Re: In My Bloody Hit

"You're worthless, Alex. A parasite who's been living off my daughter for three years!" Catherine's words echoed in the hospital room as Alex stood there in his stained apron, unable to pay his wife's medical bills. His card was declined. His best friend refused to help. His in-laws treated him like trash. But what they didn't know was that Alex Munroe was actually Alexander Castellano, the billionaire heir who had walked away from his empire three years ago to test if anyone would love him without his money. Now his wife Nora wants a divorce. Her family is selling her off to save themselves from bankruptcy. And Alex has exactly two weeks to decide: reveal his true identity and reclaim his power, or let the woman he loves slip away forever. What happens when the beggar becomes the king? When the powerless reveal themselves as the most powerful? And when revenge becomes the only path to redemption?

You were nothing, Mocked by family. Dumped by your lover. Fired and humiliated in front of a crowd. Rock bottom didn’t just greet you, it crushed you. Then came the letter. Gold-sealed. Hand-delivered. Signed by the richest consortium the world has never seen. “Congratulations. You are the sole heir.” Overnight, you go from broke to untouchable. Private jets. Infinite credit. Empires at your fingertips. The same people who spat on you? Now they’re kneeling. But money isn’t just power. It’s poison. With every billion, new enemies surface. Dark secrets claw their way into the light. And the ones closest to you? They’re the first to sharpen their knives. Now, you’re in a world where loyalty is currency, and betrayal is the cost of doing business. This isn’t a rags-to-riches story. It’s a war. Can you rise as the king of the new world… Or will the throne devour you before you ever sit on it?

Oliver James Smith gave his all to Lily. Over the years, he sacrificed his hard work for Lily's family to avoid being looked down upon. Until finally Oliver got divorce papers right when Lily officially became CEO. Lily got engaged to another conglomerate man, and Oliver was unceremoniously kicked out. His life hit rock bottom when Jane, his mother, died because she did not receive the treatment promised by Lily's family. Oliver is entangled in debts for medical expenses, funeral expenses, and debts to loan sharks that are suffocating. Then a stranger came to pay all his debts, saying, "Greetings, Mr. Oliver, it is time for you to return to your real richest family." With the power of unlimited wealth, Oliver rise up and reappeared to broke the Lily Family. He will show how excruciating revenge can be—until they tremble to mention his name.

A hero must be compassionate, selfless and courageous. But that isn't all. Because a hero must also be powerful. In this world, power is everything. Strength decides who gets to save lives and who's left with community service. That’s why I was nothing — a rank 50 E-Class reject, skating through the streets, saving what little I could while the real heroes battled gods and monsters. Then one day, I died. Almost. Dragged into the abyss, I was given a second chance: the Forever Core. An armor that evolves. A system that never stops adapting. Every battle, every hit, every mistake, I come back stronger. Now, the monsters that once crushed me can’t kill me the same way twice. I must adapt. Evolve. I must grow stronger and fight harder. Because humanity is worth fighting for. Even if I have to burn every villain alive to prove it.

Shawn Pendragon, a seventeen-year-old boy, was living an ordinary life on earth. He was a student at Jefferson High School. Just like other people, he had a low profile. He loved keeping things private, never posting on social media about what was going on in his life, and never trusting anyone, not even his own family and closest friends. That day, about one o'clock in the afternoon, Shawn and his best friend, Justin Meyer, were crossing the highway when a rushing ambulance suddenly appeared. His friend managed to survive, but he was unfortunately hit and died on the spot. That ambulance didn't have a chance to bring him to a hospital; he was brought to a morgue instead. "Where am I?" Shawn wondered when he opened his eyes and found out he was lost in the middle of nowhere. It was a place he had never been—the place where his new journey was about to begin.

