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Raphael's heart skipped a beat, while Celest, unable to contain his fear, trembled in place, on the verge of giving in to panic. Linfer, however, observed them all with absolute detachment. In his eyes, their movements seemed slow, very slow. Even Luciel, moving at a speed close to that of light, appeared frozen in time. With a simple flap of his wings, Linfer floated on the surface of the sea of blood, indifferent to the slowness of those around him. His dark claws gleamed slightly as he raised his index finger to his forehead, where an Omega symbol was etched into his flesh. The symbol shimmered, emitting a terrifying aura, as a drop of black blood slowly emerged, suspended in mid-air. Silence enveloped the scene. In a barely audible whisper, yet resonating throughout the ninth heaven, " [Ashkharsh: All Red]" The drop of black blood finally fell. As it touched the surface of the bloody sea... Psychopath, hedonist, hemophage, Linfer, known as the Blood Devil, brought about Armageddon for humanity. His strength was such that it shook the most powerful beings. But his impulsiveness drew the attention of the Tree of Tao... transmigrating to an earlier time... "Young Master Bai! The Devourer has left traces in a kingdom of the lower plane!" "Gather the inner disciples! As servants of Tao, we must purge this evil, even if it means sacrificing ourselves!" "The younger generation is truly fortunate to have you!" "That's true~" A slight smile spread across his face. *** #romance #manipulation #evilMC #gore #r18 #mythology #cultivation #Harem

This planet is home not only to humans but also to countless other races: beasts, elves, vampires, dwarves, and many more. Beyond these sentient beings, there are animals that have undergone mutations—creatures known as monsters or mutants. When these monsters are killed, they vanish without a trace, leaving behind no bodies, no corpses, and no lingering scent. This mysterious world is called Cronos . At the heart of this tale is a young man named Lucferre Caelum , who dreams of bringing peace to Cronos—a world where monsters no longer terrorize humanity, where people can travel freely without fear, and where life unfolds in harmony. Unlike most, Lucferre possesses an extraordinary ability: he can see the dark mist enveloping the monsters. However, when he tries to share this truth, no one believes him—not even his childhood friend, who outright denies his claims. By the age of sixteen, Lucferre had already joined the military. By twenty-three, he rose to become a first-class squadron leader—an elite soldier with the rank of Major. His journey takes a dramatic turn when he is tasked with escorting the Prime Minister to the city of Nubesturrim . What was supposed to be a simple mission quickly spirals into disaster when a colossal dragon-like creature appears, throwing everything into chaos. Lucferre loses consciousness during the ordeal and awakens in a wooden hut deep within an uncharted forest. It is here that Lucferre learns the horrifying truth: all of this destruction is the work of Demons . Determined to restore balance, he resolves to eliminate the Demons plaguing various regions, weakening their influence before confronting the strongest Demon of them all. Along the way, Lucferre meets new allies who reignite his hope, proving that his dream of peace is no longer just a distant fantasy. “I will help you,” one ally declares. “I will stand by your side until the end of our days.” Throughout his journey, Lucferre receives guidance from Goddesses and Angels alike. Even his childhood friend joins him as a trusted comrade, shouting, “Count me in—I’m fighting alongside you!” There is also someone who has waited for him for centuries: “Since the day you were born, I have been by your side. From afar, I watched you grow day by day, week by week, year by year… until the moment you fell from the skies…” But Lucferre’s path is far from easy. As he battles the forces of darkness, he faces betrayal from unexpected quarters. A false deity accuses the real Goddesses, sneering, “She is nothing but a Demon, just like the man standing before you. Why risk your lives for her? Kill her before it’s too late.” When Lucferre demands to know who this voice belongs to, it answers with chilling pride: “…I am God.” Among the challenges Lucferre must face is a monstrous foe he encounters early in his journey—a creature so powerful that he knows he will have to confront it again in the future. Betrayal cuts deep, shaking Lucferre to his core. “…Why did you succumb to the darkness?” he cries out. “Why didn’t you fight back before it was too late?” Yet, despite the betrayals and hardships, Lucferre refuses to give up. He presses forward, driven by his unwavering determination to achieve his dream. The future, once foreseen by the Goddesses, has now become unpredictable. Lucferre must forge his own path, guided by his instincts and the prophecy that whispers of what he might accomplish if he succeeds. His ultimate goal remains unchanged: to create a peaceful world, free from the shadow of Demons.

In her past life, Michelle was an ordinary doctor who worked in a small hospital, but once in a while, a strange envelope would arrive at her apartment and she would take up a weaon and turn into a deadly assassin known for her stealthiness. But being a top assassin, Michelle had many enemies and ended up dying, only to wake up in the body of Michelle Grace, a pampered young miss in a world similar to ancient dynasties, except that cultivation existed there. Not everyone could cultivate, but Michelle Grace could. The original Michelle Grace was engaged to the Crown Prince, and he killed her before Michelle took over the body, so after making a deal with Michelle Grace's father, the Archduke, Michelle took on the name Grace and started a revenge plan on the Crown Prince, his lover, his mistress and his father, the Emperor. A bit troublesome: Michelle gained the attention of two men who together were the Dark Lord. They were horrifyingly powerful, so Michelle had to be careful around them. Luckily, they didn't have in their plans harming her, as they were intrigued by her constitution. Michelle possessed a rare blood, which they could use.

