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Super Versatile System v
Fantasy Abel was beaten nearly to death by school bullies for daring to ask out the school belle. On the brink of death, he was saved by a mysterious entity, the Super Versatile System. It merged with him, granting him a host of powerful boosters.
Abel thought he was special. That illusion shattered when he was exposed to the supernatural world. Even worse, his father was taken by powerful, unknown beings, and his fate remains a mystery. Dead or alive, no one knows.
Determined to grow stronger and rescue his father, Abel swore to make the most of his new abilities. To upgrade his system faster, he had no choice but to join the entertainment industry as a boss figure. But when night falls, he becomes something else entirely, an executioner, hunting and killing the demonic beings that have escaped from another realm. You might like
She Cheated With A Pawn: The King's Wrath
Ying Luo My wife, Elena, walked into the Grand Boardroom and placed a possessive hand on her lover's chest.
Julian, a low-level associate I’d only hired as a favor to her, sat in my chair with his muddy boots on the polished mahogany table.
He blew smoke in my face and laughed.
"You're just a figurehead now, Dante. The Syndicate belongs to Elena. And since I'm the one keeping her happy at night, it belongs to me too."
Elena looked at me with cold eyes, delivering the ultimate betrayal without a shred of remorse.
"I'm pregnant, Dante. It's Julian's. We need the Moretti name for the baby, so sign the transfer papers and leave."
She believed the power of attorney documents I signed while delirious with fever had given her my empire.
She thought the mercenaries standing behind her were loyal to her checkbook.
She truly believed she could fire a Don like a mid-level manager caught stealing office supplies.
But she didn't know that in our world, loyalty isn't bought with stolen money.
And she certainly didn't know what was actually in the leather folder she was holding.
I looked at the traitor and the rat, feeling a strange, lethal sense of calm.
"You want to talk about papers?"
I tossed the real file onto the table, watching their smiles falter.
"You didn't sign a transfer of power, Elena. You signed a Renunciation of Protection."
I signaled my Enforcers, and the room exploded into motion.
"Now," I said, staring at Julian's terrified face. "Let's see how much the streets respect you without my name."