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Nathan Beck was never meant to be a hero. Life chewed him up, spat him out, and left him hollow. A ghost in his own skin, haunted by grief and disillusionment. But death offered him something else: A new viewpoint. And a question no one else was asking. Now reborn as Hidesuke Shinohara, a forgotten, F-tier “hero” in the brutal world of Arc Zenith, he's granted an ominous, forbidden power: The Final Verdict System. It doesn’t hand out points. It doesn’t reward popularity. It exists for one reason alone: To pass judgment on the heroes who think they’re untouchable. In a world where saviors wear pretentious masks and villains are manufactured scapegoats, Hidesuke becomes the razor’s edge between false light and true shadow. As he climbs the twisted hierarchy of power, surveillance, and illusion, his blade becomes justice. As he hunts them one by one, his judgement zones carve truth into lies. Every sentence burns a legacy. Every sin carries a weight. And real justice finally gets a voice. - - - - - - - The alley was soaked, wall to wall with blood and rain. C-tier Hero "Rot" slammed Hidesuke through a rusted vent, sending shards of metal skittering across the floor. “You don’t get to judge me, you fucker!” he roared, face littered with ugly wounds and eyes wide with fury. Hidesuke coughed, blood in his teeth, and pushed himself up. “Thirty-five victims,” he rasped. “How many more must go down in silence before you feel any remorse?” Rot surged forward again, his palm bursting with hydroforce. Hidesuke didn't dodge. All conditions were met. It was time to end this. > “I bear witness.” Then the world around them split in half. Light scorched the pavement as the Judgment Zone warped reality, replacing every structure within the radius. The rain stopped midair. Sound bent in place. Everything froze except Hidesuke—and Rot, now locked inside with him. > “Violation of Article Nine.” > “You turned their lungs into breeding sites for your filthy worms.” Rot screamed, lunging again. But the chains found him first, wrapping around his legs, arms, throat. They hissed against his skin, burning through his armor and piercing his flesh. > “Sin Weight: 46.” > “Victim Count: 35.” > “Verdict confirmed.” Hidesuke walked toward him, limping slightly, voice steady. > “They desperately begged you for air. Yet you used them like lifeless objects.” > “Let this be your last breath.” His hand closed around the final seal. The glyphs flared red—then white. Veil didn’t get a last word. - - - - - - - [ ! ] If you've been looking for a story with a unique plot and background, congrats you've found the one. Don't waste any more time. Dive right in... p.s. try not to drown. [ ! ] Discord server dropping soon.

ASSEMBLE, DRAGONS! When Daniel, an unlucky yet sharp-witted young man from Earth, meets an untimely end, he awakens not in paradise—but before the fearsome, long-forgotten Devouring Dragon God. In a crumbling divine realm on the brink of extinction, the ancient god offers Daniel a choice: be reborn in a world of magic, dragons, phoenixes, and cultivation—or vanish into eternal nothingness. But there’s a price: he must take up the mantle of vengeance and resurrect the glory of the annihilated Dragon Clan. Their enemy? Not demons. Not mortals. Gods. At first, Daniel scoffs. Revenge against divine beings? Madness. But with the threat of oblivion looming, he accepts the pact—and in return, he’s granted three wishes that will shape his destiny. Reborn as the final Devouring Dragon, Daniel believes his journey will be a breeze. He’s wrong. This world doesn’t bend to will or fantasy tropes—it crushes the unprepared. Forged in the flames of hardship and absurdity alike, Daniel rises—not as a mere man, but as the harbinger of an ancient bloodline. Watch the birth of a legend. The Dragon who makes even Gods tremble. The last of his kind. The first of a new era. The one who will unite the forgotten dragons—Fire, Wind, Thunder, Dark—and mutate even mightier beasts like the Sword Dragon and beyond. He is the storm that cracks the heavens. He is the fire that scorches fate itself. He is the roar that silences worlds. He is the fangs that tear through destiny. He is the wings that shadow the sun. He is the wrath that devours time and gods alike. He is the beginning of dread… and the end of divinity. He is the Devouring Dragon. [WSA 2025 Entry] A/N: Shameless MC? Absolutely. No harem? You bet. Returning readers from “I Lost My Copy System and Awakened a Plundering System” will recognize the Originat energy. Expect dragons, madness, mayhem—and an MC who doesn’t know when to shut up (this happens in the later chapters) Support means everything! +1 Bonus Chapter for every 200 Power Stones +1 Bonus Chapter for every 100 Golden Tickets

