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"That's a check for one million dollars. Take it and leave. Go reunite with your mistress and live your lavish lie." Caroline's voice cracked as she slammed the check against August's chest, her eyes red-rimmed and burning. For three years, she had played the loyal wife to a crippled man. Three years of silence. Three years of him vanishing each month without explanation. Three years of missing money and whispered rumors she'd desperately tried to ignore. She loved him once. But even love has limits. August watched his devastated wife walk away, her footsteps echoing like a death sentence. The truth sat on his tongue—boiling, desperate to be free. But he swallowed it. Not yet. For her safety, she had to remain in the dark. Three years ago, he emerged from a brutal war victorious but broken—ambushed when his strength was at its lowest, his legs shattered, his body labeled useless. They wrote him off. They laughed at the wheelchair-bound shell of a once-great warrior. But August never accepted that fate. As the door slammed behind Caroline, something inside him cracked—not broke, cracked open. His Qi, long dormant, surged like a tidal wave. And for the first time in three years… August stood. The wheelchair sat empty. Now, the man they abandoned is rising. His enemies will kneel. And his wife? He will protect her from the very family scheming to strip her of everything—even if she hates him for the secrets he kept. Let them come. August is done sitting down.

Marcus Hale dreamed of becoming a hero. At ten, he played knight in the sunlit streets of Millbrook—until the demons came. When the Enforcers, elite magical warriors, chose to defend the capital instead of his village, Marcus lost everything: his parents, his home, and his faith in the world. Six years later, he enters Valorheart Academy as a Defender—the lowest rank in the magical caste system. Assigned to shield others while nobles chase glory, Marcus is mocked by instructors, denied access to advanced knowledge, and forced to accept that power is for the privileged. His only light is Isabella Rodriguez, a brilliant Mage and his first friend—maybe more. But even that is taken when Arthur Blackthorne, a powerful noble with eyes on both Isabella and the throne, maneuvers Marcus into disgrace. Stripped of allies and on the verge of expulsion, Marcus discovers a forgotten power buried beneath the academy—a living source of ancient magic that offers him what society never would: a choice. He fuses with it. Survives it. Becomes something no Defender was ever meant to be. With new abilities and a mind sharpened by betrayal, Marcus begins to reshape the academy from within, gathering outcasts and training them to challenge the system. He’s not just fighting for equality anymore—he’s building a revolution. But the deeper he delves into power, the more he risks becoming like the very tyrants he vowed to destroy. Love, loyalty, and vengeance collide as Marcus confronts the brutal truth: to create a new world, he may have to burn the old one down. He was born to defend a world that discarded him. Now, he will destroy it.

He walks the palace halls wearing a prince’s face and speaks a hero’s words but every night, another body falls but behind his smile lies a blood-drenched secret. They say he came back from a coma. The truth is, he came back from the dead. When Prince Kairo returns from a decade-long coma, the kingdom of Caelwyn rejoices. But their hope is misplaced. Because the man behind the youthful eyes is not the prince. It is his uncle Malrick Vale, a disgraced noble once thought dead who has carved himself into his nephew’s likeness through years of planning and surgical reconstruction. He claims to avenge the friend the crown betrayed. But his true desire is darker. He craves what only power can give him: the freedom to kill whomever he chooses, whenever he desires. The mask of royalty offers protection. The crown offers complete control. Only one woman knows the truth. Sheila Ren, a former maid who narrowly escaped his blade years ago, becomes obsessed with exposing the monster beneath the mask. Alongside Tate Wyvern, a disgraced royal guard tormented by guilt and bound to justice, she risks everything to stop a man who has fooled a kingdom and who will never stop hunting his prey. And they must stop him before he turns the entire kingdom into his hunting ground. Because once he sets his sights on you… you’re already dead. But in a world where mirrors lie and monsters wear crowns, who will the people believe?

