Recording Hall

Richard ‘Ric’ modern-day military General dies in an accident and awakens in the body of a poor conscript in the collapsing Starlight Dynasty, a kingdom ravaged by famine, corruption, and endless war. On the very day he arrives, a royal decree is announced: “Every man drafted into the army must choose a wife before deployment to preserve the bloodline of the kingdom.” But because the war has lasted for years, countless women have been abandoned, widowed, or labeled “undesirable.” Most men choose young and healthy women, leaving the rest to starvation or slavery. While others fight over beauty, Ric notices three women sitting silently in the corner: a cold former noblewoman accused of bringing misfortune, a quiet village healer rejected for her frail body, and a fierce chained bandit girl awaiting execution. Mocked by everyone around him, Ric shocks the entire registration hall by choosing all three as his wives. The moment he does [Dynasty Survival System Activated]

Once upon a time, Mattheo March was nothing more than a lowly son-in-law. A man cast out, mocked, and even deemed unworthy to sit at his wife’s family table. One day, his life crumbled completely when his sister, Elodi, fell on the brink of death. In desperation, Mattheo awakened an inheritance he didn’t even know still flowed through his veins—the legacy of the March Burglar family, a legendary line of healers who once stood at the pinnacle of the medical world, but vanished mysteriously. An unexpected encounter with Mark Spencer leads him down a path filled with secrets. The man, who claims to have a connection to the March Burgler family, provides Mattheo with all the information he needs and guides him, preparing him to become a great healer like his ancestors. However, before Mark could finish preparing him, his abilities accidentally saved a VIP patient and the recording was leaked, causing the world to start searching for the “mysterious healer.” Behind the public spotlight, Mattheo discovered a bitter truth—the destruction of his family was not fate, but the result of a conspiracy led by powerful figures in the medical world. From the shadows, he began to piece together a cold but unstoppable plan for revenge. He came to expose the betrayal that the March Burglar family had endured, leading to the disappearance of the healers in his family and the erasure of all traces of their existence. He came to seek revenge against those who, even to this day, despite not knowing that he was a descendant of the March Burgler family, still hated and disrupted his life, leading to the deaths of his parents. Mattheo swore to restore the name of March Burgler to its rightful place in the eyes of the world.

The rain had been falling on Moonveil City since dawn, running in silver threads down the tiled roofs, spilling from gutters into the crooked alleys. The sky was low and iron-grey, heavy enough to press against the tower-tops of the Martial Regulation Bureau. Inside the courtyard of the Moonveil District Arms Hall, Kael Ruan stood in silence, a new-issued badge in his hand. He was twenty-four, too young, too brash, they’d said, yet here he was, sworn as the youngest Arms Keeper in the city’s history. His mentor, Master Renji, watched from the covered steps, eyes narrowed as if weighing more than just the rain. [Silent Oath System Activated] Oath Energy: 0/100 Core Blade Slots: Shadowsteel (Locked), Frostvein (Locked), Dawnpiercer (Locked) Techniques: Oath Cut (Locked), Sword Recall (Locked) The voice cold, ringing inside his skull had woken with his oath to defend the district. It spoke without warmth, without mercy. It offered strength in exchange for vows sworn before witnesses. But the warning was clear: break an oath, and the System would take more than power from him.

"Kill it! It's a defect! A stain like that has no right to exist in our city!" I looked at the small, pathetic puddle of black ink at my feet. The High Inquisitor’s laughter echoed through the hall, followed by the mocking sneers of the elite. My family’s last hope was crushed. My rank was zero. My future was a death sentence. But as the guard’s boot came down to crush my "beast," the world went cold. "Don't," I whispered. It was too late. The shadow didn't die. It opened its mouth. One gulp. That was all it took for a Rank-B knight to vanish into the darkness. In a world where Beast Tamers are kings and ranks are law, I was born a zero. They called my summon a "Formless Blob." They sentenced us to death before we could even breathe. Little did they know, my beast isn't from this world. It doesn't have a rank because the system can't measure the Abyss. It doesn't have a limit because it grows by eating everything they hold dear. Ranks? Social status? Respect? My shadow is hungry. And today, the elites are on the menu.

