Seven Minutes In Heaven Eren Ao3

I'm thankful that you freed me from that f**kin' mountain, but..." Axl finds himself caught in the middle of a deadly conflict between the protagonist and the villain. Due to his past, Axl finds himself entrenched in the villain's camp where he is assigned as a double agent to spy on the protagonist. The problem is that the protagonist is his older brother who had lived with him in the mountains for seven years! "What a wretched plot," Axl sighed as the realization of the dangerous game he had been pulled into. According to the plot in his memory, he only has a few chapters left as his identity will be revealed because of a certain moron, which will invite the wrath of the protagonist. Thinking of this, Axl couldn't help but feel a heart attack. There is no way to escape; he is trapped here. The villain camp background is simply too much for him to handle, and as for joining the protagonist camp, looking at how his master and senior brother treat him like a servant, he would rather die again rather than become someone's servant. "Never mind," he tells himself. let's take this one step at a time. I know the plot already, so I should be able to make it through. He resolves focus on surviving the conflict between the two opposing factions. Despite the odds, Axl believes in his abilities and feels confident that he can navigate the dangerous landscape.

The day Silvan Laurent walks out of prison, he expects nothing more than a chance to rebuild his life. Instead, he finds the woman he believed was his wife celebrating her marriage to another man. The family he sacrificed everything for mocks him, admits they used him from the very beginning, and throws him out with nothing. Ten years earlier, a tragic car crash stole Silvan's memories and erased his identity. Believing he owed the Cross family his life, he dedicated himself to building their fortune before sacrificing seven years of his freedom to protect them. Just when he has nothing left, the truth finally comes to light. Silvan isn't a forgotten ex-con. He is the long-lost heir to the Laurent family and the rightful successor to the Laurent Conglomerate, one of the world's most influential business empires. Prison didn't destroy him. It turned him into something far more dangerous. Under the guidance of extraordinary men the world thought it had forgotten, Silvan mastered skills that no classroom could ever teach. Now he's back to reclaim his family's legacy, expose the people who stole his life, and make every person who betrayed him pay the price. They thought they had buried a broken man. Instead, they unleashed the only man capable of bringing their empires to their knees.

They called me the Scourge of the Seven Realms. The Black Emperor. The man who'd conquered half the world before his thirtieth birthday. None of those titles mattered now, as I lay dying on the blood-soaked marble of my throne room. "Any last words, Damien?" High Priestess Celeste stood over me, her blade — my own sword, stolen during the battle — still dripping with my blood. Behind her, the leaders of the rebellion watched with hungry eyes, eager to see the tyrant fall. I wanted to laugh. After everything I'd done, all the kingdoms I'd conquered, all the battles I'd won, I was being killed by the woman I'd once loved. The woman I'd trusted above all others. "You won't win," I managed, blood bubbling from my lips. "The demons... they'll come regardless. You've doomed everyone." "Better the demons than you," she spat. The irony was bitter. I'd conquered the world to unite it, to prepare for the demonic invasion my visions had shown me. But fear and propaganda had turned me into a monster in their eyes. They couldn't see that everything I'd done was to save them. "So be it," I whispered. "May you live long enough to see your mistake." Celeste raised the blade for the final strike. "Goodbye, Damien." The sword fell. Darkness swallowed me. And then...