“Please… don’t kill me!” My voice trembles as I stare at the two people standing in front of me, my own brother and my wife, the woman I love more than my life. “Why…?” I whisper, my throat dry. My brother smirks and she avoids looking at me, as if I mean nothing to her. That silence… it breaks me more than anything. I step back slowly, but my foot slips near the edge. Panic rises in my chest as I realize where I am the cliff behind me, the darkness waiting below. “No…” I murmur, but it’s too late. A sudden push and I fall. The wind roars in my ears as my body drops into the abyss. Fear grips me, but stronger than fear is the burning betrayal inside me. My eyes shut as darkness swallows everything. They think I die that night But I don’t, I survive and I change. Years pass, and Now I return to the same world but I am no longer that weak man. I am something else… something darker. The city fears my name. The underworld bows before me. Power runs through my veins. Money, influence, control everything is mine now. And I don’t return alone. With a mysterious princess, beautiful yet dangerous, her secrets as dark as my past. She understands me in ways no one ever could. This time, I don’t beg. This time, I don’t fall. Because I am no longer the man they betrayed… I am the nightmare that has returned for revenge.

“So this is what you really want, Jasmine?” he asked, his voice calm yet laced with an undercurrent of disappointment. “After everything?” She crossed her arms, her expression hardening. “Let’s not pretend there was ever an ‘everything’ between us. You don’t get to guilt me, Ethan. I’ve been miserable, living with a man who has no drive, no ambition. I’ve wasted enough time.” Ethan’s mouth tightened, but he stayed silent, letting her words sink in. She’d always seen him as a failure, the quiet husband who blended into the background. And now, with the prospect of a new life on the horizon, she was willing to cast him aside without hesitation. In that moment, Ethan felt something within him shift—a quiet yet powerful resolve. She had no idea who he was, what he had done for her, and the lengths he had gone to support her dreams while sacrificing his own. The weight of his hidden life, his secrets, his true identity, all of it bore down on him, but he remained silent. He calmly reached for a pen, signing his name with a steady hand. As he finished, he pushed the papers back to her, his eyes meeting hers with a new intensity. “You’ll get what you want, Jasmine,” he said quietly, each word filled with a weight she couldn’t quite decipher. “But I want you to remember this moment.” She blinked, confused, perhaps even a little unnerved by his composed demeanor. “Remember it? What are you talking about?”

What happens when an ordinary teen beats the god of games without knowing it? Corey Feldman is an eighteen year old gamer. His final year of high school started with a huge bang when he's challenged by a masked player for his title as best gamer, in one of his favorite game. Corey wins the game easily, and notices that the player logged off without a word. Feeling unbothered Corey had no idea he had just beaten a sentient deity at a game, and the god did not like that. When a new game comes out, stealing the eyes and hearts of all the children in his small town, Corey feels compelled to play it. The game is called the lock keeper, and the moment he plugged it in, he died. Now reborn inside the game, at level zero with a god given ability, Corey is challenged once again by the deity. “Level up, and make your way to the final round, there we will fight for the ultimate title. If you win, I will relinquish my abilities and status to you, if you don't. You better hope you win, Corey." The eerie voice bite out. Corey isn't one to back down from a challenge, but he's never actually played a game in full person. Taking actual damages and all. Can Corey outsmart the lock keeper and become the new god of games? Or will he suffer the same fate as the others who tried? Read to find out. This is a video game harem. Each chapter is a new level. I just have one question, can you survive the lock keeper?

Riven Kaelen spent three years as the despised live-in son-in-law of the powerful Mercer family. To help his wife, Sloane Mercer, build her business empire, he sacrificed everything—his inheritance, his dreams, and his dignity. While Sloane rose to become the celebrated CEO of Vespera Corp, Riven became nothing more than a joke in the eyes of her family. Mocked by his in-laws, humiliated by strangers, and forced to work as a delivery rider just to pay his mother's medical bills, Riven endured it all in silence. But when his mother falls critically ill and requires a million-dollar surgery, Riven turns to the one person he once trusted—his wife. Instead of helping him, Sloane presents him with divorce papers and a cruel ultimatum. Sign away his remaining shares in her company or watch his mother die. To complete her betrayal, she transfers ownership of a bankrupt company called Veridian Global to him, believing she has finally rid herself of her worthless husband. What she doesn't know is that Veridian Global is far from bankrupt. Hidden beneath years of neglect lies a business empire worth billions. Overnight, the son-in-law everyone looked down on becomes one of the wealthiest men in the country. Now, the Mercer family wants forgiveness. His ex-wife wants him back. His enemies want mercy. But after years of humiliation, Riven has only one answer: They should have treated the son-in-law better when they had the chance.

