I Raised Cinderella Preciously

No one came any closer to me since I began to hear voices. It was as if I possessed some kind of aura that attracted everyone, like a field that attracted people. I was either insane or a monster, which I suppose I could be, according to everyone at school. I was able to hear what others were thinking, but no one else seemed to be able to, and some of them remembered me from first grade, when everything first started. I was able to focus better on school because I was isolated, and I loved to do well in school. Since I learned how to silence the voices, at least it had. Before that, I was unable to think in light of the consistent clamor of every other person's brain pounding me constantly.

I've never wanted this life for myself—this life filled with perils and evil. It's like a dream I can never escape from—a dream which I'm forever stuck in. Heh, no one ever wanted this life or ever wished for it. You'd be either insane or extremely evil to wish for this kind of life—the life where you don't have a choice over anything—the life where you're bound by your deepest desires. I never wanted to enter into the supernatural world. I never wanted to come across the Crimsones[1], Lycanthropes[2], demons and the rest. I never wanted to be involved in anything pertaining to the dark and supernatural world. I had always yearned for freedom and not servitude. But of course I was wrong all along. I had been delusional, thinking I'd be able to escape it all—to escape from fate. I never knew I would be pulled into this mess, becoming one of those dark creatures which roam about in the ungodly night. I never wanted to be a merciless predator who was also a prey to another predator (what a food chain!). But all is good. No matter what I shall not alli myself to degenerate into a heartless monster who only knew how to tear flesh, spill blood and break bones. I cannot allow my desires to pull me down. I cannot be corrupted by the abyss! My name is Daniel Stark and what I'm about to tell you is a real life horror. I don't know what you call horror or romance or fa Intasy but this story I'm about to tell you, you need to listen attentively and not miss a bit of information. This is my story—one beginning with pain.

"Congratulations, my Heir," a mysterious figure declared, "you have proven your worth, and you're now the Heir to the God of Healing and Medicine, Elandor!" Suddenly, I found myself in excruciating pain, hanging on the edge of a hill. The figure's words barely registered, and I felt like I was forgetting something crucial. Before I could make sense of it all, I blinked, and the pain was gone. My wounds had vanished, replaced by a newfound strength. There, around my neck, hung a gemstone amulet. I gasped as the amulet shone, flooding my mind with knowledge. "In the realm of healing, I'm the ultimate arbiter of life and death. As Elandor's heir, I command over ailments and the frailty of life. I am the embodiment of healing's power and authority." As memories flooded back, I realized why I was here. Darius Blackthorn, that treacherous scoundrel, had thrown me down this hill. "I won't let you get away with this. I'll have my revenge for all the pain you caused me. I'll show those Rossi family snobs who mocked me for being poor and treated me like a live-in servant. You'll regret ever looking down on me. I'm a god's heir, and you will pay for every bit of suffering you put me through." Fueled by rage, I stood there, determined to make them all pay.

"Kill them all...Burn it down..." Those are the words I heard echoing in my head ever since the day I woke up in Lorelei. The voice sounds familiar. I've heard it before. But would it be crazy if I said it sounded like me? Would it be crazy...if I said i remembered dying? Utterly rediculous. To repeat the same thing over and over, expecting a different result while changing absolutely nothing. I was the son of a Duke and a commoner in a foreign land. Through pain and suffering, I somehow managed to marry a beautiful Princess of that land. You know...after my father got eaten by a dragon. And after being locked in a dungeon and tortured by her insane sister... But none of that matters now. Because my world lies in ruins. Everyone I've ever known is dead. All except my beloved, who stands to protect me with her shield. But I don't mean to say that things have been destroyed... What I mean, is much simpler. Avernia is gone. Gone forever. Lost to the plague I called 'The Black Ooze'. But I'll avenge it. I'll kill the one responsibke for massacring my family and destroying my world. They'll regret having made an enemy out of me. Because the sword I wield is called Vengeance. The Overseer sword. The Omni-Weapon. No matter the cost...I will have vengeance. I'll kill them all. I'll burn everything down. Author's note: I sincerely hope you enjoy my work, but keep in mind that I am my own editor and I don't see everything. there might still be a few errors. Sorry! This is an original work.

I was a disgrace to the Prestwick family—a poor, unwanted son-in-law they wished their daughter had never married. She had chosen me for my looks, but now, even that wasn’t enough. She wanted out. A divorce. To erase me from her life and marry into wealth like her family had always intended. But I loved her. Despite the insults, the humiliation, the way they treated me like dirt beneath their feet—I refused to let go. That was my biggest mistake. Frustrated by my defiance, my brother-in-law took matters into his own hands. He killed me, tossing my body into a cold, dark river, leaving me to sink into oblivion. I should have died. I did die. But before I took my final breath, a man appeared before me, cloaked in shadow, his voice like a whisper from the abyss. "What is your last wish?" I should have begged for revenge. I should have cursed their names. But all I wanted was one more chance. One more chance to live. And so, I was granted life again. But I was no longer the same. My soul was no longer my own. My body was no longer mine to control. Because I had been reborn as something far more powerful. I was no longer John Prestwick. I was the Devil himself.