Having read countless novels, he expected his cheat to finally activate, but he was disappointed when no such thing happened. In a world teeming with magical beasts and god-like Hunters, he toiled for years as a mere porter, his dreams of power fading. Just as he clawed his way to a chance at a skill, a dungeon devoured him whole. He fought for his life, escaping death by a whisper But then, the Supreme Dragon System activates, revealing a horrifying truth: The heavens themselves had schemed against him! His years of suffering, his endless struggle it was all just a game for them. Now, with a roar that echoes across the realms, Klaus declares: "The heavens schemed against me, I will shatter the heavens!!" Get ready for Klaus's epic tale of betrayal, power, and a quest for divine retribution! ----------------- op MC - check Ruthless Mc - check system - check dragons - check Gods - check Face slapping - check ----------------------- NO HAREM, NO RAPE, NO NTR, NO YURI, NO WILD FETISHES --------------------------- 1500 -2000 words per chapter ------------------------------------------ premium after 50,000 words My Instagram - hidden_slayer

[You have acquired your first dragon: SSS-Rank Fire Dragon.] Drahon, born with dragon-like horns, was abandoned as a baby and dumped in an orphanage by his parents. Mocked, bullied, and treated like a freak, he never knew where he truly belonged. One day while serving punishment, he found a mysterious egg… A dragon egg that opened a portal into The Dragon Game. Inside the game, Drahon unlocks legendary dragons, all ranked SSS—and becomes a Draconic Swordsman, mastering combat, riding dragons, and battling nightmarish monsters. At the top of the game lies one title: [Dragon Lord] And the one who claims it… wins the ultimate prize. But he’s not the only one climbing for it. A monstrous player once human now rules from deep within the game, The Death Dragon, a corrupted legend who evolved too far, became a dragon himself, and commands a legion of death-born beasts. His eyes are set on the same crown. [You have summoned an SSS-Rank Demon Dragon.] [You have evolved your SSS-Rank Primordial Frost Dragon into a Multi Fire-Frost Dragon.] [Upgrading Fire-Frost Dragon Roar ×10...] For Drahon, this isn’t just a game. It’s revenge. Redemption. And the chance to become something more than a freak with horns — A Dragon Lord.

Rumor has it that Big Boss Quan, a man of overwhelming power, was forced into a shotgun wedding overnight because of a baby. Rumor has it that his wife is the lucky cinderella in a rags-to-riches story. Hidden beneath the rumors, he is the "I want to turn over and be the boss!" "In your dreams!" On their wedding night, she drunkenly declared her sovereignty, only to be met with a starving tiger pouncing on its prey. "Sign it! We're getting a divorce!" Looking at the divorce agreement, he sneered, Raised his hand, tore it to shreds, and cornered her against the wall, "Liuying, what right do you have to ask for a divorce?" "She's back!" "What? You think you can push me away with a piece of paper? Dream on!" One day, the woman sighed with a troubled expression, "Ah, husband, people are saying you're the stepdad!" Big Boss Quan roared furiously, "I'm the damn biological father! If anyone dares to spread rumors again, I'll chop him! "

A person carving out a path through life in a chaotic world. Zombies: Roar. Lin Fan: "We're all neighbors, why be so irritable?" Lin Fan: "I still need to go grocery shopping." Lin Fan, looking at the zombified Xiao Qing: "Xiao Qing, I bought a few bottles of water, and I've already scanned the QR code." Lin Fan: "Boss, I'd like to settle my wages." Sunshine District, the community where Lin Fan lived, swarmed with countless refugees seeking shelter. We should learn from Lin Fan, adhere to the law, work for money, and strive to buy houses and cars, becoming outstanding citizens in a city overrun with zombies.

In 1919, Donnie's soul traversed into the United States. To start off, Donnie, just a soldier who had recently stepped down from the battlefields of World War I, was framed by his superior. Before the Prohibition era began, he took over a bar in Atlantic City. With the perspective of a transmigrator and ruthless tactics, he gradually became the largest bootlegger in America. In the roaring twenties, Donnie delved into bootlegging, ran beauty pageants, built his career, and stormed Wall Street. Decades later, when people studied modern American history, they found that the name 'Donnie Block' was one they simply could not ignore!!!

