When His Eyes Opened

“Just because I’m poor, the feelings we’ve built for three years will end just like that!?” Charlie lowered his head. He clenched his fists tightly. So much so, the nails on his fingertips dug into his flesh. “Everyone, today you can look down on me. Just wait and see, I will definitely make you all regret by my success!” Charlie said with eyes that continued to blaze. **** Because of Charlie’s poor life, he was insulted and humiliated by everyone, including Amara, his high school sweetheart, who abandoned him for a wealthy man. Amara’s true nature left Charlie feeling desperate. However, out of the blue, he uncovered a family secret that changed everything. It turned out that Charlie was actually from a wealthy family, something he had never known. His long-lost grandfather, who had built an empire, left him a portion of his fortune. As if that weren’t enough, Charlie was also appointed as a director in one of the family’s companies, despite still being still a student! With newfound wealth and a prestigious position, Charlie was determined to show everyone who had ever underestimated him would kneel before him and beg for mercy. It was time to turn the tables and prove that he was more than just his humble beginnings.

Blurb Revenge is best served cold, but just how cold? The worst of foes come from within and Richard should have known. Richard Escrow has always seen his in-laws as his savior for taking him in after his parent's demise at a young age and letting him marry their daughter; he'd felt blessed to have such foster parents. But that was a mere facade to blind him to their vile ways. Now, his marriage is threatened and his wife is being coerced by the very family he's always known to divorce him and abort their unborn child. Finding a job has become impossible and he's taunted daily by his in-laws who keep persuading his wife to marry a wealthy man and save the family business from bankruptcy. The Devon family aren't big on love and unity as much as the next juicy business deal and investment, they see Richard as a liability and can't wait to rid of him. But fate has a few cards left and it works perfectly for Richard. Having discovered his new found inheritance and the truth behind his biological family's legacy. His eyes are open to who his in-laws truly are and how they'd trampled on him all those years to steal from him. Richardl is ready to play dirty with all the power he now wields to ensure that he keeps his wife and he destroys the people that destroyed his biological family. He has a few secrets to keep but his game is set, he knows his pawns, positions his queen and awaits the perfect time to…checkmate! Revenge is best frozen after all.

His status as a disciple of Helma Tilcott, the only healer in the Lanshire Kingdom possessing the rare healing zhenqi, had brought Marc Belmont no advantage at all. From the start, few believed he could ever become her heir; no matter how diligently he tried to absorb her teachings or practice her skills, everything seemed to vanish from his mind as if it had never been there. Years of effort appeared to have been in vain, and Marc began to question if he was truly meant for this life. One day, a group of messengers arrived from the city of Cammont, their mocking words cutting through the air as they demanded he follow them. “I’m not interested,” Marc replied flatly, his voice devoid of the hesitation it once carried. “Ungrateful! Is this how you treat someone who raised you?” The messengers clenched their fists, anger burning in their eyes as they rushed toward him. Marc's lips curled into a confident smirk. “Those days are long gone. You clearly have no idea who you're dealing with.”

The rain had been falling on Moonveil City since dawn, running in silver threads down the tiled roofs, spilling from gutters into the crooked alleys. The sky was low and iron-grey, heavy enough to press against the tower-tops of the Martial Regulation Bureau. Inside the courtyard of the Moonveil District Arms Hall, Kael Ruan stood in silence, a new-issued badge in his hand. He was twenty-four, too young, too brash, they’d said, yet here he was, sworn as the youngest Arms Keeper in the city’s history. His mentor, Master Renji, watched from the covered steps, eyes narrowed as if weighing more than just the rain. [Silent Oath System Activated] Oath Energy: 0/100 Core Blade Slots: Shadowsteel (Locked), Frostvein (Locked), Dawnpiercer (Locked) Techniques: Oath Cut (Locked), Sword Recall (Locked) The voice cold, ringing inside his skull had woken with his oath to defend the district. It spoke without warmth, without mercy. It offered strength in exchange for vows sworn before witnesses. But the warning was clear: break an oath, and the System would take more than power from him.

