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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.

For Arga Pratama, being an honest police officer in this city feels like living in hell. Time and time again, he uncovers solid evidence to put powerful criminals behind bars—only to watch it all end up in the trash. The suspects? Still partying in luxury bars, protected by powerful “insiders” and bottomless wallets. The breaking point comes when Arga is forced to turn a blind eye after the son of a high-ranking official kills someone in a hit-and-run. Sick of being nothing more than a “guard dog” for corrupt elites, Arga slams his badge onto his superior’s desk. He believes quitting is the only way to remain human. However, the world is far from merciful. That very night, Arga loses the most precious thing in his life. His wife suffers a miscarriage after receiving relentless threats from the syndicate he had been investigating. In the cold hospital corridor, Arga can only sit in silence, staring at the ruins of his existence. No job. No authority. And now… no child. At his absolute lowest point, a floating screen suddenly appears before his eyes: [The Ultimate Detective System Activated.] [Target Detected: Those Who Believe They Are Above the Law.] Arga quickly realizes this is his only chance to rise again. Armed with a system capable of uncovering even the faintest traces of crime, he begins operating as a shadow detective. He does not just want to fix his shattered life—he wants every bastard who ever laughed at him to experience what true justice really means. They once bribed the police to erase evidence. Now, not a single secret can escape Arga’s eyes. Because to Arga, justice no longer needs laws or articles— It only needs flawless execution.

“Love?” she finally said, her tone dripping with mockery. “I suppose I did. Once. Before I realized love doesn’t pay the bills. Not when it’s tied to a man who can’t even afford to take care of himself.” The words hit Anderson harder than he expected. For three years, he had poured his heart into their marriage, believing they were building something lasting. But as he looked into her unyielding eyes, he realized how blind he had been. Anderson Denfield thought he had it all—a beautiful wife, a marriage built on love, and a future full of promise. But on the morning that shatters his world, he learns that his life has been nothing more than a cruel facade. His wife, Ashley, the woman he trusted above all else, has been harboring a devastating secret: she’s fallen for another man—a wealthy rival who makes no attempt to hide his intentions of replacing Anderson in every way. Betrayed by the woman he loved, Anderson Denfield finds himself heartbroken. But just when he begins to claw his way back, he discovers an even deeper betrayal: his own uncle, Eduardo, who kept in charge, has seized control of their family business, aiming to have it all for himself. Fueled by a searing need for redemption, Anderson reenters the business world—not as the meek man that has been cast aside, but as a force to be reckoned with but Anderson hides an even much bigger secret. will they find out? When love turns to hate and betrayal ignites vengeance, how far will Anderson go to reclaim his power

Kieran expected death but when he opened his eyes, he wasn’t greeted by a celestial herald or a mystic inheritance. He was greeted by the rotting stench of the Verdant Cloud Sect’s refuse pits thrown there after his Qi channels were shattered for daring to protect a fellow disciple. A cripple. Trash, discarded by the world of cultivation. As despair threatened to consume him, a cold, resonant voice echoed in his mind not from a heavenly treasure, but from the very spiritual garbage surrounding him. [System Initializing…] [Host Located: Zero-Star Aptitude. Mortal-Body. High Compatibility.] [Welcome to the Cosmic Scavenger Initiative. Processing Local ‘Waste’…] While geniuses plundered ancient tombs for legendary swords, Kieran’s system analyzed broken pill slag to reconstruct perfect Divine-grade elixirs. While young masters absorbed pure spirit stones, his system taught him to devour the corrosive resentment from cursed artifacts, turning poison into pure, terrifying power. His domain wasn’t a pristine meditation chamber it was the dump. And every piece of “trash” was a puzzle piece to ultimate strength. They laughed when he crawled out, covered in filth. They sneered when he dared to re-enter the outer sect as a janitor. But when a demonic beast core deemed too unstable and discarded by the Patriarch landed in the refuse heap, Kieran simply smiled. [Scanning… ‘Catastrophic-Level Waste’ detected. Beginning Assimilation.] Now, the sect that discarded him trembles. The geniuses who mocked him are baffled. For the man they left in the trash is sifting through the bones of fallen gods and the wreckage of dead realms and his cultivation path is built on everything they were too arrogant to see. This is the rise of an underdog no one saw coming, A cultivator who will forge a throne from the universe's waste.

