Slave

Nick: The ruler is accidentally caught in a mortal game, eventually turning the oligarch into his slave, creating a new world before the final demarcation war.

“He was just another face in the crowd... until the system chose him.” : In a world where only the strong rule, Kiny was nothing more than a background character—ignored, overlooked, and powerless. That is, until the Upgrade System awakened within him, turning every defeat into power, and every failure into a stepping stone toward dominance. From a humble servant to a rising warlord, Kiny unlocks abilities no one has ever seen. But with power comes enemies—kings, beasts, and even gods want what he has. To survive, Kiny must evolve faster than anyone else. Can an ordinary man become the king of kings?

Living an unfulfilling life and dying a tragic death, Alph Quint is transmigrated into a world filled with magic and wonder. However unlike what he had always believed, transmigration turned out to be a free ticket to tragedy as one peril after another fell on him, sometimes making him loose the very will to go on. Will Alph crumble and break from the pressure of being a main character or will he rise from the ashes like a phoenix and create a tale so epic that it shakes the heart of those who read it? [Author's Note] Hello, I would like to thank all those who clicked my novel, thank you, and I hope that you will enjoy the ride as Alph Quint and I myself evolve through the course of the story to hopefully carve out a masterpiece. I'm not a native English speaker and my writing skills might not be top class, but I promise that both my writings skills and the story itself will only get better as we progress.

They called him bloodless They mocked him, beat him, finally betrayed him framing an innocent orphan and hurling him into the Ashen wastes to die a slow forgotten death. But the moment Elias Voss's blood touches a forbidden crimson altar, the empire's greatest nightmare awakens. Deep within his veins roars the primordial war God bloodline an extinct legacy of apocalyptic conquerors the gods themselves erased from history in terror. Crimson fury floods his body. Broken bones mend in seconds. A single punch shatters mana beasts that devour armies. Ancient battlefields flash before his eyes, whispering unstoppable tactics no mortals should know. Now the boy they discarded is coming back. With the sarcastic ghost general at his side, a sharp-togued swordswoman who swears she does not need him, and an unshakeable will forged in betrayal, Elias will climb from exile to overlord. Every arrogant noble who laughed at him will kneel. Every clan that turned away will regret. In floating war academies and blood-drenched arenas, a legend rises one swing, one conquest, one shattered enemy at a time. The War God is awake. And the empire will tremble.

Michael is secretly a 0 rank. He is one of the weakest werewolves and everyone dislikes him. In another world, he was a billionaire, but now he is useless to everyone. In this game you given a level/rank in a socaiety Level 3 - A leader 10% or Lycan/alpha Level 2 - a middle-class member 12%/Beta or Omega Level 1 - a slave 78%" Omega/Slave Michael must survive inside a game "Shadowed zone: Level 0" or he will die and never return back home. When he finds a chance to join the party with loner girl Wanessa, he finds it amazing. Another few high rank females starts to notice him and decides to join his team as his unexpected origins are here to help him out!

​A single piece of silver purchased a kingdom, but it cost the empire its future. ​In a world where the rich bond with ancient Soul Titans to rule the skies, the poor are nothing but fuel for the furnace. Lu Feng thought he had a brother in Wei Xuan. They starved together in the frozen slums, promising to conquer the world or die trying. But when the royal selection arrived, Wei Xuan chose the throne. He traded Lu Feng’s life to awaken his own divine beast, watching in cold silence as Lu Feng was dragged into the sacrificial pit. ​Lu Feng was supposed to die. Instead, he merged with something forbidden—a shattered, ancient god that feeds on malice. Now, Lu Feng is crawling out of the dark. He is not a hero coming to save the world. He is the monster the world created, and he will not stop until every noble house burns to ash.