Orion became the young master of a wealthy family in Staari city and became a Bully. Acting Out of Character, he changed the destiny of his alter-ego, eventually becoming the Savior of the city, realizing that to save the city and this world, it needs a Big Bully, not a hero. Armed with the powers of the nascent soul of the Dark Angel of Revelations, the greatest god of this world who is still in slumber, his wits and an unlikely ally, a newspaper, the Bully continues his adventures, conquering wealth, cities and kingdoms, and also the religious order of this world.

When Will Travers, a feature writer at a struggling newspaper, comes home ten minutes late, he’s not prepared for the bombshell his wife, Leona, is about to drop. After eight years of marriage, she announces her decision to leave him, blaming a hidden sorrow: their inability to have children. As Will navigates the heartbreak and the eerie calm of his sudden solitude, he reflects on the unraveling of his life—from the once-loving bond he shared with Leona to his firm belief in an odd, personal superstition: he should have married a left-handed woman. Set against the backdrop of a decaying newspaper industry, The Left-Handed Truth is a bittersweet exploration of failure, resilience, and the humorous quirks that help us move forward. Will’s journey to rediscover purpose and rebuild his life is equal parts poignant and unexpectedly inspiring, proving that sometimes the path to healing lies in embracing your imperfections—and the unpredictable hands of fate.

The Tragic Past Life In the small village of Qinghe, nestled between rolling green hills and a winding river, Li Qingyun was born into a poor but honest farming family. Though they had little wealth, their love for one another was strong. Her father, Li Shengtian, was a hardworking farmer, and her mother, Madam Zhou, was a skilled cook who did her best to feed the family with their meager earnings. Qingyun had two younger brothers, Li Zhihao and Li Ming, both lively boys who adored their elder sister. However, their peaceful life was not without hardship. Their land was poor, and greedy relatives, including her uncle Li Bao, schemed to take what little they had. The village head, Old Master Wang, favored the rich and oppressed the weak, forcing many into debt. Qingyun, though hardworking and intelligent, was too naïve in her past life. She trusted the wrong people—Liu Meifeng, a childhood friend who later betrayed her, and Zhang Tianyu, a man who claimed to love her but only sought to use her. At seventeen, tragedy struck. A false accusation of theft led to the downfall of her family. Her father was beaten to death, her mother succumbed to illness, and her brothers were sold as laborers. Qingyun herself was forced into a loveless marriage with a cruel merchant, suffering years of abuse. One fateful night, she escaped and stumbled to the riverbank where she once found a beautiful pearl bracelet in her childhood. The bracelet was rumored to be cursed, but Qingyun had always admired its beauty. As she clutched it tightly, tears streaming down her face, her enemies found her. “Li Qingyun, you should have died long ago,” sneered Liu Meifeng before pushing a dagger into her chest. As the blood dripped onto the bracelet, a warm light enveloped her. In her last moments, she wished for another chance—to change her fate, to protect her family, and to exact revenge on those who destroyed her. When she opened her eyes again, she was twelve years old, lying in her small wooden bed, the scent of her mother’s cooking filling the air. She had been reborn. Now, she had a second chance.

After being reincarnated in a world of Gods, Demons, and Great Emperors, Wang Wei embarks on a journey to bear Heaven Mandate, proves the Dao, and proclaims himself a Great Emperor--a Supreme Being that overlooked Myriad World and Races. However, his Dao involves despising fate and its encompassing glory. So what awaits our protagonist on his journey full of vicissitudes to defy and even control fate? While he controls the fate of countless races and worlds, is fate playing with him? Can he escape the very shackles of fate that he controls? Better Synopsys: After an unknown cosmic accident that enveloped the Earth, Wang Wei was reincarnated into a magical world of spiritual cultivation. This world was composed of powerful Demons, cunning and brutal Devils, ruthless and indifferent Gods, detached and ethereal Immortals. More Importantly, Great Emperors--Supreme Beings that stand above everyone and everything, even life and death itself. Despite being born in one of the most powerful sects in the world, Wang Wei was placed under tremendous pressure when so many expectations were placed on him by his sect due to the fact they have not cultivated a Great Emperor for countless millennia--an act which threatened the fundamental status of his family, friends, and sect. On top of that, Wang Wei was not one of the chosen few of this world that was granted special gifts by Heaven, thus further aggravating his circumstances. However, he did not retreat in the face of adversity. With the mindset that “If Heaven does not give me, I shall take it for myself”, Wang Wei begins to plan his rise to the top with a brilliant tactical mind and the help of his mysterious soul so that one day he will become a Great Emperor that not only control his fate but the fate of all lives in existence. This story has a similar setting as Emperor Dominion, I am a True Villain, and Scoring the Sacred Body of the Ancients from the Get-go. If you enjoy this type of story, then you will enjoy my story. The first 30 chapters or so have many problems story-wise, so please bear with it as I was just beginning as a writer. However, I promise the story gets better afterward. Discord:https://discord.gg/bnsezTApeY Go check out my Pa.tr.eon: .https://www.patréon.com/LazySageDao Or just go into the site and search for my author name (LazySageDao). So, go and support me if you can. Warnings: No Young Master and Face Slapping. Disclaimer: The image on the cover does not belong to me. If the original author wants me to take it down, just leave a comment in one of the new chapters of the book.

