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I want to create a kingdom where life is as convenient as I wish it to be. A comfortable world where everyone can laugh and enjoy their lives as much as possible. That's what I truly and honestly want. Ideals without strength are nonsense, and strength without ideals is empty, right? I'm a greedy guy, but I don't have an interest in seeking strength just for the sake of power, without the ambition to do something with it. But... "What are you saying? I'm the mastermind of the war between Dragons and Humans?" "Yes, Your Majesty. At that time..." "What are you saying? I am the mastermind of the Demon Race invading the central continent?" "Yes, Your Majesty. At that time..."

Kael Draven got played. Poisoned and kicked to the curb by his own blood, he was left to rot in a pitch-black mine while the Eternal Night gnawed at his bones. It was supposed to be a straight-up death sentence. But when his blood awakens his mother’s forbidden ring, he scores a God-Tier Forge System that turns cursed scrap into weapons of mass destruction. In a world where the dark eats everything, Kael is about to show his family that being an exile is just another word for being the most dangerous man alive. "You thought the dark was my prison?" Kael snarls, hammer in hand. "Nah, man. It's my workshop, and y'all are just extra material for the forge." With a system that appraises hidden stats and fuses forbidden horrors into god-tier gear, he’s climbing out of the pit to take back his birthright. His enemies think they’re safe behind their fancy magic flames, but the Smith is back, and he’s bringing the real heat. #Action, #Adventurous, #Fast-Paced Plot, #Tragedy, #Heir/Heirness, #Hidden Identity, #Intelligent, #Ruthless, #Decisive, #Brave, #Betrayal, #Face-Slapping, #Level up, #Revenge, #Weak to Strong

" Cole don't destroy the world again " A voice begged once my eyes turned blood red After Saving the world ten thousand am reincarnated but things aren't who they way, The world is ruled by the demon bloodline and others are treated as slaves, everyone who is seen as a threat is killed at birth but after Cole escaping death he makes a promise to kill everyone who was involved in his attempted murder but things slipped out of hand once he puts the lives of people he loves on the line once again " Cole, calm down please " A girl begged her purple eyes holding a lot of tears back " Cole I love " A black haired girl begged but Cole was instantly stopped by a kiss from another girl " Hey Vanessa that's not fair, " " You two let him go, his mine !" " GIRLS STOP IT I CAN'T BREATHE " Cole cried from under the three girls A couple cried with big smiles on there faces " , that's definitely our son, Wife three, now here come grandchildren" " Grandchildren !!!" All three girls repeated in unison

Book 2 of the Dragon Lord Series. (Can be read as standalones, but better yet read the first book so you can have a better understanding of the book’s storyline) Everything was taken away from me, my wife, my son, the few people I care about were all stripped away from my grip. I lost them all. I lost everything, my world was turned upside down. Yet my enemies lived, they doubled and craved nothing more than my downfall, my permanent demise. However, I promise to rise once again and regain my strength, assert my dominion and make them all pay. I will take and have back everything that I have lost. My name is Avon Barksdale. They’re going to come back for me, to usurp my dominance, and to cease the existence of my loved ones. I don’t plan on just giving them a hard time, I intend to give them their hardest time. Because, I’m going to protect what is mine, and mop the ground with those that seek to harm them.

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?

In the divided land of Elyndor, power is everything. Whether born a mage, a monster-slayer, or a martial savant, your destiny is carved by the strength of your Core. Rashford Oakwood has none. Mocked and discarded, he faces a gruesome death at the hands of raiders only to awaken in the ruins of his village with an unnatural force coursing through his veins. His soul has been reforged. His enemies do not yet realize they’ve made a monster. But Rashford does not seek revenge alone. He seeks answers: to the secrets his father died for, the powers that fear his awakening, and the war tearing Elyndor apart. Each chapter draws blood. Each battle writes history, And Rashford’s story is only just beginning.

“This isn’t a union Ken, it has never been one! Rather, it is charity.” Ashley interjected rudely forsaking the weight of her words. ******** Ken Gregory battled stigmatization and humiliation all his life due to his poor financial status. But eventually lost faith in humanity the day his wife celebrated her engagement with another man on their anniversary. During the climax of his turmoil, the table suddenly turned in his favour and he quickly transitioned from being stigmatized to inflicting stigma on his oppressors, when he found out he was the lost heir of the Grand Emperor Gregory of CidaVille. “I will make y’all eat your flesh and drink your blood for making my life miserable!” He lit his cigar and puffed it into thin air.

Everyone knows Valmor as a fugitive soldier—hunted, broken, barely surviving on the borders of war. No one knows the truth. No one knows he is the King of War, a name that alone makes enemies tremble and retreat. And yet, in a single cruel twist of fate, he discovers his entire family has been slaughtered—and the hand behind it belongs to his own ungrateful, treacherous fiancée…and them. Valhalla Calling: “Your fate was sealed the moment you chose me as your enemy. Even hell will spit you out when it learns you crossed me.” Death Calling: “Valmor has broken the law, and we have no choice call the Ruler of that Terrifying Place, The Drakmor and The Blackvale, they will deal with Him, and you know what’s going to happen if they come?”

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.