When His Eyes Opened

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.

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?

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.

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.”

"Kill it! It's a defect! A stain like that has no right to exist in our city!" I looked at the small, pathetic puddle of black ink at my feet. The High Inquisitor’s laughter echoed through the hall, followed by the mocking sneers of the elite. My family’s last hope was crushed. My rank was zero. My future was a death sentence. But as the guard’s boot came down to crush my "beast," the world went cold. "Don't," I whispered. It was too late. The shadow didn't die. It opened its mouth. One gulp. That was all it took for a Rank-B knight to vanish into the darkness. In a world where Beast Tamers are kings and ranks are law, I was born a zero. They called my summon a "Formless Blob." They sentenced us to death before we could even breathe. Little did they know, my beast isn't from this world. It doesn't have a rank because the system can't measure the Abyss. It doesn't have a limit because it grows by eating everything they hold dear. Ranks? Social status? Respect? My shadow is hungry. And today, the elites are on the menu.

"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?

"DESTROY HIS DANTIAN!" Ma Durung shouted with a booming voice. Immediately, several disciples tightened their grip on Zhao Yun. The command from Ma Durung, the crown prince of the Ma Kingdom and a prodigious disciple of the Black Dragon Sect, was carried out without hesitation by his subordinates. Zhao Yun, forced to kneel with both his hands firmly restrained by two of Ma Durung's followers, was in a dire situation. His mouth was gagged with cloth, silencing any attempt to cry for help. Worse, his qi flow had been sealed by Ma Durung's personal guards, rendering him powerless to resist. With desperation in his eyes, Zhao Yun glanced toward his three closest friends. His gaze pleaded for their help, a silent cry for salvation. But to his dismay, his friends turned their faces away, avoiding his gaze entirely. Witnessing their betrayal, Zhao Yun could only grimace inwardly. Those he had considered friends, those he had always helped, had stabbed him in the back. A young, innocent man, left crippled with his dantian destroyed, the victim of envy from a royal prince and the betrayal of his three closest friends—this betrayal filled Zhao Yun with a profound sense of disbelief and an unquenchable thirst for vengeance. As he fought to survive the despair threatening to consume him, Zhao Yun was unexpectedly saved by a figure he deeply admired, someone he had always looked up to. Unbeknownst to him, this savior would present Zhao Yun with a choice that would shape his future. Will Zhao Yun redefine his purpose in life? What fate awaits him as he steps into an uncertain future?

Six months ago, Elias Vance woke up in a hospital with no memory, no name, and no past. The only thing he had was a ring on his finger, and a wife who looked at him like a stranger. To the Shaw family, he’s a burden. A penniless, amnesiac son-in-law forced into marriage to save their crumbling reputation. He runs errands, sleeps in the servant’s quarters, and endures their scorn with quiet obedience. But behind Elias’s confused eyes lies something dangerous. A man the world once feared. However, fate brings certain things to light and he realizes who he actually is. Now, the “useless son-in-law” is done pretending. The empire that betrayed him will tremble. The woman who pitied him will see the man he really is. And the world will remember the name Elias Vance.

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.

Bran Ferrow forges one forbidden blade — and wakes something that was never supposed to open its eyes again. He's seventeen. Orphaned. Bonded into a dead man's debt with nothing to his name but a hammer and a master who resents feeding him. He has no reason to think he's anything but ordinary — until the metal in his hands glows the color of a bruise, and something ancient answers. The blade he forges can wound the Wardens — beings that shouldn't be able to bleed at all. Within days, Bran becomes the most hunted person alive, and every faction wants control of what his hands can create. An order that's spent centuries burying a war. A faction that insists it never ended. Something older than both, watching from the dark. Worse than any of them: his own parents. His father hid the truth about that ore for nine years. His mother's name is buried in a sealed file beneath a word even the people who wrote it no longer understand. Ashkindred. Every blade Bran forges costs him something. A memory. A piece of himself. Gone the moment the metal takes what it needs. Everyone wants to own what he can make. But Bran has spent his entire life belonging to someone else. The only thing left to decide is what he'll let the iron take — and whether there'll be enough of him left to choose.