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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.

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.

Who is he?! He is Liam Storm! The formidable zillionaire, worthy of shaking the city with just a blink of his eyes! Possessing an unquestionable power and acquiring enormous wealth, seems to be not possible but is that really true? After suffering a mental breakage from his ex lover, who cheated on him and losing all ways to become a better person, all hopes appeared to flood down the drain. But does fate really plays games? Unexpectedly, Liam's life made a sudden turn over to the extent, it bewildered him to the core... Now, it was in question what will become of him? **** " You......what gut do you have?! You of all people! You called me a cheat and a betrayal? Well, you can say that, but I don't give a damn! Do you think I am going to wait and starve with you?! What do you take me for? I was only doing you a favour by dating you, you don't have a future, a good life, job, a family, money, inheritance, status, name, house, car, career, investment, no worth, you aren't even famous or anything! Basically, you don't have anything! So, what can you offer me?! Tell me, Liam Storm, what can you offer me?! How can you make your life and my life better?! I thought since you graduated as the best student from the top college, you will be wealthy, but guess I am totally wrong! You are as worthless as a penniless bastard and nothing but a loser after your graduation!!" She spat angrily at him, pointing to him as she yelled. Then, she moved closer to the man on the bed and smiled at him.

"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?

“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

Aeris was born the weakest boy in Stonevale. No magic. No status. No future. Only one thing gave his life meaning, his little sister, Alba, the sickly girl he had spent years protecting. Then the Empire came for her. They called Alba a Sacred Vessel. The villagers called it an honor. Aeris knew it was a death sentence. He fought. He begged. He even turned against the people he once called family. But none of it was enough. So when Alba was placed on the altar, Aeris made one final choice. If the ritual demanded a sacrifice… it would take him instead. Something answered. Something that should have remained buried. When Aeris opened his eyes, the ritual chamber was destroyed, Alba was missing, and a strange voice appeared before him: [Congratulations, Host.] [The Demon Core has chosen you.] Now Aeris has power. More power than he ever dreamed of. But there is something the voice doesn’t tell him. Every time Aeris uses that power, something inside him changes. And the Empire isn’t hunting him because he ruined their ritual. They’re hunting him because of what woke up inside him. With Alba gone and seven Imperial Mages standing between him and the truth, Aeris begins a bloody hunt for the people who tried to sacrifice his sister. But the deeper he goes, the more terrifying the questions become. Why was Alba really chosen? What exactly is the Demon Core? And why does the mysterious System seem to know things about Alba that even Aeris doesn't? Because the truth waiting at the end of his journey may be far worse than death. Alba was never the sacrifice. She was the key. And Aeris? He may be the monster that was created to open the door.

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.

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.

"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.