Sorcerer of Sorcerers
Aryan is a hardworking young man who becomes the sole breadwinner of his broken family at just eighteen. With a careless, alcoholic father and two helpless younger siblings depending entirely on him, Aryan sacrifices his education and works as a delivery boy to keep his family alive.
One tragic night, while returning home from work, Aryan is hit by a car with failed brakes and left to die on a deserted highway. Despite countless vehicles passing by, no one stops to help. Aryan dies thinking only about the fate of his younger brother and sister.
After death, Aryan awakens before a mysterious divine entity who reveals himself as the creator of the universe. Unable to return Aryan to his destroyed body, the being offers him a second life in a completely different world. Desperate to protect his siblings, Aryan begs for them to be reborn with him-and his request is granted.
Aryan and his siblings are reincarnated on Planet Swaraj, a dangerous and magical world filled with monsters, swordsmen, mages, and dragons. Aryan is granted a mysterious system that tracks his abilities and offers power through combat. To survive and protect his family, he must defeat strange creatures, level up, and unlock hidden powers.
Now reborn in a world where strength determines survival, Aryan begins his journey-not for glory or power, but to ensure that this time, his family will never be left helpless again.
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Chapter 5
As we saw earlier, Aryan had taken his revenge on Suryansh. But just then, a powerful voice echoed throughout the hall.
"How dare you cause such chaos inside the Magician's Hall!"
At the same moment, a man flew down from the air, dressed in a teacher's uniform.
Seeing him, Suryansh's face lit up with joy.
"Stop right there! You ruined my face, didn't you? Now my brother will ruin your face so badly that even healing magic won't be able to fix it!"
Meanwhile, the man slowly descended to the ground.
Aryan was completely shocked. That man didn't need any magical boots to fly.
Immediately, Aryan asked the System,
"System, what level is he at to be able to fly without magical boots?"
"He is at the High God Level. That is why he can fly freely without any magical equipment," the System replied.
"What kind of level is that?" Aryan asked.
In truth, the System was the same blue light Aryan had seen before. He had simply gotten tired of calling it "blue light" and decided to name it System instead.
The System explained,
"After the Grand Tier comes the Saint Level, then the Great Saint Level, and beyond that lies the High God Level. Those who reach this stage can connect directly with nature. They can fly without magical boots and can shatter massive boulders with a single punch."
Hearing all this, Aryan felt a wave of fear rise within him-but he didn't let even a trace of it show on his face.
He focused his attention on the man who had arrived.
The man's eyes were burning red with rage as he stared straight at Aryan.
For a brief moment, Aryan felt fear creeping in-but he quickly steadied himself.
Being scared won't change anything. Whatever needs to be done, I have to do it myself.
Just as Aryan opened his mouth to speak, the man-whose name was Ayan-shouted angrily,
"How dare you leave such a deep mark on my brother's face!"
Seeing Ayan's furious expressions, Aryan understood that saying anything would be useless. He prepared himself to fight.
He used his strongest spell-Double Attack Magic.
This spell drained almost all of Aryan's energy, but at that moment, he had no other option.
As Ayan threw a punch toward Aryan, Aryan also launched his punch with every ounce of strength left in his body.
The moment their fists collided-
BOOM!
A thunderous explosion echoed through the hall.
The impact sent Aryan flying far away. He crashed to the ground and tried to stand up-but failed.
However, Ayan wasn't unharmed either. Aryan's punch had severely injured him as well, draining more than half of his energy.
Seeing this, Ayan was completely shocked.
In reality, this technique had been granted to Aryan by the System.
The techniques provided by the System had no flaws, weaknesses, or impurities. In contrast, every technique in this world had some kind of weakness.
That was why, despite being two levels lower than Ayan, Aryan had still managed to injure him.
Seeing Ayan wounded, people began whispering among themselves.
"He's two levels higher, yet Aryan still injured him."
"If Aryan were at the same level, imagine what he would've done to him!"
Hearing these whispers, Ayan's anger exploded.
He moved toward Aryan with the intent to kill.
But Aryan had already lost consciousness.
Ayan gathered all his strength and attacked-
Just as he was about to touch Aryan, a 6-foot-8 bodyguard, whose level seemed even higher than Ayan's, suddenly appeared in front of Aryan.
He grabbed Ayan's arm and threw him away effortlessly.
At the same moment, a girl stepped forward from the crowd.
"Ayan, you are abusing your position as a teacher to attack newly admitted students."
It was the Princess.
Seeing her intervene, Ayan immediately changed his tone and tried to deceive her.
"No, Princess, you misunderstand. This boy broke the rules and left such a huge scar on my brother Suryansh's face."
He showed Suryansh's injury to her.
"And when I questioned him, he attacked me instead. Look at my injuries-only then did I fight back."