Leonardo Sylvius, or "Leo," is just a regular guy and a pretty bad hunter with no magical powers. He works at Goja Mart, stuck in a boring routine and feeling the weight of life on his shoulders. He was raised by his grandfather after his parents passed away when he was young, and his grandfather was everything to him. One day, Leo gets the news that his grandfather is dying. Before he passes, the grandfather leaves him an envelope, telling him to open it only when life feels like it's closing in on him. After working for years in the company, Leo finally feels that pressure and decides to open the envelope. To his surprise, his grandfather has left him a farm in Stardale Valley. Leo's life starts to change as he begins to fix up the old farm. He starts farming, taking care of animals, and fishing, discovering talents he never knew he had. As time goes on, he connects with the people in the town, and his story begins to take off, breaking free from the dullness of his old life.

Initially, Bai Fu only intended to farm the players' favor to survive, planning to leverage their power to deal with the NPCs that opposed her. However, she accidentally overdid it. From being the 'Players' Sturdiest Support' to 'The Lonely Guardian of the Frontier', and then to 'The First Saint in the Empire's Corrupt World'. Players took the initiative and elevated her to a divine status. In the third millennium of the Empire, a former Emperor, who requested anonymity, loudly complained during a newspaper interview. 'Those immortals charged into the palace shouting about friendship and bonds, and forcibly placed the crown on the head of Bai Fu, this demon. Such a sin!' Bai Fu responded to the accusations with great indignation. 'How am I a demon? From the beginning, I have always advocated love and justice. Don't talk nonsense with your eyes wide open... It's also difficult for me. Sometimes, it's worth looking for the reason within oneself. Have you ever tried to be a good person over these years? Why do the immortals only attack you and not me?'

"Three years of marriage and you've been guarding an empty bed—frustrated much?" the distinguished man said, languid with satisfaction afterward. A contract made her Mrs. Mu in name for a term of three years. The night before the contract was due to expire, she slept with the aloof and celibate big BOSS! How to deal with this?! The daily interactions between the woman who just wants a divorce and the big BOSS: "Husband, I crashed that brand-new globally limited edition luxury car you just got!" The man looked up from his work, his magnetic voice enveloping her like surround sound, "As long as you're alright." "Husband, I've bankrupted the company you started for me." "Did you have fun doing it?" "Husband, please sign this contract." Mr. Mu almost reflexively signed his name on this divorce agreement. Gazing at the little woman in front of him, a slight smile formed on his lips, "Why? Weren't you satisfied with my performance last night?" "Husband, I'm sorry, I was wrong!" "Good girl~~~"

From Riches to Realms ------ Strange events had begun to unfold:missing children, vanishing women, and widowed husbands—all while bodies disappeared without a trace. But worst of all— whispers around of the dead walking among the living. They said dead men tell no tales—until you force them silent. ....... Marie Antoine Lisette, or Liz as she preferred, never thought her life would spiral from riches to rags. She thought her future was set: a husband on the way, with gold, silver, pearls, lands, mansions, manors, and accounts she could scarcely keep track of. She had it all. But one fateful day, everything changed. Her head spun, her legs buckled, and then—darkness enveloped her. When she finally awakened, a circle of concerned faces surrounded her (her body) —friends and family, all eager for her recovery. Yet something felt amiss. When the prince arrived, Liz gushed, blushed, and her lips pursed as she shyly batted it at the prince. (Liz: Ew...) (???: So, you do like the prince) (Liz: What prince? Who?) As Liz opened her eyes again, a spiders crept through the damp wall. Her luxurious clothes had vanished, replaced by rags, and her hair lay matted and dirty. "A prison cell," she thought. Her voice quivered on the brink of tears, "My luxurious life." (???: About the prince...) "What could he possibly have to complain about?” she snarked. "..." When your world unravels in the most bewildering ways, do you ignore it or seek the truth? And when those answers come, will you accept them, or will they shatter everything you believe? **Presenting Liz, the first novel of yours truly for fun.** Follow her on her journey—a thrilling quest where adventure and budding romance await amidst danger and mystery. ----‐---‐--‐------‐--------‐-‐--‐------------------------ Cover from: ChatGpt **and, a word, from the author. a bit of support is always welcome if I should continue this or not. Of course, I did this for fun but, a little motivation is nice and even reviews or a little well-intended criticism is good.***

With the advent of cataclysm, the Age of Deviant began to envelop the world. Whether it will lead it into a new home or a clothes of eternal darkness, no one knows. Ethan, a loser from Earth, ends up becoming a part of a secret Experiment and then opens his eyes to Gaia, a world beyond his, only to find himself caught in a struggle beyond his imagination when he fails his awakening. Gods? Outer Gods? Mythical Godbeast? The Eternal Aracana? What made his advent on Gaia possible, and what is his purpose...will he halt the darkness or become the darkness itself? Loaded with an awesome system and his experience as a former elite soldier from Earth, he will begin his journey to explore the meaning of his existence. What awaits him on his journey are betrayals and hardships that will surpass the norms but...will that be enough to stop him? O herald of Luminosity ~ O Lord of darkness ~ O Conqueror of Death ~ O God of Primodial era ~ O...Um...God of everything ~ Bless thy servant with thy grace! ____________ No Harem ✔️ Selfish MC ✔️ Overpowered MC ✔️ Cover art and Character illustrations are not mine. If the original owner has any problem, please contact me through comments. I will take them down.

