Ruthless

"They called me trash. They called me a sacrifice. Now, I will call myself their God." In his earlier days, Kael led elite troops - fierce, unshakable till the very last breath. Yet that devotion got twisted into deceit. His own bosses handed him over; missiles tore through him while rage roared inside his chest. Yet dying wasn’t the finish. Kael wakes up inside Kaelen Vance - once the shamed third heir of a top martial bloodline. Out here, power rules; Kaelen had none - he couldn’t channel energy at all. His siblings tormented him nonstop until his cousin killed him just to steal his birthright. One heart, tied by a twist of deceit - yet both walking the same path. A bond broken before it even began. Right when Kael gets ready to battle his way free from hell, a robotic voice echoes inside his head - Welcome, Host - the God-Slayer System just powered up Using the System, Kaelan’s weak body changes fast - suddenly strong. The Ancient Dragon Body awakens, making stuck energy paths pump raw strength nonstop. Now he spots enemy details at a glance, grabs epic skills almost instantly. Killing foes pushes him higher, each battle adding power bit by bit. The family that turned their back on him? They’ll bow down. His cousin - the one who ended his life? Blood will answer for it. As for the so-called gods running everything? They’re marked now. Starting from the bottom world up to the top god realms, Kaelen moves forward - cold, focused. Survival isn't enough; instead, he takes control by force. This isn't about some brave savior fixing everything. Nah, this one’s about a ruler who just claimed it all instead.

The Gods Killer In the beginning, he was Arkan the Eternal—a god born of primordial flame, first among the immortals, wielder of divine judgment. He forged empires with a glance and shattered stars with a whisper. But power breeds fear, and even gods fear what they cannot control. Betrayed by his own pantheon—his brothers and sisters bound by jealousy and fear—Arkan was struck down in a celestial war, his soul cast into the void and his name erased from time. But the will of a true god cannot be silenced. Reincarnated in the fragile shell of a mortal, Arkan awakens in a broken world ruled by the very gods who betrayed him. His memories scattered, his power dormant, he walks the earth as a forgotten man—but the divine blood in his veins begins to stir. As ancient forces awaken and the heavens tremble once more, Arkan must reclaim his lost divinity, defy fate itself, and rise from mortality to become what the gods fear most: Not a rival. Not a rebel. But a reckoning. The age of gods is ending. And the killer of gods has returned.

Three years. That’s how long I worked part-time jobs, skipped meals, and saved every cent to support Olivia’s "future." I thought we were building a life together. I was wrong. The moment I stepped onto campus as a graduate, she didn't just dump me, she dragged me through the mud. She chose a sugar daddy twice her age, spat in my face, and humiliated me in front of everyone I knew. I was left with nothing: no job, no money, and a broken spirit in the middle of a Los Angeles storm. But then, the System woke up. “Mission triggered: Slap the slut in the face. Reward: $300,000.” The payout was instant. The revenge was sweet. Olivia thinks she traded up for a king, but she just paved the way for me to become a titan. She wanted a man with money? Fine. I’ll buy the luxury store she’s shopping in and make sure she’s never allowed to walk through the doors again. I’m Willy Morgan, and the days of being a stepping stone are over. The hunt is on, and the system is paying for every hit.

Born into a poor family, Rowan wanted his name on top of the world, but his talent was called a waste. "Fashion designing, Huh," His step brother laughed. "C' mon, what more can you stitch than rags." Rowan enrolled at Golden thread fashion Academy with his last penny, thinking his dream would finally come alive, but he was treated like dust under their boot, placed at the bottom of the trend, humiliated by juniors and interns. Thinking he had no place in the fashion world, a powerful figure showed up, offering him a rare opportunity.

In 2045, the "System" turned Earth into a divine slaughterhouse. Silas rose from slave-gladiator to God-Slayer, only to learn the truth: the System exists to harvest humanity. To break the loop, Silas shattered the Supreme Deity’s heart, triggering a Chrono-Collapse. Now, Silas is back in the pits ten years earlier, slave collar and all. But he’s brought a trophy: the Divine Slayer Store, filled with the stolen powers of the gods he’s already killed once. By farming "Karma" through defiance, Silas will buy back his godhood and turn the System's "playground" into a graveyard for the Gamemasters.

Chosen by the System, Rhys gains powers beyond imagination—but then his sister is kidnapped. To save her and survive, Rhys must confront monsters, betrayals, and the darkness within himself.

He is David Lewis, a young man who wants to stand high above the top of the world. Is it possible that he can make it happen with the support provided by the system. Follow the fun, don't forget to like and support, and make good comments. to build a good work...

In his first life, Desmond Kane gave everything to the wrong people and died for it. In his second life, he has no intention of making the same mistake. With the apocalypse approaching, Desmond uses his memories of the future to make millions, build a fortress, and crush the arrogant people who once looked down on him. When the world falls apart, only the prepared will live—and Desmond plans to stand at the top.

For three years Kai Mercer cleaned their cars, ate their leftovers, and answered to whatever name they felt like calling him that day. He let them. Not because he was weak. Not because he had no choice. Because the people who sent him into the Shen household told him to wait. To watch. To learn exactly how rotten their empire was from the inside before he burned it down. Then they dragged him out in front of three hundred guests, handed him divorce papers with his wife's signature already dry on the last page, and threw him into the street like he was never a man at all. That was the last mistake they will ever make. Kai Mercer is not who they think he is. He never was. And every person who smiled while they destroyed him is about to find out that the nobody they threw away was the only thing standing between them and the most powerful family in the country. He is not coming back for revenge. He is coming back to collect. And this time nobody is walking him to the door.

Julian’s heart skipped a beat. His mind raced as he tried to make sense of what he was seeing. He knew Ethan and Eva were close—too close at times—but this was different. This felt... wrong. His eyes flickered over the rest of the conversation, each message confirming his worst fear. The exchanges were casual at first, playful even, but then they turned more intimate. There was talk of meeting up “in secret,” of how much they missed each other, of their “special time” together. Julian’s throat tightened, the words blurring as his pulse quickened. He scrolled back through the messages, his hands trembling as the truth slowly sunk in.