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"I must be losing my mind," Min Suhyun muttered, struggling to grasp the unsettling reality that unfolded before her. How had she ended up here? In the realm of clichéd stories, such a trope typically befell the deceased, not someone who had merely skimmed through old drafts. And yet, here she was, trapped in the body of an insignificant extra named Serein Rowe. The realization hit her like a bolt of lightning, raising questions she couldn't easily dismiss. ‘This can't be another one of my lucid dreams... Is this some twisted cosmic joke?’ she pondered, her mind reeling with the absurdity of her situation. Nevertheless, given that she could barely do anything to return to her world, she might as well seize this opportunity to finally finish what she had started, right? Living here and continuing until the end of this draft, she could create a good ending, '—though maybe it won't be as easy…?' Surviving as a side character suffering from a curse-like chronic illness? That would undoubtedly be a struggle. Now, that would undoubtedly pose a challenge, although it’s still a better fate than dying early, serving only as a trigger for the story's advancement. Min Suhyun contemplated for a moment before firmly resolving to a single objective: To survive until the very end.

"Boss, we couldn't find her" "Boss?" Lana was surprised at the way Nathaniel was referred to. "You are the Boss they were taking about?" Nathaniel raised a brow "Yes, anything wrong with that? If there's nothing please excuse me, I've got something important to take care of" And he left just like that, like she was never someone important to him at a point in time. ** Nathaniel was ready to sell even his soul if it meant making his girlfriend satisfied. He was a poor man who only had to make do with his work at the night bar but because of his demanding girlfriend, he had to work several jobs in order to make ends meet. Everything was going well until he saw his girlfriend walk into the hotel he was working at with another man. As if it wasn't enough that she was cheating on him, she wasn't even guilty and even mocked him for being poor. He left the hotel heartbroken and it was at that moment a payment of several billions of dollars was made to him. In the midst of his confusion, an Ashton Martin stopped in front of him and some men in black stepped out. "Young master, finally you've been found" turns out he was the lost son of a Billionaire Mafia Don. Now with him at the very top, it was his turn to make people dance to his tune.

They burned his home. They erased his family. And for ten years, they believed Dante Moretti was dead along with the ashes. He returns with nothing but cheap clothes, a cold stare, and fists trained by the legendary Master Armani—the man who turned him into a weapon. In a city ruled by money and bloodlines, Dante is mocked as a nobody, humiliated as a stray, and treated like dirt by elites who don’t know whose empire they’re standing in. When he saves a powerful heiress from death, she repays him with contempt, believing he’s just another poor man reaching above his place. What she doesn’t know is that he owns the sky above her head and her family’s fate is already tied to his. Forced into a marriage meant to control him, Dante steps into the lion’s den willingly because kings don’t avoid traps. They turn them into thrones. This is not a story about love at first sight. It’s about power reclaimed, enemies crushed, and a man who lets the world laugh… right before it learns to bow. Insults turn into kneeling. Laughter turns into fear. And every man who once looked down on him pays in ruin. They called him a nobody. Now the city will learn his name in a hard way.

I have conquered nations, subdued entire populations. Everyone from the Eastern plains to the Northern colonies fear me. But they don't know me. My name is Lloyd Bishop, and I am the Dragon Duke, The greatest enforcer of the kingdom of Tekka. 10 years ago, I watched from the closet, where I witnessed my entire family be gunned down in the city of Hilburg. My father and uncle, shot by a man with a dragon tattoo on his arm, who then burned down our home. I managed to escape, but I died from smoke poisoning. My life would be saved by a young girl, Lisa Francis, who brought me back to life and showed me the way out of the city. That was a decade ago. I left everything behind that day, my 3 childhood friends, and Lisa, a girl I didn't even know yet. In the time since, everything has changed, I was now more powerful than ever before, but the rage of my family's murder hadn't been quelled. And now I have returned to this city that took everything from me, and my mission is clear. Reconnect with my childhood friends, repay the girl who saved my life. But most importantly, I will show those responsible for my parent's death… THE WRATH OF THE DRAGON DUKE!

Jaden Cole was once a nobody in the brutal world of mixed martial arts—a stepping stone for rising stars, a fighter known more for his losses than his name. But everything changed the night he vanished for seven days. When he finally returned, he was… different. In the ring, his movements were sharp, primal—inhuman. His next fight ended with his opponent dead and his own mind shattered by memories that didn’t belong to this time. Because during those seven missing days, Jaden lived five years in another world—an ancient empire where warriors fought to the death in blood-soaked arenas for the amusement of kings. He had been a slave, a killer, a legend in chains. And when his final battle ended, the gods sent him back… to where it all began. Now, haunted by the screams of the fallen and trapped between two realities, Jaden seeks meaning in violence and peace in pain. Every fight drags him closer to the edge of madness—every punch, a reminder of the arena that forged him. But when shadows from that ancient world begin bleeding into the present, Jaden realizes his past wasn’t just a dream… and the gods who made him their champion aren’t done with him yet. In a world where strength is survival, one man must fight across time itself to discover who he truly is— a warrior, a monster, or something in between.