The Princess replied coldly,
"Take your false story elsewhere. I watched the entire fight from the beginning. I know exactly who did what."
Ayan tried to speak again, but the Princess silenced him with a single sharp glance.
Soon, the other teachers-including the Head Instructor-arrived. Upon learning that the Princess had already handled the matter, they thanked her.
Some time later, Aryan slowly regained consciousness.
As he opened his eyes, he found himself in a room.
A beautiful girl stood before him-light golden hair, soft golden eyes, a sharp nose, and lips as soft as rose petals. She handed him a glass of water.
"Who are you... and where am I?" Aryan asked.
Before she could answer, he started drinking the water.
After a single sip, she said,
"I am Princess Babita of this kingdom."
Splash!
In shock, Aryan spat all the water onto the Princess.
"I-I'm sorry, Princess! I didn't mean to!" Aryan said, folding his hands apologetically.
At first, the Princess laughed-then she seemed to get lost in her thoughts.
Seeing her silent, Aryan slowly looked up.
Oh no... What have I done? Is she thinking about crushing me under elephants or roasting me alive?
When she still didn't respond, Aryan softly called her name-no reaction.
"Princess... Princess!" he shouted twice.
She snapped back to reality and looked at him.
Seeing her attention return, Aryan immediately said, "Sorry... sorry..."
"It's alright. Don't worry so much. It's just a dress," she said with a gentle smile.
And it's not even more expensive than you, she thought to herself.
"Thank you for forgiving me," Aryan said.
"It's no big deal," the Princess replied.
"By the way, which class are you in?"
Aryan took out his admission form.
"I'm in R1."
"Oh! That means we're in the same class."
"You too?" Aryan said, surprised.
"Come on, let's go. Classes already started late because of all this. Don't let us be late again," she said with a light laugh.
Watching the Princess smile, Aryan couldn't take his eyes off her for a moment-but then he quickly followed her to the classroom.
Inside, students were already gossiping about the fight.
"Did you see that boy? He's as handsome as he is strong!" one girl said.
"Yeah! He even injured Teacher Ayan despite being two levels lower!" another added.
"I've got a huge crush on him now. I wish he'd be my boyfriend."
"Hey! What's wrong with me? I'm prettier and stronger than you-I'd suit him better!" another girl argued.
Meanwhile, the boys were terrified.
"Bro, don't mess with him by mistake."
"Did you see that punch he landed on Ayan sir?"
Just then, Aryan entered the classroom with the Princess.
Due to weakness, Aryan stumbled-and the Princess reached out to catch him, but ended up falling onto him instead.
For a few seconds, they were lost in each other's eyes.
The boys and girls watched in jealousy.
Suddenly, a cough echoed from the doorway.
When they looked up and saw the teacher, both Aryan and the Princess froze.
Embarrassed, they quickly returned to their seats.
Aryan sat in the back, as he was a commoner.
The Princess sat in the front-reserved for royalty and nobles.
So how will the rest of Aryan's day go?
What happened to Ayan and Suryansh?
Will they seek revenge-or stay silent?
To find out, keep watching...Sorcerer of Sorcerers
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8.4
Palermo does not forgive.
Neither does it forget.
When Guerrero Valenti, the feared leader of the Vikings, vanished, the city exhaled a dangerous calm-but only for a moment. In the shadows, enemies waited. Rivals sharpened their knives. And one woman bore a secret that could ignite every street in the city.
Lucia Romano carried the child of a man who had disappeared into legend and rumor. A son who had not been claimed, not protected, not named.
The city whispered of him with venom: the bastard of the Vikings.
The boy was fragile, but he was a storm waiting to erupt. And every night, Palermo tested him. Masked men tried to snatch him from his crib. Fire, steel, and blood became his lullabies. Yet he survived. Every threat only sharpened his instincts, every scream hardened his mother's resolve.
But whispers spread faster than steel through the night-rumors of a man returning. A shadow that would claim everything, sparking fear in every heart:
Guerrero Valenti.
The father who abandoned him.
The legend whose name alone commands obedience.
The storm that will rise, carrying vengeance, blood, and fire.
And when he comes,
Every man who dared call the bastard his enemy will fall.
Every street, every roof, every whispered corner will bow to the son of Guerrero Valenti or be washed in blood.
This is the story of survival.
Of fire and steel.
Of a mother and her son.
Of a father's return.
Even the earth is getting ready to absorb blood ... the blood of those who call the legitimate son of the Vikings a "BASTARD", and collect necks........the necks of those fallen by the sword of GUERRERO VALANTI.
And upon his return Heads will bow to the one they called a BASTARD .