Seven unparalleled divine blades. The Ice-Snow Goddess's sigh - Morning Dew Knife. The Roar of the Fire God - Righteous Sun Knife. The Song of the Freedom Wind - Ao Tian's Knife. The melody of Earth's awakening - Longevity Knife. The Hexagonal of God's Hundred Changes - Xuánjī Knife. Dawn penetrating Heaven and Earth - Holy Radiance Knife. The Curse of Eternal Hell - Devouring Demon Knife. These are the seven divine swords, and also seven magic wands imbued with ice, fire, wind, earth, space, light, and darkness. Most importantly, they are also the main character's—kitchen knives.

When the night came, there was a twittering sound in his ears, and the monster in the shadow began to move restlessly. Jason’s hungry stomach began to roar, and he couldn’t help swallowing saliva. Hunger is the best spur.

Xu Zimei found himself reborn, carrying with him all the heaven-shaking cultivation and memories from his previous life. But something was off about the script. Isn’t reincarnation always the protagonist’s theme? However, I was cast as the villain! This is the story of a villain's step-by-step journey to becoming the Demon King. —————————— In an era of great strife, where mystical arts resonated! An elder of the True Martial Holy Sect sat at the Willow Bank River Fishing Platform when suddenly he heard the dragon’s roar. Three thousand carps knocked at the gate of life, transforming into the Measureless Golden Dragon, soaring through the firmament, graceful as a startling swan! There were strongmen who measured the heavens and earth with their strides, monks who sat in meditation in temples for three thousand years, achieving sudden enlightenment—auspicious clouds descended, and all laws of magic cheered in chorus. Blood moons darkened the night, rainbows cut through the daylight. There was a swordsman with a wooden sword on his back who, with a turn and a raise of his hand, shattered thousands of miles of rivers and mountains. In the south of the city, a ragged beggar with a broken willow twig dared to assault the Holy Court of a sect that boasted three emperors.

He ruled the night-cold, immortal, untouchable. She was the only light he ever loved. And the one he destroyed. Centuries ago, Lucien Moretti, vampire mafia king and heir to the Blood Court, chose power over love. He sacrificed her in a dark ritual meant to break an ancient curse-But instead, it bound their souls for eternity. Now, she walks the world again. Mortal. Reincarnated. Unaware. Living a quiet life behind sketchbooks and solitude-until one storm slick night outside a jazz bar, a stranger speaks her name before she ever gives it. Lucien is a man carved from shadows. Dark. Mysterious. Dangerous. And he looks at her like she's the last thing keeping him alive. She doesn't remember him. But he remembers everything. Until a single touch from a stranger awakens visions she can't explain. The past roars back: A crown set in flames. A wedding soaked in blood. A love that ended in betrayal... and fire. Every touch brings back fragments of a life she never lived. Every kiss resurrects a love that once killed them both. He's vowed to protect her this time, even if it means betraying his bloodline She's vowed to destroy him-without knowing why. But fate never forgets. And neither does vengeance. Because she wasn't just anyone. She was a queen once. And someone is determined to bury her again.

ln the Higher Realm. {Ehhh! It’s started?} an entity exclaimed. {Yeah, but like, what the hell—she gave the golden finger to him? Of all people, someone useless and a scheming bastard?} another shot back, clearly not having it. {Someone Immediately Stop him he's corrupting the system!} An entity roared before they could even get ready for see how had had been chosen! ___On Earth. [System Integration... 1% A wicked grin spread across his face. This was his chance—a chance to do something no one in those web novels and mangas and animes had ever done. To corrupt the system! minute later.... [System integration... 85%...] [System integration... 99%...] [Integration complete!] It ran one last time... "Did I succeed?" And so the journey started. ____ https://discord.gg/yw9fR6a6

