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In a world where magic is bought with memories, Varek Soren trades the last warm thing he owns, the sound of his dead father's voice but the System hands him a blind, mewling creature everyone calls worthless. The crowd laughs, his fiancée turns away with cold eyes, and Varek believes his life is finally finished and over. He does not yet know that his death has not even started. Varek is not the failure the world sees. He is the last living vessel of Azrath-Kai, a Mythic Void Leech so dangerous the old gods sealed it inside his bloodline centuries ago. His father did not die in some random battle as he was told but he was killed by the lightbringer… Aurelius, the most beloved hero in the realm butchered Aldric Soren to keep the beast from ever waking and the woman Varek loves so much has known the truth all along. On the night after his deepest shame and disgrace, Vespera Ashford comes to him with warm food and gentle words, he still trusts her, he still believes she was forced to break their engagement, so he ate the food without questioning her or her sincerity not knowing that the food was drugged. He wakes strapped to a cold table with Vespera holding the surgical instruments, her new lover holding the lantern, and Aurelius the Lightbringer standing over him with a soft smile as he peels Varek's memories away layer by layer to rip the sealed beast from his living body. Varek dies in absolute agony, betrayed by the woman he gave everything to and butchered by the hero the whole world worships. Then he wakes up on the morning of the Summoning Day, two weeks before his murder, with the Regression Gift burning in his blood.

Three years after civilization collapsed, Ethan Carter has learned one brutal truth: The apocalypse didn't destroy humanity. Humanity destroyed itself. While escaping a ruined city, Ethan discovers an underground facility containing a strange device capable of transmitting fragments of future events. Before he can understand it, the facility is attacked. Ethan dies. But instead of darkness, he opens his eyes in his own apartment. His phone shows the date. Seventy-two hours before the world ends. At first, Ethan thinks he's been given a second chance. Then he discovers something impossible. He remembers the people who survived the apocalypse. Not hundreds. Not thousands. Exactly 37 people. And every one of them played a role in shaping the new world. Some became heroes. Some became monsters. Some became rulers. And some betrayed everyone who trusted them. Ethan knows their names. He knows where they will be when the disaster begins. He knows which ones must be saved... And which ones must never be allowed to survive. But there is one problem. In his memories, Ethan Carter was not one of the 37 survivors. He died on the first night. Now he has only 72 hours to change his fate. As the countdown begins, Ethan races across the city, gathering the people he believes can survive. But on the second day, he encounters a woman who should not exist in his memories. She looks at him and whispers: "You came back too." Ethan freezes. Someone else remembers the future. And she knows something he doesn't. The apocalypse isn't supposed to happen in 72 hours. It's supposed to happen tonight.

He gave up everything for love. Once a rising professional with a brilliant future, Ethan Hale abandoned his high-paying career to support his wife’s ambition. While he became a full-time father and the silent backbone of their household, she built a powerful company—using his sacrifices as stepping stones. On the night her company goes public, Ethan prepares a candlelit celebration. Instead, he discovers the truth: his wife is having an affair with a younger subordinate. Before he can confront her, he is betrayed, cornered, and killed—his death erased as an unfortunate accident. But fate is not finished with him. Ethan opens his eyes to find himself reborn on the very day her company goes public, with full memory of his past life. This time, the cold dinner, the incriminating video, and the betrayal no longer break him—they awaken something far more dangerous. Calm, calculated, and merciless, Ethan exposes the affair, demands a divorce, and reclaims everything he once gave up. Using his future knowledge, he re-enters the ruthless business world, dismantling empires, manipulating markets, and turning former allies into enemies. As his power grows, so do the stakes. Hidden enemies emerge. Another reborn manipulator lurks in the shadows. The cost of changing fate begins to exact a brutal price. And when his revenge threatens the very people he wants to protect, Ethan must confront the truth he never faced in his first life: Is winning worth losing his humanity? Caught between love and vengeance, power and responsibility, Ethan must decide whether his second life will be ruled by hatred or forged into something greater. This is not just a story of revenge. It is a story about second chances, the price of power, and choosing the future you deserve.

