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Bran Ferrow forges one forbidden blade — and wakes something that was never supposed to open its eyes again. He's seventeen. Orphaned. Bonded into a dead man's debt with nothing to his name but a hammer and a master who resents feeding him. He has no reason to think he's anything but ordinary — until the metal in his hands glows the color of a bruise, and something ancient answers. The blade he forges can wound the Wardens — beings that shouldn't be able to bleed at all. Within days, Bran becomes the most hunted person alive, and every faction wants control of what his hands can create. An order that's spent centuries burying a war. A faction that insists it never ended. Something older than both, watching from the dark. Worse than any of them: his own parents. His father hid the truth about that ore for nine years. His mother's name is buried in a sealed file beneath a word even the people who wrote it no longer understand. Ashkindred. Every blade Bran forges costs him something. A memory. A piece of himself. Gone the moment the metal takes what it needs. Everyone wants to own what he can make. But Bran has spent his entire life belonging to someone else. The only thing left to decide is what he'll let the iron take — and whether there'll be enough of him left to choose.

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...

While everyone else received a powerful shelter, Adrian received a greenhouse. The apocalypse arrived without warning. Humanity was thrown into a brutal new world, in which those chosen as Lords received shelters — their only hope of surviving the endless waves of monsters. Adrian was one of the chosen ones. But when it was his turn to choose his shelter, it seemed as if fate was mocking him. A greenhouse. The lowest-level shelter. Useless in the eyes of everyone. “A greenhouse? What the hell can a piece of trash like that do for you?” “Hahaha! You’re doomed, Adrian!” 'Forget surviving the apocalypse. You probably won’t even make it through the first night!” Even Valia, the girl he loved, abandoned him without hesitation. She chose to follow Kaelen Vance, the lord who had obtained the highest-level shelter. Convinced that Adrian was a dead man walking, everyone left him completely alone. But none of them knew the truth. His greenhouse was not an ordinary shelter. It could evolve. It could transform. With every transformation, it became stronger, safer and more extraordinary. While the other Lords struggled desperately to survive, Adrian’s seemingly worthless greenhouse was quietly growing into an unimaginable fortress. Those who had once laughed at him would soon regret every word they had said. Adrian clenched his fists and smiled. “Go ahead. Laugh while you still can. Because when all this is over, let's see who'll be laughing last!”

In the Astrala Continent, spiritual talent is everything, and Ravian Arkana is a cursed anomaly. Born without Spirit Meridians and suffering from a physical disability in his legs, Ravian lived as trash in the eyes of the noble Arkana Family. The breaking point came on the night of his engagement, which was meant to ensure his protection; instead, he was betrayed. His fiancée, Lin Xuelan, along with his half-brother, shattered his bones and cast him into the Soul Annihilation Abyss a place where gravity crushes the soul and darkness swallows existence. However, death became the gateway to a taboo ancient power. At the nadir of his consciousness, Ravian awakened the Forbidden God System. This system did not grant miracles of light, but rather power from the deepest darkness: the Hell Meridians. With a body reconstructed by hellfire and legs now capable of moving beyond the speed of sound, Ravian crawled out of the abyss no longer a weakling, but an entity destined to exact vengeance against fate. Ravian’s journey is a symphony of blood and tears. From a mocked, disabled servant, he transforms into a mysterious figure who topples great sects and exposes the hypocrisy of the gods who rule the world. Every step he takes carries a message of death for those who once trampled him. The world that once discarded him must now tremble, knowing that the survivor of the Soul Annihilation Abyss has returned to claim the throne foretold in forbidden prophecy.

Ren Kazama died the way most people do in this kind of story, badly and without warning. Twenty-six years old, three energy drinks deep into an all-nighter, he was crossing the street outside his office at 2 AM when a delivery truck ran the red light. He didn’t even feel it. One second he was checking his phone for a client email, the next he was staring at his own crushed umbrella from somewhere above his body. No tunnel of light. No smiling goddess offering him a wish. Just darkness, then cold, then the sensation of something ancient and starving wrapping itself around whatever was left of his soul. When Ren opened his eyes again, he wasn’t looking at a hospital ceiling. He was looking at a throne room built from black stone and bone, lit by torches that burned violet instead of orange. A mirror stood in front of him, and the thing staring back wasn’t human. Red eyes. Skin like ash over embers. A voice, older than the walls around him, echoed in his skull: “The seal has broken. The throne is empty. You will do.” That was it. No explanation, no tutorial, no system window blinking helpfully into existence. Just a title dropped onto him like a curse. Demon King. Ren stared at the throne room full of demons who were already kneeling to him out of terror rather than loyalty, and had exactly one thought. Now what?