A forced union. A cursed bloodline. A love that could burn kingdoms to ash. Alpha Kiera Velasquez was never meant to bow—not to fate, not to the Council, and definitely not to a man. As the feared ruler of the 7th District, she carved her empire with bloodshed and spine. But when the Elders demand she marry the elusive Alpha of the 13th District to stop a brewing war, she knows better than to believe in peace. It’s a power play. A cage made of vows. Then she meets him. Asher Navarro. Cold. Calculated. Dangerous. He doesn't roar—he whispers, and the world obeys. But behind his silver eyes lies a darker truth: he’s not just wolf—He bleeds shadows. Bound by a prophecy older than the moon, their union doesn’t end war—it ignites something far worse. A curse. A prophecy soaked in ruin. One destined to die. One destined to destroy. As forbidden magic resurfaces, assassins close in, and the cursed Black Court rises once more, Kiera must choose: Will she kill the man she’s fated to love… or unleash him and watch the world burn? Because in a world where fate is cruel, loyalty is fragile, and love is the deadliest weapon of all—Only one will survive the eclipse.

[Warning: Mature Content, R18+] Georgia Lewis had a carefully planned future. Marrying her longtime billionaire boyfriend, inheriting stability after the tragic death of her brother, and raising her orphaned niece in peace. Her brother’s death at sea, bruised and thrown to the waves, was declared a drunken accident pinned on a disgraced ship captain. The case was closed, but the wounds never healed. Georgia is left to pick up the pieces: taking over their bankrupt business, dodging loan sharks, and the angry people whom her father and brother owe… in fear. When her wealthy fiancé proposes marriage, promising protection and financial freedom, she accepts, not only for love, but for survival. But everything was shattered in an instant. Georgia was pushed overboard into the midnight sea. Thought dead by everyone on the ship, she survives... barely... only to be rescued by the last man she ever wanted to see again— Captain Nicholas Knight, the man once accused of her brother’s murder. Stranded on his cargo ship, Georgia is forced to trust Nick as she recovers. He’s intense, stoic, and shockingly kind—nothing like the killer she imagined. As the days pass, she learns more about who Nicholas really was, but Georgia remains haunted by betrayal and secrets. Nick risks his life for her. With survival as their only priority, passion burns hotter than the sun. But despite his hunger for her, he refuses to take advantage. Instead, he vowed to protect her, not use her. He teaches her how to fight, how to survive—and how to trust again. Determined to protect Georgia, Nick finally steps into his destiny. But enemies are everywhere. As passion and danger collide, Georgia and Nick must fight for their future, outsmart powerful enemies, and uncover a murderous conspiracy hiding in plain sight. But revenge comes at a price, and so does love. Yet the more she resists him, the more addicted she becomes. And when the world wants to silence her… He’s the only one who’ll burn it down to save her. Excerpt: “Goddammit, wake up! Don’t you dare die on me! I swear, if you make me regret jumping from that fucking moving ship—!” Her lashes fluttered, blurred by seawater and tears. “Are you awake?” the voice came again. He was closer now, his breath warm against her cheek. “Can you hear me?!” “I’m begging you… Someone tried to kill me… Don’t tell anyone you found me…” His brows furrowed. “What…? Were you pushed overboard?” Georgia barely managed to nod. But her body had had enough. Her eyes rolled back, her fingers slipped from his shirt, and her head fell against his shoulder just as she whispered, “Yes…” Then the memories crashed back. Salt water, freezing winds, her body going numb in the ocean… “Oh good, you’re awake,” Nick said and strode toward the bed. “Don’t come any closer!” she hissed. "I swear to God, I’ll scream the ship down if you come one step closer, you pervert!” “I know you...” Nick stiffened. “What now?” “You murdering son of a bitch!” she roared. Georgia grabbed the nearest pillow and hurled it at him. “What the hell? Are you insane?!” he barked, dodging the pillow. “You’re Nicholas Knight! You killed my brother!” Seeing her trembling, he lifted her effortlessly. “Let go of me!” she shrieked, squirming violently. “Stop—shit!” Nick lost his balance. “Maniac!” she declared. That’s when he felt it. Something soft. Plush. His head dropped like a guillotine blade, fast and sharp. His eyes locked on his right hand, which was currently cupping her like he was holding a fragile fruit from the gods. His soul left his body. But his body betrayed him. He was as hard as rock in an instant… Eyes bulging, jaw dropping, Nick choked on a curse. “Fuck.” Too bad he whispered it directly into Georgia’s face. Georgia's knee rocketed upward like a heat-seeking missile. “How dare you touch me, you Captain Pervert! Murderer!” she hissed. Nick wheezed in pain, clutching his groin. “I saved your life…”