Tristan Asher died on the floor of the Apex Gate, betrayed by the one man he trusted, while the world he'd spent five years trying to save burned around him. Then he opened his eyes in his own apartment—twenty-three years old, five years younger, fourteen hours before the sky cracks open and everything begins again. This time, he's not here to be a hero. He's here to win. He has a list. Every gate, every betrayer, every mistake that cost him everything—he remembers all of it. What he doesn't expect is her. Kira Knight should be a stranger. Instead, he already knows her coffee order, the way her voice drops when she's trying not to cry, and exactly how she died in the life he's not going back to. He can't tell her any of that. He can't tell her he's already loved and lost her once, or that the System itself has a name for what he is—and a warning waiting underneath it: *you are not the first.* Someone else came back before him. Someone else had the same plan, the same knowledge, the same fourteen-hour head start. It didn't work. Now Tristan has seventy-two hours to become someone the apocalypse hasn't already beaten, a woman he isn't allowed to love yet, and a truth he's terrified to find out—why every version of this story before his has ended the same way.

Lying inside an MRI machine, was nervous and slightly scared inside the round and magnificent tube. Just beside the room stood two men in lab coats. There were men dressed in military uniforms and holding submachine guns. “Are you ready?” one of the doctors asked through the mic. “Do it.” the boy replied with a resolute tone. The doctor nodded and pushed a button and the MRI machine began to give a low humming sound. Suddenly, the boy felt a sharp pain in his head, which made him scream in agony. He struggled to break free, but he was restricted. After a few seconds, the noise died down. Suddenly, an alarm began to blare and all the monitors displayed warning and error messages. The men were all shocked, and the uniformed men all cocked their guns and pointed them at the MRI machine. The normal MRI machine began to glow and melt. One could tell that something was burning it. Suddenly, it exploded, sending the parts flying everywhere. Some even broke through the glass pane and hit some of the uniformed men. There was smoke everywhere and the men all stood up and looked in the direction of the MRI room. As the smoke cleared, a pair of red, cold, and burning eyes opened up and stared at them, sending shivers down their spines. ________$ Following an accidental encounter, Leo began to manifest superpowers, but with great power, comes power-hungry men and great responsibilities. Leo promises to use his powers for good and be the hero he wants to be. But, things did not to turn the way he wanted them to be Will Leo overcome the principalities he faces with himself and be the hero he wishes to be, or will he succumb to the ugliness and rage inside him?

Nikole gestured for Michelle and Kelvin to sit up and pay close attention. "Listen carefully," she said, her tone serious. "What I'm about to tell you would change your reality right now, and you might never hear anything like it again." Taking a deep breath, Nikole began her tale: "Two hundred years ago, there were two brothers who ruled different lands. They found a special cup called the Nightshade Chalice, rumored to give whoever owned it incredible power and eternal life, jealousy tore the brothers apart, leading to a fierce battle over the chalice”. "The Nightshade Chalice was made from ancient gods' bones and filled with blood from many sacrifices," Nikole continued, making sure they understood . "Their father gave the chalice to Alaric, which made his brother Leopold very jealous. Leopold wanted the chalice for himself, so he attacked Alaric's kingdom during a lunar eclipse." As Nikole kept talking, Kelvin and Michelle started to feel a bit bored. They yawned a few times, and their eyes looked droopy, like they were struggling to stay awake. But Nikole noticed and stopped for a moment. She knew she had to make the story more interesting to keep their attention. "Wait," she said, sounding urgent, "this part is really important. You need to hear it." "The chalice can only be used by someone special, called the son of light, who guards a hidden realm with a secret seer. For two hundred years, the chalice has been dormant, its dark power sealed away by the seer's magic."