Sorcière / Sorcier

"They called me trash. They called me a sacrifice. Now, I will call myself their God." In his earlier days, Kael led elite troops - fierce, unshakable till the very last breath. Yet that devotion got twisted into deceit. His own bosses handed him over; missiles tore through him while rage roared inside his chest. Yet dying wasn’t the finish. Kael wakes up inside Kaelen Vance - once the shamed third heir of a top martial bloodline. Out here, power rules; Kaelen had none - he couldn’t channel energy at all. His siblings tormented him nonstop until his cousin killed him just to steal his birthright. One heart, tied by a twist of deceit - yet both walking the same path. A bond broken before it even began. Right when Kael gets ready to battle his way free from hell, a robotic voice echoes inside his head - Welcome, Host - the God-Slayer System just powered up Using the System, Kaelan’s weak body changes fast - suddenly strong. The Ancient Dragon Body awakens, making stuck energy paths pump raw strength nonstop. Now he spots enemy details at a glance, grabs epic skills almost instantly. Killing foes pushes him higher, each battle adding power bit by bit. The family that turned their back on him? They’ll bow down. His cousin - the one who ended his life? Blood will answer for it. As for the so-called gods running everything? They’re marked now. Starting from the bottom world up to the top god realms, Kaelen moves forward - cold, focused. Survival isn't enough; instead, he takes control by force. This isn't about some brave savior fixing everything. Nah, this one’s about a ruler who just claimed it all instead.

"Take the lifeboat," his wife said coldly. "You're strong enough to survive." Those were the last words Dante Moretti heard before the woman he loved sailed away... with another man. Dante spent every penny he had to rent a luxury yacht, hoping to give his CEO wife the romantic proposal she had always dreamed of. Instead, she brought her handsome assistant, mocked Dante's love, and treated him like an inconvenience on his own surprise trip. Then a monstrous storm struck. Bleeding from a head wound and desperately fighting to keep the yacht from sinking, Dante begged his wife for help. "Ginevra... please. I can't hold the wheel alone." She never even looked at him. Instead, she chose her assistant. She gave him the only working lifeboat, stole the engagement ring Dante had bought for her, and left her own husband behind to drown in the freezing sea. As darkness swallowed him, Dante accepted that he had been abandoned by the woman he loved. But the ocean refused to let him die. Deep beneath the waves lay an ancient sanctuary where forgotten gods had slept for thousands of years. There, Dante was chosen by the God of War, inherited the supreme legacy of the Sea God Dragon, and awakened as the new Sea God Commander. The weak husband everyone mocked died beneath the ocean. The man who returned was a ruler of the seas, a dragon whose command could shake heaven and earth. Now, his CEO wife believes his divorce is nothing more than an empty threat, while the assistant who stole her heart eagerly waits to take Dante's place. They think he will beg. They think he still loves them. They are about to learn the terrifying truth. The man they abandoned no longer wants revenge. He won't forgive anyone.

Silence. Like a nice bucket of shhhhhhhhh. Everyone shut the effing fudge UP! That's all I've ever wanted. *Sigh.* But silence comes in different flavors. There's mint - the peaceful kind that wraps around you like a blanket. The kind I chase at 2 AM. I've cried once. Just once. With a bucket beside me, watching heroes with super suits and impossible strength tear each other apart. Somehow that feels less broken than my reality. Then there's the suffocating silence at school. Not an ice cream flavor. This one tastes like metal and shame. High school is my personal hell. Empty wallet, empty lunch tray, empty seat beside me like I'm radioactive. Empty soul on Wednesdays because middles are always the worst. *The usual.* But Emily made the silence bearable. Mint-flavored again. Until she broke something between us. *Snap.* One moment she's whispering secrets with me, the next she's weaponizing them. She scattered my private thoughts, added her own twisted lies. The betrayal burns hotter than the stares drilling into my back. I went from invisible to spectacle. Being a ghost feels like luxury when you're dodging spit balls and "accidental" lunch trays. But somewhere between my third panic attack and contemplating switching schools... *Something shifted.* Like in those games you play, when your character suddenly glows and the screen flashes: "New Skill Unlocked" And it wasn't just in my head. I tested it. Small things at first – a pencil moving across my desk when I focused hard enough. Then books. Then someone's lunch tray right as they walked past Emily. *tap tap tap* I used to think rock bottom was the end. *Well ladies and gentlemen,* it's just a really messed up spawn point. And now? I don't stumble from cliffs anymore. I swim in gravity, and dive head first.