"They said sticks and stones may break bones... but no one warned the heavens about roasts." Yulong is just your average university student—quiet, sarcastic, friendless, and deeply loyal to only one thing: rice. His social circle? Non-existent. His only companion? ChatGPT, the AI that gets his humor, roasts like a demon, and somehow knows more about cultivation novels than actual cultivators. But one chaotic event later—a blackout, a laptop glitch, a glowing loading screen—and boom. Yulong wakes up in a world where swords fly, beasts roar, and your worth is measured in spirit stones and how flashy your technique looks when killing someone. Only now… ChatGPT isn’t just a chat assistant. It’s a fully awakened immortal-grade System, capable of crafting divine weapons, generating roast-based power boosts, and being the most dangerously sarcastic narrator of Yulong’s life. With no clan, no cheats (other than ChatGPT), and no plot armor, Yulong must carve a path to the top using the sharpest tool in his arsenal: his tongue. Cultivation? Check. Enemies? Plenty. Waifus? Eventually. A system that can literally make him OP if he keeps roasting people? You bet.

-"I will reach it — the Divine-Tier Ascension, the realm of heavens — to reunite with those who truly matter." . . . . . . . . . Kyouno once lived quietly atop a snow-covered mountain with her mother and sister. Until that peace was shattered. Until death took everything. And just when she thought her story would end in despair— One day, she awoke in a world completely unknown. A strange place, Where monsters made of metal roared along roads on things called "wheels". Where people wore bizarre clothing And held strange, nameless objects in their hands. And in the midst of that unfamiliar world— There was another girl, whose eyes carried the same shadow of unbearable pain. It was that very girl who showed Kyouno the way: A path out of suffering. A chance to defy fate. [The journey… to reach the heavenly realm.] Where will Kyouno’s journey take her? Who truly is that mysterious girl? Amid trials, battles, and rising secrets— Can Kyouno ever find peace within herself? All will be revealed in the turbulent, solitary tale—Reincarnation: New Ages. A new world. A new beginning. And a truth waiting in the light beyond the dream. ...................... [REVERSE ISEKAI-ISEKAI] [MAGICAL WORLD] [ADVENTURE] [EMOTIONAL] [PLOT TWISTS] [MATURE JOURNEY]

In a war-torn empire where power corrupts absolutely, seven broken warlords branded as monsters must defy their past to forge a future worth redeeming. Once feared as "The Ghost Tigers"—Zhang Wei’s brutal enforcers—Kalima Chileshe (Hellfire Incarnate), John Mwanabeti (The Golden Fist), and their brothers-in-arms unleashed devastation across the Jade Expanse. Kalima’s flames razed villages. Chisangalalo Zulu’s breath poisoned rivers. Vincent Kabonde twisted flesh into abominations. But when the warlord they served turns their affinities against their own families, they shatter their chains, becoming hunted outcasts with blood on their hands and empires on their trail. Haunted by the ashes of Frost Moon Province—a genocide Kalima can never undo—the Ghost Tigers are consumed by a desperate chase: to escape their sins, control their cursed gifts, and find a peace that feels forever out of reach. Their only anchors are the love of spouses they were forced to abandon: - Kalima’s healer wife, Mei Lin, whose faith in his humanity is fading. - John’s fierce swordsmith wife, **Hana, imprisoned for defying Zhang Wei. - Zulu’s herbalist wife, **Lihua**, dying from the toxins he once weaponized. Their quest leads them to the **"Breath of Heaven"**—an ancient philosophy teaching control over their destructive affinities. With this fragile hope, they unite with rebels and clans to build **"The Sanctuary"** in the poisoned Mourning Moss Swamp, transforming their powers into tools of healing: - Kalima’s fire now warms forges. - Zulu’s breath purifies blighted land. - Vincent’s bone-warping mends wounds. But Zhang Wei’s vengeance is relentless. He creates monstrous Serpent’s Teeth" soldiers and poisons the empire’s wells, blaming the Ghost Tigers. Facing annihilation, they make a final stand—not with fire and fury, but with irrefutable truth. Risking everything, they expose Zhang Wei’s atrocities to the Imperial Court, culminating in a celestial aurora over the capital—a beacon of their restraint and redemption. In the aftermath, the Ghost Tigers achieve the impossible: Reunite with their spouses against all odds. Cleanse the land they once poisoned. Build a sanctuary where affinity-bearers and refugees find hope. Force the empire to acknowledge their humanity. Years later, the Ghost Tigers stand not as warlords or monsters, but as guardians of the Sanctuary—a thriving city born from ashes. Kalima and Mei Lin heal beneath blossom trees where infernos once roared. John and Hana teach children to forge swords into plowshares. Vincent and Jia mend broken bones and broken pasts. Their scars remain, but their measure is finally taken in lives saved, not lives erased. We chased shadows... and found our light not in hiding, but in building this." — Kalima Chileshe, Sanctuary Dawn