The world ended in seven minutes. At exactly 3:17 AM, every graveyard on Earth split open. Cities drowned in ash. The skies turned crimson. And billions heard the same voice echo inside their heads: > [The Cataclysm Trial has begun.] [Survive. Evolve. Conquer.] Among the chaos, Vaeloric Thane dies almost instantly betrayed by the very people he tried to save. But death refuses to claim him. Instead, he awakens beneath a mountain of corpses inside a forgotten underground crypt, where a forbidden class chooses him: > Hidden Class Unlocked — Ashborn Necromancer Current Rank: Funeral Tier Unlike ordinary Necromancers who command mindless undead, Vaeloric can harvest memories, abilities, and fragments of souls from the dead themselves. Every corpse becomes knowledge. Every battlefield becomes his kingdom. As humanity collapses into factions ruled by tyrants, cults, and awakened monsters, Vaeloric marches through the ruins with an army stitched together from fallen hunters, ancient war-beasts, and cursed monarchs pulled from forgotten graves. But the deeper he evolves, the more horrifying the truth becomes. The apocalypse was never an accident. The dead were awakened to prepare Earth for the arrival of the Eclipsed Sovereigns—godlike beings that consume entire civilizations. And hidden within Vaeloric’s system lies the one power capable of commanding even them. Now hunted by both the living and the dead, Vaeloric must decide what he will become: Humanity’s last ruler… Or the final king of the grave.

He spent three years on his knees. He was never meant to be there. Three years ago, Kael woke up in an alley with no memories and no name. A wealthy family took him in, married him to the daughter they'd given up on, and turned him into their live-in servant—the one who apologizes when vases break and doesn't fight back when fists fly. Then something inside him starts to wake up. Hunters begin appearing. Beautiful, inhuman things that speak a name he doesn't recognize, and when they say it, something in him answers. Memories start bleeding through—memories of power, of judgment, of being something far more than human. Kael wasn't a nobody who lost his past. He was a god. The one who held other gods accountable. And when he got too close to their secrets, they ripped away his power, erased his mind, and buried him in a mortal body to suffer and forget. Now he's remembering. But every time he reaches for what he used to be, he loses a piece of the life he built here—his memories, his emotions, his connection to the wife who stayed. His brother, a god of war, is coming to finish the job. Seven days until he arrives. Kael can become what he was and lose everything human about himself, or stay who he is and die.

Adrian Lancaster's wrath unleashed when his sister was delivered up for auction. The bad men didn't know he was the War God. He ensured he left no man standing, and he will find Natasha Christian-Grey and put an end to the entire catastrophe. Ten years ago, Adrian made a promise at his mother's grave: become strong enough to protect his little sister from the powerful family that murdered their mother. He kept that promise — rising from nothing to become the legendary King of the North, the commander who united seven territories and ended a decade-long war. But on the day of his greatest victory, a desperate phone call shattered everything. "They found us, Adrian... It's too late..." His sister had been dragged to an underground auction — stripped, caged, and sold to the highest bidder like property. All orchestrated by Natasha Christian-Grey, the woman whose affair with his father had destroyed their family. They made a fatal mistake. They didn't know who he really was. Now Adrian has returned to Greenville with his elite forces, and he's tearing through the city like a hurricane. The corrupt businessmen who bought his sister. The arrogant martial arts masters who thought themselves invincible. The soldiers who betrayed their oaths. The entire Rodrigez family who dared to torture his aunt. One by one, they fall before the War God's fury.

For a thousand years, the Dragonforge has slumbered, its molten heart pulsing with the blood of the first dragon. Every century, it awakens to choose a champion, one who will either reforge the legendary Dragon bane and slay the Eclipse Wyrm, or become its vessel and doom the world. This time, it chooses Dain, a lowly blacksmith’s apprentice with no magic in his veins. But Dain hides a secret: he is the last descendant of the Dragonforge Heir, a bloodline cursed to bear the weight of the world’s salvation, or its destruction. On the night of his twentieth birthday, Dain’s adoptive father, Borin, is murdered by the Order of the Silver Flame, a fanatical sect of dragon-slayers who believe Dain’s blood is the key to unleashing the Wyrm. Forced to flee, Dain discovers the truth: his hands bear the Mark of the Forge, and his veins run with the same fire as the ancient dragon. Hunted by the Order and pursued by the Ashen Covenant, a cult that worships the Wyrm, Dain must master the lost art of Runesmithing and gather the Seven Sacred Ores to reforge the Dragon bane. But the deeper he delves into his heritage, the more he questions whether the Wyrm is truly a mindless beast, or a prisoner of a divine betrayal. His only allies are Serra, a disgraced knight of the Silver Flame who wants to burn the world to save it, and Veyla, a sorceress of the Ashen Covenant who hears the Wyrm’s whispers in her dreams. Together, they journey across the shattered kingdoms of Eldros, from the Phoenix’s Nest to the Tomb of the Forgotten King, each step bringing Dain closer to the Wyrm’s awakening—and his own transformation.

