You're Still Mine

From Erwin Wickison I never asked to be here. One moment I was living my life, and the next I was dragged—along with millions of others—into a place ruled by a system that treats us like pieces on a board. Every Game is built to break something, whether it’s a body, a mind, or the small parts of myself I keep pretending are “good.” I’ve watched people die. I’ve watched people change. And I know I’m changing too. I just hope there’s something human left in me by the end… if there’s even an end. WARNING. This book contains smut, psychological decay, moral collapse, human intimacy twisted into survival, and a variety of horrors that do not wait for your permission before sinking into your mind. It will not hold your hand. It will not apologize. And it will not stop once you open it. If you continue, you’re choosing to step into a sequence of events designed to peel apart the comfortable assumptions you rely on to feel “safe.” Some of you will be fascinated. Some of you will be disturbed. Most of you will not remain the same. I’m not here to reassure you. I’m only here to tell you one thing: Whatever you think this is, whatever you think you know… you don’t. And once you begin, you can’t go back. — Welcome to the Games

Hello there, person behind the screen. I'm a self-proclaimed author and God of this novel world. Well, about this book's story, it's all about this little girl who wants to be a sage and acquires a tattered book from a stranger. So what are the three things you must and shouldn't expect from this kind of novel? First, I'll try my best to cover the entire world and put a little bit of sugar coating inside. Two, don't expect too much from this novel or the world itself. I'm not a good storyteller, and I won't please everyone. Lastly, if you're lucky and went inside this world... Then do your best to survive and have a fun life. I don't know you, and you don't know me; don't expect that I'll cover you or put your name here. And that's all! Enjoy reading! :')

"Are you Jason Paul Decker?" Jason stared at the men all dressed in black suits and dark shades, looking like casts from the movie MIB. "Who's asking?" "We're from your grandfather, sir James Decker. He wants to know when you intend on taking over your father's business." ~•~ Jason lived a rather simple life with his wife in New York. Broke and unable to get himself a job, he lived as the worthless son in law of the West family. One fateful morning, he ran into some men who told him a secret that would change his life forever.

Once, Fredricks Mayford was a boy who watched his family die. Now he’s a man the city whispers about in fear. After years in the shadows, he returns to Valemont City, no longer a victim, but a storm in human form. The men who destroyed his life have built empires on his family’s blood, and they still think he’s the same frightened child who vanished years ago. They’re wrong. Fredricks has learned the rules of power, and how to break them. Behind his calm eyes lies a mind sharper than any blade. As he infiltrates their world of wealth, crime, and corruption, he’ll pit his enemies against each other, turn allies into weapons, and bring the city to its knees. But vengeance has a price, and the ghosts of the past don’t stay silent forever.

The Last Dragon Knight has been born, and misfortune looms over the lands of Dorlan like a shadow foretelling a tragic end. His power can open a portal to the Abyss and unleash an apocalyptic war, leaving the world at the mercy of demons. This has reached the ears of the acolytes of the Brotherhood of the Black Flame, who wish to fulfill the prophecy and will seek to capture him now that he is just a child. The pieces of a macabre game have begun to move in the shadows, and war is imminent. Hope rests on the knight Kalen ‘Fal, who, accompanied by a surly warrior and an elven assassin, and guided through wild lands by an ex-mercenary of dubious reputation, must protect the newborn at all costs in a world full of betrayals, bloodshed, and ruthless cruelty, with civilization hanging by a thread… What to expect (and what not): 🛡️ No game mechanics, no stat screens — This isn't litRPG. It's a grounded, character-driven fantasy. ⚔️ Fallen heroes, not flawless ones — The protagonist is a paladin... but the light might not always follow him. 🐉 Prophecies, yes—but never what you'd expect — The "chosen one" might not even be human. Or a hero. 🔥 Dark cults, undead armies, and orcs with purpose. Even monsters have stories. 🧠 Politics, betrayal, and silent wars — Swords clash, but daggers in the dark cut deeper. 🐢 A slow burn with real consequences — This is a long game. Growth takes time. Pain leaves scars. Trust is earned. 💔 Emotional weight — There will be grief, love, guilt, and sacrifice. For new readers: If you're here for fast battles and instant power-ups, this may not be your story. But if you're willing to walk through ashes, you'll find fire.

