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The youthful prodigy of the Alliance, the Necromancer Kyo the Deathweaver, is dead. But he was not slain by the illness that haunted him. Killed mercilessly by a traitor to the alliance he had sworn himself to, during a war between that same Alliance and the corrupt dogs of the Maburh Empire. He died for nothing, but he did so valiantly. Another youth taken by war. So why is it that he is awoken, 50 years later? Why is it that he finds a world where the Alliance lost and the traitor that slew him is hailed as a Hero? Why is it that he finds a world that does not remember his name? That won't do. That won't do at all.

After the heartbreak of his life, the young billionaire, James went on from pain to delight as he found happiness in Emily Simone. However, his joy didn't last long, following the sudden disappearance of Emily. Everything took a different turn when she showed up again, only this time she couldn't recognize him. In the process of trying to get back with her, he had to marry his Ex-wife, Harper Williams, on a contract. When the contract was drawing to an end, James was sure to regain his freedom and happiness, but he was shocked at the sudden declaration of Harper's pregnancy.

“Deucalion stop! you don’t have to do this, it’s me you want” yelled Bobby as Deucalion raised his claw into the air and almost rips Charlie throat. “So now the almighty Bobby Thompson begs, is it because he is your son? was my son not worth it?” look me in the eye and answer me! roared Deucalion. Looking defeated, Bobby stood up “he crossed the line Deucalion you know that he involved people who weren’t involved in this, my daughter! And I didn’t kill him.” Deucalion now surprised, itching “who then killed Steele?” he asked Deucalion still strangling Charlie who was almost unconscious now. “Well, I suppose it will be me”, an unknown figure walked from the darkness into the light. “I am not your enemy here, I am just a necessary tool that will help you to achieve your revenge against your enemy, so do you want avenge your son or do what is right?” he said as he looked at them grinning.

They called him broke, useless, a nobody. Even the girl he loved sold him out for a flashy lifestyle he couldn’t afford. But on the night Vincent Morgan hits rock bottom, the truth about his bloodline shatters his old life—he’s the sole heir to a trillion-dollar empire. Overnight, Vincent becomes one of the wealthiest men on the planet. But money isn’t just power—it’s revenge served cold. With every dollar, he rises. With every name, he remembers. And now? He’s rewriting the rules of respect. You underestimated Vincent Morgan. That was your first mistake.

Immortal Emperor Dao was tricked into believing that capturing the wheel of time and space would fulfil his longtime wish of having children and a Dao companion of his own, but he ended up losing his original body, and his soul travelling through space into Earth possessing Old Ye who has eleven grandchildren. "Grandpa, I lost my job because my Boss instructed me to tell you to sell the Old Ye property" "Is your boss tired of living? Don't work for him, a Boss like that isn't even worthy to be the shoe carrier of Emperor Dao's grandson" "Grandpa, My husband's family want me to divorce my husband because I couldn't give birth to a child" "Is just giving birth to a child, I will give you a pill that you will give birth to triplet, are they worthy to be in-laws of Emperor Dao? They should be burning incense to their ancestors for getting such an undeserving opportunity" Heaven above and Earth below, who can make prideful Emperor Dao lower his head?

Noah Stone has spent the last three years living a simple life. He works long hours as a mechanic, keeps his head down, and tries to be a good husband. He doesn’t remember who he was before an accident erased his past, but he’s made peace with it. Some things, he tells himself, are better left unknown. Then, in a single day, everything changes. His marriage ends. Strangers show up calling him “Chairman.” And the world he thought he understood starts to crack open. Suddenly, Noah finds himself pulled into a reality that doesn’t match the man he believes he is one filled with power, wealth, and expectations he never asked for. People who once overlooked him begin watching closely. Others seem threatened by his very existence. The problem is, Noah still doesn’t know the full truth about his own past. All he knows is this: If he really was someone powerful before he lost his memory, there must be a reason he disappeared. And not everyone is ready for him to remember.

They call him the "Watchdog of the West Gate." To the wealthy students, Alistair Cain is a joke—a dropout husband living off his brilliant professor wife, tasked with nothing more than checking IDs and chasing stray dogs off campus. To his wife’s powerful family, he is a stain on their reputation, a useless son-in-law who should have been discarded years ago. But they don’t know why the West Gate is the only place on campus where the shadows never move. They don’t know that the "stray dogs" he chases are actually Hellhounds trying to breach the mortal realm. And they certainly don’t know that Alistair is actually the Calamity Star—the exiled God of War serving a 1,000-year penance to suppress the ancient evil beneath the university library. When the seal begins to crack and the elite families of the city become pawns in a demonic war, the useless security guard finally stands up. "You can insult me all you want," Alistair says, adjusting his uniform cap. "But step one foot past this gate, and not even the Heavens can save you."

They threw him into the dark to feed a slumbering god. They didn't know the god was starving—and that the boy was hungrier. For ten thousand years, the Blood Lotus Sect has reigned supreme, built on a foundation of ruthless cultivation and a dark secret: they sacrifice their weakest newborns to the Abyssal Pit to appease an ancient horror. But when a nameless, hollow boy is tossed into the dark, he doesn't scream. He doesn't break. With a soul as empty as the void itself, he catches the eye of the dying god below. Instead of consuming him, the ancient entity makes him its vessel. Now, sharing his mind with a cynical, world-ending parasite, the boy climbs out of the abyss wearing the stolen skin and identity of a murdered Outer Court disciple named Dver. To the arrogant young masters and paranoid elders of the sect, Dver is just another piece of trash. A traumatized survivor clinging to the bottom of the hierarchy. They are dead wrong. He is an apex predator wearing a sheep’s skin, and his cultivation requires him to eat theirs. As Dver systematically infiltrates the sect, turning their deadly politics into his own personal hunting ground, he catches the eye of Lyra—the Sect’s flawless, untouchable Saintess. She believes she can purify the broken boy. She thinks she can save him. But Dver doesn't want salvation. He wants to slowly, deliciously corrupt her until she is just as monstrous as he is. A grand sacrifice is approaching. The elders are preparing to feast on the heavens. But they have no idea that the abyss is already walking among them, smiling, and waiting for the perfect moment to swallow them whole.

Ten years ago, Alastor Vikir lost everything in a fire that consumed his family and his home. With nothing but ashes and unanswered questions, he disappeared from the world, training under a master of survival with one singular purpose: find the truth and make someone pay. Now he's back in London, but the city he returns to isn't the one he left behind. Enrolled in university under a false name, Alastor watches over Chloe Everstone—the girl whose family saved his life when he had nothing. But protecting her means navigating a world of wealth, privilege, and secrets he never asked to be part of. Including an arranged marriage to Seraphina Belmond, the sharp-tongued heiress who doesn't even know who he really is. As old memories resurface and new dangers emerge, Alastor realizes the fire that destroyed his life wasn't an accident. And the people responsible? They're still out there. Some truths are buried for a reason. Some fires never stop burning. And some debts can only be paid in blood.

On Laurent’s eighteenth birthday, he expects to be awakened to power just like every other person does when infused with their system but his system doesn’t follow the script. Not only was it defective it was also the lowest ranked system making him the weakest. Unfortunately for him, weakness in Elarion was a death sentence. The monsters beyond the borders didn’t care about rankings, and neither did the predators hiding among humans. Cast aside, mocked, and hunted, Laurent soon finds a glitch in his curse: unlike everyone else… he can level up.