We Best Love: No. 1 For You

Aldric has always been the target for bullies because of his body and because of being poor. While being bullied in their classroom a magic circle appeared and together with his classmates, Aldric got summoned by a Queen to another world and just when he thought that his life will be finally better, his status window revealed that he is only level 1 while his classmates were all heroes. His classmates bullied him for being the weakest, and the Queen disposed of him and sent him to a barren land filled with monsters to die. Just when he thought his life was over. A translucent appears before him. [You have successfully recruited 10 Goblins in your small Kingdom. You have gained 1,000,000,000,000!] [You have successfully had an elf as your wife! You have gained 1,000,000,000,000!]

“Don't embarrass yourself. It’s not like this is new.” Carlos dropped the bag and with each step he took toward them, the years of loyalty, sacrifice and love burned to ashes in his chest. His fist clenched involuntarily. “You were my brother, Robert,” his breath weakened with pain while his eyes gleamed. “And you... I was planning to marry you, Andrea!” “You?” Andrea snapped with a scoff, wrapping a sheet around her. “You can’t even pay your rent on time. You’re a delivery boy, Carlos. A nobody." Framed by His best friend and lover, Alex is forged by the experience gotten from his betrayal and misfortune into discovering his true identity and rightful place as a Seclair heir. And to take revenge on all those who were behind his misfortune with the help of the system whose golden aim is to make him the grand master of the SOLO SYSTEM.

My new classmate began to assert that teachers are not people. Meanwhile, there are more and more strange cases confirming his conjecture, not all vampires are evil, there is one among them who, sacrificing everything, in the desire to overthrow the tyrant, is ready to change the course of time. we can forget the past, but it can't forget us, following the friends of the indomitable death scythe, are you sure all demons are bad? Take a look around, but rather look into yourself. Has the author ever met his hero? What is there to see! To love and even mutually.

“Look at this cockroach!” Johnson sneered, pacing around Max like a predator sizing up his prey. “You think you can fight me? You’ve been scurrying in the dirt your whole life!” Laughter erupted from the crowd. “He’s about to get squashed!” someone shouted. “Yeah, show him who’s boss, Johnson!” another chimed in. Johnson flexed his arms dramatically, turning to the crowd. “This rat thinks he’s a lion now, huh?” he spat, pointing at Max. “But all I see is a mangy stray dog, begging for scraps!” The crowd whooped and hollered, eagerly anticipating the fight. “You’re nothing but a street mutt,” Johnson continued, his voice brimming with arrogance. “I’ve trained with the best, and you? You’ve been running from garbage collectors your whole life!” Max stepped forward, his gaze steady, though his heart raced. “You talk too much,” he muttered, squaring his shoulders. “Let’s just get this over with.” Max was dumped by his girlfriend, just because he was poor.But his life turned upside down when at police station, he gets to know that he is not a common man, but a trillionaire heir .

"Apologize to Mike and get the hell out of here, before we really destroy you, you stupid cleaner!" he snarled. The taunting laughter from the group echoed around the court. Ethan’s cheeks burned as he clenched his fists, but he didn’t let the tears fall. Not now. Not when he could still hold his dignity—though it was quickly slipping away. Melissa’s eyes shifted uncomfortably, and for a moment, Ethan saw something in them—a flicker of fear. But it was quickly replaced by an air of indifference. She shifted on her feet, glancing away, clearly uncomfortable but refusing to step forward. The group continued to mock him, calling him a beggar and a loser. "Look at him," one of them laughed. "A poor idiot who thinks he’s better than everyone else!" The mocking continued, but none of it hit harder than the silence from Melissa. Ethan turned his head toward her, his voice cracking as he asked. “Melissa, what the hell are you doing here? You... you’re my girlfriend!” His voice trembled with a mixture of anger and hurt. The heir of the Elliot family, but his parents didn’t tell him the truth. They wanted Ethan to feel the difficulties of life.

"You are worthless without money! No one would love you to check up on you" "You are a loser!" Cedric Soriano, the billionaire heir who left his father due to his obsessive love for money and the utmost power, crawled back begging after he was rejected and jilted by his wife's family. Obsessed with revenge, he finds out the cruelty of life and how much he lost and gained in his journey towards achieving his Revenge.

[System Awakening! Daven King, do you want to turn your fate around? You have five seconds to accept the System!] [1…2…3…] All Daven could understand was getting a new life and that was all that mattered to him at that point. “Yes!” He responded. [The Rich Medical System has been installed successfully!] ___ Daven King, a poor and bullied cleaner became a medical genius in one night. He was faced with the ability to take and save lives and when faced with his enemies, he had the chance to make them suffer. However, his sudden skills came with a price, would he be able to keep them or lose them because of a diehard enemy?

Enzo dressed as a waiter got into the private party that El Macho was rumored to be in. Enzo noticed that the place was heavily guarded with at least 3 guards at each corner wielding assault rifles. "No kidding, this place is a fortress." Marco communicated with Enzo through a wireless earphones. "Is not too late to back out." Marco added. "Oh brother. We have been through worst, we will pull this off, and we will go celebrate at that coffee shop. Eh what do you say?" Enzo responded. "Alright. It's game time." Marco made his move.

In the underworld of ruthless power and unforgiving loyalty, I made an oath that would bind me for life—a blood oath sealed by vengeance, desire, and a woman who became my most dangerous weakness. They call me a monster, a king in a kingdom built on violence and fear. But I never asked for this life. I only wanted to survive. Then she walked into my world—fiery, untamed, and brimming with secrets. Our bond was meant to be temporary. A flash marriage. A simple alliance in a world where trust is a currency no one dares to spend. But with her, everything changed. The Mafia doesn’t forgive, and neither do I. She’ll learn that soon enough as I drag her through a storm of betrayal, bloodshed, and passion she never expected. Our marriage may have been a lie, but my hunger for her is very real. Now, we’re both trapped by an oath we can't escape, each step we take pulling us deeper into a world that only one of us will survive. And in the end, the savage honor I live by might just be the death of us both.

What is a mystery? Is it an axiom representing what is not perceptible and understandable? Is it the unfathomable, incomprehensible no matter how people try to make it specious? No, it isn't that. The definition of mystery is only what people can conceive, a specious fact with loopholes. People believe what they believe to be true and sadly, it has plunged them to the endless gore of ignorance. Mysteries aren't what we don't understand or what we can't comprehend. Mysteries aren't what remain hidden, taciturn to the ever yearning ears of people. Mysteries aren't the supernatural laws which can't be explained or fathomed. No, the definition of 'mysteries' is beyond that. Mysteries are what can't be reached no matter how we try to reach them. It isn't what can't be comprehended. Rather, it's what can't be reached. They are endless gores, immersed into the abyssal chasm of infinities. Mysteries are a state of endlessness and boundlessness, incomprehensible and unfathomable. Yes, that's what mysteries are. Cyclopean and grosteque phantasm is what a mystery should be called. A mystery transcends the feebleness and lumbering states of concepts, going on and on for eternity. Hence, a mystery is the same as infinity and infinity the same as a mystery. A mystery is infinite and infinity is mysterious—both are like a symphony, intertwined with each other making them chalcenterous and existing in oneness. To understand a mystery, you need to be boundless and infinite, transcending all possible concepts and impossible concepts, all possible 'non-concepts' and all impossible 'non-concepts'. Mysteries are beyond conception as well as non-conception. They are mysteries, boundless and infinite! They are stacked upon each other in a terracing manner, shrouded in the prodigious paradigm of infinity, going on and on till infinity!