Raised In Dungeon

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.

THE LAST GOD SLAYER : The gods have ruled the world for ten thousand years , entire generations are thought one unshakable truth which is that the gods cannot die and Hans had spent his entire life believing that same lie as he was simply a weak unnoticed orphan raised by a humble baker , but he also had no idea that every part of his life has been watched from the shadows , because sixteen years ago an entire bloodline was erased from history : THE GOD SLAYER CLAN . They were a family so terrifying that even the gods had to unite to destroy them , or so they believed , after a series of unfortunate events shake the foundation of the world and a god falls for the first time in thousands of years , ancient factions emerge from hiding , holy inquisitors, secret organizations, forgotten monsters and beings older than civilizations all began searching for one person , HANS. As the buried memories awaken and a mysterious system begins to reveal itself , Hans discovers a terrifying truth : every single god he slays will grant him unimaginable power but every victory will also pull him closer to a destiny drenched in blood , soon the line between hero and monster begin to disappear , “ we’re the GOD SLAYERS actually the villains humanity remembered them as or are they humanities last hope? . With enemies lurking behind every smile and gods who can eradicate entire kingdoms just to protect their throne , Hans must uncover true truth before the truth destroys him. In a world where even history can lie …. The greatest enemy may not be the gods but the one who wrote the story . THE LAST GOD SLAYER is an epic dark fantasy , filled with breathtaking battles , hidden identities , ruthless conspiracies , unforgettable characters , and mind-bending plot twists .

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!"

Max stepped forward, his heart racing as he searched the man’s face, looking for some resemblance, some hint of familiarity. “Who… who are you?” he managed to ask, his voice barely above a whisper. The man studied him for a moment before responding, his voice thick with emotion. “I am Reginald Reid, your grandfather.” The words hit Max like a thunderbolt. “Grandfather?” he echoed, his mind racing. He had never imagined he had a family, much less one of such prominence. Reginald nodded, his gaze filled with a mixture of pride and regret. “Yes, Max. You are my grandson, and the last direct heir of the Reid family.” Max stepped forward, his heart racing as he searched the man’s face, looking for some resemblance, some hint of familiarity. “Who… who are you?” he managed to ask, his voice barely above a whisper. The man studied him for a moment before responding, his voice thick with emotion. “I am Reginald Reid, your grandfather.” The words hit Max like a thunderbolt. “Grandfather?” he echoed, his mind racing. He had never imagined he had a family, much less one of such prominence. Reginald nodded, his gaze filled with a mixture of pride and regret. “Yes, Max. You are my grandson, and the last direct heir of the Reid family.” Max’s mind swirled with confusion. “But… why didn’t I know? Why didn’t anyone tell me?” A flicker of pain crossed Reginald’s face. “There were… complicated reasons. When your parents passed away under tragic circumstances, it was decided that you should be raised away from the family, for your own safety. It was not an easy choice, but it was necessary.” Max’s heart twisted at the mention of his parents. He’d spent his end of the year

“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.

For eight years, Adrian was invisible on purpose. He was the husband nobody introduced at parties. The man Brenna hid from every important room, every powerful table, every conversation that mattered. He cooked the meals. He raised their daughter alone in every way that counted. He absorbed the insults, the mockery, the quiet humiliation of being called useless in his own home — and he never said a word to defend himself. That was never weakness. That was patience. Then, on the one night Brenna finally pushed too far — smashing plates, screaming that he and his daughter were nothing but dead weight dragging her down — Adrian didn't beg. He simply signed the divorce papers, asked for nothing but his little girl, and made one phone call he hadn't made in years. By morning, hundred luxury cars line the street outside his door. Grown men who run empires drop to their knees in front of him, calling him "master." A family more powerful than anyone Brenna has ever met has been waiting years — just for him to come home. Now the same people who mocked Adrian at galas and hotel lobbies are about to watch their world collapse in real time: contracts cancelled, reputations shattered, careers ended, all in the space of one single day. He doesn't have to raise his voice. He doesn't have to lift a hand. He simply has to exist in the room, and everyone who ever underestimated him will do the rest. Adrian was never the broke, forgotten husband they laughed about behind his back. He was the man an entire city had been quietly waiting to bow to — and he's done staying quiet. They spent eight years underestimating a king. Now it's his turn to remind them exactly who he is.

Leo Hamilton spent three years at Harwick University hiding in plain sight—enduring manufactured poverty, three jobs, and a transactional relationship with his girlfriend, Maya. When Maya frames him for academic theft to protect her own social standing, she unwittingly triggers a 1987 "hostile intent clause" buried deep within the Hamilton Global Foundation Trust. In a single afternoon, twelve digits of dormant, generational wealth unlock, transforming the campus’s most invisible student into its most powerful sovereign. But the money is just the opening salvo in an impending urban war. Across the city, Damien Cross—Leo’s brilliant, illegitimate half-brother raised in deliberate obscurity—has been waiting for this exact moment. Backed by Douglas Farr’s predatory private equity firm, Hartwell Capital, Damien intends to legally and financially annihilate the legitimate heir to claim the family name. Damien’s ultimate weapon is Selene Voss, a lethally effective social infiltrator trained to dismantle Leo’s alliances from within. The corporate chessboard fractures when Selene discovers a horrific boundary Damien crossed: the cold-blooded murder of a city official. Realizing she is merely an expendable instrument to a monster, Selene defects, delivering raw intelligence to Leo not out of a moral awakening, but for survival. Equipped with her data, Leo must wage a calculated war on four fronts simultaneously: a corrupt university administration, a private equity conspiracy, a government ministry primed to absorb his inheritance, and a ruthless brother who uses murder as a business strategy. Leo doesn't fight the trap; he renders it radioactive. Through glacial patience and architectural intelligence, he deploys precise legal instruments, media leverage, and forensic audits to dismantle the conspiracy. Ultimately, the shadow heir is legally neutralized, and Leo steps out of the wreckage to claim his throne.

Noah Kane has spent his entire life being told he's worthless. An orphan with no family, no wolf, and no future, he's ridiculed at Blackwood Academy, where the strength of your bloodline determines your worth. Betrayed by the girl he loved and humiliated before the entire school, Noah believes fate has already abandoned him. Then he dies. As his blood soaks an ancient pendant left by his unknown parents, a voice echoes through the darkness. [Compatible Host Confirmed.] [The Last Lycan System Activated.] In an instant, Noah awakens the legendary bloodline believed to have vanished centuries ago—the blood of the Last Lycan King. Now every Alpha Lord, vampire house, hunter guild, and hidden faction wants him dead before he claims the throne that could unite—or destroy—the supernatural world. With every mission completed, the System unlocks new powers, forgotten memories, and terrifying truths about the massacre that wiped out his family. But strength comes with a price, and every evolution pulls him closer to the ruthless monster the world fears he will become. Standing in his way is Lyra Ashbourne, the proud daughter of one of the Twelve Alpha Lords. Raised to believe the Last Lycan is humanity's greatest threat, she's sworn to hunt him down. Yet every encounter shatters what she's been taught, forcing her to question her family, her loyalty, and even her own heart. As enemies become allies, secrets become weapons, and love blossoms in the middle of a war neither of them chose, Noah must decide whether to become the king history demands... or the man Lyra believes still exists beneath the beast. Because the greatest enemy isn't the hunters chasing him. It's the darkness awakening inside him. When the last Lycan rises, the world will either kneel... or burn.

“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.