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Berserk Hell

To His Hell and Back

Sold by her father, Bella short for Arabella, was forced to live a life as a slave that would entertain the guests of the castle. The job of slaves were merely to be humiliated and to have as feast once they became a boring creature toward the guests. Arabella with her fierce attitude had only caused more trouble than good, although that helped her from being feasted by the vampires until her body dried up, the vampires also enjoy in harming her, toying with her, hoping to see that one day she would break. However she had caught the wrong attention by those crimson gaze, eventually being the toy of the one and only Mad Crown Prince of Versailles. Eventually this interest only cause her to be more tangled by the twisted and thorny battle for the Throne. Will eventually Bella concede and accept the Mad crown prince? Or will she finally succeed in running away from his grasp. Why her? *** excerpt*** Arabella felt her wrists stung as the shackle around her wrist jingled from the sudden pull. She then met with the icy red eyes that brood down upon her appearance, drinking into every inch of her figure as if he was studying her, even to how those breaths escaped her lips. "I thought we had bonded over the days we have spent together, Bella," he sang, his bright scarlet eyes betraying the singing tone he had used as it had grown so dark and filled with anger. "Yet you left so quickly as soon as I opened the castle gate." Bella gritted her teeth, her eyes glaring at him as she defiantly shook his hand off her face, "I can remind you if you have forgotten it, Your Majesty, I am kept here against my wish." Cassius' smile faded as he stared at her. The sudden pin-drop silence filled her nerves with tension as she found his smileless face the most terrifying sight. She had always known his fearsome side however, it felt scarier tonight. Bella tried to endure how loud her heart had raced against her chest, gathering her breaths together even though it remained shallow in his presence. "So cold," he muttered, his tone trying to tease her, but she could see the raw anger crossing his eyes. "You cannot run from me. Not after what we've done. Not after what you promised." Her heart faltered. She wasn't supposed to stay in this castle; she knew that the royal palace was filled with those vampire monsters who would kill for their desire, simply to have fun. She knew she should never give her heart to any of these monsters, and she had once believed she would never. But that was until Cassius came. She had made that promise because her heart had betrayed her, and she wished that she had never uttered that promise. Promises she had made to him on the call of love. Yet deep within her, a part of her still crave for him. "You're not the first one I have broken my promises with," she gritted her teeth and looked up at him, "I broke my promise the way you broke yours first, isn't it fair?" "Fair? Then was everything a lie, Arabella?" he murmured, his hands cupping her face, forcing her to meet his eyes. "You were mine the moment you entered my castle. And you will be mine until the very end." She gulped as his eyes shone underneath the moonlight, his gaze unforgiving over her, exposing his wild hunger. Her breath caught, her pulse quickening. "A human and a vampire should have never stayed together. They were all right." "I don't care," he spoke through his clenched jaw. "You're going to remain here by my side forever."
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The Solitary Berserker's ReturnPending

On August 14th, 2024, the world changed. A mysterious message appeared in every human mind: [You have been chosen. The Tutorial is about to commence.] [PARTICIPATE] / [REFUSE] 98% refused. 2% chose to enter the Tutorial. They were thrown into The Spire of Beginnings—a lonely, brutal, solo dungeon where death meant Regression, but progress was eternal. Time flowed 300 times faster inside. One week outside was nearly six years within. Kenji Tanaka, a reclusive university student and top-ranked MMO player, chose [PARTICIPATE] without hesitation. To him, it wasn’t a threat—it was the ultimate challenge. He specialized in raw Strength and Vitality, choosing the Berserker path: a build that thrived on pain, embraced risk, and turned suffering into power. Then he survived. And survived. And kept surviving. 295 years alone. No allies. No end in sight. No way out but death. He climbed over 600 floors, reached Level 786, and became a living weapon—until he finally let himself die. And woke up home. Only 360 days had passed on Earth. The world is unrecognizable. Cities lie in ruin. Dungeons break reality. Humanity now clings to survival, ruled by “Returners”—those who died in the Spire and came back stronger. The most powerful among them? Around Level 120. Kenji is Level 786. A legend no one knows exists. A god in the body of a boy. Broken. Traumatized. Utterly alone. His only goal? Find his family. Protect them. End the threats that destroyed the world—or become one himself.
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