I Raised Cinderella Preciously

When the demon finally harnessed human sins and negative emotions to harvest negative energy, it opened a spatial gate to the planets that were already ravaged by monsters and teeming with dark creatures. The beasts and monsters passed through the gate, unleashing havoc upon Earth. These monstrous creatures caused destruction on a massive scale, pushing the earth toward an apocalyptic catastrophe. In this dark time, The Creator granted certain humans the ability, marked by symbols on their right hands, to wield the power of gods and angels to combat these dark creatures. My ability was 'Overthinking,' the weakest, but with hard work, I persisted for 60 years to become the most powerful and the savior of the world. However, in my final moments, I was betrayed by a friend who was born rich and noble, who forced me to die to obtain everything I had worked so hard for. Nevertheless, before my demise, I sent my memories back to my younger years. This time, I will obtain everything: the best items, the finest women, and the most potent abilities. All will be mine!

Description: Moving past the death of his only friend and teacher. Orb heads into the world to find a way to die happy and fulfilled. Though the boy who lives in the present carries the weight of something that lived in the past. A curse, a blessing, a legacy. The story of those who carry things they should never have had to, and the choices of their lives which affect them and the world as a whole. Three chapters a week. link to cover artist: https://www.fiverr.com/winda_chu?source=inbox  Usually, somewhere between 2000 and 3000 words per chapter. Notice: This will be a long, long story, so it will be a slow burn for at least the first two arcs. But if you are interested in a long, wide-ranging story, I hope you will read. Notice 2: I will be fixing the grammar of the chapter within my story, around 5 per day, starting from 25/05/2025. I have heard the grammar in the earlier chapter has been an issue for many, and admittedly, I have always sucked at that aspect, which I have gotten a lot better at over the years, so I will be redoing that. Logs and other special chapters are not included in this five-chapter count. Notice 3: All corrections are done.

After discovering the secret of the rich and why he was forever humiliated amongst his peers, Stan Gibson decided to leave the school made for the rich and elites back to the streets where he belonged. But on getting out, he was attacked by a group of tugs. At the blink of death, he was found and possessed by something called ADOTH. ***** “Adoth, what did you say you were again?” He asked with so much curiosity. [I have been called many names by different species in the universe, more often I was addressed as a system, so I guess you can call me that too. My aim which I already told you is to help my host save their planet from destruction but they have all failed in the planets which I’ve been to and now earth is next and it is up to you to save it or watch it being destroyed.]

Silence. Like a nice bucket of shhhhhhhhh. Everyone shut the effing fudge UP! That's all I've ever wanted. *Sigh.* But silence comes in different flavors. There's mint - the peaceful kind that wraps around you like a blanket. The kind I chase at 2 AM. I've cried once. Just once. With a bucket beside me, watching heroes with super suits and impossible strength tear each other apart. Somehow that feels less broken than my reality. Then there's the suffocating silence at school. Not an ice cream flavor. This one tastes like metal and shame. High school is my personal hell. Empty wallet, empty lunch tray, empty seat beside me like I'm radioactive. Empty soul on Wednesdays because middles are always the worst. *The usual.* But Emily made the silence bearable. Mint-flavored again. Until she broke something between us. *Snap.* One moment she's whispering secrets with me, the next she's weaponizing them. She scattered my private thoughts, added her own twisted lies. The betrayal burns hotter than the stares drilling into my back. I went from invisible to spectacle. Being a ghost feels like luxury when you're dodging spit balls and "accidental" lunch trays. But somewhere between my third panic attack and contemplating switching schools... *Something shifted.* Like in those games you play, when your character suddenly glows and the screen flashes: "New Skill Unlocked" And it wasn't just in my head. I tested it. Small things at first – a pencil moving across my desk when I focused hard enough. Then books. Then someone's lunch tray right as they walked past Emily. *tap tap tap* I used to think rock bottom was the end. *Well ladies and gentlemen,* it's just a really messed up spawn point. And now? I don't stumble from cliffs anymore. I swim in gravity, and dive head first.

What will you do when your world suddenly turn into a MMORPG? A certain student : What?! Am I facing an apocalypse? Then of course I will hoard supplies and become the richest Lord!

"Yeah, listen up. I want to order a pizza, but don’t screw this up, alright? I don’t have time for incompetence from some broke ass pizza delivery guy.” That's the first thing Niko heard when he answered the phone, “who the hell orders pizza like that?” He sensed the arrogance from whoever was behind that thick voice over the phone. But he ignored the rudeness and asked him “Sure, sir. What can I get for you today?” “Dumbass I already said I want a large pizza. What else do you sell if not pizza?” Things like this always made Niko hate his job, he'd been working in that pizza shop for almost a year and he never got used to all the insults and harsh treatment. But he was willing to keep enduring all of it as long as it fetched him some money to take care of himself and his girlfriend Vikkie.

