Douluo Dalu 2: The True God King - Chapter 287: [DD2]:

For the crimes he commited, Theo was executed by the exile to the outlands, beyond the limits of human civilization, where the S-rank monsters reigned supreme.Yet, rather than feeling despair, guilt or anything else... Theo was excited.He had no memory of comitting any of the crimes he was sentenced for. Or, to be more precise, he had no memory of doing anything in this world other than sitting in the prison-coach as it drove to the edge of the civilization.And how could he not, with the system prompt hanging out in the corner of his vision, promising to activate only once he set foot in the outlands?Turn the world into blocks... and mine them out. Craft whatever your heart desire. Construct, automate, explore and exploit!But when you hear the boss music kick in...Do you run, or do you stand your ground and fight?!And what if, while you play minecraft... Others play game of thrones?

When the enigmatic and overpowered Kieran Drayke awakens in a foreign magical world after a sudden transmigration, he brings along a system unlike any this realm has ever known. The “Sovereign Architect System” doesn’t just make him invincible—it gives him the tools to build something far greater.But Kieran isn’t interested in world domination. At least, not in the usual way.Disillusioned by the world's surface-level glimmer and the rot beneath it, Kieran sets his sights on the forsaken—those discarded by society, lost in the shadows of nobility and corruption. From slums, war zones, and forgotten ruins, he gathers orphan girls of various races—elves, beastkin, humans, and more—each with untapped potential and pain behind their eyes.He trains them in secret. Guides them. Empowers them. Not as soldiers, but as a family. A hidden organization that operates behind the curtains, shaping the world while appearing as ordinary students at the prestigious Aetherion Magic Academy.Kieran himself? Just a carefree, slightly lazy transfer student with a penchant for sweets, sarcasm, and sneaking naps between classes—on the surface, at least.With a slow-burning plot that weaves magical worldbuilding, deep friendships, training arcs, casual comedy, and a cast of unforgettable girls who grow into queens of the unseen, Chronicles of the Hidden Crown explores what happens when an OP MC doesn’t conquer the world with brute force…But builds a legacy from its forgotten pieces.No betrayal. No forced drama. Just the steady rise of a secret kingdom in the shadows of a crumbling empire.

Will you forgive them or seek revenge? Forgiveness and revenge are, after all, the two inevitable outcomes when faced with betrayal—rather, the two sides to behold of the same coin. No matter how many times forgiveness surfaces, revenge is equally likely to occur.This is the tale of a man who has endured countless betrayals throughout his life. One might even say he's been betrayed by his own fate. Yet, he has always chosen to forgive and move forward with a cheerful smile. Revenge never really occurred to him— not even once.However, his life took a dramatic turn when he gets involved in a tragic accident, meeting a miserable end. But fate had other plans, and he was reincarnated in a different world. With his newly acquired body, he starts his life as a Mage Class Adventurer, only to face the dark reality of the world. The atrocities he witnessed—enslavement, smuggling, trafficking, and so on—were nothing but the tip of the iceberg. The Dark Morals of the world remained untouched.What secrets lie hidden? What darkness shrouds this world? One must join him on his journey to discover the truth. As he continues surviving in this new world with certain ambition and purpose, he also acquires a 'System' to enhance his potential. With each level and skill upgrade, he conquers the chaos and earns a title no one ever will ever be able to attain.[“Do read if you feel like reading my creation. Your support is what gives me inspiration to carry on”— El Sandra.][Note: My novel contains violence and harmful events. Reader discretion is strongly advised]

An Imperial Scholar by day. An assassin by night.The World of Cultivation has changed.Elemental Mancers. Flux Mancers. Spirit Mancers. Soul Mancers.Raining down fire and splitting oceans. Destroying mountains with a single stomp and calming skies with a glance. Controlling the tides of Karma, while wielding the souls of others like a puppeteer tugging on the Lines of Fate.The most mysterious of them all were Spirit Mancers, a truth that Theron was more than intimately familiar with. Due to one's Tribulation, his life was turned upside down. His family, his rage, his somber sadness becoming nothing more than Bad Karma's fuel for a madman.He was once a gentle young man, a non-combative Water Mancer who wanted nothing more than to read his novels to the sound of the rain and one day become an Imperial Scholar.But now...Everything had changed.He donned a cloak in the silent night as the clouds above gathered. Pulling its hood over his chilling blue eyes, he stalked off into the darkness.The first droplets fell.He would become the nightmare of his enemies, the blade hidden in the shadows of Heaven's tears.The River of the Night.