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Rhys died on Terra Prime, only to wake in a room, face to face with the Arbiter of the Trial System. Chosen. Marked. Offered power beyond anything mortals should touch. Before he can question it, the Arbiter’s smile shifts. His class is forced. His future is locked. And an alert flashes: 《Warning: Your Terra Prime body is dead. Chosen safety life spent. One life remaining.》 Thrown into the Trials with a dying body, a predatory System, and a class built for assassination over glory, Rhys quickly learns the truth: The Arbiter doesn’t pick heroes. He picks weapons. In a cosmic game where the System lies, the Trials kill, and every “Chosen” is a disposable pawn, Rhys has only two choices: Obey the Arbiter… or become powerful enough to break him. Rhys’s Mark begins stacking hidden bonuses—letting him steal power meant for the Overlords themselves. In a world where mortals are cattle, he becomes the glitch the system can’t predict. To escape the Trials, he must outplay the Dominion, topple the Overlords, and rewrite the contract that enslaved Terra Prime. But to break the game, he has to become exactly what they fear: The ninth Overlord. The one who answers to no one. A dark progression fantasy filled with deadly Trials, evolving skills, hidden conspiracies, and a protagonist who refuses to stay a pawn. Because some Chosen rise to greatness But only one becomes the Overlord.

Qian Jun (mc) : What I a 30 year old man transmigrated as 18 year villain chaebol, but why the f** the plot so cliche. Heroine(1) : Why is this guy so hateful and scumy compared to that guy. Protagonist (1) : Why are these " crazy mad scientists" know about my power, who told them? Protagonist(2) : Why is my sister in that bastard arms? Protagonist (3): What your only sister, here my whole family's women are in that bastard arms. Qian Jun : Whole world is my chess board, I'll play with anyone women and who go against me...heh... no matter even if it's heaven sons...they will suffer...hehe...what you think I'll kill them...nah ....death is too light for these species. Heroines  : Why is that guy cold smile more attractive than those guys fake kindness. Qian Jun : Hahaha ...these arrogant puny guys, did they leave their brain with their creator. These delusional guys are the only brainless guys in the whole plot. Heroines : I'm sure Qian Jun will pamper me. Qian Jun : hehehe....here you will earn for my 'villain love' not the other way around girls. ......... Please add the book to your library. I'll upload all days, except when I'm sick or has some emergency. So please show this work some support. I'll upload more chapters on readers demand.

Long before gods walked among mortals and kingdoms dared dream of power, there was Alister—a being not born, but declared into existence by the will of the world itself. Wielding strength beyond comprehension and a charisma that swayed empires, he vanished at the peak of his reign. Some claimed he ascended. Others swore he was sealed. All agreed: if Alister returned, the world would never be the same. Five centuries later, reality tears open. From a rift beyond space and time, Alister walks once more into a world unrecognizable—skyscrapers scraping the heavens, dragons living in the shadows, and mysterious abominations known as Nullborn haunting the land. With a smile on his lips and golden eyes that see through fate itself, Alister steps into a modern age... and accidentally collides with Jade, a full-blooded dragon hiding her past behind emerald eyes and forced smiles. As chaos erupts and monstrous forces rise, Alister's presence alone shakes the balance of peace. Though he seems calm, even kind, there is something deeply unsettling about him—something not even Jade, with all her ancient blood, can explain. When blood is spilled and oaths are broken, fear spreads like wildfire. Now hunted by those sworn to uphold peace, and watched by forgotten cults that once worshipped him, Alister must rediscover why he was made—and what his return truly means for the world. Because some legends were buried for a reason.

They left him to die, now he'll bury them one by one Adam has always been invisible—the kind of kid who blends into the back of the classroom, mocked for his awkwardness and despised for a single mistake that branded him a snitch. His classmates made his life a living hell. Sanchez, the golden boy of Westfield High, made sure of it. Then came the field trip. The humiliation. The beating. And the moment Adam was left for dead in the woods. But Adam didn’t die. Something else found him. A malevolent spirit with a hunger for vengeance. A whisper in the dark offering him the one thing he craved most: power. Now Adam is back, sharper, stronger, and cloaked in a confidence no one can explain. One by one, his bullies begin to fall. The school watches in fear as the once-forgotten nerd becomes the center of a storm that no one can stop. Yet something is wrong. Each attack follows Adam’s secret plans exactly—but some of them aren’t his. Someone else is hunting Sanchez’s circle, striking in the shadows, pushing Adam’s bloody game further than even he imagined. Is it the mysterious new girl with the unnerving smile? A rival spirit playing its own cruel hand? Or is Adam himself losing control of the monster he invited in? As fear spreads and Sanchez grows desperate, Adam must untangle obsession, betrayal, and supernatural terror. Because in this game of revenge, the line between predator and prey is razor-thin— and Adam isn’t the only monster walking the halls.

My fantasy that evening was not a tranquil one. It was completely dark inside my head aside from the many air pockets drifting upwards with no sparkle or reflection, just dead circles. I was befuddled right away yet then, at that point, bigger air pockets gradually rose among the other, more modest ones and inside were pack mates. "You might turn into an omicron, or a pi, or far and away more terrible, an omega," I shuddered when I saw Draugluin's irate face as he counted down the positions as though my life's worth would as it were decline. «You want to be so presumptuous since you climbed in rank?" An air pocket of Draco's scowling face materialized with disdain filled eyes before he suddely vanished, passing on me without an opportunity to counter. "A powerless Xi like you," Another air pocket rose with Draugluin's pompous smile as he peered down on me. Stop I heard my powerless voice shout out among the vacant air pockets. "You are pointless as well," the rebel wolf chortled. "She would not fall back when she was told to," Lyall's enraged face frightened me. Lyall had never been so cross with me forthright where he'd place me down before Alpha however, that snapshot of selling out was agonizing yet not undeserving. It makes perfect sense to me, I yelled, however there was no reaction. "For what reason didn't you simply pass on it to the people," Auntie Mona had her arms crossed, a look of dismay all over.

