Single Mother

Vance was born to bleed. In the neon lit gutters of Veridian City, he survives by taking brutal beatings as a sparring partner for elite underground martial artists. He has zero power, no money, and a massive syndicate debt hanging over his head. When a rigged deathmatch goes wrong, Vance is tossed into a wet alley with a shattered spine and a punctured lung. As his vision fades and the cold rain washes his blood away, a cold mechanical voice echoes in his mind. System Initialized. Lethal Damage Detected. Activating Extraction Protocol. Vance does not just heal. He awakens with the terrifying ability to extract the stats, combat skills, and hidden memories of anyone he defeats. The weak, pathetic punching bag is gone forever. In his place stands a predator. His first target is the fight club boss who left him for dead. His next target is the entire corrupt underworld of Veridian City. They thought they buried a nobody. They actually unleashed a system bound monster. Now, every single enemy he crushes only makes him stronger, faster, and deadlier. The entire city will soon learn to fear his new name. He will consume all their stolen power without mercy.

In a world where sorcerers, demons, and magic exists, lies six kingdoms, each with their own history, culture, and ruling familes, and all of whom are combined into one greater magical empire, THE SUPREMACY. The supremacy is an empire of the only six kingdoms in the world with natural born magic users, and has been ruled over by the Royalé family, the most powerful family of sorcerers in existence, for almost a thousand years. When a great calamity strikes, an unknown force wipes out the entire Royalé family in a single night. Lord Hector, king of Tremore, one of the six kingdoms of the supremacy, walks over the rubble and finds only one survivor, a new born daughter, the last living member of her family, and decides to raise the child as his own Valkori, his adopted daughter, grows quickly and more powerful each year, and all seems to be going well for King Hector, who had been appointed as the new Sovereign of the supremacy in light of the Royalé family's extinction, however a new threat arises when external forces begin to plot a rebellion for his throne, an extraction of princess Valkori, and King Hector must do everything he can to protect his empire, by any means necessary...

‎His wife divorced him and chose his stepbrother. His father chose his golden child. When they cast him out, they called him worthless. Until five men in black suits knelt before him. His mother wasn't a fragile nobody; she was the heiress to a multi-billion-dollar medical empire owned by the De Luca family. Now, he's the sole heir and the mysteriously excellent De Luca doctor whom everyone wants to work with. All who looked down on him are about to beg at his feet. They would want mercy. And he doesn't speak that language. ‎ ‎ ‎

Five years ago, Justin Miller was framed and sent to prison after protecting his girlfriend from Daniel Anderson, the powerful son of a councilman. But prison did not destroy him. Trained by a mysterious master and hardened on the battlefield, Justin became Meriland’s youngest four-star general, a peerless fighter, and a miracle doctor. Now he has returned to find his mother blind, his father crippled, and his former girlfriend preparing to marry the man who ruined his life. Everyone still sees Justin as a penniless criminal. They are about to discover that they made an enemy of the most powerful man in the country.

Betrayed and murdered by his wife, Sarah, and half-brother, Marcus, Victor St. Claire dies watching his family legacy burn. But death is merely a reset. Instead of the end, he wakes up five years in the past with the Business Emperor System, a lethal interface that turns net worth and influence into power. Armed with future knowledge and cold-blooded skills like The Eye of Greed, Victor begins a calculated descent into revenge. But as he navigates a forced marriage and social ruin to protect his mother, the timeline begins to shift. To survive, Victor must build a shadow empire and prove he is the ultimate predator.

The birth of Castro was prophesied by a monk. It was prophesied that he would be birthed with a nefarious fate; he would kill the president of his country, marry all the daughters of the president and kill his guardian. The president ensured that he was killed at birth with his mother, alas, destiny can never be rebutted - Castro was risen by the monk who predicted his birth and nurtured. He learnt of the president’s evil act and vowed to seek external power, won his heart and devour him. Amidst that, he contracted Vampire venom. The president and his accomplices began to run helter-skelter when death became their sole subordinate.