IMPORTANT NOTE: Please be known that this book wouldn't have made it this far without the support my dear writing buddy Rachel E. Canton who is a great writer of SINS OF THE SERAPHIM - https://www.webnovel.com/book/sins-of-the-seraphim_26438336605116805 and Derek J. Perna To Rachel & Derek, Thank you for everything! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ When the last heir of Ardel lost everything, fate would bring her to her rightful protector. Anna Adhemar, the forgotten princess, found herself betrayed by the Regent. Hunted by the Bargesians and the ruthless slave traders, she desperately fled for her life. Rescued by a mysterious man, her newfound safety was short-lived as she succumbed to a potent aphrodisiac. Then, she awoke in the arms of the fearsome Knight Commander of Gerhard, stripped bare, in a foreign kingdom. Fear, confusion, and a sense of profound devastation enveloped her. But the man before her declared, "I am your husband. I married you last night." Then, with unwavering determination, he vowed, " You're my woman now. No one can hurt my woman." --- Kyren Raychard, the Crown Prince who had chosen to forsake the throne and became celibate, led the Knights of Gerhard to safeguard his kingdom’s border from slave trading activities. Outside his camp, he found Anna poisoned and delirious. The healer informed him of the only cure, of which he must race against time to give and honour her. For the first time, he felt an overwhelming instinct to protect and claim her as his own. Unaware of his deepening affection, he belatedly realised his feelings as he stood on the brink of losing her. Bound by a soul-binding spell, their fates intertwined…

"In a world of shadows, I am the darkness they fear." In the shadowy realm of international espionage and contract killing, Michael was a legend. His deadly precision and a flawless track record had made him the stuff of nightmares in the underworld. However, his life underwent a complete transformation during his latest assignment. As Michael pulled the trigger, a mysterious, otherworldly light enveloped him, and he suddenly found himself in a different realm, inhabiting a foreign body equipped with a system. To survive in this treacherous new land, Michael had to embrace his inner alpha predator, for the system embedded within him was none other than the aptly named "Badass System." This system rewarded him with "badass points" whenever he displayed acts of sheer badassery. Yet, Michael soon realized that every twist and turn in his path was no accident; a grand design was at play, woven by higher beings with ulterior motives. In any compelling story, the quality of its villains is crucial. Thus, the question arises: who are the antagonists that will challenge our deadliest assassin? Will Michael overcome these intricate schemes to emerge victorious? Can he unravel the secrets concealed within the Badass System? Jump right into the book and you will not be disappointed...It's a guarantee... Anti Hero with a Symbiote System: https://www.webnovel.com/book/anti-hero-with-a-symbiote-system_23401860706535005 Dictator with a Badass System: https://www.webnovel.com/book/dictator-with-a-badass-system_24476949205615505 discord link: https://discord.gg/xWacJDwazf Join my wonderful circle and be part of the book!!! Schedule : Everyday 2 Chapters on Mon, Tue, Friday, Sunday 1 Chapter on Wed, Thu, Sat

I can't help falling for you. you've unraveled me in ways I never thought possible... -------------- Imagine you go to work like every other day, but you never expected to confront an agent of death, an event that will change your life forever. Natasha, a rebellious and sharp_tongued lady accidentally saw something she was never supposed to see, she comes across an agent of death, an immortal grim reaper cursed with endless existence and no emotions. Drogen is convinced that Natasha holds the key to ending his curse, and because of that, he does something forbidden, he revives her after death. Bound to him by a blood pact that he made with her out of impulse, she begins experiencing flashes of a forgotten past that tie her to him in ways she can't explain, and their connection deepens into something forbidden. A meeting that started with fear and death soon transforms into a sweet, passionate love experience that neither of them could resist. She finds herself helplessly falling in love with this mysterious being. But there is one thing they both don't know, they were never supposed to meet again. Excerpt: Drogen's expression softened as he stared down at her lips, a rare glimpse of raw desire shining in his eyes. "You know," he began, his voice dropping to a whisper, "I've been desperately wanting to do this since you hugged me." Before she could protest, his lips claimed hers, soft but insistent, catching her completely off guard. Her breath hitched as his tongue teased hers, coaxing a response. She froze for a moment, her heart racing wildly, but as his warmth enveloped her, she gave in, kissing him back. Her hesitation melted away as his touch deepened, slow and gentle, yet ignited sparks through her whole being. His hands found her waist, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them. She gasped softly when she felt his bulge pressed hard against her, her cheeks heating in response. He didn't seem to care—if anything, it turned him on even more. His grip tightened as though he couldn't get enough of her, his kisses growing bolder, more demanding, yet still carrying an undeniable tenderness. Her fingers gripped his shirt for balance, holding on as the intensity of his touch left her breathless. He kissed her like he was savoring her, like every second mattered, and it sent a thrill through her. Every brush of his lips, every press of his body against hers, made her forget where she was. All she could feel was him. Finally, he pulled back, their foreheads resting together as they tried to catch their breath. His voice was low and rough, full of longing. "You're driving me crazy, Nat." Her lips were still tingling from his kisses as she met his gaze, her own voice trembling but steady. "Then don't stop." His dark eyes blazed with desire, and a faint smile touched his lips. "You don't know what you're asking for," he murmured, his hand slipping lower, his touch firm yet careful, as if she might disappear if he wasn't careful. "Maybe I do," she whispered, a small smile playing on her lips despite the way her heart pounded in her chest. Something in his expression softened, but the hunger in his eyes remained. She had undone him completely, and for once, he didn't want to fight it. Whatever this was, he wasn't letting go, and neither was she. For fans of forbidden love, a rebellious heroine, steamy romance, dark fantasy, a tragic past life and happy endings, this book is for you TRIGGER WARNING: This book contains R18 scenes, detailed descriptions of violence, cruelty, murder and death.

