Sword Devil Also Dual Cultivates

Rafael De Carlies was merely an ordinary soldier in the eyes of the Hurbret family, someone considered lowly and powerless. No one knew that behind his simple appearance, he was the heir to royal blood and a legendary sword master, possessing dark magical powers capable of subduing the demonic creatures that threatened the kingdom's borders. To fulfill his mentor’s last request, Rafael married Annette Hurbret—a woman who never truly loved him. For three years, Rafael secretly protected the Hurbret family from danger and built their wealth, hoping that one day he could have the family he dreamed of. However, his happiness was shattered when he discovered Annete’s betrayal with a marquess. Annette and her family scorn Rafael as a parasite and mercilessly divorce him. But they were unaware of one thing—the power that Rafael had restrained all this time to protect them. Now, hatred and darkness were Rafael’s loyal companions. As the magical protection he had provided disappeared, demonic creatures returned to destroy the Hurbret family, and Rafael vowed to repay all the betrayals they had inflicted.

Dying a tragic death after being betrayed and used as a mere tool, the young man swore that he would never live for anyone else again if he were ever given a second chance. Yet, fate threw his soul into the body of Aldric—an illegitimate son of a king, who had been slaughtered at the bottom of the Forbidden Forest's ravine by his very own biological father. On the brink of death for the umpteenth time, a mechanical voice suddenly echoed inside his head: [Egoist System Activated]. This mysterious system did not require a holy hero. Instead, his power points surged drastically every time he made a selfish and ruthless decision. Forged by the darkness of the cursed forest, he began to crawl his way back up with a black sword in hand, preparing to tear down the royal throne built upon demonic sacrificial rituals. He did not return to become a savior for this rotten world. He came to seize the highest throne, and to become a monster far more terrifying than the rulers before him. "For the deepest wounds never give birth to a hero."

11 people from different norms of lives, hidden pasts, and unfadeable regrets brought together by the god himself to face their destined death. A group of immortality seekers with rarely anyone sane, controlled by the devil creating chaos for the world. An unknown king from an unknown era being enlightened by the death of a loved one. A wise and gentle queen pushed to the hatred by slowly going insane king. Is everything going to turn out to be destined like every other possible time or will something unexplainable help them out?

Rowan Dies in a car accident after stealing an artifact from a cult. He knows nothing about the true meaning of the artifact, but why does a thief care? He just needed money. However, In the underworld, He eccounters a being in hell who makes a deal with him to send him back to the world of the living with a time frame to retrieve the artifact and return it to the cult members for reasons unknown to him. Who wouldn't want to live again? However, when he returns, his partner in crime has sold the artifact for money. Rowan has to find this artifact within the time frame or he dies again. Rowan realizes that now he has shadow powers and somehow he can sense the difference between demons and Humans. He fights several classes of demons to retrieve the artifact but why doesn't he return it to the cult? What was the being hiding from him? A revealed secret makes Rowan team up with Josh, a boy who is obsessed to become a demon and Ajatar, A demon girl with a special ability which Rowan needs. Together, they embark on a journey to an ancient world and attain a sword that could save the human race.

The rain had been falling on Moonveil City since dawn, running in silver threads down the tiled roofs, spilling from gutters into the crooked alleys. The sky was low and iron-grey, heavy enough to press against the tower-tops of the Martial Regulation Bureau. Inside the courtyard of the Moonveil District Arms Hall, Kael Ruan stood in silence, a new-issued badge in his hand. He was twenty-four, too young, too brash, they’d said, yet here he was, sworn as the youngest Arms Keeper in the city’s history. His mentor, Master Renji, watched from the covered steps, eyes narrowed as if weighing more than just the rain. [Silent Oath System Activated] Oath Energy: 0/100 Core Blade Slots: Shadowsteel (Locked), Frostvein (Locked), Dawnpiercer (Locked) Techniques: Oath Cut (Locked), Sword Recall (Locked) The voice cold, ringing inside his skull had woken with his oath to defend the district. It spoke without warmth, without mercy. It offered strength in exchange for vows sworn before witnesses. But the warning was clear: break an oath, and the System would take more than power from him.

The continent of Elarion is dying, suffocating beneath a three-sided war. In the North, Aurellian technologies raise walls of iron. In the East, the Kaijin code of honor demands blood. And in the South, Ruzkai axes wait to burn what remains. Amid this noise, there is Ganda. He is not the hero promised by prophecy. He is merely a casualty of war, his body shattered. Three days of isolation in the darkness of an Aurellian prison left him crippled—but something within him could not be broken: Resonance. To Ganda, the world is never silent. Fortresses whisper of loose bolts. Bones complain before they snap. Even the heartbeat of an enemy betrays doubt. For a single bottle of medicine to numb the pain in his body, Ganda accepts a suicide contract from a Kaijin general: infiltrate the “Sun’s Throat,” an industrial stronghold of Aurellian guarded by Captain Valerius, the Iron Wall. No army. No allies. Only a rusted sword and the ability to hear fractures no one else can perceive. Ganda has no intention of winning the war. He only needs to find the one wrong note and break it. Because to Ganda, no structure is perfect. Everything can fall. You only need to know where to strike.