Two weapons clanged. A sturdy long stick with a large mace on top was swayed aside by a strong female warrior. With her short reddish hair and a menacing yell, she trusted her chain mace towards a tall girl with a long pointy tail and protruding fangs. She barely dodged her attack, throwing her body to the ground of the arena. The audience behind the flimsy fence roared and cheered in a frenzy. They were packed tight around the rocky walls, thirsting for blood. The fallen girl heaved, holding her weapon tight. Standing up, she narrated, "Someone once joked 'Go to Heaven for the climate, Hell for the company'. Only fools can believe this to be true." Her opponent cackled with a smirk, ready for another attack. "Do you want to know what it's like down here? Well, let me tell you.” The woman in question entered this world as a very old and very ill woman. Surrounded by her loved ones, she closed her eyes and entered a hell-like dimension. It resembled a large city floating on a lake of lava, called Helltown. With very little resources, she had to find a way to survive. Luckily, there was hope. The woman used a spell to become a beautiful young woman with super strength. Disguised, she fought demons, escaped the slums, ended up in a brothel and then as a gladiator in an arena. With many enemies and shifty allies, she finally managed to catch a break and get to the top floors, where the intrigues truly start. Along the way, we learn more about her life on Earth and the possible reasons for her being there. Can she stay sane among such evil? What is Helltown, and does it affect the life on Earth? A lot, actually.

"Kneel," Elijah's voice was cold, his eyes burning with fury. "Kneel before the last heir of the Norton family." His enemy’s face turned pale, fear creeping into their eyes. Once a mere orphan, the mighty Dragon Marshal had returned to claim what was stolen and unleash his wrath on those who destroyed his family. ... Elijah Norton, known across Evendore as the feared Dragon Marshal, is a man of power and mystery. Once a child with nothing, he became the youngest and strongest Seven-Star Marshal, commanding armies and shaping destinies. But his heart carries a hidden pain—a thirst for vengeance. Ten years ago, his family was wiped out in a brutal fire, orchestrated by the city’s four most powerful families. Only Elijah survived, saved by a mysterious girl who vanished soon after. Now, he is back in Arthurton, the city that tried to bury his legacy, to find the girl who saved him, and to settle old scores. Sophia Donald, a once-scarred woman who saved a boy from a burning mansion, is now caught in a storm of family betrayal, secrets, and revenge. With her disfigured past behind her, she crosses paths with Elijah, unaware that the man she helped is now the most dangerous force in Evendore. As Elijah uncovers dark plots and hidden enemies, the lines between justice and revenge blur. Can he reclaim the Norton family’s lost heirloom and bring those who wronged him to their knees? Or will his rage consume everything he cares about, including the woman who once saved his life? The path to vengeance is lined with blood, fire, and shadows for the orphaned heir-turned-Dragon Marshal. The battle for Arthurton has just begun.

“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.

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.

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.

In the God Domain, Cultivators were few but each of them wielded power that would make them known as gods. How did they come to have such power? By comprehending the laws between heaven and earth and became those very laws. But something occurred, a youth that hadn’t gained the acknowledgment of the heavens to become a cultivator chance upon Qi. Determined to reverse the bad hand faith had dealt him he started researching it and came to a shocking conclusion. The laws that the heavens prevented him from comprehending were swirling around in this strange energy! The youth thought that if he could somehow control Qi then he could defy the heavens and become a cultivator. Without any hesitation, he began researching more and found that the only way to control this newfound energy was to absorb it into his body. After many years of preparations, he did exactly that. However, he promptly died from the finger size strand he absorbed. Ten years after his death a cultivator found his journal and decided to further study this fascinating idea! Skipping forward to an unknown period in the future and a baby was born into a powerful royal family as the second prince. Upon his birth, this child had the laws of heaven and earth swirling around him. This sent the royal court into a stir, everyone thought the heavens had blessed the Emperor’s second son! But while this was happening, the baby prince that was just born saw the midwife conjure water to clean him from thin air using a Qi spell. Upon seeing this the baby’s eyes widen into saucers while a voice screamed hysterically in his head. “W-WHO THE FUCK STOLE MY IDEA!?!” *** Other Novels: Heavenly Illusions