Warrior

Jax was transported into a game life world where there were Kings every where and kingdoms where being destroyed every time and in order to survive he had to get stronger to the extent that no one can control his destiny, and with the help of the system he might just be able to become the greatest king of the waste lands.

"A coffin?" Alex mocked, his laughter echoing through the hall. "For me? You should’ve brought one for yourself, lunatic."Alex Carter’s cruel smirk wiped clean with a blade to Charles Carter’s screams as he loses more than just his pride, Jack is a man on a mission."You laughed at me when I was down," Jack says, his voice calm but cold. "But now, you’ll remember my name—for the rest of your short lives."Once, Jack Sullivan was a name whispered with respect and fear—the legendary commander of the Iron Wolf Battalion. But a devastating betrayal left him broken, his memories shattered, and his enemies triumphant. Reduced to a mentally impaired shell of himself, Jack became a laughingstock, mocked by his in-laws and dismissed by the powerful elites of Havenwood. "They called him a fool, a servant, a man broken beyond repair. Now, they’ll call him their worst nightmare." But Jack isn’t a fool anymore. His memories have returned, and so has his unrelenting thirst for justice.

He was a hero until betrayal turned him into the villain. Eryndor Kaelen fell on the battlefield, betrayed by his best friend Elias Thorne. Dragged into the abyss, he struck a deal with Nyxir, god of shadows. Reborn as Lucien Ardent, the kingdom’s most feared villain, he discovers poison in his veins, his own brother plotting his death, and the woman he once loved stripped of her memories. Everyone calls him a monster. Everyone wants him dead. But if they crave a villain He will give them one.

When a ruthless empire faces destruction, only one man can save it — Su Yu, the warlord who has never lost a battle and never taken a bride. But when the price of victory becomes the crown itself, Su Yu learns that ruling a kingdom is harder than conquering one. Haunted by ghosts of the past, betrayed by those closest to him, and torn between love and power, Su Yu’s journey will test the limits of loyalty, honor, and humanity itself. Can a man born for war learn to lead with his heart? Or will the legend of Su Yu end the same way it began — in blood?

"Your existence is a plague, Jin’er. But your marrow... that is a treasure." ​For eighteen years, Lin Jin was locked away, labeled a "Living Coffin." His body naturally emitted a corrosive poison that rotted everything he touched. He lived in agony, believing his family was searching for a cure. ​He was wrong. On the day he thought he would be saved, his father drove a hollow spike into his spine. The truth? He was never a son. He was livestock. A vessel raised solely to harvest his rare "Corrosion Marrow" to fuel his genius brother’s cultivation. ​Drained, betrayed, and left to die in a collapsing dungeon, Lin Jin heard a voice echo from the empty hollow of his bones. An ancient, forbidden entity that had been sleeping within him all along. ​[They stole your blood? Then take their lives. They broke your bones? Then crush their heavens.] ​The chains shattered. The poison didn't disappear—it evolved. Lin Jin rose from the ashes. He no longer cultivated Spirit Qi. He cultivated Ruin. ​Everyone thought he was trash. Until he turned their legendary swords into rust and their bodies into dust. ​When power corrodes the soul, survival becomes a choice.

Aella “whirlwind” Harlow was looking at the screen of her phone with earbuds on, the live speech of Aniya Rossi in the United Nations. She sighed and mumbled when it ended, “Dumbass… Werewolves accepted by society, protectors, helping Humanity achieve greatness. Yeah, greatness my butt! A good Werewolf is a dead Werewolf! Spoiled brat… Stupid bitch…” She checked her quiver, counting the darts still there. A quick glance at the pistol crossbow on the left side of her belt, and at the Ruger gun inside the holster under her left armpit. Grabbing her faithful Labrys, a double edge axe, was the last thing she did before hearing a howl nearby. Aella frowned and mumbled, “Showtime…” (It is the sequel of "The Flesh-Eating Werewolf", set 20 years in the future, but can be read as a stand alone, but with minor mentions to events in the first story, and some previous characters that will appear in this story.)

Eryk Wayland returned to Black Lake City after receiving news that his grandfather had died. His uncle sent two men to pick up Eryk at the airport. They kidnap and lock Eryk in a warehouse. The uncle forced Eryk to sign a letter of inheritance. The two men then killed and disposed of Eryk's body in the Rockwool City landfill, a wasted city. Erick is dying. When he was about to die, he was found by a summoned spirit in the form of a white owl. The owl offers a life-and-death contract to Eryk. "Give me your soul, then you will hold the world in the your hand!" From that day on, the owl kept following Eryk wherever he went. Eryk was also suddenly able to speak and understand the language of birds. He can also summon and control summoned spirits as a source of power. However, a group of destruction summoners is hunting for Eryk. They wanted to seize the power of the strongest summon spirit that Eryk didn't realize he had. Can Eryk survive in Rockwool City—the city of summoners, save himself from the destructive summoners, and return to Black Lake City to avenge the people who slaughtered his family?

Oliver Hunt lost everything—his memories, identity, and dignity. He became the Henverton family’s punching bag, enduring their scorn as the worthless son-in-law. But when a mysterious woman approached him, everything changed. “You’re our leader, Commander. It’s time to reclaim your throne.” Oliver discovers he's Zero, the God of Mercenary. A legend feared by all, known for completing impossible missions without fail. Unleashing his power, Oliver is out for revenge. Those who crossed him will pay. The world will bow before him... or burn.

Edgar, a young slave, gets slapped into the creepy valley of vipers, a place of utter darkness. His failure to return might not end the world full of freakish cultivators, but it would mean Fabby, his elder sister, has to spend her slave life alone among smiling predators that threaten her life and honor. But how can a cripple and an inexperienced Edgar survive the fall, then climb the valley that not even the most heinous criminals of the world would choose for a hiding spot? Even if he somehow does, will he continue to live as a slave, or will he fight for his and his sister’s ‘freedom’- the word a slave never even dared to whisper and live another day? Will Edgar keep swimming in suffering, or will he sink his teeth into the sharks that surround the siblings? “One day, I’ll set up an inn, and people will call me the Lady Innkeeper Fabby!” said Fabby, with her pretty nose turned up a bit. “Sounds cool, but what about me?” the innocent younger brother, Edgar, pulled her skirt and asked while licking on tamarind candy. “You’ll be a waiter, of course,” she assured. “Eh? Waiter?" his cute little expression warped very fast. "No, I don’t want it.” “You won't be a regular waiter but the head waiter!” “Still, no,” he shook his little head a little too quickly. “Why don’t you be the head waitress, and I’ll be the innkeeper!” “Huh? Then what’s the point of me dreaming of becoming an innkeeper, you idiot!” she caught his ear for a good bit of twisting. "Ow, ow, ow!"

When King Alden is murdered on his own throne, the royal court fractures overnight. Prince Elias inherits not just a crown, but a nest of enemies: his uncle Alaric moving soldiers in the shadows, nobles who trade loyalty for coin, and spies who turn every whisper into a weapon. Elias is young, untested, and torn between justice and survival. To protect the realm, he must learn faster than his enemies expect—burning illegal armories, unmasking traitors inside the council, and wielding deception as keenly as steel. But every victory costs him: friends, innocence, even mercy. “Trust no shadow,” his father warned—and in this game, even his closest adviser carries secrets that could shatter him. If Elias cannot master the game of knives played around his table, the city will bleed, the throne will fall, and the crown will be shattered forever.