“Evil God of the Universe, You are in every space and time. Present in every dimension of reality and govern the darkness of our world. Oh, almighty Atticus! Hear our plea and grant us your presence tonight, awaken my Lord!” The rain had completely stopped and the strong gale had subsided into the fading raindrops. The night had turned eerily silent and only the sizzling and cackling of the fire entered their ears. Suddenly, they all felt like floating from their feet despite setting foot on the watery, hard ground, as if they were traversing into space. The darkness of the night gradually turned darker, enveloping them, morphing into everyone, like a void eating them slowly. Sequentially, their breathing turned oddly slower. Despite exaggeratedly inhaling air to breathe, it was to no avail, as if a higher entity was limiting them from breathing. Nolan felt his throat and tried to open his mouth to gasp more air but failed. Everyone but him was in a state of indignation and panic as they struggled to breathe to fill their lungs with air. Nolan tried to calm his heart. He closed his eyes and stopped inhaling air in pure panic, instead, he put his heartbeat and breathing into a rhythm. It was hard at first, but after a minute, he found his breathing gradually went stable. His whole being was in pure anticipation of what was going to happen next. After a couple more minutes, the storm completely subsided, the night turned to normal. Nolan remained standing, taking in his surroundings with his eyes closed. Everything turned silent. The eerie atmosphere and the crackling of the fire from the hay figure didn’t even enter his ears. Nolan waited for a couple more minutes, his breathing turning normal. He was reluctant to open his eyes, afraid he might ruin their ritual. “It’s alright now, Young Master. You can open your eyes now.” Nolan’s breathing hitched. He jolted on his feet as he fluttered his eyes open. “Atticus? W-why are you here?” The butler, standing in front of him, a raincoat hung on his arm, smiled. “I am everywhere, Young Master, in order to best serve you.” **** Atticus, a demi-god from the underworld, was cast out of his parents' realm and banished to the human world. The reason? He had yet to give them any grandchildren. Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction and is purely the product of my imagination. Any resemblance to real people, events, or beliefs is entirely coincidental. The intention is not to disrespect or diminish any faith or tradition, but rather to explore ideas within a fictional context. Reader discretion is advised.

The villain wasn’t meant to be an emperor—nor was he supposed to be handsome. Yet he hates me, and I don’t know why. Attending the Academy of the Arcane—a school for the supernatural elite to hone their power—I became a rebel, untouchable and unstoppable. My beauty became both a weapon and a curse, a mocking reminder of the life I’d lost. Among the whispers and wary stares, one figure cut through the chaos: Tharros, the Emperor of Shadows. The supreme ruler of witches, vampires, werewolves, and fae alike. His cold, burning gaze seared through me, heavy with a hatred that felt almost intimate. "You made me this way," he snarled, his face a living testament to fury and torment. His presence was a storm I couldn’t escape, and his accusations pierced my soul. Yet I had no memory of him—or the crime he swore I committed. When I denied his claims, his laughter followed me like a curse. "You don’t remember? Then I’ll make sure you never forget." Days later, I awoke as his bride—bound to him by a marriage I never agreed to, shackled to his vengeance. Tharros’ darkness envelops me, threatening to consume everything I am. Now, I must unravel the secrets of his hatred, the truth about my parents’ murder, and the twisted memories he swears I’ve buried. Because in this deadly game of vengeance and power, the line between hate and something far more dangerous grows thinner with every heartbeat

Lukas was born into a world of hostility at a time of peace. The many wars plaguing the world slowly stopped, his country began to reunify after splitting in half, and the otherworldly Dungeons finally started to disappear. He was supposed to live his youth like any other kid. So that’s precisely what he did. He played games, told stories, pulled pranks, and made memories with others. But one game they created - The Devil’s Deal - would haunt them all, its shadow stretching far beyond their innocent imaginations. Twenty years later, the Dungeons are back, and Lukas works for the Association, finding and reporting them. Incident after incident forces him to reconnect with old friends. Eventually, he finds himself involved in that childhood game once more and has to become a villain, betraying all the values he thought he once had. The truth would challenge the very core of his ideals and expose a long string of conspiracies enveloping the world.