For three years, Diego Herrera was mocked as nothing more than a “substitute husband.” His wife sneered, “Diego, you were never my man—you were Alejandro’s replacement.” Humiliated, treated like a parasite, Diego endured in silence. Until the night he walked away. What no one knew? The man they despised was the God of Martial Arts, a healer feared in every hospital, and a hidden CEO whose empire made generals and billionaires kneel. “Diego, you’re worthless!” Isabella spat. He looked at her once, cold and final. “Worthless men don’t make CEOs tremble.” From boardrooms to battlefields, his name will shake nations. Doctors, generals, tycoons—every one bows before him. And every woman who once laughed at him now fights to catch his eye. Heiresses, celebrities, even daughters of the most powerful families… all whisper the same thing—they want him. But Diego has no need to chase. He is the storm. The boss. The man untouchable. “You’ll crawl back to me!” Isabella mocked. He smiled faintly. “No. You’ll kneel.”

"Oh shut up, please!" Olivia said dismissively without any hesitation, standing up and folding her arms to her chest. Jason looked shocked, his eyes moved to her, then to the others, who still hadn’t said a word in his defense. "Why have you chosen to be this useless?" she continued in a low growl. "You haven’t worked a single day since we got married. Maybe you just like sitting in that chair, being pitiful, and using it as your excuse for why you're a broke man." Jason’s teeth clenched. He wanted to defend himself, to explain again, but the moment he opened his mouth, Olivia raised a hand. "Don’t say a word, I’m not done. You think you can play the victim forever? My family paid for your therapy, flew you around the world, gave you access to the best doctors, and yet here you are, back with the same damaged spine and still sitting in that chair." She rubbed her forehead. Jason lowered his gaze, disappointed at her reaction but he didn’t talk.

“Captain Spark, you’re insane,” Michael said hoarsely. “I’m an actor, not a cop. I’m not a monster.” “But you understand monsters, don’t you?” Ashley shot back. She pointed to the playback monitor showing his recent scene. “That look in your eyes, the way you enjoyed the kill… You’re more convincing than half the criminals in our files.” Michael had no response. Because she wasn’t wrong. The system made it easy, too easy, to empathize with darkness.

“Don’t make a scene, Marcus.” Quinn’s eyes, always so cold, flicked over him as if he were an unwanted stain. “A Saintess can’t be sullied by a man like you. Keep your distance.” For three years, Marcus Steel was a ghost in his own marriage. His wife, worshipped for her holy power, never let him near—not even a touch, not a night together. Yet every gathering, she let Alexander—her so-called ‘brother,’ his former best friend—rest his head in her lap, her hand stroking his hair, their laughter intimate and careless for the world to see. “Does it ever bother you?” Marcus whispered one night, desperation thick in his voice. “That you give him what you never gave me?” Sophia only smiled, distant as ever. “Alexander needs me. You… you’re just my duty.” When the earthquake shattered the banquet hall, Marcus reached for her through the falling debris. “Quinn! Please! Just take my hand—help me!” But her golden barrier was already around Alexander. She didn’t even look at Marcus as he screamed, “I’m your husband! Don’t leave me—” “I can’t save everyone,” she said, voice like ice. “Alex is injured. I promised to protect him.” As rubble crushed his body and hope faded, something ancient awoke in Marcus. Flames danced in his blood, power surging from the pain, the betrayal. From the ashes of humiliation and heartbreak, a dragon roared to life. Marcus Steel is dead. The Dragon King rises—and the Saintess will beg for mercy she never showed.

“Look at him. Completely useless.” Whispers spread like poison as students mocked Asta. He stood alone before the crystal ball,his palms open, waiting for his family’s legendary flame. Nothing came. “No spark. Not even rookie fire. What a joke.” Laughter rang out. “I heard he killed his mother, like, he literally ate his way out from his mothers womb like a monster!” Asta trembled. “It’s not true… I saw the man in the black cloak…” The Empress rose,her eyes cold. “You worm. No flame. No worth. Get out of my sight you disgust me.” Asta walked away through jeers, to the labor pits. An old worker whispered. “They’re blind. I see the Legendary Dragon Flame in you...sleeping deep.” Asta stared at his palm. A dark smile grew. If the old man was right… he wasn’t weak. He was the strongest. When the Dragon Flame wakes, those who laughed will kneel in ashes. Did he awaken it? Did he take revenge? Dive into the fantasy to find out.