Ethan Carter loved Helen Blake so much that he became less than human for her. Her family treated him like a free servant. Her friends treated him like entertainment. And Helen? Helen treated him like a dog that would never leave. “Wait outside.” “Cook dinner.” “Pick Charlie up.” “Stop embarrassing me.” He obeyed everything. Even after Charlie poured alcohol on his head in public. Even after Helen forced him to apologize for things he never did. Even after hearing her say: “A man like Ethan should feel grateful I keep him around.” Then one night, while Ethan waited alone at City Hall to marry her, Charlie sent him a video. Helen in Charlie’s arms. Laughing. Kissing. Mocking Ethan together. “Your dog is still waiting for you downstairs,” Charlie joked. Helen only laughed harder. That night, Ethan disappeared. The next morning, hundreds of black luxury cars surrounded the Blake family mansion. The forgotten heir of the Carter dynasty had returned. The same man they treated like a stray dog… was actually the future ruler of a quadrillion-dollar empire. And this time— the people who made him kneel will be the ones crawling.

Ethan Carter loved Helen Blake so much that he became less than human for her. Her family treated him like a free servant. Her friends treated him like entertainment. And Helen? Helen treated him like a dog that would never leave. “Wait outside.” “Cook dinner.” “Pick Charlie up.” “Stop embarrassing me.” He obeyed everything. Even after Charlie poured alcohol on his head in public. Even after Helen forced him to apologize for things he never did. Even after hearing her say: “A man like Ethan should feel grateful I keep him around.” Then one night, while Ethan waited alone at City Hall to marry her, Charlie sent him a video. Helen in Charlie’s arms. Laughing. Kissing. Mocking Ethan together. “Your dog is still waiting for you downstairs,” Charlie joked. Helen only laughed harder. That night, Ethan disappeared. The next morning, hundreds of black luxury cars surrounded the Blake family mansion. The forgotten heir of the Carter dynasty had returned. The same man they treated like a stray dog… was actually the future ruler of a trillion-dollar empire. And this time— the people who made him kneel will be the ones crawling.

“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.

On the day Jamie lost his mother to cancer, he also lost his only accommodation and his girlfriend. Years of torture, humiliation and servitude from his stepfather and stepbrothers, Jamie was nothing more than a miserable bastard to the Reynolds, one they so desperately needed to do away with. His mother’s death was their perfect opportunity as his stepfather evicted him from his house, abused him and his dead mother publicly, and ordered the doctor to sell her corpse to organ harvesters. His stepbrothers made a spectacle of him and his dead mother, treating them as though they were worse than animals. And to crown their hall of humiliation, they took his girlfriend and cost him his job. With everything lost, there was nothing to live for anymore. Jamie owed the hospital over $100,000 and his boss over the same amount. His life was at risk, his existence was meaningless, and everything was set against him… Except for a sudden alert of $10,000,000,000 and a call from the world’s richest and most powerful man, claiming to be his grandfather. Jamie wasn’t a bastard after all; he had a family—a rich and powerful family at that—and he was their rightful heir. With a net worth of tens of trillions of dollars and the power to shut down the world with the snap of his finger… What fate awaits all those who did him wrong? What end has he destined for those who mocked his dead mother and her dignity? What was in the heart of the trillionaire for those who made his life hell and paraded their measly change over him? Revenge is best served cold…Or whatever temperature the Rich and Powerful Jamie Ashford wants!

He used to be a god. Now he's a loser. They're gonna see how wrong they are. Ryder was the 12th Master of the Dark Medical Sect—super strong, like a god that was about to become immortal. Then his own students betrayed him. He woke up as Dante: a broke, embarrassed, orphaned college student whose girlfriend just cheated, whose landlord just kicked him out, and who died in his underwear on a cold street. Great. Now Ryder—one of history's strongest healers—is stuck in Dante's weak body. He works for a cheap old doctor named Theo at a bad clinic, Silverbrook Hall, and sleeps in a tiny, freezing room. But gods get back up. When a patient is dying and Theo can't help, Ryder steps in and does this crazy Four-Colored Needle thing, a healing trick that was lost for a long time. Word gets out. People rush in. Rich folks want him to touch them. Doctors either want to learn from him or shut him down. And there's Zara—Theo's sweet daughter, who makes Ryder feel things he hasn't in centuries. It gets messy when a hot rich girl he cures, Serena, wants more than medicine. But being strong brings enemies. The Daniel Gang wants his money. His ex Isla is mad as he gets famous. And the Silverleaf Apothecary, run by Alistair and his cocky grandson Smith, will do anything to stop this "fraud" before he embarrasses them at a meeting. They have no idea what's coming. When the gang messes with his clinic, when the rich make fun of him, when the world tries to keep him down—Ryder will show them: A god doesn't ask for respect. He takes it. Warning: Contains martial arts, healing stuff, a love triangle, gang fights and cultivation