"Here are the leftovers for you, hurry up and finish them!" Marcel glanced at the plates filled with scattered rice, chicken bones with a little meat still attached, and vegetable soup with only the soup left. "Eat on the floor, as usual." Marcel looked down and looked at his wife, Shirley. "You have the nerve to tell me to finish your brothers' leftovers?" asked Marcel in a protesting tone, as he frowned reluctantly at the plates. The oppression Marcel experienced made him want to end his life by downing his parents' formula. However, instead of dying, he was transformed into a powerful being! Will his wife's family apologize?

Logan Mercer signed the divorce papers without a fight. His wife Vivian Chase stood over him, her lip curled with disgust, her voice cutting through the penthouse like a blade. "You're nothing, Logan. You always were. A useless, pathetic leech who rode my coattails and called it a marriage. Enjoy whatever gutter you crawled out of." For twelve years, he had lived in her shadow. Ate her food. Attended her events. Endured every insult her family threw at him with quiet patience and a clenched jaw. Her mother called him a parasite. Her friends compared him to a cockroach. Her new boyfriend laughed in his face and called him a broke loser not worth the oxygen he breathed. "You're not even qualified to clean the toilets in a place like this." "A bloated, useless tick clinging to the belly of a dying dog." "Some people are born with connections and some people are born taking buses. That's just how the world works." Nobody knew the truth. Nobody knew that the faceless, reclusive chairman behind Imperial Group, the largest conglomerate in the city worth billions, was the same man they had been spitting on for years. The partnership Vivian celebrated? He approved it himself. The CEO who bowed to him in public? His subordinate. The underground kingpin who terrorized the city? The same man who once begged Logan for mercy on his knees. Now the divorce is signed. The mask is coming off. And every person who called him worthless is about to discover what it feels like to stand in the shadow of the man they threw away.

As they entered the grand foyer, Sonia felt overwhelmed by the opulence surrounding her. Crystal chandeliers hung from high ceilings, and priceless artwork adorned the walls. It was a far cry from the life she had known. Once they were alone in one of the spacious rooms, Tyler turned to Sonia. With gentle hands, he reached for her veil. "May I?" he asked softly. Sonia hesitated, her heart racing. After a moment, she nodded, closing her eyes as the veil fell away. "You're beautiful, Sonia," Tyler said, his voice filled with sincerity. Sonia's eyes flew open in surprise. "How can you say that? My face... it's..." "a part of who you are?," Tyler finished the sentence for her. "And you are beautiful." He paused, his expression growing serious. "Now, we need to take care of those injuries from earlier." "What do you mean?" Sonia asked....

Identity is all in a global city that never sleeps, never forgets. Your name is what makes the difference on who you can access or the value you have and what awaits you. However, there is a man who is not connected to the system. No records. No history. No name. He grew up in the shadows of an ultra-controllable metropolis, managing to survive on his instincts, intellect, and secrets he does not even comprehend completely. Once a perfect machine of the city starts to fail, due to his inexplicable presence, strong institutions begin to pursue him not to kill him but to define him. As he continues digging he finds out buried a fact that the system was not meant to safeguard people. It was designed to erase them. And he might be the only fault it is impotent to amend. Stuck between underworld connections, high-end enforcers, and an enigma that surrounds his creation, he has to choose whether to vanish forever... or to shred the illusion of the city. Since the system will never name you again, you are either nothing or you're dangerous.

He woke up in a younger body… in a different era… with a system screen only he could see. Markus, an Eternal Warrior who lost everything, gets a second chance in a world torn by wars and creatures. But this time, there is no room for weakness… As he took his first breath in this new reality, he smirked and muttered "Power is all that matters. Without it, you’re nothing but a mere insect..."