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Call him trash. Threaten his sworn brother. Demand his expulsion. Then watch him snap a tree branch and shatter your clan’s prized sword art in a single exchange. Lu Chen doesn’t bother with normal cultivation. Inside his soul, the Wordless Heavenly Scripture breaks down every punch, blade arc, and killing formation he sees, upgrading them to absolute perfection on the fly. Fire, frost, gravity, or spatial blades—he masters them all in seconds, turning enemies’ life work against them. No sects. No dogmas. Just broken weapons, humbled geniuses, and an unstoppable duo tearing through the realms.

He did not care if the prayer stole precious seconds from the timer. Between speaking to God and the damnation the system promised at zero, there was no question which came first. “Dear Lord,” he murmured, “Ye who see all hearts and weigh all sins… hear me now as I stand at the threshold of damnation. What I am about to do is cruel and unforgiving. A stain no river may wash from my hands. Yet, if this evil must be borne so that greater horrors may perish, let that burden fall upon me. “I know the gates of Hell stand open before my feet, and should this act be the step that leads me through them… so be it. Let history curse my name—if by my damnation, others are spared. “But Lord…” he continued quietly, “when the trumpets sound in the final days, when the dead rise and judgment cometh upon all souls, I ask only this of You: do not forget that I once wept for what I became. Do not forget that I hated the necessity of my hands. Don't forget that though I walked willingly into darkness, I did so that others may remain in the light. And if mercy exists even for the damned… then let me be counted among those shown pity. “For the sins I commit in Your name, for the evil I embrace in pursuit of a righteous end, and for the soul I surrender this night… I beg Your forgiveness.” He lifted his gaze and fixed Vir Ossium a death stare. “... Amen.” —————————————— Kael was just an ordinary guy—until the night he died. But instead of staying dead, he is thrown into a brutal death game. The rule is simple: Be the last Kamen Rider standing... by any means necessary.

"Sign it, Leon. A trash like you doesn't deserve to breathe the same air as the Miller family anymore." Leon Ardent looked at the divorce papers on the cold marble table. For three years, he had been the perfect house-husband. He cooked, he cleaned, and he endured the constant mockery of his wife’s wealthy relatives. He was the "Garbage Son-in-Law" of Northwood City. He did it all to fulfill a secret vow of humility. But today, the vow was over. "Is this what you truly want, Sarah?" Leon asked quietly. Sarah Miller didn't even look at him. She was busy leaning into the arms of Julian Vance, the billionaire heir who had promised her a throne. "I want a king, Leon. Not a servant. Take your cheap clothes and get out of my villa before the security throws you into the rain." Leon picked up the pen. With one swift stroke, he ended their marriage. As the clock struck midnight, the silent city of Northwood began to tremble. A fleet of black private jets darkened the sky, and hundreds of armored vehicles surrounded the Miller estate. The most powerful men in the world, people Sarah could only dream of meeting, knelt in the mud before the man she had just discarded. "Young Master! The three-year trial is complete! The Ardent Global Syndicate awaits your command!" Leon stepped over the divorce papers. The humble husband was dead. The Sovereign had returned. "Sarah," Leon whispered as he walked past his trembling ex-wife. "You wanted a king? Too bad. You just threw away the Emperor." Now, Sarah wants him back. Julian wants mercy. And the Miller family is begging for a crust of bread. But Leon Ardent is no longer the man who cleans floors.

She would have given everything she had to him if only he had asked, if only his arrogance did not lead him to kill her. But now, her ghost has no love, her ghost is all about revenge. Funny thing is, he buried her in the same house that she built with her own money, brick by brick. Is it possible to get a good night sleep after burying your own wife in the same house you're sleeping in? What if you can't sleep, can't move out of the house and the ghost won't let you sell it either?

‘Wake up, child. It's time to claim what's rightfully yours. Your time of being seen as a street dog has passed. Now is the moment to shine and exact vengeance upon all those that wronged us,’ the injured woman from earlier whispers to Phil while he's unconscious. •• He died and lost his identity, and died again to regain it. Now, the bullied, murdered, no-good garbage picker son-in-law, is Alexander Lord, the trillionaire heir of Labyrinth City, who has returned from the dead to exact vengeance on all those who wronged him—no one will be spared from his wrath.

.... "Master?".... “Of course. It's because you haven't activated your powers yet. I've been waiting for you! You are the reason I am in jail and now, it's fulfilled” He almost screamed in excitement and brought out a dragon-like ring which almost frightened the fragile Reed because it seemed rusty, dirty and old. “It's all yours. Master of the 365th province of the imperial world!” ***** In a world where the rich oppressed the poor, he was tormented! Humiliated! Confined! Now, he is set free! He is back! Those who opposed and oppressed him would be repaid one million times worse! It starts from now!

"I'll rise above this, and you'll face the consequences of your actions," he declared, a silent promise to himself amidst the noisy laughter. “Now, you see that she was only using you all these time,” Jack said, and Sydney smiled slyly. Sydney's cold words cut through the air, echoing her heartless confession. "That's so true, I only used you to solve my Math problems. I would never want to kiss a guy drowning in unending poverty. This is not a fairy tale, where a princess gets to kiss a frog," Sydney declared, glancing down at the hole on the top of Micheal's shoe.

Hudson Stewart was just an ordinary delivery guy who was bullied, despised and made fun of by his college Mate's. When the college bully used the identity of the woman Hudson loved so much to set him up, Hudson Stewart could swear he almost committed suicide that night but someone had stopped him with a single statement that changed everything. "Young Master, Your Father wants You Back Home -- You are his right Heir." Now, It was Hudson's time to rewrite his story because soon , he became "The Undisputed Hudson Stewart" and everyone that made fun of him shall bow to his feet.

Unknown to me, I wasn’t the worthless piece of shit my in laws view me to be. I was the strongest member of a secret clan who lost his memory while on a mission. Years gone had given my enemy the perfect time to destroy all I left behind. But now I’m back, and every single of those who crossed me would feel the wrath me; The Almighty Mael Ze’Ev had in store for them all. …………… “Pick your poison Joe, you can either step down and remain honored, or be stubborn and watch me wipe the floor with you.”

What if you discovered that everything you ever wanted lies in your past? Living a happy but riddled life with his wife, Aidan's life took a drastic turn when he lost his sight and his wife whom he thought loved him tells him the real intentions behind their marriage. Being blind means been expired and his wife's tycoon family has no use for such, he was considered a liability. Just when he thought the worst had happened, an accident creates a turn around and his past offers him an empire and a revelation that makes him thirsty for vengeance!