9.1
My husband, Dante Moretti, the feared Underboss, signed the divorce papers I slipped him without a glance. Too busy texting his true love, Sofia, he was blind to the annulment decree ending everything. The Reaper couldn't see the death of his own marriage.
For three years, I was Elena, his silent wife, the "Caged Canary," cleaning his messes while meticulously planning my escape from our loveless world.
He dismissed me for Sofia's every whim, publicly shaming me after a past love letter was read, then abandoning me again for her fake crisis.
That night, he violently shoved me against a wall, leaving me bleeding and concussed, rushing instead to protect Sofia. Discarded and injured, my invisible love became a weapon against me.
His crushing blindness, the cold realization I was a mere placeholder, fueled a profound injustice. How could he be so lethal, yet oblivious to his wife, favoring the one who betrayed him?
With chilling resolve, I uploaded Sofia's confession, initiated a massive financial transfer dismantling his empire, and staged my own death. Under a new identity, I fled to San Francisco, ready to build my power, far from his bloody, deceitful world.
7.4
In a city where data is power and truth is a weapon, some secrets are worth killing for.
Mara Quinn is a ghost in the system, an underground journalist known only as Cipher, feared by corporations and hunted by those with everything to lose. When she breaches a classified network inside Axiom Industries, she uncovers something no one was meant to see: ORACLE, a predictive AI capable of shaping human behavior on a global scale.
She expects retaliation. She doesn't expect Kael Draven.
Cold, brilliant, and untouchable, Kael is the architect behind Axiom's empire, and a man who doesn't make threats he can't execute. Instead of silencing Mara, he offers her a choice: work under his watch, or disappear from existence entirely. Trapped inside his glass fortress known as The Spire, Mara is pulled deeper into a world of surveillance, manipulation, and power plays that stretch far beyond anything she imagined.
But ORACLE isn't just a tool, it's already been used. Governments have fallen. Empires have shifted. And someone else is pulling the strings.
As a rival syndicate closes in and a hidden war erupts across the city, Mara and Kael are forced into an uneasy alliance, one built on intellect, suspicion, and a dangerous, undeniable pull neither of them can ignore.
Because in a world where every move is predicted...
the only thing more dangerous than control is feeling.
And the system is already watching.
7.5
Raven Noir, stolen and sold at birth, a lethal assassin scarred by a decade-old rape, infiltrates billionaire Damien Blackwood's elite nightclub empire as stripper, her cover to get close enough to torture and kill the man who unknowingly fathered her daughter. Damien, captivated by her icy control and commanding presence, pulls her deeper with lucrative nights and charged intimacy. But when he encounters her identical twin, the buried memories flood back. Mistaking the twin for his victim, guilt drives him to propose marriage. Devastated, Raven faces an impossible choice: expose the truth, seize her revenge, or let obsession destroy them all in a dark, slow-burn thriller of betrayal and forbidden desire.
9.2
My world shattered twice. First, the ocean claimed my son. Then, the mountain road took another, a direct sacrifice to the man I loved and the woman he chose. In the hospital, beeps marked the emptiness where my second son used to be, echoing the first loss, both involving Holden and Giana.
During the car crash, I was pinned, bleeding, and trapped. Holden, my partner, looked me in the eyes, then chose to save Giana, abandoning me and our unborn child.
Soon, I overheard Holden praising Giana for turning our tragedy into a PR win. His hollow apologies and focus on Giana’s "miracle work" reignited the brutal memory of her push and his past denials.
A decade of sacrificing my life and two children for a man who saw me as a liability left a bitter taste. His choice was clear; only profound abandonment remained.
But this time, I was choosing me. From my profound loss, a dangerous spark ignited: I would not just survive; I would find freedom and make him pay.
7.5
I run my family's political dynasty with an iron fist. From my father’s Senate votes to my own calculated engagement, every move is mine to control.
Then, in a single evening, my ambitious stepmother made her play. She used our housekeeper as a spy and orchestrated a scandal involving my fiancé and stepsister, designed to shatter my reputation and power.
They thought they could break me. Within twelve hours, the spy was dead on the marble floor of my foyer. My fiancé’s family was blackmailed into silence. My stepsister was exiled to a Swiss boarding school, and I stripped my own father of his authority for his weakness.
As for my stepmother, Bronte, I had her declared mentally unstable and forcibly taken to a remote facility in Montana, completely cut off from the world.
Everyone saw a cold-hearted coup, but they didn't know the secret I held. I had proof that Bronte had systematically orchestrated my brother’s death years ago, all to position her own son to inherit everything. This wasn't about power; it was vengeance.
But winning the war at home has put me on a much deadlier board. Now, I'm preparing for a dinner with Eldridge Marsh—the most dangerous man in Washington—who wants to decide if I'm a player he can use, or a threat he needs to destroy.