In the cutthroat crucible of the city’s elite, Warren Buffet, a working-class man, was crushed under the weight of betrayal. Fired from his job, penniless, and struggling to provide for his wife and two kids, he returned home one fateful day to a soul-shattering sight: the city’s youngest billionaire defiling his matrimonial bed with his wife. The gut-punch didn’t end there. His wife, dripping with contempt, revealed the twins he’d raised for eight years weren’t even his. She sneered, calling him a deadweight, a failure who could never match her lavish desires. Divorced and discarded, she spat venomous truths that left Warren broken, his world in ashes. Not only that, Out of vexation he had used his belt on the youngest billionaire when he caught them so he had him set up and sent to prison... Not just any prison. Blackthorn! A hell on earth! The billionaires hands extended beyond the impenetrable prison to make life a living hell for him. But the city underestimated him. Fueled by rage and a burning need for retribution, Warren stumbles upon a mysterious ring—a dark artifact that anoints its bearer as the unchallenged king of the underworld. Imbued with unparalleled martial prowess and ancient medicinal knowledge, the ring awakens a new Warren, one forged in fire and vengeance. Every step he takes unravels treacherous alliances, crushes moral dilemmas, and obliterates those who dared to scorn him. Warren Buffet isn’t just rising—he’s rewriting the rules of power, and no one will ever call him deadweight again.

Born and bred in the heart of Dansoman, Tero Mandem never had a silver spoon—just street smarts, scars, and survival. Abandoned by his father and raised by a market woman mother, Tero grew up in the cracks of Accra’s toughest corners: Lapaz, Mataheko, and the deep ends of Dancity. By seventeen, he had made his name feared. By twenty-one, he was leading a gang, living fast, and chasing fame through music, money, and madness. With his boys — Problem, O Don, O Von, Lovelone, and Biggie — they ran the blocks like kings without crowns. Studio by day, street by night, they were untouchable. Tero’s voice carried weight both on mic and in chaos. But the life came with a price — blood, betrayal, broken trust, and brushes with death. Fame wasn’t enough. The cheers grew quieter. The shadows got louder. When the streets turned cold and everything he built started falling apart, a moment came — in a police cell, heart racing, blood on his hands — where Tero saw more than the mess. He saw a man he didn’t recognize. And then, through an encounter he never expected, he found light. TERO MANDEM is a story of grime and grace. It’s the journey of a young Ghanaian man torn between power and purpose, sin and salvation, chaos and Christ. From backstreets to backstabbing, from betrayal to the Bible, Tero’s transformation is raw, real, and revolutionary. This isn’t just a gang story. It’s a redemption anthem. And when the street speaks, it speaks through scars — but also through the healing that follows.

"Mother," I opened my eyes. Everything around me is a haze. I gazed at the candlelight. It was wobbling from side to side. I noticed a woman seated near me, but everything was fuzzy. I heard a voice unexpectedly. It was a woman's voice, echoing in my ear. She was singing a low-toned lullaby. "Mother, is it you?" I heard my name, "Maxilin, I am here." "Mother," I said with a tremble in my voice. I have no idea what's wrong with me. I reached out cautiously to touch her, but she was out of my reach. "Where are you, mother?" "Oh, my beloved, try to hold me, come here, " "Mother," Maxilin tried to stand up, but he was too weak. Maxi narrowed his eyes in an effort to see her face clearly, but he couldn't because everything was fuzzy. A woman in a white outfit moved in front of his sight. Maxi took a few steps forward while still gripping the chair. "Mother, don't leave," he murmured, dizzily. As he said, he saw in his fuzzy vision that someone had opened the door. "Mother, please don't leave me," Maxilin pleaded. He let go of the chair's hold and dashed behind her. "Mother, don't leave me. Wait." In his frail state, he shouted and followed her. "Huf". In the middle of his path, he stopped. "Mother, you've left me here alone," "Maxi," he heard the voice unexpectedly. Maxi glanced up and looked around. It's all clear now, but he's stuck in the midst of the woods. He gazed up at the sky. A giant moon was staring at him, and a horde of deadly, voracious creatures were roaring around him. "Son," someone touched his shoulder, he looked back, saw a terrifying creature standing in front of him. "Hello, dear."

I was abandoned, humiliated, and looked down on. But after gaining the system, I’ll make everyone bow before me, no matter how impossible the system’s quests are.