In the Xuanhuang world, the sky had shattered centuries ago, leaving behind the "Celestial Fracture" that poisoned the world's energy and constrained the path of cultivation. Lin Feng, a weak and ailing mine slave, was accidentally struck by a mysterious stone from a meteorite. This stone turned out to be a "Heaven's Core Shard"—a fragment of the broken sky—that fused with his soul and granted him eyes capable of "Deconstructing All Laws." With his newfound ability, he saw the world not as a mystery, but as a collection of puzzles that could be taken apart and reassembled. From the lowliest kicking technique to forgotten ancient legacies, he could comprehend the essence of everything. However, this power made him a target for many factions: orthodox sects seeking to exploit him, wicked cultivators wanting to steal his soul core, and ancient beings awakened from slumber as he began to "repair" the damaged sky. His journey was not just one to become the strongest, but also to become the "Heavenly Repairman." Each step he took transformed the world, creating new cultivation arts, revolutionary artifacts, and ultimately, posing the ultimate question: should the shattered sky be restored to its original state, or reassembled into something entirely new?

[🥉 #10 System in my real life 🥉 ]"I don't have any powers and I don't want any." Victor snorted. "Well, there is no turning back now. At this stage, you can't control your primal instincts and your will to morph. Although, they are vital for a shape-changer." Maks's eyes rounded, pacing back and forth, "I can't control my primordial instinct..." He said. "It's primal_" "They're the same thing!" He yelled back. He was going to freak out if he found himself in a situation where he couldn't help himself. He gazed at his hands. Then he started slowly. "This is your first and least level of cultivation, you'll have to keep going."

What could be more devastating than watching your lover being shot by a masked man right before your very eyes in the dead of night? Everly isn't just confronted with a daunting reality that shatters her hope for a future with Edwin, but one that also sets her on a new path. In an unexpected turn of events, she relinquishes her dream of being a model and becomes a prosecutor driven by the desire to apprehend Edwin's murderer. However, fate intervenes, and every step she takes seems to lead her to her father, Hubbard. Will she find it in her heart to forgive him for taking away her only source of happiness, or will she ensure that he pays the full price for his actions?

They called him bloodless They mocked him, beat him, finally betrayed him framing an innocent orphan and hurling him into the Ashen wastes to die a slow forgotten death. But the moment Elias Voss's blood touches a forbidden crimson altar, the empire's greatest nightmare awakens. Deep within his veins roars the primordial war God bloodline an extinct legacy of apocalyptic conquerors the gods themselves erased from history in terror. Crimson fury floods his body. Broken bones mend in seconds. A single punch shatters mana beasts that devour armies. Ancient battlefields flash before his eyes, whispering unstoppable tactics no mortals should know. Now the boy they discarded is coming back. With the sarcastic ghost general at his side, a sharp-togued swordswoman who swears she does not need him, and an unshakeable will forged in betrayal, Elias will climb from exile to overlord. Every arrogant noble who laughed at him will kneel. Every clan that turned away will regret. In floating war academies and blood-drenched arenas, a legend rises one swing, one conquest, one shattered enemy at a time. The War God is awake. And the empire will tremble.

"I want to see mom and dad's faces, I want to see the world, and I also want to see what humans are really like!" "Be patient Wui, mom will try so that you can see like a normal human," Wui Jin is a 20-year-old young man who has had an eye defect since birth. This defect makes it difficult for him to develop, his father and mother have tried their best to find a way for their son to see like a normal human being, but their efforts have never been successful. On one occasion, Lian Wei and Xiang Ling brought Yier Yan to the stopover of a great physician in the hope that their son could be cured by him. There was a reward behind this hope. Grandpa Wui Ling will give Wui Jin eyes but on the condition that his parents' lives must be in return for the treatment. Will Yier Yan's parents give up their lives? Then what about Yier Yan's fate?

Warren made to speak but just then the MC got the stage, officially welcoming everyone to the gala. Just then Lady Williams joins them. Surprised couldn't describe what she felt seeing Warren at the gala. “What's he doing here?” She asked. “We’re just as shocked as you are grandma,” Troy said. “Don't stand close to us. I don’t want anyone thinking we are actually associated with a commoner like you,” Laurel said. Soon they were interrupted by the loud voice from the speaker. “...Please welcome on stage, the host of tonight's gala and newly appointed CEO of Sterling Heights, Warren Easton.” Loud cheers and applauses erupted immediately. Warren made his way to the front and stood until the noise died down. His eyes squarely on the Williams family. He watched as their faces switched from the looks of confusion to realisation to that of surprise. He had them where he wanted them. Bingo.