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Takumi Asano, a painter from Kyoto, Japan, had copied tens of thousands of Vincent van Gogh's oil paintings. One day, he traveled through time to Arles, a small town in Provence, France, just before Christmas in 1888. It could be said to be time travel, or rather, arriving in a parallel universe. There, he became Marcel Duval, a 20-year-old local "chimney boy". Right in front of him unfolded one of the most famous tragedies in art history: the impoverished and down-and-out Van Gogh, holding a razor, was pointing it at his left ear! — "Mr. Van Gogh! Put down the razor!" — "Tell Armand... I'll cut off my ear and give it to him right away!" Was there actually an untold secret behind Van Gogh's ear-severing incident? — "Keep it, and it will bring you more and greater works!" — "You're absolutely crazy! Who are you?" — "I'm your top-tier manager!" Years later, the Parisian art circle had undergone earth-shattering changes. Van Gogh, who had grown into a great master, no longer had darkness in his eyes: "Marcel, it really was a good idea to keep my ear. Without you, none of this would have been possible!" Takumi Asano, once a lowly copyist trapped in drudgery, had now become Marcel, the world's "Godfather of Art". He smiled and raised his glass: "Come to my Provence manor this summer. I've planted a vast sunflower field—tens of thousands of mu—just for you... By the way, would you like to see my new paintings?" 【Time-Travel Redemption + Underdog's Rise + Rewriting History】! Click to read, and join Van Gogh in defying fate to turn the tide, lighting up the stars on the canvas!

"How would you feel about facing death, knowing you've been cast aside by the people you loved the most?" Bryan pondered this question as it echoed in his mind, but as he opened his eyes to a new beginning, a fresh chance at life, he felt a surge of determination. He was willing to do whatever it might take to make those who had caused him pain pay, even if it meant shedding tears and blood as he had suffered. "Bryan, Mom was wrong. Please come back to us," "Bryan, Dad admits his mistakes, please forgive me and return to us?" "Bryan, we're sorry for neglecting you, we regret it now," even his three sisters who despised him the most. These were the same people who had never spared him a single glance, despite his longing for their love and affection his entire life, even when he lay on the brink of death they chose an outsider over him, now they beg for his forgiveness and plead for his return, it was ironic, almost laughable. "I don't have a family, and I'm perfectly fine being an orphan," Join the incredible journey of Bryan Winterwood as he goes from being an orphan to discovering as the long-lost son of one of the richest families, but despite appearing to be having everything there's nothing for him not even love until the moment he was dead, just when it seems like everything ended, fate has its own play for him, Bryan is given a second chance, instead of embracing the life of an heir to a billionaire family, he decides to walk away and return to the life of an orphan once again to rise and shine by his own

“Don’t make a scene, Marcus.” Sophia’s eyes, always so cold, flicked over him as if he were an unwanted stain. “A Saintess can’t be sullied by a man like you. Keep your distance.” For three years, Marcus Steel was a ghost in his own marriage. His wife, worshipped for her holy power, never let him near—not even a touch, not a night together. Yet every gathering, she let Alexander—her so-called ‘brother,’ his former best friend—rest his head in her lap, her hand stroking his hair, their laughter intimate and careless for the world to see. “Does it ever bother you?” Marcus whispered one night, desperation thick in his voice. “That you give him what you never gave me?” Sophia only smiled, distant as ever. “Alexander needs me. You… you’re just my duty.” When the earthquake shattered the banquet hall, Marcus reached for her through the falling debris. “Sophia! Please! Just take my hand—help me!” But her golden barrier was already around Alexander. She didn’t even look at Marcus as he screamed, “I’m your husband! Don’t leave me—” “I can’t save everyone,” she said, voice like ice. “Alex is injured. I promised to protect him.” As rubble crushed his body and hope faded, something ancient awoke in Marcus. Flames danced in his blood, power surging from the pain, the betrayal. From the ashes of humiliation and heartbreak, a dragon roared to life. Marcus Steel is dead. The Dragon King rises—and the Saintess will beg for mercy she never showed.

