Sword

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."

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.

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.

Why are some more privileged than others? Why do others have easier lives as compared to others? Why do some people struggle and toil while others have life handed to them on silver platter? Right from the start, Memphis had it rough on Earth. From the death of his parents and siblings, his loneliness and also his eventual death. Life didn't treat him fairly and everyday was war and trouble for him. After his death, Memphis is given a second chance by the goddess Daphne as she had pity for him and his plight back on earth. Thus, Memphis reincarnated, this time not as a loser or nobody but rather as a favoured son of heaven, a true genius and powerful entity with his sword piercing the skies! Talent? I'm a prodigy! Awesomeness? I'm its daddy! Luck? You might as well call me Luck's lover! Join Memphis on his journey then and watch him make the entire multiverse his! Right from the world of Balvan to the ends of the cosmos! Please if you like my book or have any suggestions, you can send me comments or rate me. Thank you.

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.

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]**

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.

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.

I woke up to find myself a weakling vampire with only 10 health points, and the Holy Light Knight Order was right outside to purify me! In my despair, the 【Proficiency System】activated—so long as I live, everything is grindable! To survive, I did anything! While other vampires were hunting maidens, I was slaughtering a hundred thousand rats in the sewer, my 【Bite】skill maxed out, awakening the talent 【Life Drain】! Holy Light burns painfully? I treated myself like the Monkey King's flesh and braved the Holy Light, my 【Holy Light Resistance】maxed out, awakening the talent 【Holy Light Affinity MAX】, and directly took a Holy Light bath in the church! They thought I was an elegant noble, but what I was actually thinking was, "This sword strike will probably only take 0.001% of my health—too risky, I must kill him instantly!" They called me the "Nighttime Scourge" because I targeted only the most heinous scoundrels, after all, the proficiency points from "Sinful Blood" were simply too generous! Years later, the Abyssal Demon God descended, and the gods fell. In the despair of the entire world, I brushed off the dust from my tailcoat and looked at my blood bar that had grown to an uncountable length. "You... can break my defense?"

He wasn't supposed to remember what it felt like to die. Three centuries ago, Prince Kael Draven was cast as the monster responsible for the Great Demon War. Betrayed by his own father and executed as a public warning, his existence was systematically scrubbed from every history book that mattered. The world knows his name, but they’ve gotten everything wrong. Now he’s back. He’s sixteen, stripped of his power, and attending Eclipse Academy under the identity of a dead boy with a stranger's face. He isn't looking for a throne, and he isn't even looking for revenge, at least not yet. He just wants to understand why the world needed him to be the villain. But the world hasn't forgotten him, even if he can't prove who he is. A sealed sword vibrates with recognition when he passes. A demon exchange student turns pale the moment they lock eyes. And a professor who once investigated his "death" is starting to ask questions that could get them both killed. The lie that ended the war is the same lie that supports everything built in its wake. And the boy they buried is the only person alive who can tear it all down. He isn't just trying to climb the ranks. He's digging up a grave the entire world is standing on.