by chance. Someone chose him. And he may not be the only one who came back. Revenge is only the beginning.

“Deucalion stop! you don’t have to do this, it’s me you want” yelled Bobby as Deucalion raised his claw into the air and almost rips Charlie throat. “So now the almighty Bobby Thompson begs, is it because he is your son? was my son not worth it?” look me in the eye and answer me! roared Deucalion. Looking defeated, Bobby stood up “he crossed the line Deucalion you know that he involved people who weren’t involved in this, my daughter! And I didn’t kill him.” Deucalion now surprised, itching “who then killed Steele?” he asked Deucalion still strangling Charlie who was almost unconscious now. “Well, I suppose it will be me”, an unknown figure walked from the darkness into the light. “I am not your enemy here, I am just a necessary tool that will help you to achieve your revenge against your enemy, so do you want avenge your son or do what is right?” he said as he looked at them grinning.

Rhys Darby gave everything to keep his family alive through the apocalypse. And in the end, they repaid him by carving him up for food. His wife betrayed him. Her lover helped butcher him. Even the son Rhys had raised as his own turned out to belong to another man. As the knife tore into his flesh, Rhys screamed out one final curse: If I get another life, I’ll make every one of you pay. The universe answered. He woke up three months before the apocalypse. This time, Rhys would save no one but himself. He would divorce his wife, take back his money, stockpile everything he needed, and build a fortress no one could break into. And when his wife finally realized what she had lost—after bankrupting herself, changing her face for him, and kneeling outside his shelter begging him to save her family—Rhys would show her exactly as much mercy as she had shown him. None.

That night, everything was destroyed. The sect that had raised Arga was stormed by hundreds of unknown assailants, leaving nothing but piles of corpses and blazing fire. He nearly perished in the massacre, had it not been for a powerful warrior named Barata who saved him. From that day on, Arga swore an oath: blood would be repaid with blood. Under Barata’s guidance, Arga mastered countless mystical arts, transforming into a respected warrior. Yet the path he walked was far from righteous—the knowledge he gained drew him closer to the shadows. Even so, his resolve never wavered: to hunt down those who destroyed the Golden Step Sect. One by one, secrets were revealed. His enemies were not mere bandits, but a coalition of great sects that had long envied Golden Step’s supremacy. And behind it all stood a traitor from the past… now allied with the most powerful dark force in the martial world. Thus began Arga’s journey—a path that would lead him to challenge the mightiest warriors, tear through the veil of betrayal, and confront the devil in human form: Jalak Seta.

Follow the life of Sakamo Ryu on Earth, where he is Sakamo Ryu, a fifteen-year-old boy with ascendency of English-Japanese.  His other life is as Alex Brim, a Hero for Hire on the Magical World Azurath to where he can travel by using a magical pendant.  His help is needed from time to time, because of the Magical Voids that appear in the sky from where Monsters fall, making the lives of the different species that lives there, a very hard one.  … Alex shouted to the Orc, surprising everyone, “Eat him already! He is in my way, I want your head and the pretty Magical Orb you have inside you! You are not dead already because that dumbass is still there, but as soon as you kill him, you are all mine!” The Orc let his hostage go that fell on the ground with a muffled bump. The Orc raised his mace to the sky and screamed, giving the signal for the Goblins to attack. At the same time, Alex whispered, “Give me a little of your strength, Shinatobe.” A small dot of light near his right ear answered in a low voice, “As you say, Master.” ...

His status as a disciple of Helma Tilcott, the only healer in the Lanshire Kingdom possessing the rare healing zhenqi, had brought Marc Belmont no advantage at all. From the start, few believed he could ever become her heir; no matter how diligently he tried to absorb her teachings or practice her skills, everything seemed to vanish from his mind as if it had never been there. Years of effort appeared to have been in vain, and Marc began to question if he was truly meant for this life. One day, a group of messengers arrived from the city of Cammont, their mocking words cutting through the air as they demanded he follow them. “I’m not interested,” Marc replied flatly, his voice devoid of the hesitation it once carried. “Ungrateful! Is this how you treat someone who raised you?” The messengers clenched their fists, anger burning in their eyes as they rushed toward him. Marc's lips curled into a confident smirk. “Those days are long gone. You clearly have no idea who you're dealing with.”

He knew this world. Not because he had lived here before, but because he had once read about it in a novel he never finished. Now, somehow, he has become the long-lost biological son of one of the most powerful families—a true heir who disappeared years ago and has finally been brought home. But someone has already taken his place. The adopted son has spent years being loved as the perfect child and raised as the future heir. And now that the real son has returned, he has no intention of giving up the life he believes belongs to him. Smiles hide schemes. Kind words carry traps. Even a simple family dinner can become a battlefield. Fortunately, the new heir remembers a few things from the novel. Unfortunately… only a few. And as events begin changing from the story he remembers, he soon realizes that knowing part of the plot may not be enough to survive it. Because his return hasn’t simply changed who will inherit the family. It has changed the entire story.

Ten years ago, Bran Navine lost everything in a single night. His mother died under suspicious circumstances, his father turned his back on him, and the only family he had left was cast out and left to survive on the streets. Alongside his younger sister, Christine, and their only protector, Aunt Francine, Bran learned what it meant to live with nothing while powerful enemies erased their existence from the world. But Bran refused to remain powerless. He vanished into the shadows and spent a decade building himself into something no one could control. War made him stronger, strategy made him feared, and bloodshed made his name known across battlefields as the “King of the South,” a commander who never lost and never forgave. Now, the war is over, and Bran has finally returned home. What should have been a peaceful reunion turns into disaster when Christine is taken and sold into an underground slave auction controlled by the powerful Elara Quin and the influential Reed family of Heartless. Aunt Francine, the woman who raised them after their downfall, is left broken after trying to protect them alone.

In a realm where gods play dice with mortal souls, a cursed boy refuses his fate. Born with a tempered body blessed by the heavens, Kirin Arcanus should’ve been a legend. Instead, he became an outcast, cursed, shunned, and exiled from the very clan that should’ve raised him as their heir. The demon that killed his parents didn’t vanish... it slumbered inside him, waiting. Powerless. Mocked. Weak. Kirin claws his way through life with nothing but grit, will, and the whisper of an ancient, forbidden path to strength. When he’s finally granted a second chance at cultivation, it comes at a brutal cost, awakening something dark, something hungry. Inside the hallowed walls of the Academy, friends become enemies. Trust is currency. And betrayal? That’s the tuition fee. His closest companion, Seth, hides a twisted purpose. His allies? Torn between love, legacy, and lies. As realms collide, bloodlines unravel, and demonic whispers grow louder, Kayden must choose, become the hero they never saw coming… or embrace the chaos he was born to unleash. He didn’t ask to be a weapon. But he sure as hell is going to use it.