Once revered as an unstoppable force on the battlefield, the God of War… wanted nothing more than a family of his own. Gravely wounded during a mission, he was saved by Nolan Garcia, the only man who treated him with genuine kindness. As a token of trust, the old man arranged for him to marry his granddaughter Quella, giving the weary warrior the warmth of family he had long craved. But peace wasn't here to stay. His half-brother Kenneth, wolves in sheep’s clothing, arrived at his doorstep under the pretense of family. They were planning to usurp his place, coveting the wealth and influence of the Garcia household. Kenneth, charming, manipulative, and deceitful, wove lies around the warrior’s wife, poisoning her heart against him. Forced to give until he had nothing left, the warrior bled for a brother who only wanted to ruin him. But war is never won in a single battle. As the world turns against him, as these schemes threaten to strip him of everything he holds dear, the God of War will rise again. This time, not to conquer nations, but to reclaim his honor, unmask his enemies, and make those who betrayed him pay in blood. The battlefield may have changed. But blood still calls for blood.

“Sign the papers, Yemin. You’re nothing but a lapdog living in my house,” Katherine sneered, flipping her perfect hair. “You should be thanking me for keeping you around this long. Even my maid is more useful than you.” Her new lover, James Franx, smirked. “Man, I almost feel bad for you. Almost. Must suck knowing your only talent is folding laundry and giving foot massages.” The whole room burst into laughter. Yemin just stood there, silent. They called him a loser. A househusband. A pathetic joke. But what they didn’t know? The man they mocked owned the very restaurant they were dining in. The billion-dollar contracts they bragged about? His name was on every single one. And when the truth dropped, their smiles vanished. "Throw them out," the CEO of Ravol Company ordered, his voice cold. Katherine's jaw dropped. "W-What? No, this has to be a mistake!" James turned pale. "Wait! You don't understand! He’s just a nobody!" Yemin chuckled, finally looking them in the eyes. "You’re right, James. I was a nobody. But tell me… what does that make the fool who was just begging at my feet?"

His mother abandoned him because he was a burden. His girlfriend dumped them because he was worthless. The entire world laughed, pointing their fingers at him. "A failure!" "Simp!" "He should just die!" "His life is worthless!" There is nothing left for him in this world. No friends. No fortunes. No future. But then... "Host detected. Chosen heir system activating..." He becomes the chosen one, the power of life, death and riches all in his command. Those who laughed shall weep for mercy. The ones who pointed their fingers shall beg to have it cut off. The entire world will pay as Adrian Blood seeks his revenge!

John Whitaker had nothing but his name—just a plain, useless name in a world ruled by money, influence, and cold-hearted power. He was the unwanted son-in-law of the Prestwick dynasty; an empire worth hundreds of billions. His marriage to Eleanor Prestwick was a shameful secret, something the Prestwick family pretended never happened, and whenever they had to acknowledge it, they reminded everyone that John was the charity case Eleanor brought home from a job internship in a poor neighborhood out of pity. They called him a parasite. They treated him like a stray dog that refused to leave. They spat on his dignity, sneered at his dreams, and sneered even louder when his mother was diagnosed with stage four pancreatic cancer. When he begged for help on his knees, in tears, in public; they laughed. John almost lost his will to live. But fate has a way of rewarding the broken. That very night, when he had no place to sleep, and his mother was on the brink of death in a public hospital ward stinking of poverty and pain, a letter arrived. An inheritance. John Whitaker was not who he thought he was. He was the sole blood heir to the late Howard Ravenshore, the secretive trillionaire who had disappeared from the global stage ten years ago. A man with holdings in every continent, silent power over more than forty governments, and a fortune beyond imagination. His assets were masked under shell companies, shadow trusts, and ghost accounts—untouchable, invisible, unstoppable. And now all of it belonged to John. In an instant, the man who once begged for pennies became the richest human being alive.