He spent three years on his knees. He was never meant to be there. Three years ago, Kael woke up in an alley with no memories and no name. A wealthy family took him in, married him to the daughter they'd given up on, and turned him into their live-in servant—the one who apologizes when vases break and doesn't fight back when fists fly. Then something inside him starts to wake up. Hunters begin appearing. Beautiful, inhuman things that speak a name he doesn't recognize, and when they say it, something in him answers. Memories start bleeding through—memories of power, of judgment, of being something far more than human. Kael wasn't a nobody who lost his past. He was a god. The one who held other gods accountable. And when he got too close to their secrets, they ripped away his power, erased his mind, and buried him in a mortal body to suffer and forget. Now he's remembering. But every time he reaches for what he used to be, he loses a piece of the life he built here—his memories, his emotions, his connection to the wife who stayed. His brother, a god of war, is coming to finish the job. Seven days until he arrives. Kael can become what he was and lose everything human about himself, or stay who he is and die.

Vengeance! The target here was the beautiful princess of the Cyprus kingdom, Princess Chu Hua. She has been living her whole life in the kingdom without stepping out of the gate, for a reason best known to her father. A time finally came, when her uncle, who was a stepbrother to her father. That was thrown out of the kingdom a long time ago, rise against them, for vengeance. Was her father actually guilty? Not at all, he only fought for his right to become the successor of their father as the firstborn. On hearing this, commander Lucifer, who happens to be the commander of the Cyprus kingdom, and princess Chu Hua crush. He arose to fight for her and the kingdom. He wasn't going to do this alone; commander Lucifer secretly trained princess Chu Hua. Commander Lucifer has unknown powers that no one was aware of. A time came when he gave the princess a magical sword. This sword wasn't meant for her. It was an assigned sword for a warrior to rescue a kingdom from a long time prepared battle, in the kingdom of mermaids. That sword took her away from her kingdom to a place she never knew existed in this world. How will she cope in a world, where everyone has powers except for her? _________ “ He's Cthulhu. The great ocean monster, and you must defeat him to save humanity.” a voice echoed. To defeat Cthulhu isn't a child's play.

Kael died once. That should’ve been the end of his story. Instead, the universe spat him back into a body far too young, armed with a power too gentle for a world too cruel — healing. Now reincarnated in a realm of blood, sigils, and fucked-up prophecy, Kael is tethered to a system that refuses to let him die quietly. With every wound he mends, every soul he saves, something in the world grows obsessed with him — and it doesn't know how to love gently. This isn’t a tale of a soft-hearted healer. This is war in reverse. --- Synopsis Kael was a broken mercenary, trained to end lives cleanly and silently. When a mission went sideways, his death was supposed to be a mercy. But instead of peace, he wakes up eight years old in a world where magic is real, monsters are philosophical, and the System — an AI-like force of impossible will — has made him its chosen Healer. But healing in this world isn’t passive. To mend flesh, he must feel the pain. To revive the dead, he must stare into death. And to survive, he must master the language of combat through restoration. Thrown into an orphanage that smells like trauma and burnt bread, surrounded by allies with secrets and enemies with smiles, Kael starts building power the only way the System allows — by saving people who are definitely not worth saving. Along the way, Kael must contend with psychic cultists, violent guild politics, experimental arcane theory, and the uncomfortable truth that whatever rules this universe? It fucking loves him. Maybe too much.

Richard Cross, born as a bastard, went through many difficulties, but he didn't let that defeat him, being raised with the love of his mother, who kept him going forward. Time passes by, and now he's in his early twenties, with a great paid-off job, a lovely girlfriend. Living his life to the fullest, but it didn't last long... As young and promising as he can be, he lost his life in his own apartment at the hands of an assassin. But not being the end of his journey, he got a second chance to live, and experience the wonders like a Fantasy book But, lucky is not completely on his side, he's born as a bastard again. Nevertheless, he has a power bestowed upon him from birth, and he will make use of it to the fullest. Join Richard's journey to become stronger, to become the KING OF THE UNDEAD.

They laughed when you couldn’t pay your rent, they sneered when you were fired and called you garbage in front of everyone. They clapped when your ex humiliated you at your lowest, but in your darkest hour, a convoy of black cars stops in front of you. A man in a bespoke suit steps out. “Mr. Elba,” he says with a bow. “Your presence is requested. You are now the sole heir of the Elba Consortium. Effective immediately.” Private jets. Superyachts. Global influence. Power like you never imagined. But wealth doesn’t erase the past, it magnifies it, enemies emerge from shadows. Friends turn to snakes. And the world that once mocked you? It's ready to kneel or destroy you. This is your world now. But how long can you hold it?