She was looking for the perfect spot to build her tent to sleep over for one night. And the place she found is surrounded by tall trees that the fireflies chose to rest. But a scent of Sandal wood mixed with mint entered her nostrils and make her knees become weak. Elijah Suarez, the college student who doesn't know that the half blood that flowing inside her veins is actually from werewolves is now experiencing her first ever blood heat. "Your scent, I like your scent." The voice from behind together with the thick scent that is now surrounding her entire body makes her mind blank. She saw a man with golden eyes, sweating all over his body and has a.. Tail?! Dwine Frost, A dominant alpha who are having his dangerous first ever rut inside the mountain thought he was going to die. Being a purebred werewolf who can't find his mate because of the so called soul link. If he experienced his first rut without his soul link mate, he's going to die. Two souls meet inside the mountain under the red blood moon. Helping each other to subdue their sexual desires, bodies become one while the fireflies dancing above them. There is one problem, Dwine Frost, after his rut. Actually can't remember what happened when he wakes up in the next morning. Only the scent of vanilla mixed with Rose and orange left in his body. Who was it? Who is the one who helped him to overcome his rut? No, rather. Who saved him?

"How would you feel about facing death, knowing you've been cast aside by the people you loved the most?" Bryan pondered this question as it echoed in his mind, but as he opened his eyes to a new beginning, a fresh chance at life, he felt a surge of determination. He was willing to do whatever it might take to make those who had caused him pain pay, even if it meant shedding tears and blood as he had suffered. "Bryan, Mom was wrong. Please come back to us," "Bryan, Dad admits his mistakes, please forgive me and return to us?" "Bryan, we're sorry for neglecting you, we regret it now," even his three sisters who despised him the most. These were the same people who had never spared him a single glance, despite his longing for their love and affection his entire life, even when he lay on the brink of death they chose an outsider over him, now they beg for his forgiveness and plead for his return, it was ironic, almost laughable. "I don't have a family, and I'm perfectly fine being an orphan," Join the incredible journey of Bryan Winterwood as he goes from being an orphan to discovering as the long-lost son of one of the richest families, but despite appearing to be having everything there's nothing for him not even love until the moment he was dead, just when it seems like everything ended, fate has its own play for him, Bryan is given a second chance, instead of embracing the life of an heir to a billionaire family, he decides to walk away and return to the life of an orphan once again to rise and shine by his own

“Don’t make a scene, Marcus.” Sophia’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. “Sophia! 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.

Takumi Asano, a painter from Kyoto, Japan, had copied tens of thousands of Vincent van Gogh's oil paintings. One day, he traveled through time to Arles, a small town in Provence, France, just before Christmas in 1888. It could be said to be time travel, or rather, arriving in a parallel universe. There, he became Marcel Duval, a 20-year-old local "chimney boy". Right in front of him unfolded one of the most famous tragedies in art history: the impoverished and down-and-out Van Gogh, holding a razor, was pointing it at his left ear! — "Mr. Van Gogh! Put down the razor!" — "Tell Armand... I'll cut off my ear and give it to him right away!" Was there actually an untold secret behind Van Gogh's ear-severing incident? — "Keep it, and it will bring you more and greater works!" — "You're absolutely crazy! Who are you?" — "I'm your top-tier manager!" Years later, the Parisian art circle had undergone earth-shattering changes. Van Gogh, who had grown into a great master, no longer had darkness in his eyes: "Marcel, it really was a good idea to keep my ear. Without you, none of this would have been possible!" Takumi Asano, once a lowly copyist trapped in drudgery, had now become Marcel, the world's "Godfather of Art". He smiled and raised his glass: "Come to my Provence manor this summer. I've planted a vast sunflower field—tens of thousands of mu—just for you... By the way, would you like to see my new paintings?" 【Time-Travel Redemption + Underdog's Rise + Rewriting History】! Click to read, and join Van Gogh in defying fate to turn the tide, lighting up the stars on the canvas!

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.

"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?