"If you've any conscience left in you, you'll understand that you deserve this." The prison doors closed behind him with those final words. Ethan Carvendish was the true heir of the Carvendish family, yet his existence was treated as nothing more than a stain that needed to be erased. "You're nothing but a criminal!" His father discarded him without hesitation. "I regret giving birth to you. I wish Charlie was my biological son!" His mother chose an adopted son over her own flesh and blood. "Charlie is my only brother, not a disgusting parasite like you." His sister looked at him with nothing but disgust. "It's just three years in prison. Charlie is delicate, unlike you." The woman he loved stood beside his adopted brother, forged evidence, framed him, and watched silently as he was condemned for a crime he never committed. For three years, he rotted in prison for someone's crime, while they celebrated his fall. The prison did not break him, it awakened him. Now Ethan has returned, not as the discarded heir… But as the Shadow Tyrant. A name whispered in fear. A power no one can control. A ruler the elite world cannot defy. "Son… We were wrong." The parents who abandoned him now kneel before him. "Ethan, sister regrets everything… please come back…" The sister who once saw him as nothing but a disgrace now begging for his attention. "Ethan… please give me another chance…" The woman who once sent him to prison crawls to his feet. But the Ethan Carvendish they betrayed died behind those prison walls, the one who returned is coldhearted. As the world trembles before the Shadow Tyrant, only one question remains. Will Ethan Carvendish reclaim everything that was stolen from him… or will shadow tyrant destroy them all without mercy?

For three agonizing years, Marcus Chen endured the daily humiliation of being the Williams family's useless son-in-law. Mocked by his wife's relatives and treated as a live-in servant, he swallowed every insult while his beautiful wife, Emma, grew cold and distant, ashamed of their marriage. His breaking point came at Emma's birthday party, where his cheap gift was scorned and his brother-in-law, Daniel, publicly announced Emma's engagement to a wealthy rival. As Marcus stood broken and covered in champagne, Emma delivered the final, crushing blow: "I'm sorry, Marcus," she whispered. "But Daniel's right. You're... you're just not enough. You'll never be enough." But the forces that sought to destroy him made a fatal mistake. Stumbling into the cold night, Marcus was nearly killed in a staged accident, a final act of cruelty that instead triggered an ancient power. The **Legacy Inheritance System** roared to life, revealing his true identity as the lost heir to the trillion-dollar Chen Empire, a conglomerate thought destroyed twenty years ago. The system's first command was clear: **[SYSTEM ACTIVATED: HEIR RECOVERY PROTOCOL INITIATED]**. From a scorned waiter to the master of a hidden fortune, Marcus is reborn with a single, burning purpose: to reclaim everything that was stolen from him. Now, Marcus Chen is no longer the man they humiliated. Each system mission unlocks new abilities, exposes hidden enemies, and brings him closer to the truth behind his family's downfall. He will rise from the ashes of his past, an unstoppable force ready to crush the powerful elite who once laughed at his pain. Will he succeed in reclaiming his empire and proving his worth to the woman who abandoned him? Or will the conspiracy that destroyed the Chen family finish what they started? Dive into this tale of revenge, redemption, and the ultimate system-powered comeback.

Daniel wasn't your everyday nobody. His life transitioned from that of a loser to that of a winner after being bitten by some bastard. "You're my perfect successor." "My ass..." It turns out it was a curse... from that moment on Daniel became a vampire, a loser that suddenly became a vampire, sounds sort of cliche if not for the beatings that he received in the streets, struggling to get some 'food' until he gained enough experience to control his powers. Apparently, after becoming a winner, getting a few girlfriends and transforming his own experience by a hundred and eighty degrees, life seemed to not be quite done with him yet. After a series of unfortunate occurrences, Daniel found himself in a mad new world with a new name, and certainly a new family of sorts. ** ** "You're..." "I'm your Demon Empress, my cute familiar, make me something to eat~" "w-wait where are you touching?! a-and you're..." "I'm the first familiar, a Kitsune..." "... a what? forget it... you?" "I'll introduce myself, I'm the second familiar, an Octopus~ my belly is rumbling!" "How many tentacles do you have?" "Don't pay attention to her! I'm the third familiar, an Oni! and I have two horns and I'm hungry!" "I can't see the other... hold up... what is that moving goo?!" "I'm a slime... please don't slip on me, also, I'm hungry." "Why are you all hungry!?" "My sweet familiar, here is your first task... cook me something delicious." "Like what?" "I wonder how vampires taste~" "..." ** ** #romance, #harem, #action, #system, #tournaments, #overpowered, #R18, #vampires, #demons, #magic, #strongToStronger, #slimegirl, #octopusgirl, #demongirl, #kitsunegirl, #evolution

