Your Talent Is Mine

Max stepped forward, his heart racing as he searched the man’s face, looking for some resemblance, some hint of familiarity. “Who… who are you?” he managed to ask, his voice barely above a whisper. The man studied him for a moment before responding, his voice thick with emotion. “I am Reginald Reid, your grandfather.” The words hit Max like a thunderbolt. “Grandfather?” he echoed, his mind racing. He had never imagined he had a family, much less one of such prominence. Reginald nodded, his gaze filled with a mixture of pride and regret. “Yes, Max. You are my grandson, and the last direct heir of the Reid family.” Max stepped forward, his heart racing as he searched the man’s face, looking for some resemblance, some hint of familiarity. “Who… who are you?” he managed to ask, his voice barely above a whisper. The man studied him for a moment before responding, his voice thick with emotion. “I am Reginald Reid, your grandfather.” The words hit Max like a thunderbolt. “Grandfather?” he echoed, his mind racing. He had never imagined he had a family, much less one of such prominence. Reginald nodded, his gaze filled with a mixture of pride and regret. “Yes, Max. You are my grandson, and the last direct heir of the Reid family.” Max’s mind swirled with confusion. “But… why didn’t I know? Why didn’t anyone tell me?” A flicker of pain crossed Reginald’s face. “There were… complicated reasons. When your parents passed away under tragic circumstances, it was decided that you should be raised away from the family, for your own safety. It was not an easy choice, but it was necessary.” Max’s heart twisted at the mention of his parents. He’d spent his end of the year

He was already the greatest. In his former world, Dorian Ash climbed a mountain at twelve, descended at eighteen, and spent a lifetime defeating every warrior who dared stand before him. No master. No equal. No ceiling left to break. Then fate moved him somewhere new. A world where power is everything. Where cultivation decides your worth, your status, your right to breathe. Where the strong grind the weak into the dirt without a second thought. He wakes up in the body of a failure. A laughingstock. A lovesick fool who wasted three years chasing a girl instead of chasing greatness — and died with nothing to show for it. But the soul now wearing that broken body? He has never lost. Not once. Not ever. Armed with the mysterious Void Absorption System and a martial technique so ancient the world itself tried to erase it, Dorian begins his climb. Not for revenge. Not for recognition. Not for anyone. Only for one reason. The pinnacle of this world exists somewhere above the clouds — and he intends to stand on it. Every academy. Every kingdom. Every realm. Every so-called immortal who believes their ceiling is the absolute limit of what a human being can become. He is coming for all of it. The void does not ask for permission. It simply absorbs everything in its path.

Aleric died once already. Pushed off a rooftop by the same people who made his life a living hell. He thought that was the end. But then he woke up in Jusavia. He was in a new world, in a new infant body and a fresh chance to start all over again. He made himself one promise: never again would he be hopeless and weak. Never at the mercy of people who saw him as nothing. At fifteen, everyone in Jusavia awakens their Class. It's everything. Your power, your future, your entire worth as a person. Fire mages who burn through armies. Healers who pull people back from death itself. Aleric's Awakening Ceremony was supposed to change his life. It did. Just not the way anyone expected. While everyone else got their shiny new Class, fire this, sword that, holy whatever, Aleric got a blank screen and a room full of whispers. Classless. His father looked at him like he'd just dragged garbage into the house. His fiancée laughed in his face and tore up their engagement contract in front of the whole academy. The nobles who used to bow to his family name? They walked past him like he didn't exist. The academy sent a letter the same day. "We regret to inform you that your enrollment has been revoked." And so, they exiled him and shipped him off to the Frontier Training Grounds, a glorified dumping ground for failures and corpses. Aleric figured he'd die in the first dungeon. Just like he died on that rooftop. But this time, he wasn't going down without a fight. Then he killed his first monster, and something changed. Absorption activated: Skill acquired. He had gotten a skill that was going to change his life in ways he couldn't dare to fathom.

"You think a loser like you could ever have me?" Selena sneered, flipping her hair as she clung to Derek’s arm. Jason's heart pounded in his chest. He had done everything for Selena—her homework, her errands, even covered for her when she skipped class. And now, she was throwing it all in his face, laughing at him in front of the entire campus. "You’re pathetic, Jason. You’ll never be good enough for someone like Selena," Derek added, smirking. That night, drowning in anger and humiliation, Jason scrolled through his phone, only to see a strange app appear on his screen. "The Game of Kings"—he hadn’t downloaded it, but it was there, glowing like a beacon. Curious, he tapped it. A message popped up: "Enter your name to begin. Rise or fall—it’s your choice." Jason hesitated, then typed his name. The screen flashed. "Level 1 complete. Claim your reward: $2,000,000 or continue playing?" His breath caught. Two million grand? Was this a dream? His bank app confirmed it—his balance had skyrocketed overnight. Now, with wealth and power at his fingertips, Jason isn’t just playing to win. He’s playing to change his fate. Will he use the game to take down Derek and make Selena regret ever betraying him? Or will he realize that the true game is much bigger than revenge?