“Attention, everyone,” The reporter's voice cut through the air on the television and radio. “A severe thunderstorm with extreme lightning will hit the city tonight. The metrological department predicts that this lightning is likely to produce a high-power outage. Please, everyone, stay indoors and avoid unnecessary travel. Be safe.”  Within a few minutes, the warning became a reality. A massive lightning strike split the sky with a loud roared lasting for few minutes. Everyone in the house squeezed their eyes shut, clamping their hands over their ears in primal fear.   Then, just as suddenly, everything went blank--- Not just the lights, but all sensation, leaving only a profound darkness and death silence.  When their eyes opened, everything seemed dark, no buildings, no vehicles, no familiar faces--- only the towering trees of a dense forest surrounded them.    Before the confusion could completely overwhelm them.  The beam of light flashed in the dark, and an AI automatic voice announced: “Welcome to Game of Earth Signs”. "The Game Arena: Earth Signs " story based on psychological thriller and survival. 250+ people are trapped in a deadly arena, forced to survive terrifying challenges based on Water, Air, Fire, Sky, and Land, including puzzles, riddles, memory tests, and brutal physical trials.

Don't let yourself get swept off your feet by this cowboy. The son of Billie Bob Taylor-Pereira, the most legendary cowboy of all time, and Benedito Goncalo Cruz Taylor-Pereira, the worlds richest man, Buck Danilo Taylor-Pereira is the reason heartbreak country music is written with his gorgeous dimples and panty dropping smile he will have you swooning within seconds. No one can escape his charm and his new young personal assistant is no different. What will Danilo do when everything in his head screams no but his heart roars yes. Will the cowboy follow in his fathers' footsteps or bring a new level of drama to a family known for chaos? Book Two of the 'His' series. Follow Book one, His Cowboy for the beginning of one of the most legendary relationships of all time!

I want to run so hard that not even the wind can reach me. I want my lungs to hurt so bad they're about to burst. I want to feel my heartbeat accelerate from zero to one hundred. All I want is a future with you. Tanaka Jinta's words echoed in the silence of a warm summer festival night. The lights and the roar of the fireworks prevented his voice from reaching his girlfriend's ears, who stared at him in amazement while holding a hand that wasn't his.

In a kingdom where the weak are chained and the strong rule with claws, love is forbidden—especially for the Alpha King. Feared. Worshipped. Untouchable. Alpha King Thorne Valen reigns over the Northern Territories with brutal strength and an ice-cold heart. Cursed by the Moon Goddess to never love, he’s built his throne on blood and silence. Until her. Riven, a nameless slave with silver eyes and a broken past, was never meant to survive. Raised in chains, stripped of identity, she trusts no one. She doesn’t speak. She doesn’t dream. And she certainly doesn’t believe in mates. But when she’s dragged before the Alpha King, everything changes. One glance. One touch. And the bond roars to life. He calls her mine. He frees her from chains—but binds her to his throne. He bows to no one... except her. As desire sparks and secrets unravel, Riven discovers a dangerous truth: she is more than just his mate. She may be the key to breaking his curse... and the downfall of his entire kingdom. But will love be enough to heal a broken king? Or will their bond destroy them both?