Aeron Miller was nothing. Weak. Bullied. Overlooked. Then the apocalypse came. Five years later, Aeron was the last survivor of Oakhaven, carrying the memories of everything he had lost—including the betrayal of his closest friend, Julius Everton, who killed him for a mysterious violet gemstone. But death wasn't the end. Aeron wakes up seven days before the System descends, back in his weak body with one advantage no one else possesses: He knows the future. He knows where the first monsters will appear. He knows which dungeons contain powerful treasures. He knows which people will become heroes, which will become monsters, and which will die. This time, Aeron refuses to remain weak. Armed with a stolen future, a mysterious ability called Temporal Echo, and the determination to change his fate, he begins preparing for the apocalypse before anyone even realizes it's coming. His goal is simple: Become strong enough to survive. But the moment Aeron kills his first monster, the future he remembers begins to change. New rifts appear. Unknown creatures emerge. People awaken abilities earlier than they should. And worst of all, Julius is changing too. The man who betrayed Aeron in the previous timeline may have awakened an ability far earlier than expected. Aeron thought knowing the future would give him an unbeatable advantage. He was wrong. Because the moment he returned to the past, the future stopped following the rules he remembered. And now, Aeron must survive an apocalypse he no longer knows completely.

The city calls him “nobody.” On paper, he’s just a broke young man with nothing but scars and a bad attitude. But in the shadows, Caden Pierce is the Septamillionaire Heir—the ruthless King of the Underworld. His enemies fear him. The elite don’t even know he exists… yet. After ten years of brutal training, Caden’s ready to tear his enemies apart and claim everything that’s his. When the spoiled heiress Vivian Montgomery is thrown into his arms—literally—he gets a taste of power, privilege, and the poison of high society. She calls him a “nobody.” Her circle mocks him. They have no idea he owns the ground they walk on. “You think money makes you untouchable?” Caden smirks, stepping over his latest rival. “Sweetheart, I buy men like you for sport and toss them out with yesterday’s trash.” But when the old-money dynasties scheme to bury him, and gunmen storm the club with Vivian in their sights, Caden doesn’t blink. “Let’s get something straight,” he growls, shoving a pistol under the lead thug’s chin. “You came for a princess. You found the king.” Enemies want his head. Socialites want his wallet. And Vivian—she wants him gone. But Caden Pierce didn’t survive hell to bow to anyone. He’s got seven million reasons to settle old scores. And one savage promise: this city will remember his name. Buckle up. The king is back—and he’s done playing nice.

Xue Wuchen ruled an empire through forty years of unmatched cultivation and unforgiving fear — until seven of his most trusted followers put a blade through his chest in his own throne room. He should have stayed dead. Instead, he wakes up in the dying body of Ren Xiao, the weakest disciple in the history of the Azure Hollow Sect — a boy with no cultivation root, no name worth remembering, and three seniors already standing over him with drawn swords. His mind is still a tyrant's. His body can barely hold a sword. To survive, he must relearn cultivation from absolute zero, all while hiding the one truth that would get him killed twice: that the "nobody" everyone despises is the same man an entire empire was built on murdering. But someone already suspects. An elder who flinches at a single flicker of light. A sharp-eyed disciple who notices too much. And a killer in the dark, sent by someone who should have no reason to fear a nameless failure at all. The empire that rose from his death still calls him a monster. The people hunting his bloodline haven't stopped — they've just forgotten what he looks like now. And somewhere beneath the lies both sides have told for a generation, the real reason he was betrayed is still buried, waiting for a weak boy with a tyrant's mind to dig it back up. He wasn't given a second chance to be forgiven. He was given one to make sure they never see him coming.