“Luck is not random. It's leverage.” Clay Holmes was the statistical average of mediocrity, a man adrift until a catastrophic, improbable car pile-up, a cosmic anomaly, forced his latent destiny to the surface. Clay survived, not by chance, but by becoming the latest inheritor of the King of War Cycle, a living engine of fate tasked with maintaining the precarious balance of chaos and order in the world. This ascension gifted Clay a terrifying, dual power set. First, Physiological Regression, which allows him to instantly read every historical weakness, old injury, and micro-shift in an opponent’s anatomy, turning every fight into a perfectly choreographed counter-attack rooted in past truth. Second, Probability Bias: the true power of a strategic genius. Clay doesn't need to be stronger or faster; he subtly manipulates every stray variable, a breath, a flicker of light, a loose floor tile, ensuring the 0.01% chance of victory becomes a 100% statistical inevitability. But his awakening triggers a devastating war with the man who came before him. The Predecessor, the former King of War who cracked under the psychological weight of the Debt and the Cycle's constant violence, has returned to finish his mission: end all probability. Convinced that random chance is the source of all human suffering and the guarantor of future devastation, the Predecessor seeks to obliterate the very concept of luck from the world. To stop the Predecessor, Clay must master his terrifying control over luck and anatomy, leading him back to the Nexus Point of his accident for a final, reality-bending confrontation. The stakes are total: if Clay fails, the world ends in rigid, predictable order. If he succeeds, he must transcend his humanity, merging with the combined knowledge of every King before him to become the Consciousness of Possibility, the ultimate defender of human potential.

Three months to live. Zero mana. One desperate lie. **That's how I became the most wanted man in Neo-Tokyo.** I told an assassin my body was "overflowing with Yang Energy." She blushed instead of shooting. I told an S-Rank Hunter her sword technique was "stiff because she's sexually repressed." She destroyed a mountain and swore eternal loyalty. I told a Succubus Queen I was "too powerful to be charmed." She became my maid. Now the is forcing me to maintain this ridiculous persona: **EXTERNAL:** "Kneel. You're not worthy of my touch." **INTERNAL:** *Oh god, if she squeezes my hand she'll break my wrist.* Every woman who desires me generates Desire Points. Lose their faith? I die. The Detective thinks I'm a criminal mastermind. The Heiress thinks I'm a caged god. My Disciple thinks my trembling is "restrained divine power." **They're all wrong. I'm just a dying scammer who weaponized charisma.** But here's the twist: The more they believe the lie... the more real it becomes. **[Warning: Contains Comedy, Face-Slapping, Steamy Mana Transfer, and a Protagonist Who Refuses to Break Character Even When Terrified]**

The world did not end because of a meteor. It ended because the sky vomited demons. Eka is nothing but an E-Rank Hunter. He is the absolute bottom of the food chain in a dying world. When his father is torn apart by monsters and his family is hunted by astral demon overlords, Eka sacrifices himself alone so his mother and best friend can escape. At the exact moment death comes for him, time freezes. A blood-red sword falls from the sky. It carries the soul of the strongest human from the Demi-God Realm, an entity harboring a deep grudge against the Creator. A blood contract is forged. Eka rises from the dead with two A-Rank Demons forced to kneel in his shadow. But this absolute power comes with a steep price. His internal organs tear themselves apart if he pushes his limits. His demon servants constantly wait for the perfect moment to kill him. And the very humanity he once protected turns out to be more rotten than any monster. This is not a tale of a hero saving the world with love. This is a bloody epic about a young man who throws away his humanity to become the ultimate Demon Summoner. If the demons want his life, and the gods just sit back and watch his suffering in silence, then Eka will tear open the sky and shatter every single one of their thrones.

When the game becomes reality, can a champion survive? Marco Rossi was the War God—undefeated champion of Sky Game. Then the screen went black, and he woke up bleeding in a forest, trapped in the body of Derek, a despised half-orc left for dead. "You're trash, half-breed! Your kind shouldn't exist!" In a world where warriors are mocked as worthless cannon fodder, Marco makes an impossible choice: embrace the weakest class. When divine light marks him as the first warrior in a millennium to receive the War God's true blessing, everything changes. "Impossible," the knight captain whispers, watching his unbreakable armor shatter. "Nothing at Level 1 can—" But Marco knows something they don't. He remembers the real warrior techniques—the devastating combos, the forgotten skills that once made warriors supreme. "Warriors aren't weak," Marco says quietly, his training sword at the knight's throat. "They never were. You've just been fighting broken shadows of what we're supposed to be." Now he must prove the impossible: that the most mocked profession can become the most feared. The War God has returned. And he's only Level 1.