“You don't deserve this throne. Your birth was nothing more than a mistake by my late husband, so don't think any more of yourself. But if you still want to be King, then go into the territories and kingdoms outside Griffindale and build your army of followers and allies from scratch. Whenever you feel like you have amassed a huge following enough to seize the throne away from me, then you can come back to fight for it. But from now on, you are on exile.” “The throne belongs to me, Stepmother. Nevertheless, I will do as you ask. But rest assured, for what you've done, I will return—not just for my throne, but also for your head.” “While the Queen fumed with rage in her private chamber, Cyrus emerged from her quarters wearing a satisfied grin, knowing his destiny was now set in stone. He would one day become king, no matter what.” -------- This is my first novel on the platform, so my pacing and world-building aren't the best, but it gets better with time. The story is set in a medieval world, somewhere in an alternate version of ancient Europe. At first the tone focuses more on war and basic politics, but as the story progresses, there will be more magic/fantasy elements added - like dragons, witches and fables. If you enjoy the work, please consider supporting it in any way you can. Any means of support goes a long way for me and is duly appreciated. Have Fun!!!

Ryker Hartley, a young man embroiled with a crime boss to claim a hidden treasure. Would fleeing be his only option in this uncertain journey? Or would he challenge his destiny against all odds? ********** A once easy-going boy turned the beastly version of himself, feared by all. With a past that has left a scar on his mind, the most cherished of all his memories has turned out to be an unfairly large grieving package for him. With an unchecked bitterness, and oblivious of an inescapable fate trapped in times, awaiting the moment to descend, he roamed, but with animosity and undue misanthropy. Ryker has closed himself off to the world, he's not one to forgive the most trivial atrocities against him, but when a frenemy manages to break through his defenses, Ryker's integrity is put to the test in ways he never thought possible. As secrets are exposed and alliances are formed, Ryker's life takes a dramatic turn as he becomes a celebrity. Will he rise to the challenge or crumble under the weight of his past? . . . . Find out in this action-packed and thrilling novel that takes a deep dive into the complexities of human nature. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- PS: The image is not mine, I got it from Pinterest and then, do the editing. Owner >> Cody Garrett Hatcher

Betrayed by the one person he loves the most and battered to the brink of death– he was left to gasp at the face of death, slowly counting his time till his consciousness faded. In that dreaded moment all that Aiden could think of was getting back at those who put him in this place. His desire for vengeance and power soared through every muscles of his– that desire awakened in him an answer. [Do you want to avenge yourself] [Do you seek to stand on top of the world with fame, riches and glory] [Do you want to make your enemies tremble at the sight of your might] [You have activated The Vengeance System] [Host is 99.99% compatible with 'The Vengeance Systsm'] With a new variable, follow Aiden on his path from rags to riches and his bloody revenge against his foes...

"Say olive, I need your brain for a sec" Olive frowned not expected such words. "Its rare for you to ask for advice, so what happened Marcus?" Olivia rested her chin on one hand looking intrigued. "Its just.." Marcus hesitated,his expression though made Olivia more intrigued. "You see...I think my sister wanted to sleep with me" Hearing such sinful confession left olivia's mouth hanging. "...what?..." She could only reply. "It started a month ago, remember our plan?" Olivia nodded. "Yeah I accidentantly told them I wanted to leave the house, then Cassie that woman actually followed me and saw me with Natalie" "Did the plan failed?" Marcus shook his head, "No, but its not the part you need to be concern of" "Okay okay sorry continue" A sigh escaped from Marcus,"Then when I came home they suddenly became touchy, I mean real touchy, one time they would deliberately show too much skin" "Are you sure you are not over thinking?" "Olive you know me, do you think I am the type to overthink?" "That's fair, but do you have any solid proof?" "There is actully..." He couldnt help but look down and whispered, "I got home drunk one night and...." "And?" "Dont tell me...you.." "No.." he denied instantly. "They just touch me" "Marcus, to be honest isnt it your fault?" The young man flinched his face from worry to devoid of any emotion. A calm stillnes came to him, he reach for his cup, drank and then said, "I did that for my own sake, I never knew they would react that way' Olivia nodded, "True but to think your manipulation will end up turning your adoptive sisters into seductive succubus. "Actully..." "Its not just them" "I think my adoptive mother is also in it"

The system gave you ten thousand points to define your worth. Davan Creel has zero. In a world where an invisible soul-tattoo dictates your legal rights and evolutionary power, Davan is branded a subhuman anomaly and sold into the brutal slave mines. But zero doesn't mean empty—it means unranked. When Davan strikes back against an abusive overseer, he triggers a terrifying glitch in the divine code. He can't level up, but any ranked fighter he touches has their power permanently subtracted from their soul, leaving them as shivering, powerless mortals. Masked behind an iron brawling sleeve in the illegal fighting rings, Davan begins an explosive climb by dragging the arrogant elite down to his level. The global leaderboard is updating with a dangerous negative variable, and the ruling Iron Court is hunting him down—unaware that Davan is a living kill-switch about to uninstall the throne.

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!]