Single Mother

After studying for five hours, Darwin went to sleep—and woke up in a cultivation world as the Azure Clan’s greatest failure. Born with damaged meridians and a broken spirit root, he’s spent sixteen years as “trash,” beaten by his siblings and mocked by servants. But everything changes when the Upgrading System activates, giving him the power to transform anything with upgrade points. Damaged meridians? Upgraded to Elite. Broken spirit root? Now an Earth-Linked Storm Root. Trash cultivation manual? Now a Grade 5 legendary technique. While others cultivate for months to advance a single stage, Darwin breaks through overnight. While others debate whether to focus on Body or Qi cultivation, Darwin does both. While others master one element, Darwin commands wind and lightning as one. But in a world where strength determines everything, rising too fast draws deadly attention. His genius sister watches him with suspicious eyes. His twin brother burns with hatred. And in ten days, the Crimson Vale Trial will force him into a death ground alongside Foundation Establishment monsters. Darwin has the system. He has the talent. Now he just needs to survive long enough to use them. The cultivation world is about to learn what happens when trash becomes treasure.

Ethan Carter stood outside City Hall, staring at the empty entrance for the ninth time. Nine promises. Nine chances. Nine humiliations. His phone buzzed. “Ethan, something came up. Let’s postpone… again.” A second later, another message arrived—this time, a photo. Her. Laughing. Wrapped in another man’s arms. Ethan let out a quiet, bitter laugh. “So this is what I meant to you…” For three years, he had given everything—his loyalty, his dignity, his future—believing love would eventually choose him back. He was wrong. “From today,” he muttered, eyes turning cold, “I stop begging.” What no one knew… The man they mocked as useless… was never poor. A single call changed everything. “Young Master, it’s time to come home. The trillion-dollar empire is waiting.” Ethan closed his eyes briefly, then smiled—calm, distant, untouchable. “Good,” he said. “It’s about time they learned who I really am.” The next time they see him, he won’t be the man who waited. He’ll be the man they can never reach. Because this time… he’s not returning for love. He’s returning as the Trillionaire Heir.

When a city forged in dragon fire turns against it's own heir, a power long erased from history awakens. Evans Draker, a brilliant researcher, reluctant noble, and bearer of the rare Celestro Dragon Force, loses everything in a single night. Falsified evidence brands him as a traitor. His brother frames him. The council condemns him. And his own father, the Grand Lord of Drakarion casts him out. But betrayal doesn’t kill him. It awakens something else. In a secret chamber, moments before Ronan’s assassins can rip the Celestro force from his body, the impossible happens. The dormant blood within Evans erupts, shattering the extraction bindings. The Primordius Dragon—the first and supreme dragon force believed extinct for thousands of years—stirs awake inside him. Its roar becomes his heartbeat. Its power becomes his rebirth. Now marked as a criminal, hunted by the city he once swore to protect, Evans rises from exile carrying a force capable of overturning nations. And as he uncovers the conspiracy that destroyed him, he finds that Drakarion’s downfall began long before his disgrace. Clans scheme. Warlords gather. Enemies hide in the shadows. But none of them are prepared for the return of the one thing they thought time had buried forever— The Almighty War Dragon.

After losing his job, his apartment, and the last bit of hope he had left, Ethan Cole finds a single dollar lying on the ground—his final piece of pocket change. But the moment he picks it up, a strange message appears before his eyes: [System Activated: The God of Ruin’s Pocket Change.] The system tells him the coin in his hand doesn’t belong to an ordinary person. It belongs to the God of Ruin, a being so powerful that even thousands of dollars mean nothing more than spare change. With the system’s power, Ethan can buy things worth tens of thousands using just one dollar, acquire companies with a few coins, and manipulate fortunes across the world. But every purchase follows one terrifying rule—for every gain Ethan receives, ruin must fall somewhere else. A billionaire might lose everything overnight, corporations could collapse, and entire markets may crash just to balance the price of his fortune. As Ethan rises from a broke nobody to a man who can shake the global economy with pocket change, he slowly realizes a horrifying possibility: he may not be the one controlling the system. Instead, the God of Ruin might be using him, and every coin he spends could be buying the world’s destruction.

"I must be losing my mind," Min Suhyun muttered, struggling to grasp the unsettling reality that unfolded before her. How had she ended up here? In the realm of clichéd stories, such a trope typically befell the deceased, not someone who had merely skimmed through old drafts. And yet, here she was, trapped in the body of an insignificant extra named Serein Rowe. The realization hit her like a bolt of lightning, raising questions she couldn't easily dismiss. ‘This can't be another one of my lucid dreams... Is this some twisted cosmic joke?’ she pondered, her mind reeling with the absurdity of her situation. Nevertheless, given that she could barely do anything to return to her world, she might as well seize this opportunity to finally finish what she had started, right? Living here and continuing until the end of this draft, she could create a good ending, '—though maybe it won't be as easy…?' Surviving as a side character suffering from a curse-like chronic illness? That would undoubtedly be a struggle. Now, that would undoubtedly pose a challenge, although it’s still a better fate than dying early, serving only as a trigger for the story's advancement. Min Suhyun contemplated for a moment before firmly resolving to a single objective: To survive until the very end.