“Eat shit!” Those were the last two words I shouted before creating the largest supernova and targeting the unknown enemies that called themselves The Order. Everyone was affected, me included. In the end, I, Emperor Vance, died using my own hands. I thought this was it. The Darkness that enveloped me is known as death. That changed when my gaze fell on the pulsating light that joined my presence in the expanse of darkness. It was Arcane; the accumulation of my learnings, the system of magic I built, and the sole owner of the mysterious power was with me in death. ‘Arcane’ enveloped itself to me, becoming the sole radiating light in the dark world. “How long has it been?” However, that single memory I had remaining in this ‘world’ seems to be becoming the only recollection I have left. I’ve become lost in time, drowning myself in the darkness. The only thought that crossed my mind was enduring yet another day in the same situation. Whoosh—! Not until it looked like I was being sucked outside of this nothingness. ‘What the fuck!’ For some strange reason, I felt tears fall down my cheeks, and I had no control over them. “Uwah!” In the first place, why am I crying? ‘And how is it possible to feel someone carrying my back?’ Amidst a series of strange occurrences, four simple words instantly made me realize exactly what was happening. “Congratulations! It’s a boy!” I’ve been reincarnated back into my own world.

What Are These OVA Episodes About? A fun and engaging way to learn – Market knowledge wrapped in humor, family interactions, and relatable moments! Our OVA episodes will keep you informed, entertained, and ahead of the market! Each episode is based on daily market events or significant past events, giving you a fun and engaging way to stay updated. As you read, you'll gain insights into what happened in the market today, just like reading a financial newspaper—but let’s be honest, reading news can be dull. That’s why we bring you these OVA episodes—a perfect blend of market knowledge, sibling debates, humor, and engaging storytelling! What about the Main Story? The Main Storyline takes you on an in-depth journey through the origins of each sibling—how they became experts in their respective financial fields and how Zai Papa meticulously built this extraordinary family. You’ll experience their struggles during their academy life, the ups and downs of their home life, and the challenges they faced in personal growth and professional development. These moments add depth to their characters, showing that becoming a financial expert wasn’t always easy. Where Can You Read the Main Storyline? The full novel is available on: Amazon | AliExpress | Discord |Official Site| Kobo Books – Digital & Paperback! Colored Manga & Anime Adaptation Coming Soon! Our Community! Join the Discord server to participate in giveaways, early access to episodes, and exclusive updates! Stay tuned for more OVA episodes! Learn finance, enjoy sibling chaos, and experience a one-of-a-kind financial slice-of-life series! On our Discord server, each character has their own personal chatbot, allowing you to interact with them directly! These Character Chatbot that reflects with their unique personality. These chatbots will respond just like you’re chatting with the characters themselves, bringing their traits, quirks, and expertise into every conversation.

Alex, an 18-year-old high schooler, lives a seemingly ordinary life with his loving mother, Monica, and his bubbly 7-year-old sister, Maria. His father, John, a dedicated soldier, visits them once every two months, bringing joy and stability to their home. Life feels normal, even predictable—until one fateful day changes everything. A chilling message from the army headquarters announces that John has survived a devastating plane crash but is gravely injured. Rushing to his side, the family finds him confined to a wheelchair. As Monica speaks with the doctor about taking John home, her composure remains unusually calm, even… happy. Back home, the day winds down. After dinner, Alex retreats to his room, hoping to distract himself with a chat among friends. But when Monica steps into his room, something shifts. She moves closer, her arms enveloping him in an unexpected embrace. Silent tears stream from her eyes, falling onto Alex’s cheeks, carrying a weight of unspoken emotions and an unshakable mystery. What lies behind Monica’s strange reaction? What secrets are buried in their seemingly perfect family? Each page unravels a story of love, loss, and a truth that could change Alex’s life forever.

At the beginning of all creation, the Golden Age—known as the Age of the Gods—marked a time when the two poles were in antagonistic conflict: Dawn and Dusk, White and Black. However, the sacred order and the collective vision of the Gods began to crumble when Shizuhana, a Primordial Goddess of the White Pole, perceived what no one else could see: the illusory veil that enveloped reality (Maya). Rebelling against the collective beliefs of her divine civilization, Shizuhana became a “heretic,” defying not only the Dusk, but also the very Dawn to which she belonged. Thus began her quest for the true form of the universe: the Colorless Truth. This act would mark the beginning of the Age of Yuga, the bloodiest of the universe.

COUNT OF SILTHS MANOR FOUND DEAD! Alexus Smith checks newspapers daily in wait because he knows one day, that will be headlines and frankly no one will be surprised. Count Alexus: Specialist murder fiend, and sorcerer it's not common to have him around but it's less common to have such a situation as magic deaths in a realm with the third lowest magic use. Yet magic and murder cases had been on the rise and Alexus had his hands full, working with a suspicious, foxy investigator isn't helping either. In attempt to balance out the crime wheel again and to have a night off finally, he dives deeper into a hole of mysteries and devious plans. Alexus believes that his death might be the least for worry when he's findings start haunting and revealing secrets that run deep into the human realm, and questions the truth of human existence

As dawn's light filters through the ancient forest surrounding Greystone, the village is enveloped in a thick fog of dread. For a year, misfortune has plagued the once-thriving community—crops wither, livestock are mysteriously drained of blood, and a new fever claims the lives of its people. Rumors of restless spirits and dark omens abound. In a desperate bid to uncover the source of the village's suffering, Father Lucien, the village healer, ventures into the crypts at the edge of Greystone. The crypts, long feared and abandoned, are filled with the stench of decay and the shadows of the deceased. As Lucien delves deeper, he is horrified to discover that the dead have risen. Their eyes glow with a malevolent hunger, and a dark force drives them beyond their eternal rest. The village's fate now rests on our adventurers' shoulders as they must unravel the mystery of the ancient curse and confront the dark power threatening to consume Greystone.