Logan Mercer signed the divorce papers without a fight. His wife Vivian Chase stood over him, her lip curled with disgust, her voice cutting through the penthouse like a blade. "You're nothing, Logan. You always were. A useless, pathetic leech who rode my coattails and called it a marriage. Enjoy whatever gutter you crawled out of." For twelve years, he had lived in her shadow. Ate her food. Attended her events. Endured every insult her family threw at him with quiet patience and a clenched jaw. Her mother called him a parasite. Her friends compared him to a cockroach. Her new boyfriend laughed in his face and called him a broke loser not worth the oxygen he breathed. "You're not even qualified to clean the toilets in a place like this." "A bloated, useless tick clinging to the belly of a dying dog." "Some people are born with connections and some people are born taking buses. That's just how the world works." Nobody knew the truth. Nobody knew that the faceless, reclusive chairman behind Imperial Group, the largest conglomerate in the city worth billions, was the same man they had been spitting on for years. The partnership Vivian celebrated? He approved it himself. The CEO who bowed to him in public? His subordinate. The underground kingpin who terrorized the city? The same man who once begged Logan for mercy on his knees. Now the divorce is signed. The mask is coming off. And every person who called him worthless is about to discover what it feels like to stand in the shadow of the man they threw away.

He started his journey as nobody but slowly he conquered a sect, a city, a kingdom, a continent, a planet and then, beautiful women. He fought with many kinds of high-leveled cultivators, demi-gods, half demon, demons and gods. Jaime was born to kill gods, trample demons and be Emperor of all three realms. He was also the Deity of Bullshit. He never really fights against anyone and doesn’t like blood or killing. He cheats, he tricks his enemies, he bribes people, he robs his obstacles, and does everything to win. His smart and unpredictable plans in defeating many high-leveled enemies always leave people in awe. He also made many people to worship him like a real hero. One after another pretty women and princesses were trapped by his sweet talk and could not resist his professional art of seduction. This is his journey about aiming to be the King of the Three Realms, finding his lover and at the end, finding the origin of all creations.

The world of Norvak isn't for the weak. A land where might makes right isn't for the faint of heart. A land where different species battle for supremacy and the defeated either enslaved or exterminated. The continent of Revix has witnessed the rise and fall of many species. With a relatively peaceful period being established a little over ten thousand years ago. The result of this peace is the separation of different species. The land of humans, Cyntros, covered most of the central part of the continent. The lands in the north, Aterix, gave shelter to the elves and other creatures of light. The south held the creatures of darkness and it's original name, Rimul, long forgotten. A land that the humans had long dubbed, The Darklands. To the east was an endless desert where the banished and hated lay their bones. A place where nature threatens both predator and prey. Yet most feared of all was the west, a land of giants and titans. Where mountains vanish and valleys form from the movements of it's inhabitants. On the edges of The Darklands, the greed of men sends a group of hunters to their demise. The lone survivor, Milas, is turned into one of the ruling species of The Darklands, a vampire. With a past clouded in mystery and an uncertain future, Milas does all he can to survive. With the potential to become more than he could have ever imagined, Milas faces all threats that come his way.

Bran Ferrow forges one forbidden blade — and wakes something that was never supposed to open its eyes again. He's seventeen. Orphaned. Bonded into a dead man's debt with nothing to his name but a hammer and a master who resents feeding him. He has no reason to think he's anything but ordinary — until the metal in his hands glows the color of a bruise, and something ancient answers. The blade he forges can wound the Wardens — beings that shouldn't be able to bleed at all. Within days, Bran becomes the most hunted person alive, and every faction wants control of what his hands can create. An order that's spent centuries burying a war. A faction that insists it never ended. Something older than both, watching from the dark. Worse than any of them: his own parents. His father hid the truth about that ore for nine years. His mother's name is buried in a sealed file beneath a word even the people who wrote it no longer understand. Ashkindred. Every blade Bran forges costs him something. A memory. A piece of himself. Gone the moment the metal takes what it needs. Everyone wants to own what he can make. But Bran has spent his entire life belonging to someone else. The only thing left to decide is what he'll let the iron take — and whether there'll be enough of him left to choose.