Poor Dalton Hester, a man at the age of 39, ended his own life when everything around him went to hell. Losing his wife in an accident which he believed wasn’t one as it was planned by another to have it happen. The person he knew to believe to be the one to have his life killed was a criminal Dalton had put away thanks to the job of being a lawyer. That chain of events leads the poor man on top of a tall building holding a bottle almost empty of liquor. He takes a single sip from the bottle last time and then lets his own body fall forward flying towards everyone else. Dalton didn’t hold much faith in places called heaven or hell, but he had somewhat of a feeling that what a person like him did wasn’t going to be up, instead of more likely down. When darkness finally came Dalton awaited to open his eyes again to witness the flames of hell, but something different happened where he was still alive or to say reborn into a new body that wasn’t human and a new world that was like a fantasy book, movie or game. So looking at this as another chance at life Dalton decided to take it to the fullest to enjoy all the things that were different from his old world even when it was good or bad.

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.

In 2030, a giant wormhole appeared above the Pacific Ocean. Scientists believed that it was a portal leading to another world besides earth. The United Nations decided to send a drone to investigate this phenomenon, but one hour after the drone entered, disaster struck. The wormhole suddenly became twice as large followed by a yellow gas pouring out. Two brothers, Lee Young-soo and Lee Min-su watched from a Television store, as their mother died while reporting the incident for South Korea's International News Station. ******** With the camera on her, she raised the mic to her lips and started speaking. “Young-soo, if you're watching this with Min-su, I want you to cover his eyes. Don’t let him see this.” Young-soo who was by his brother’s side raised his left hand and covered his eyes. “No!” Min-su protested and tried to remove his brother’s hand, but it stayed firm over his eyes. Young-soo was watching his mother on the television screen with slightly red eyes, as he bit his bottom lip so hard a few droplets of blood fell to the ground. “I want the both of you to know that I love you with all my heart and that I’m sorry I won’t be able to see the two of you go off to college and get married someday.” Tears started to fall from her eyes as she spoke her next words. “Young-soo, I want you to protect Min-su when I’m gone, and... Crash!!” With a violent jerk, the yellow gas engulfed the helicopter causing the cameraman to drop the camera, cutting off the transmission.

Cai Arrows was the definition of a "dud." Sent away at the age of five for his defiant nature and stubbornness too unreal for a 5-year old, he spent fourteen years on Qilan mountain. While other disciples mastered the elements, Cai was only good at three things: being stubborn, sweeping floors, and climbing trees. He was the family’s greatest shame, forgotten by everyone but the Master who tolerated him. ​But when the Patriarch of the Arrows Family suddenly summons him back to Lume City, a near-fatal accident on his way to the city changes everything. Instead of dying, Cai awakens. ​Now, the "talentless" exile has returned to a city built on greed and hidden spiritual rot. With a single black bead and a power he doesn't fully understand, Cai has already done the impossible: he brought the Patriarch back from death’s door. But in Lume City, being a billionaire isn't enough when spiritual entities hunt in the shadows and your own family is more dangerous than any demon. ​Armed with a rich legacy and a terrifying new Sight, Cai begins an unstoppable ascent. In a world of fake masters and selfish elites, Cai might be able to show them that the most dangerous person in the room is the one who has already been to hell and back.

Jack thought hitting rock bottom was the worst thing that could happen—until he struck gold. Fired. Betrayed. Humiliated. Jack’s life collapses in a single day. The love of his life laughs behind his back, his friend at the office stabs him in his back, his aunts finally show their true colors after his dad died, and the world seems determined to spit on his face. Then, while drowning his sorrows in a dingy bar, a wrinkled lottery ticket in his jacket pocket turns out to be worth $2 million dollars. Overnight, Jack goes from a broken man to the most eligible bachelor in the city. He lives the life of a king. However, wealth does strange things to a wounded heart. Now, he isn’t chasing Samantha’s love or his wicked, greedy, purse-loving aunts. He’s inviting them to witness what they gave up. With each dollar spent, each luxury acquired, Jack isn’t trying to move on—he’s trying to rewrite history. But money can't heal betrayal. It only puts a spotlight on it. And Jack’s not sure whether he won the lottery… or if the lottery just unlocked a part of him best left buried.