The sincerity I gave to the woman I loved was in vain. Like everyone else, she saw me as an embarrassment and only wanted to take advantage of me. Until I know my true identity, they won't be able to do what they did before. I will repay them with everything I have without trying because I am greater than them.

On our third wedding anniversary, I lit candles, cooked her favorite meal, and waited. She said she was working late. I went to surprise her. Instead, I found my wife walking into a hotel with another man—laughing, kissing—while I stood in the street like a fool. That night, I filed for divorce. The next day, her lover shoved me into traffic. The car should have killed me. Instead, I woke up with a power I can’t explain—five frozen seconds where the world stands still, and only I can move. Five seconds to expose a lie. Five seconds to ruin an enemy. Five seconds to make them choke on every ounce of humiliation they gave me. They took my love, my trust, and the life I built. Now I’m taking everything from them—slow enough that they’ll see it coming, and fast enough they can’t stop it. She betrayed me. They tried to bury me. But I’m not the man they remember. I’m the man they’ll regret ever crossing.

In the fourth year of the apocalypse, humanity was on the brink of extinction. I did not perish under natural disasters or fall victims to zombies, but tragically met my end at the hands of betrayal and greed from my companions. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself five years past! In that year, apocalypse had yet to arrive, and my loved ones and friends who had truly cared for me were still alive, untouched by various reasons and my indiscriminate kindness… I am determined to correct the mistakes of my previous life in this new one. There’s still time to change everything! Reborn like a phoenix, I swear that, in this life, I will rather be a leader than a follower. I will do everything in my power to ensure that I and those I care about live well. Those plutocrats who squeezed the last drop of blood from us, those corrupt leaders who treated the lives of ordinary people as worthless, those complex and greedy groups, those awakened individuals who activated their talents but remained timid and cowardly, pushing ordinary people and responsible awakeners as scapegoat—This time, I’m coming for you. I swear, I will make you crawl at my feet! In this ruined world, I will rebuild the human habitat and restore an era of peace and prosperity! I will be the creator of this new world! I will be the king of the new era! I will be the new Legend!

Bruce Baron was nothing more than a cleaner struggling to keep his sick father alive. Mocked by the rich, humiliated by his ex-fiancée, and falsely accused of theft at an elite engagement party, Bruce’s life spiraled into ruin. Framed by the powerful Richardson family and given an impossible choice by a corrupt mayor to pay a one-million-dollar fine or spend ten years in prison. Then everything changed. After collapsing from grief and exhaustion, Bruce awoke in a luxury hospital, only to discover a truth that would shake his world: he’s not a nobody, he’s the long-lost heir to the trillion-dollar Baron Consortium. His real mother, Lady Scarlet, has finally found him after twenty-five years of hiding him from murderous family enemies. Now reborn into wealth and power, Bruce has only one mission: vengeance. With money, influence, and a new identity, Bruce begins his revenge. The same people who spat on him will now kneel. The ex-fiancée who betrayed him, the landlord who destroyed his family, the corrupt mayor who chose status over justice; all have debts to pay. But revenge comes at a cost. As Bruce climbs the ladder of power and dominance, will he remain the same man his father raised? Or will he lose himself in the world of wealth and wrath?

In a world where mortals strive to defy the heavens, where mountains float and oceans roar with spiritual beasts, the cultivation world stands on the edge of chaos. The Radiant Court rules above all—seven Thrones, unshaken for ten thousand years. They decide who rises. They decide who falls. But there is a legend whispered in silence. A name spoken only in riddles. A figure who once stood above the heavens… and walked away. Chen Fi. No one knows where he came from. No one knows how strong he truly was. Only the oldest cultivators remember the tremble in the world when he last raised a hand. They say he once refused the title of Immortal Emperor. They say he gave up the Nine Dao Thrones. They say he saw something beyond power… and chose peace. Now, hidden in a quiet valley unknown to most maps, he lives as a humble hermit—drinking tea, fishing under cherry blossoms, and raising a single orphan boy. But peace never lasts. When the world begins to stir—when arrogant sects send disciples to claim his land, when the Thrones grow fearful of a man they could never control—old echoes awaken. Chen Fi does not seek conflict. But should conflict find him… He reminds the world why it once knelt.