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"Ah, Ethan." Marcus drawled, his voice dripping with condescension. "The prodigal son, crawling back for scraps." Ethan's face burned with shock and anger. "You're...you're behind this?" Ethan stuttered. Marcus chuckled, strolling closer. "I wanted to see if you'd learned your lesson. Are you still groveling in poverty, or have you managed to scrape together a semblance of dignity?" "You're like a dog, Ethan," Marcus sneered. "A dog that runs back to its master, tail wagging, hoping for a pitiful bone. You think you deserve better? You think you're worthy of our family's name?" "I don't need your approval or your family's name," Ethan declared, meeting Marcus's gaze. "I'll make my own way." What happens when an illegitimate son is disowned by his family on his wedding day, his wife abandons him and their three months old daughter after a year of marriage, and an accident which claimed his life occurs on the day he finds out a job interview he rushed for was a sham orchestrated by his own stepbrother.. But that's only where things gets interesting. «Ding! Greetings Host, I am Eminence, your companion towards fortune..» «Ding! For every living being you save, you get a $10,000 reward!» «Ding! For every successful roasting, you get a $10,000 reward!» «Ding! the system has seen your determination, and therefore you have been granted the skill: Unbreakable Will.» Ethan smirks.. "It has begun!" FROM ASHES TO EMINENCE

Conrad's existence was a never-ending cycle of humiliation. Everyone treated him with contempt, from his condescending boss to his heartless girlfriend. Conrad who has been leaning on his petty job to ensure that he offers his girlfriend nothing but the best in life recently went through a breakup on the day of his anniversary. His ex-girlfriend was pretty convinced that he’d come crawling back to her asking for another chance. Little did they know, Conrad's destiny was about to unfold. Summoned by his father's company, he inherited the family empire, transforming from an outcast to a powerhouse. And everyone who had treated him like trash and came for his mother’s life would regret knowing his name.

They say children who have never known peace and children who have never known war have completely different values. Without a doubt, most kids fell under the category of the latter, but what happens when an unforseen circumstance takes away that life of bliss and pulls one into a more perilous life? Nox, a hybrid between two accursed races grew up with all the love and care his parents could muster, although criticized for being an abomination who shouldn't have existed, he didn't pay heed to the whispers and malicious words directed at him, as long as his parents were with him, nothing else mattered. However that peaceful life was short-lived. On a dreadful day, an organization known as the cult of d'rauh, massacred his pack and parents in cold blood, in pursuit of something within the pack's possession. He barely managed to escape death, following the last wish of his dying mother and his father. But was it truly that simple? Was there a hidden agenda behind the veil of the senseless slaughter of his kin? Well it didn't matter, whatever the reason was, Nox had no desire to know, only the desire for revenge lingered.

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

Devansh Magnus is a broke university student, a walking tragedy, and worst of all—the infamous "Leash Lover" of his department. He had spent his days chasing after Aranya Sen, worshiping the ground she walked on, doing anything to get her attention. But in the end, what did he get? She crushed him like an insect. Kicked him aside like a stray dog. And just when he thought life couldn’t get any worse—Ashen Graves nearly sent him to the afterlife. Now, standing in front of a vending machine with an empty stomach and emptier pockets, he dug around, hoping for a chump change. Nothing. Except for one single, 4ucking useless coin. He stared at it, cursing his pathetic existence. Then, out of nowhere—he just started laughing. The kind of laugh that wasn’t funny, that teetered between despair and insanity. "This is it? This is all my life amounts to? Hahaha... Fuck my life." And then—something insane happened. [Ding! Suitable Host Detected...] [Synchronizing Thoughts… The Host’s Personality Meets the Criteria for Fusion…] [Ding! Initiating Fusion…] [Ding! Fusion Complete.] [Counter-Love Wealth System Successfully Activated.] Devansh’s eyes widened as the information flooded his mind. '99 TRILLION' in wealth. More money than he could ever dream of. But there was a catch—he could only spend it on beauties. And if he successfully countered a love attack? He’d get back 10% of what he spent, plus extra rewards. For the first time in his miserable life, Devansh grinned. He had begged. He had suffered. He had been used and discarded. But not anymore. Now, he would bind those untouchable women and turn the game in his favor. He wasn’t chasing anymore. Now, they would come to him.

They thought he was dead. Buried. Forgotten. They thought they had crushed him beneath their feet, erased him from existence. But they never knew. He was coming back. And this time—mercy was dead. This time, he was war. There is only one name that makes the world tremble. Only one name that turns power into fear. ROCKY

Nicole Stanton, la joven más rica del mundo, apareció secretamente en el aeropuerto, pero los paparazzis la reconocieron de inmediato. Paparazzi A: “Sra. Stanton, ¿por qué terminó su matrimonio de tres años con el Sr. Ferguson?”. Ella sonrió y dijo: “Porque tengo que heredar mi propia fortuna familiar de mil millones de dólares…” Paparazzi B: “¿Dicen que has estado saliendo con un montón de chicos en un mes, ¿verdad?” Antes de que la heredera multimillonaria pudiera hablar, una voz seria llegó desde lejos. "No, son todas noticias falsas". Eric Ferguson apareció entre la multitud. “También tengo una propiedad que vale mil millones de dólares. Sra. Stanton, ¿por qué no hereda la fortuna de mi familia?

Hace seis años, ella fue incriminada por su malvada hermana y fue abandonada por su esposo estando embarazada en ese entonces. Seis años después, comenzó una nueva vida con otra identidad. Curiosamente, el mismo hombre que la abandonó en el pasado no había dejado de molestarla."Señorita Gibson, ¿cuál es su relación con el señor Lynch?"Ella sonrió y respondió con indiferencia: "No lo conozco"."Pero las prensas rosas dicen que una vez estuvo casada".Ella respondió mientras se recogía el cabello, “Esos son rumores. No soy tan tonta como para casarme con ese tipo, ¿sabe?”Ese día, el hombre la atrapó contra la pared en el momento en que entró por la puerta.Sus tres bebés vitorearon: "¡Papá dijo que Mamá se había vuelto tonta! ¡Papá dice que te va a curar!". Ella se quejó gimiendo: "¡Por favor, suéltame, cariño!".

Suegra: "Dejarás a mi hija inmediatamente, eres completamente un pedazo de basura que no es digno para ella".Tres días después, el yerno llega en un lujoso auto.Suegra: "Por favor, te lo ruego, no abandones a mi hija".

Ese día, mis padres y mi hermana, que estaban trabajando en el extranjero, de repente me dijeron que yo era un rico de segunda generación con billones de dólares en riqueza.Gerald Crawford: ¿Soy un rico de segunda generación?