# HELLSPAWN HUNTER ## Synopsis **When the gates of Hell crack open over his hometown, seventeen-year-old Kael Draven should have died with everyone else. Instead, he made a deal with a dying demon—and became something the supernatural world has never seen before.** Kael's father was a legendary Hunter who died keeping secrets. His demonic bond makes him an abomination in the eyes of his father's former allies. And Vex'thul, the ancient demon sharing his headspace, won't shut up long enough to let him figure out which side he's supposed to be on. **Vex'thul the Unbound has survived three millennia by being paranoid, ruthless, and absolutely insufferable. Now he's stuck in the body of an idealistic teenager who thinks "heroism" is a viable career path.** Together, they're humanity's most dysfunctional defense against the supernatural apocalypse. Kael wants to save everyone. Vex wants to survive everything. Neither is getting what they want. The Hunter Academy doesn't train half-demons. Vampire covens don't trust monsters with consciences. Exorcist orders shoot first and ask questions later. And somewhere in the shadows, the conspiracy that killed Kael's father is pulling strings that could unravel reality itself. **Armed with unstable demonic powers, a demon who treats life-or-death situations like a running commentary track, and a stubborn refusal to accept that some people can't be saved, Kael is about to learn that the hardest part of hunting monsters isn't the fighting—it's deciding which monsters deserve to live.** In a world where humanity's protectors might be the real villains, Kael Draven will discover that sometimes the only way to save the world is to embrace the darkness within. *Because when Hell comes calling, sometimes you need a monster to answer.*

Jamie Aldridge never asked for this. He never asked for the system, for the power, for the missions that drag him deeper into Seattle’s underworld. But when life throws a digital demon into your head, what choice do you have? Play the game or get played. Simple. Except it’s not that simple. Because this game? It’s rigged. And the stakes? Well, they’re higher than Jamie could ever imagine. "Who the hell are you?" Jamie demanded, his voice rough with exhaustion, and his mind a tangled mess of fear and fury. The Broker smiled, a thin, calculated curve of lips that held no warmth. "I'm the man who’s going to change your life, Jamie. Or end it. Depends on how well you play." "Play?" Jamie spat, barely holding back the urge to punch that smug look off his face. "I’m not playing your game. Not anymore." The Broker’s eyes shone with a dark and knowing aura. "Oh, but you are. You just don’t realize it yet." Now Jamie’s on a collision course with forces beyond his control—shadowy figures who pull the strings, secrets buried so deep they might as well be myths, and a system that seems determined to push him to the brink. And just when he thinks he can’t take any more, life throws him another curveball: Emma. His unbearable bully of a wife. Pregnant. Yeah. Ain't gonna end well. In a world where survival is a day-to-day battle and the lines between ally and enemy blur with every step, Jamie has to figure out one thing—how to win when every move feels like a losing one. Because failure? It’s not an option. Not when his life, and the life of his unborn child, hangs in the balance.

“Your family’s blood runs thick with treason.” The words seared into young Thorne Valtor’s mind as he watched his world crumble. His uncle’s guards dragged his father away in chains, accused of murdering the grandfather Thorne barely knew. His mother lunged forward, desperate to stop them, only to be cut down in a spray of blood right before his eyes. “Mother!” Thorne’s scream echoed uselessly as blades flashed again. His father broke free for a heartbeat, grabbing Thorne in a frantic escape attempt, but arrows felled him mid-stride. Thorne crumpled beside his father’s body, the warmth of life fading under his small hands. The uncle’s shadow loomed over him. “You’re no longer needed here, boy.” Sold into slavery to the neighboring kingdom of Eldoria, Thorne toiled in the brutal depths of their mining pits, his body scarred by whips and his spirit hardened by years of endless labor. Freedom came not from mercy, but from chaos: Eldoria fell under siege by a nameless horde wielding forbidden dark mage powers, their shadows twisting reality itself. Thorne fled through the carnage, crossing borders back to his homeland of Valeria, where he sought refuge in his father’s hidden sanctuary,a forgotten cavern etched with ancient runes. There, a sealed door his father had once whispered about beckoned. “It will open when the time is right.” The time was now. The door yielded, revealing five ethereal thrones occupied by spectral ancient mages. “He has returned, the chosen one.” They descended, pressing a glowing tome into his hands. “Within lies powers, Use it wisely, heir of the clovers. “Do the right thing.” Read on to unravel a tale where betrayal forges heroes, magic awakens legacies, and one boy’s choice could shatter empires or mend them.

"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.