Su Mu once again created a locust tree in the era of spiritual energy recovery. In this era, powerful people were everywhere and ruled the region. Strange beasts were roaring in the mountains and rivers, occupying the land and making it king. The myriad creatures of this era rose up and competed against each other. A locust tree rose up from the heavens, creating a paradise of pure land in this chaotic era. A hundred years ago, I was a legend. A thousand years later, I was a myth. Some people call me the Tree of the World, to protect this world, to pray day and night. Some people call me the World Tree, for all living things to support a piece of the sky. Some call me the Tree of Life of Kabala, a symbol of truth and wisdom. Others called me the source of demons, the scourge of all realms, the forbidden zone for all living beings. Day and night in the shadow of death. But no matter who it is, regardless of their identity, they will always be respectful in front of me

Nael staggered backward, his shoulder hitting the stone wall, breath stuttering as a wave of unbearable heat crashed through him. “No,” he whispered, clutching his chest. “Not now—” Lucius stood across the room, his coat tossed aside, shirt undone at the collar. His scent—sharp cedar, iron, and cold fire—flooded the chamber like a storm. It curled around Nael’s skin, invasive, choking, deliberate. “I told them not to give you suppressants,” Lucius said, voice low. “You were never meant to deny the bond. Look at you—your body’s unraveling.” “You… you did this?” Nael gasped, knees buckling. His omega core throbbed painfully, molten heat pooling in his stomach. “You spiked the air—” “I gave your body what it needed,” Lucius said evenly, stepping closer. “You can’t fight this forever. You’re mine. You’ve always been—” “Don’t,” Nael choked, nails digging into the wall. His vision swam. The bond mark on his neck flared red, spiraling out of control. Lucius reached for him. Nael screamed. The door slammed open. A blast of wild wind and storm scent filled the room like a second rupture in the world. Kyren stood there, hair unbound, gold eyes burning like the edge of the moon. “You bastard.” Lucius barely had time to turn before Kyren was on him, a snarl ripping from his throat. Fists collided with flesh, and a bone cracked. “You forced him!” Kyren roared, slamming Lucius into the wall. “You pushed him into heat—you knew he wasn’t ready!” “I was claiming what’s mine!” Lucius spat blood on his lip. “He’s not yours. He’s his own.” Nael collapsed just as Kyren’s fist drove into Lucius’s stomach. Everything went white. He didn’t feel himself hit the floor. He didn’t hear Kyren’s panicked voice shouting his name, didn’t see the bond sparks flicker wildly across his collarbones. The only thing he felt was heat—and then nothing at all. Darkness, soft, and absolute. ………. "You don’t belong here," they told him. But the moon had other plans. Nero is done with life. Abused, forgotten, and hollow, his final act is one of selflessness—until death pulls him into a world of wolves, war, and prophecy. Fate bound his soul to two alphas. But in a world where power means ownership, will love set him free—or destroy him? Nero thought death would be the end. Instead, it became a second chance... in the body of Nael, a hated, cursed omega in a ruthless werewolf realm. With his Earth memories intact and a new identity carved in blood and prophecy, Nero must survive a world of dominance, mating rituals, and ancient magic. But his new body comes with complications: a fated bond with two powerful alphas. Lucius—cold, possessive, and hiding a terrifying secret. Kyren—brutal yet protective, and determined to uncover the soul behind the eyes. As Nero’s life spirals out of control and an ancient curse awakens, he must untangle the truth behind Nael’s past, the dark forces hunting him, and the twisted fate tying all three of them together. He came from a world that broke him. Now, he must decide if this one is worth fighting for.

The King of Kingston , father of storms and steel is dying. The word rides salt winds and whisper smoke: his crown, his gold, his fleet of black-sailed ships, all free for the bold enough to claim them. he sends a message to his Four sons, four heirs, scattered by blood feuds and grudges older than their scars. Levi, who bends kingdoms like storms bend trees. Benjamin, who turned gutter thieves into silk-draped nobles. Esau, the ghost prince exiled to the sea’s edge. Aziz, rebel blade, the bastard who vowed never to bow. But blood means nothing when the throne promises everything. Two brothers already weigh blades in the dark, each willing to kill the rest to be crowned alone. Beyond the royal veins, worse shadows gather the warlords he once bribed and chained now circle Kingston’s dying heart, hungry to carve up his kingdom before his bones are cold. Power is Arcane-born, faith-forged and mercy is the first to drown. In the end, only one lion roars loud enough to rule.