In a realm where folks wielded unique "Goldfingers," fonts of magical prowess, Lucas Evercrest remained blissfully unaware of his own exceptional potential. Little did he fathom that he harbored this incredible power deep within, an untapped wellspring. While others soared to grand heights, Lucas inadvertently subdued his Goldfinger, leaving him stranded at the humbling level 1, watching as his peers flourished. One fateful night, enveloped in the haze of sleep deprivation, our unsuspecting protagonist's world shifted. Battling to embrace slumber's embrace, he carelessly brushed against the "Mute Notifications" icon on his Goldfinger's interface before drifting into dreams' embrace. Seasons swept by like leaves on the wind, and there he stood, drowning sorrows in whiskey's amber embrace and endless loaves of bread, mourning an elusive system he believed had passed him by. Amid the din of a bar, laughter rippled like an unsteady melody. Echoes of "Status Open" danced in the air, chanted by playful kids, each repetition a chorus of mockery. Weariness pressed his head against the bar's cool surface, a failed shield against the jeers and japes. "Status Open, Status Open, Status Open," he muttered, lips grazing the wood, words coated in a blend of irony and irritation. And then, as if summoned by this weary incantation, a radiant cerulean window materialized before him. Within its luminescence, Lucas Evercrest's identity flickered, inscribed alongside his meager statistics: "[Lucas Evercrest], [Level 1 [^], Job: Starter], [HP: 1220, MP: 123], [Str:84, Agi:93, Int:43, Ins:23, Wis:53, Def:32, Sta:45, Dex:32, Con: 122]." Details unfurled like a tapestry, revealing a mosaic of attributes. His handiwork, etched in the fabric of his being, began to come to light. The window whispered of abilities and names, secrets shrouded in cryptic notation: "[Abilities: Open to show more.], [Titles: Open to show more.]" Yet even amidst this revelation, a sobering truth lingered – his status, labeled "Intoxicated," stood as a stark reminder of his present condition. Experience, captured within the confines of "EXP: 100/100," hinted at untapped potential, awaiting the spark of realization. An "Inventory" beckoned, promising more to explore, yet the ever-watchful "Missed Notifications" count of "99+" bore the mark of silence, a testament to a bygone era when his Goldfinger's voice remained muted. And so, in the quiet hum of the bar, amidst the ebb and flow of laughter and life, Lucas Evercrest's journey unfurled anew. The forgotten Goldfinger, once stifled by his own inadvertence, stood poised to rewrite his destiny, as he grasped the reigns of his dormant power, eager to ascend beyond the confines of level 1 and embrace the legacy that had patiently awaited his awakening. *This synopsis was written by someone else who wishes to remain Anonymous, thank you to who did it.*

Josep frowned as he looked at the few newspapers spread out on the table. In an instant, he understood Annelie's point. Seeing the seriousness of the situation, Josep waved his hand to the guards who were still in the room. ‘Leave us.’ he ordered. As soon as the guards left and the door closed. The atmosphere in the room became more private. Annelie, who had been watching Josep's movements unconsciously, sensed that something was different. Those orderly and deliberate movements, as if the leader was used to dealing with pressure. However, she could not forget what he was for yesterday. ‘All the commotion in town,’ Annelie said, pointing to a pile of newspapers, ‘has one brain behind it. And as Duke, you must immediately arrest whoever is responsible for this mess.’ Josep leaned back in his chair, his seemingly flat face hiding something that caught his attention. ‘So, you believe that all this social chaos has been organised by one person?’ Josep asked in a flat voice. Annelie nodded before continuing, ‘I've read all this over and over again. Although all of these papers were written by different authors and printed in different presses, their writing styles are suspiciously similar.’ Annelie began to point out some examples that could be used as evidence for her conversation that afternoon through the newspaper. ‘The key sentences used seem like they came from a single thought. This is no coincidence, a person or group must be controlling this information to set the narrative in Eldbourne.’ Annelie's continuation made Josep stare at the newspaper calmly. Although in the back of his mind, he knew that Annelie was off the girl's track. ‘When is Lord Harrington home?’ A question that annoyed Annelie because Josep was trying to divert the conversation from a topic that he thought was very important. ‘He should be home. But, what does that have to do with my father?’ Annelie asked in an annoyed tone. Josep did not answer directly. But the young man got up from his seat and walked over to Annelie before looking at her for a moment and saying, ‘I'll take you home.’ Annelie was surprised by Josep's change in demeanour. However, Annelie should not have delved further into the riots that took place in Eldbourne. The events of that day were the gateway that made Annelie always remember the impudence that changed the fate of her life in the future. Which is full of darkness and gripping secrets.