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?

"Mainland High school of all,How dare you mention that without respect"A student screamed at a passer-by who saw her in her uniform and insulted her. "Do you really know the repercussions of mentioning that name without a proper respect?"She snarled at the passer-by causing him to choke to death only with the look in her eyes. Mainland High school known outside the school area and with the School is a school of the Supernaturals by everyone in the school. Looking for EVIL, Mainland highschool is the best. Looking for Good it's still the best in that aspect, Mainland Highschool very deadly and also not deadly, it just depends on your purpose in that school. It may scream H£LL and to may some people it maybe not... ***Extract from the book*** "Your death is going to be in vain because an hopeless being is gone"Selina mocked " I'm still happy that I was given a respect as an hopeless being, what about you...Your corpse is going to be thrown into the dark sea and you will be a lunch for the fishes with three heads, in short words you will be a treat to the sea monsters" Autumn replied with a smile " How dare you?"Selina hollered in anger " Stop yelling or else you want your voice to sound like that of frog croaking sound,kro kro"Autumn mocked and walk away leaving her alone This angered Selina more as she raised her and to carry Autumn away with her powers but she felt her legs leaving the ground. "Who is that?" She screamed in fear lunged all over her body, her whole body trembled. "Your worst nightmare..."

In a world where magic is bought with memories, Varek Soren trades the last warm thing he owns, the sound of his dead father's voice but the System hands him a blind, mewling creature everyone calls worthless. The crowd laughs, his fiancée turns away with cold eyes, and Varek believes his life is finally finished and over. He does not yet know that his death has not even started. Varek is not the failure the world sees. He is the last living vessel of Azrath-Kai, a Mythic Void Leech so dangerous the old gods sealed it inside his bloodline centuries ago. His father did not die in some random battle as he was told but he was killed by the lightbringer… Aurelius, the most beloved hero in the realm butchered Aldric Soren to keep the beast from ever waking and the woman Varek loves so much has known the truth all along. On the night after his deepest shame and disgrace, Vespera Ashford comes to him with warm food and gentle words, he still trusts her, he still believes she was forced to break their engagement, so he ate the food without questioning her or her sincerity not knowing that the food was drugged. He wakes strapped to a cold table with Vespera holding the surgical instruments, her new lover holding the lantern, and Aurelius the Lightbringer standing over him with a soft smile as he peels Varek's memories away layer by layer to rip the sealed beast from his living body. Varek dies in absolute agony, betrayed by the woman he gave everything to and butchered by the hero the whole world worships. Then he wakes up on the morning of the Summoning Day, two weeks before his murder, with the Regression Gift burning in his blood.

She thought she was using him. He'd been searching for her for twelve years. "Listen carefully," Diana Morrison's voice cuts through the study like ice. "These are the terms of our marriage arrangement, and they are non-negotiable." Marcus Hayes sits across from her in his worn suit, agreeing to every humiliating condition without protest. Separate bedrooms. No physical contact. Divorce after one year. "Do you have any backbone at all?" Diana demands, frustrated by his compliance. What she doesn't know: Marcus is the Supreme God of War of West America, commander of armies, controller of trillion-dollar empires. Twelve years ago, a starving orphan boy received kindness from a young girl who shared her meager lunch. He never forgot her. Now that girl stands before him—cold, calculating, believing she's trapped a desperate nobody in a fake marriage to escape her family's control. "Perhaps I am desperate," Marcus admits softly. "But not in the way you think." When the Romano and Bennett families attack, when her business crumbles, when assassins lurk in shadows—Marcus moves like the warrior he is, leaving enemies broken and allies in awe. "Who are you?" Diana whispers, watching him dismantle threats with surgical precision. Marcus's slight smile holds secrets that could reshape nations. "I'm your husband." She thought their contract marriage had an expiration date. She has no idea the Supreme God of War never lets go of what's his. He spent twelve years building an empire to be worthy of protecting her. Now he'll spend a lifetime proving she was always meant to be his.

THE LAST GOD SLAYER : The gods have ruled the world for ten thousand years , entire generations are thought one unshakable truth which is that the gods cannot die and Hans had spent his entire life believing that same lie as he was simply a weak unnoticed orphan raised by a humble baker , but he also had no idea that every part of his life has been watched from the shadows , because sixteen years ago an entire bloodline was erased from history : THE GOD SLAYER CLAN . They were a family so terrifying that even the gods had to unite to destroy them , or so they believed , after a series of unfortunate events shake the foundation of the world and a god falls for the first time in thousands of years , ancient factions emerge from hiding , holy inquisitors, secret organizations, forgotten monsters and beings older than civilizations all began searching for one person , HANS. As the buried memories awaken and a mysterious system begins to reveal itself , Hans discovers a terrifying truth : every single god he slays will grant him unimaginable power but every victory will also pull him closer to a destiny drenched in blood , soon the line between hero and monster begin to disappear , “ we’re the GOD SLAYERS actually the villains humanity remembered them as or are they humanities last hope? . With enemies lurking behind every smile and gods who can eradicate entire kingdoms just to protect their throne , Hans must uncover true truth before the truth destroys him. In a world where even history can lie …. The greatest enemy may not be the gods but the one who wrote the story . THE LAST GOD SLAYER is an epic dark fantasy , filled with breathtaking battles , hidden identities , ruthless conspiracies , unforgettable characters , and mind-bending plot twists .