In the eyes of the powerful Lockhart family, Kael Virex is nothing but a disgrace—a silent, unaccomplished man who married into wealth he could never match. His wife, Seraphina Lochart, sees him as a mistake she is forced to tolerate, treating him with cold distance and quiet contempt. To her, he is insignificant. To the world, he is a myth. Hidden beneath his unremarkable life lies a secret no one could imagine. Once declared dead on a classified battlefield, Kael returned with a divine anomaly—a radiant hand capable of healing any wound and even calling the dead back to life. Now known only in whispers as the “God Hand,” he moves in the shadows, sought after by the most powerful figures in society. Leaders, tycoons, and kings bow their heads for a chance at his touch… yet the same man returns home each night to be ignored by the woman who bears his name. Seraphina does not know that the man she looks down on is the miracle the world is desperate to find. But when a crisis strikes the Lochart family—one beyond wealth, influence, or power—they are left with only one option: seek out the elusive God Hand. And unknowingly, she turns to the very man she has spent her life belittling. As secrets begin to unravel and identities draw closer to the surface, Kael must decide— Will he remain the invisible man in her life… or step forward and become the force that reshapes her world? Because the moment the truth is revealed, nothing in their lives will ever remain the same.

Mark Sanders worked his fingers to the bone as a freelance construction project manager. Every day felt like an uphill battle as he tried to grow his business while dealing with the cold stares and cutting remarks from Richard, his wealthy father-in-law. Initially, Lisa stood by Mark, believing in his dreams. However, as their unpaid bills mounted and their bank account shrank, she began to distance herself from him. Richard never hid his disgust, always making Mark feel like dirt beneath his polished shoes. The dragon tattoo on Mark's shoulder—a reminder of his carefree college days—became his only link to a time when hope burned bright in his chest. Mark's life fell apart when Lisa walked out. Her goodbye came with a shocking revelation that she and her father had been plotting against him for months. She falsely accused him of gambling away their savings and mishandling their money. Within days, police showed up at his door. The charges? He never committed. Richard's connections twisted the justice system like clay in his hands. Mark sat helpless as a sham trial tore his reputation to shreds. From his seat in the courtroom, he watched Lisa hiding behind her father, her eyes never meeting his as the judge sentenced him to prison.

In the shadowed kingdom of Valthorne, King Aric fell deeply in love with Seraphine, a half-demon woman of infernal beauty and fire. Their son, Prince Kane, was born heir to the throne. But weeks later, Aric was found murdered,throat slashed. His ruthless sister, Lady Morgana, accused Seraphine of using demonic sorcery to kill him. The queen was burned alive in the public square, her screams lost to black flames. The infant Kane was spared, raised as the "cursed prince" under Morgana's cold rule. Twenty-two years later, on the eve of his coronation, a terrified maid enters his chambers with a dagger. In the struggle, she stabs herself and dies. Guards find Kane standing over her body, blood on his hands. His fiancée, Princess Valerie of Eldrath, rejects him with disgust: "Just like your mother. A demon wearing a crown." The court condemns him without trial. Dragged to Dead Hill Valley,a bottomless abyss for the damned,Kane swears vengeance: "I will return. And every soul who betrayed my parents will burn." They hurl him into the void. He falls. Until darkness catches him. At the valley floor, demons with storm-gray skin and glowing amber eyes surround him. A fierce silver-haired female sees the blazing Emperor's mark on his shoulder. She commands: "Kneel. This is the one." They bow. She steps closer, smiling. "You are home, my king." The abandoned prince is no bastard. He is the last heir to an empire of demons. And vengeance is only the beginning.

In the fourth year of the apocalypse, humanity was on the brink of extinction. I did not perish under natural disasters or fall victims to zombies, but tragically met my end at the hands of betrayal and greed from my companions. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself five years past! In that year, apocalypse had yet to arrive, and my loved ones and friends who had truly cared for me were still alive, untouched by various reasons and my indiscriminate kindness… I am determined to correct the mistakes of my previous life in this new one. There’s still time to change everything! Reborn like a phoenix, I swear that, in this life, I will rather be a leader than a follower. I will do everything in my power to ensure that I and those I care about live well. Those plutocrats who squeezed the last drop of blood from us, those corrupt leaders who treated the lives of ordinary people as worthless, those complex and greedy groups, those awakened individuals who activated their talents but remained timid and cowardly, pushing ordinary people and responsible awakeners as scapegoat—This time, I’m coming for you. I swear, I will make you crawl at my feet! In this ruined world, I will rebuild the human habitat and restore an era of peace and prosperity! I will be the creator of this new world! I will be the king of the new era! I will be the new Legend!

Ethan was an ordinary everyday 16-year-old high schooler. Both his parents died in a car accident when he was just 12 years old. However, they left him enough money to survive and study. He was a great gamer especially skilled in gacha games ranking as one of the top gamers in his country. One Sunday he decided to play one of his favourite games 'The Cardinal World' when suddenly a short circuit occurred in his apartment and his brain got burned by the electricity transmitted through the VR device and he lost his life at that instant. At least, the death was only the beginning of his new road to supremacy. Opening his eyes again he found himself reborn as a baby in a world similar to the game he was playing before his death. He reincarnated as the same special custom character that he created in a limited-time event with the same skills. He was also given a system namely 'The Conqueror System' which will help him in his path to conquer and grow powerful. His mission is the same as the game's protagonist acquiring all the capture targets. While making certain that the protagonist stays as a single. Failure means eternal torture inside the void. Join Ethan on his journey to rise above the cosmos and conquer all under the heavens, filled with blood and passion, mystery and uncertainty. Tags: Milfs, harem, handsome protagonist, mature woman, big sister, demons, elves, multiple wives, manipulation.