Aeliana’s body tensed, every instinct urging her to flee, but her legs refused to obey. The weight of Kaelion’s presence pressed down on her chest, as if the air itself bowed to his will. She clenched her fists, willing herself to stay upright, to meet his gaze with whatever scraps of courage she could muster. She wouldn’t let him see her fear. “Step forward,” Kaelion ordered, his tone smooth but unyielding. Her jaw tightened. The part of her that was human screamed to fight, to run, but there was a faint hum beneath her skin—a whisper of something else. Something fae. It stirred like a forgotten memory, pulling her feet forward against her will. She stopped only a breath away from him, her chin tilted defiantly despite the trembling in her limbs. Up close, the king was even more overwhelming. His features were carved in sharp, perfect lines, his mismatched eyes glinting with an intelligence that saw too much. He wasn’t just cruel; he was calculating. A predator who enjoyed the chase as much as the kill. “What are you?” Kaelion asked, his voice soft but dangerous. He reached out, his claw-tipped fingers brushing the edge of her hood. She flinched, and his lips twitched—a hint of amusement at her reaction. “I’m no one,” she bit out, her voice steadier than she felt. “Just a thief.” “A thief?” he echoed, his fingers catching the edge of the hood. With a single motion, he pushed it back, exposing her face to the moonlight. The murmurs of the onlookers grew louder, their perfect features twisting with disdain. Kaelion’s eyes narrowed, his gaze raking over her. “No one, indeed.” He took a step closer, his presence enveloping her like a dark tide. “And yet… there’s something about you. Something familiar.” Aeliana’s heart pounded as his hand moved, fingers brushing the curve of her jaw. His touch was light, but it burned like fire, sending a shiver down her spine. “I should kill you for your insolence,” Kaelion said, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “But there’s a… curiosity to you. A defiance I rarely see.” His lips curled into a smirk that didn’t reach his eyes. “I think I’ll keep you instead.” “Keep me?” Her voice cracked as anger flared, momentarily overriding her fear. “I’m not some pet to be claimed.” Kaelion’s smirk vanished, replaced by a cold, imperious glare. “You misunderstand, little thief. I’m not offering you a choice.” Aeliana’s stomach twisted as he raised his hand, his fingers glowing faintly with dark energy. Before she could react, a pulse of power shot through her, wrapping around her wrists like invisible chains. She stumbled, her knees buckling, but the magic held her upright. “You’ve entered my city, stolen from my people, and dared to defy me,” Kaelion said, his voice echoing with authority. “Your punishment will serve as a lesson to all who think they can do the same.” “And what punishment is that?” she spat, struggling against the bonds. Kaelion leaned in, his face inches from hers. “You’ll serve me,” he said, his voice a low, menacing growl. “Body and soul. Until I decide you’ve earned your freedom.” The crowd gasped, their whispers growing louder as the king straightened. Aeliana’s blood ran cold as she realized the full weight of his words. This wasn’t just about punishment—it was about control. And she was at the mercy of a man who had none. “Take her to the palace,” Kaelion commanded, his eyes never leaving hers. “I’ll decide what to do with her later.” The soldiers moved to obey, and Aeliana felt herself being pulled away, her body still bound by the king’s magic. As they dragged her through the streets, the crowd parted, their beautiful faces filled with a mix of fear and contempt. She clenched her fists, her mind racing. She couldn’t let this be the end. She wouldn’t let herself be another victim of Kaelion’s tyranny. Somewhere deep inside her, the faint hum of power stirred again, stronger this time.

New to this world, Zhao Lun stumbles upon an old newspaper that tells the story of a legendary captain. As he delves deeper into the mystery, he uncovers the existence of strange creatures—traces of vampires and werewolves, a viral outbreak, an alien invasion, and superheroes striving to save the world. Seizing control of the Divine Kingdom, Zhao Lun rises from his humble beginnings and embarks on an immortal journey that will reshape his fate.

"From now on, you can stay in this room and live the rest of your life here for all I care," were the words that condemned Li Na to a lifetime of isolation and despair at the hands of her own family. Betrayed by her sister, Li Jing, who injected her with a lethal dose of poison, Li Na's world faded into darkness, filled with a deep sense of sadness and betrayal. But fate had a different plan for Li Na. Instead of the expected descent into the afterlife, she found herself transported to a new existence, her younger self staring back at her from the mirror. Overwhelmed by this inexplicable rebirth, tears welled in her eyes as she made a solemn vow to herself: to seek justice and make her family pay for the pain they had inflicted upon her. As Li Na battles with the struggles of her past, a new surprise awaits. … With their faces just an inch apart, he softly asked her, "Do you trust me?" tracing her lips with one finger, lightly.  With a quivering smile, she nodded and whispered, "Yes, I trust you." To her Tang Zheng was the light sent by the heavens to shed her tears away. As Li Na embraces this new chapter of her life, a veil of mystery envelopes her path. The shadows whisper, and destiny's secrets slowly unveil, shaping Li Na's fate in ways she never imagined. Note: Daily Updates

Kaito is an apathetic teenager who's bored with everyday life and wishes for something new, something exciting or atleast something interesting to happen. That is until one day he receives a black envelope inviting him to join a series of games. Each game is hosted by an individual set of phobias that take on a physical form. All for the sake of one thing... a single wish.