Star Dragon

"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.

Jackson found no words to respond; he remained silent, holding the divorce papers. He felt numb, detached from the world around him. His wife's words and actions had left him shattered, unable to believe that their relationship had abruptly ended with no chance for reconciliation. As he stared at the divorce papers thrown in his face, he felt a sense of finality and loss engulfing him. He could only blame himself for everything that had happened – if he had been honest with his wife about his situation, perhaps things would have taken a different turn. Walking down the street lost in his thoughts, he heard his phone ring. Initially, he didn't want to answer; he wasn't in the mood to receive more bad news. But something in his gut told him to take the call. "Hello?" he answered reluctantly. "Young sir! Your grandfather informed me to contact you. 100,000,000 has been deposited into your account, and tomorrow your exile period will end. You'll regain control of your company, and the family is coming to welcome you back," the voice on the other end explained. Checking his phone, he indeed saw the deposited amount. Everything was falling back into place. Jackson replied hesitantly, "Tomorrow, I'll turn twenty-five." His mind returned to his old life in the palace and prestigious companies, where he was a rising star before being suddenly banished. He had always wondered when he would return. The voice from the phone continued, "Young sir! Your exile period has ended, and your companies are ready to welcome you back with open arms. We need you, Jackson – you are the heir to our companies, and we cannot do without you."