Sad Eyes On My Block

They used to call me a nobody at Walter’s Regal...a nerdy, expendable novice architect buried in the basement, scrubbing the footprints of London’s elite off plans they stole from me. Then, I found the anomaly. Buried deep within ancient Crown property registries and centuries-old blueprints was a loophole so massive, it could bring the entire London skyline to its knees. I didn’t just find a flaw in the system; I bought it. With a few obscure land titles secured for pennies, I quietly took ownership of the very ground beneath their multi-million-pound mega-structures. Overnight, the tables turned. Money became my sharpest weapon, and capital my ultimate leverage. Now, those same billionaires who sneered at me are begging for my mercy as I systematically freeze their assets, bankrupt my former oppressors, and construct an untouchable empire of my own. I am Jayson Velasco. I went from the weakest link in the corporate machine to the most feared, filthy-rich tycoon in Europe. Look up at the London skyline. Every tower, every shadow, every brick belongs to me now. If you want to build in my city, you bow to my blueprint.

You will regret it, if I live, I will reply to everything you do to me and my family. Remember my promise!

On our wedding day, she didn't say "I do." She toasted my health, slid a poisoned needle into my goblet, and watched me choke on my own blood. My last sight was her stepping over my body into the arms of the man who bought her. I thought that was the end. I was wrong. I woke up in the Valerian Empire as Cale von Valerius—a discarded, "crippled" Third Prince who everyone expects to die quietly in a corner. But at the Imperial Welcome Banquet, she walked through the doors. Same face. Same voice. Same cruel beauty. Now, she’s Lady Evelyn, the newly betrothed bride of my ruthless older brother, the Crown Prince. She doesn't remember the blood on her hands or the altar where I died. She thinks I’m just a harmless, coughing prince with one foot in the grave. Let her think that. I’ll let her walk down the aisle again—right into the trap I’m building underneath her feet.

A strange explosion in the middle of a park granted me with a bold new power- THE ABILITY TO SUMMON A MECHA TO FIGHT WITH! But that's not all, because the first time I equipped my mecha I felt a strange connection spring into being and now... the bigger I make my harem, the stronger I make my mecha!

I woke up to find myself a weakling vampire with only 10 health points, and the Holy Light Knight Order was right outside to purify me! In my despair, the 【Proficiency System】activated—so long as I live, everything is grindable! To survive, I did anything! While other vampires were hunting maidens, I was slaughtering a hundred thousand rats in the sewer, my 【Bite】skill maxed out, awakening the talent 【Life Drain】! Holy Light burns painfully? I treated myself like the Monkey King's flesh and braved the Holy Light, my 【Holy Light Resistance】maxed out, awakening the talent 【Holy Light Affinity MAX】, and directly took a Holy Light bath in the church! They thought I was an elegant noble, but what I was actually thinking was, "This sword strike will probably only take 0.001% of my health—too risky, I must kill him instantly!" They called me the "Nighttime Scourge" because I targeted only the most heinous scoundrels, after all, the proficiency points from "Sinful Blood" were simply too generous! Years later, the Abyssal Demon God descended, and the gods fell. In the despair of the entire world, I brushed off the dust from my tailcoat and looked at my blood bar that had grown to an uncountable length. "You... can break my defense?"

I was born without a wolf. In a world where your wolf determines your strength and status, that made me worthless. At Blackfang Academy, I was the weakest student. My classmates beat me, my girlfriend betrayed me, and the Alpha who raised me refused to admit I was his son. Then they killed me. But death didn't end my story. It awakened something inside me. [LAST LYCAN SYSTEM ACTIVATED.] [Host compatibility: 100%.] [True bloodline detected.] [Identity: Noah Gray.] [Status: LAST LYCAN KING.] [Primary Objective: Destroy the Twelve responsible for your bloodline's extinction.] For the first time, I had power. But the System wouldn't give it to me for free. I had to defeat stronger wolves, survive deadly missions, recover ancient bloodline fragments, and unlock memories buried deep inside my mind. With every victory, I grew stronger. With every memory, my past became darker. My family wasn't destroyed because Lycans were monsters. They were destroyed because the Twelve Houses feared what my bloodline could become. Now I'm hunting them one by one. But the closer I get to the truth, the more disturbing things become. The System knows secrets even I don't remember. Someone has been controlling my missions. And the person who created the System may still be alive. Worse, the System was never designed simply to make me King. It was designed to stop the Lycan King. Including me. If I can't uncover the truth before my final transformation, I won't become the king who saves the supernatural world. I'll become the monster that destroys it.

Nicolas closed his eyes, letting his pain and regret drown him, then let out his final breath. His eyes went shut and finally eternal bliss took over. Death was now in control. In a world of magic and mayhem, Nicolas finds himself thrust into a new reality after a tragic accident claims his life. As he struggles with grief and confusion, a mysterious figure named Arlimus offers him a chance at a fresh start through the Book of Destiny. With a mix of hope and apprehension, Nicolas takes a leap of faith and is transported to a realm where he discovers he has been reincarnated as the Demon Lord Abron. As Nicolas awakens in a beautiful landscape, dressed in royal attire, he is greeted by a battalion of enemy soldiers approaching with intentions to harm him. With danger lurking in the shadows and allies filled in mystery, Nicolas must navigate this new world filled with caution, unsure of who to trust or what fate has in store for him.

Maltreated and hated by my in-laws, I am back to fulfill the law of karma. BEWARE MY RETURN AND REVENGE

All my life, I’ve been a struggling college student, fighting tooth and nail just to make ends meet. Earning a scholarship to the most prestigious university in the country was my greatest achievement—but it also made me a target. To the wealthy elite who ruled the campus, I was nothing more than an outsider, the "poor scholarship kid" who didn’t belong. Every day, I endured their mockery, their whispers, and their cruel pranks. But everything changed with one phone call. One call that turned my world upside down. One call that rewrote my destiny. In an instant, I went from being the poorest student on campus to someone they never saw coming. And now, it's my turn to change the game.

Lord Dryk and all his followers were defeated centuries ago. Or so the white mages believed until the reincarnation of his very own mistress, Ramona and her campaign to resurrect the dark lord. Yet darkness could return without the promise of a savior. Wayne a mage born without the gift was shipped off to stay with his uncle Alard and his daughter Calley, another abomination to the line of magic, while his father goes off with the other mages to find the savior and bring an end to the campaign of Ramona. But in the rarest of times, when no one expected, Wayne’s gift awakened, not in the manner which everyone thought it would be, and no one sensed it except Alard, yet that wasn’t all, Calley also awakened the gift like every other mage in history attracting the eyes of both good and evil, forging the prophecy to take a form no one saw coming and with it, the beginning of a long-avoided war. *** “I am tired of waiting for saviors, Fifteen years they have searched and found nothing. My father risks his life on a prophecy that may be empty. And we sit here like sheep, praying some child will appear to save us.” “In the old tales, it was not only mages who broke Dyrk’s host at the Battle of Broken Chains. It was the swords of men, thousands of them held the line while the archmages sang their spells. Common steel bought the world its freedom when magic faltered. If this Ramona comes again, let her face more than spells. Let her face men who will not wait for miracles.” Alard studied him for a long moment, something unreadable moving behind his eyes. “And what would you have, nephew?” “Train me,” Wayne said.