Savior

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.

Reed has left behind his past, the life of a scavenger, for a fresh start with his wife and lovely daughter - or so he thinks. But an ugly conspiracy breaks out at work that threatens the life he's built for many years. After saving an employee from harassment by his corrupt boss, he's accused and sent to jail unjustly. His wife divorces him and denies him custody of his daughter, his only reason to live. With his life crashing on all sides, his mother's ill health, and his daughter's poor standard of life, he has no choice but to go back to the life he had vowed he was done with. There's an outrageous bid on the dark market for the best killer to take down his former boss, the man who sent him to jail, a drug dealer who will stop at nothing to end him permanently, Reed sees an opportunity to regain his lost glory. As shocking discoveries are made about his ex-wife's new interest, a rival, and his untraceable source of wealth, a gang of killers emerges to challenge Reed and take his place as the best assassin in the city. Reed finds out that the client ordering the hit on his former boss is nothing but a college girl. In a twist of events, she ends up being his savior and takes his daughter in. Reed navigates the treacherous world of gangs, assassins, traitors, and greedy power-drunk men. Fueled by his love for his daughter and anger at injustice, he stands up to himself and lets the shadows of his past lead him yet again, embracing the SCAVENGER he's always been

I remember the day everything burned like a wound that would never heal. Flames stole my family — my parents were ripped from me, my little brothers and sisters turned to ash — all because debts bled our name dry. They came in the night with torches and cold mouths, set our home alight, and watched the world I knew collapse into smoke. When I thought the world had taken its last piece of me, something — someone — stepped through the blaze. I could not tell if it was man or woman; the fire kept the savior's shape blurred and holy, as if the flames themselves had given birth to a protector. They pulled me from the ruin and vanished like a promise. For seven years I answered a different kind of fire. I joined the army and let the drill and the discipline burn the broken parts clean. My hands learned steel. My bones learned marching. My nights learned keeping watch. I learned how to turn pain into armor, sorrow into strategy. I was forged in training fields and battle lines until a new name fit me. I am Kaelor Thane now — not a child who once cried over ash, but a force that arrives on the war road without apology. They called me the God of War because I learned to move like thunder and strike like winter. I carry no mercy in my pocket; I carry only the weight of a debt to be settled. Those who think they can stand between me and what I owe will learn the hard truth: I do not forgive. I do not forget. I return to make the ledger even, and I will make them pay in ruin, pain, and a silence that remembers my name.

"DESTROY HIS DANTIAN!" Ma Durung shouted with a booming voice. Immediately, several disciples tightened their grip on Zhao Yun. The command from Ma Durung, the crown prince of the Ma Kingdom and a prodigious disciple of the Black Dragon Sect, was carried out without hesitation by his subordinates. Zhao Yun, forced to kneel with both his hands firmly restrained by two of Ma Durung's followers, was in a dire situation. His mouth was gagged with cloth, silencing any attempt to cry for help. Worse, his qi flow had been sealed by Ma Durung's personal guards, rendering him powerless to resist. With desperation in his eyes, Zhao Yun glanced toward his three closest friends. His gaze pleaded for their help, a silent cry for salvation. But to his dismay, his friends turned their faces away, avoiding his gaze entirely. Witnessing their betrayal, Zhao Yun could only grimace inwardly. Those he had considered friends, those he had always helped, had stabbed him in the back. A young, innocent man, left crippled with his dantian destroyed, the victim of envy from a royal prince and the betrayal of his three closest friends—this betrayal filled Zhao Yun with a profound sense of disbelief and an unquenchable thirst for vengeance. As he fought to survive the despair threatening to consume him, Zhao Yun was unexpectedly saved by a figure he deeply admired, someone he had always looked up to. Unbeknownst to him, this savior would present Zhao Yun with a choice that would shape his future. Will Zhao Yun redefine his purpose in life? What fate awaits him as he steps into an uncertain future?

"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.