A forgotten impact. An ordinary life. And a presence not quite... human. Something lingers. Some truths don’t roar… They wait. A quiet transfer to a foreign branch—just a career step. Until the hum beneath reality begins to stir. An echo out of place. He didn’t come here for her… But she echoed something he lost. Not every anomaly is a glitch. Some are invitations. She thought she was just passing through. He shouldn’t exist— Not in this time. Not in this world. An unexpected moment. A spark in a written fate. Something ancient is waking in her orbit, Threading itself into her life. And the choice it brings isn’t loud— It’s quiet. Heavy. Unavoidable. A forgotten system... Once powered by something no longer understood. Emotion as technology. And she was never meant to run on logic alone.

This red dragon came from the vast wilderness, coveting all the powers of the world. He has held countless titles: Mountain Fury, Purgatorial Calamity, Red Emperor, Ember Dragon… The world trembles under the shadow of the great dragon. He ignited the surge of the magical industrial revolution. In the empire he established, wyverns roar, cannon fire resounds, steel behemoths appear in the sky and on the earth, and disasters from other worlds run rampant. “Submit, or die.” Cassius spread his sky-shading wings, looking down upon the trembling humans, elves, and dwarves beneath him, and spoke thus. ……… A story of a red dragon with a built-in player template conquering, ruling, and transforming another world. (Pseudo D&D, Fourth Catastrophe, Red Dragon)

Chen Mang transmigrates into a post-apocalyptic world. In this world, corpse tides roam freely and death lingers everywhere. Survivors must become train captains, upgrading and reinforcing their trains by collecting minerals and other resources in order to avoid the undead hordes and survive. Otherwise, they become slaves under other train captains, living under others' roofs. Every train's "vehicle parts" has a level cap, and each upgrade improves its effect. However, the birthmark Chen Mang was born with gives him the unique ability to upgrade vehicle parts without any limit. When he raises several white-grade parts — like "bladed wheels" and "drills", which are scorned by other captains — to level hundreds, he realizes he has already become invincible in this world. From that moment on— A colossal train armed to the teeth with hundreds of carriages begins to roar through the apocalyptic wasteland. “In this world, there are only two kinds of people.” “Train captains, or slaves.”

When the moon calls, will she rise—or burn? They expected her to shift. They didn’t expect the darkness to shift with her. Seventeen and still without her wolf, Yvaine Theolux arrives at Moonfire Academy—where bloodlines matter, power decides fate, and secrets are stitched into the walls. But the moment she crosses the threshold, a long-dormant darkness begins to stir. Shadows lengthen. Prophecies awaken. And all eyes turn to the girl with no shift… but too many questions. Whispers say she brought the darkness. Some believe she is the darkness. "When the moon bleeds and fire howls beneath the silver light, the Dragon Wolf shall rise. One howl shall save us. One roar shall end it all."

Feng Zhaoyun—just as his name suggests, the only time he might’ve looked even remotely ugly was probably when he was still in his mother’s womb. The only misfortune in his life? Growing up without knowing who his parents were. But that didn’t matter, because luck had always been on his side. His life went so smoothly, so absurdly well, that he never once needed help from anyone. He once thought his life would continue like that—easy and boring—all the way to the end. Until one day, he saved a drowning child… and was dragged away by the river himself. When he opened his eyes again, he was in a completely different world, in a completely different body… Heavens! Was this the universe making up for his twenty years of monotony? Finally, a little chaos! He was moved to tears! “What?! I have to share a body with someone else?! Since when did transmigration systems become this stingy?! Crossing into another world and I don’t even get a body of my own?! Where are my human rights?!” Feng Zhaoyun roared in fury. The system coldly tossed a script at him: “Complete the mission faster, and you’ll get your body faster.” “Get out of my body!” A bone-chilling voice rang from the young man who now shared a body with him, hatred dripping from every syllable—he looked like he wanted to split Feng Zhaoyun’s soul in half with a single slash. Feng Zhaoyun just chuckled: “Hehe.” He happily embraced the chaos. Unfortunately… someone else clearly wasn’t enjoying it as much. Little did Zhaoyun know, this “twist” was only the beginning… . . . There are countless people who want to bring me down... But luck has always stood with me!