Alexei Nikolaevich Romanov SI (House Romanov Survives-Cultivation SI)

Kael Veynar, the least favored son of a powerful noble house, is cast out and exiled to the Ashen Frontier — a desolate, wind-scoured wasteland plagued by famine, banditry, and rumors of ancient curses. His title, Baron of the Ashen Frontier, is little more than a death sentence wrapped in ceremony. But Kael is no longer who he once was. Inside his body now lives the soul of Adrian Cole, a pragmatic U.S. Army lieutenant with a background in agricultural science, military logistics, and battlefield history. Armed with modern knowledge and a mysterious Danger System that warns him of threats to his life, reputation, or sanity, Adrian refuses to die quietly in exile.

In a world torn apart by rifts and constantly ravaged by countless races, the only hope of every species rests upon Lords and the Divine Chosen. Each lord, however, can only form a contract with a single Divine Chosen. Only women can become Divine Chosen. They are the inheritors chosen by the gods, and their strength and abilities are closely tied to the lord’s power of development. … A man transmigrated into this world, arriving in the body of a young man named Phield and taking his place. Before he could even breathe a sigh of relief, he learned that he was about to be exiled by his incompetent father and vicious stepmother to a corrupted land crawling with monsters. Worse still, it was not only his family that was rotten. The corruption had spread across the entire empire—no, the entire world. Cruel and corrupt nobles, cultists who worship dark elves, and conspiracies lurking everywhere all relentlessly persecuted Phield. He cast aside the kindness and cowardly personality of the original host. Awakening a lord’s talent that belonged to him alone, he longed for anything that could drag him out of the abyss. What he awakened was a legacy. While others relied on knights and their Divine Chosen to fight in battle, countless sacred figures appeared behind Phield. Looking down upon the entire world, Phield slowly said, “I do not have only one Divine Chosen behind me. A shattered era is about to be renewed.” —————————————————— For Every 400 Powerstones I Receive ，I’II Release A Bonus Chapter Weekly！（Additional 2 chapter） —————————————————— Discord:https://discord.gg/H9S8kXXFc

Ethan has SUKUNA level cursed energy { 20 fingers } He has inherited the Ten shadows technique. Will he be able to tame the Divine General? or Will he be another potential man!!? Watch Ethan travel through the problems of both MCU and JJK.

She was born to destroy demons. He was born to challenge the god realms. As an Eternal, Kelsey was raised to hate—and ultimately wipe out demon clans. However, a powerful spell seals away her memories and godly strength. Lost and unaware of her true identity, she lives among demons… only to find herself trapped in a terrifying marriage she never chose. Luca is a calamity given form—a mixed-blood demon king, a dragon of annihilation to gods and mortals alike. Yet before his new bride, he is unexpectedly gentle, attentive… and devastatingly handsome. But their love is doomed. For Kelsey’s blood belongs to the god clans, sworn enemies of demons. And when her sealed memories begin to awaken, a voice commands her to kill her husband. As gods conspire, demon factions’ rebel, and long-buried truths about their origins come to light, Kelsey and Luca are forced to confront their fated destiny. Will love overcome destiny? And when the truth of their origins is revealed, what choice will they make?

Synopsis (Very important in Webnovel) Arman was a poor boy who lost love because of money. The girl he loved married a rich man and left him alone. One day Arman discovers that he is the hidden heir of a powerful billionaire family. After years of training, he returns as a young CEO. Now he is rich, strong, and fearless. Will he take revenge… or will love change his heart? A story full of love, pain, power, and secret identity.

A soul from the modern world dies and awakens before a mystical wheel of fate. His reward: a powerful Barbarian template granting mastery over lightning and ice. A second spin grants him the legendary Leviathan Axe. Reborn three thousand years before canon events, he must carve his legend in a brutal era where strength decides destiny.

Jiang Xun wasn’t born a genius cultivator. He was born a hardcore galgame grinder. In Ethereal Immortal Destiny, while normal players were busy reading emotional dialogue, Jiang Xun was out there treating affection routes like speedrun categories. Skip text, optimize choices, min-max favorability, trigger hidden flags—no emotion, only efficiency. If love was a system, he was its exploit. If feelings were code, he was the bug that broke them. He once made the aloof master trust him—then casually walked off with the sect’s forbidden treasure like it was a tutorial reward. He once helped the demon saint “fall in love”—then used her affection meter as a ladder to trigger a full righteous faction war event. Not evil. Not kind. Just… optimized gameplay. Then the screen popped up: “✔ GAME CLEARED — WORLD RECORD ACHIEVED” Jiang Xun leaned back, ready to go outside and touch some grass. but! Black screen. Next thing he knew— He was in the game. In first person. With wind. And pain. Good news: he remembered every hidden quest, secret trigger, and broken mechanic in existence. Bad news: his character had been reset so hard he was basically a tutorial slime with memories. And worse— A thousand years had passed. The NPCs he once “efficiently interacted with” were no longer NPCs. They were final bosses now. Elegant immortals. Supreme demon queens. Sect ancestors who could sneeze and delete a mountain range. And for some reason… every time Jiang Xun tried to quietly walk away from danger, the danger politely followed him. Not aggressively. More like… curiously. Like: “Oh? You’re leaving already?” “Oh no, don’t mind me, I was just passing by this remote mountain cave at the exact same time as you.” “I swear I’m not stalking you, I just happened to cultivate for 300 years right outside your hiding spot.” Jiang Xun stared at the system. “Explain.” The system coughed. “Uh… so funny story… remember those ‘affection routes’ you speedran?” “…Yes.” “Well.” Long pause. “They all got patched into reality.” Jiang Xun froze. “…You mean what?” The system whispered: “They’re not angry.” Another pause. “…They’re just really, really attached.” From somewhere in the immortal world, a calm voice echoed through a jade talisman: “Junior Brother Jiang, I found you.” Jiang Xun immediately started packing his bags. “System.” “Yes?” “I want a refund.”

Zachary Chase never asked to be a noble. One moment he was a sleep-deprived gamer; the next, he woke up in the body of a disgraced young aristocrat in the Star Glory Empire—galaxy calendar 3030. His new "territory" is a cosmic joke: no Star Gate, bankrupt resources, a single rusted patrol ship held together by duct tape and prayers. The Empire has written him off. His rivals are circling. And to make matters worse, a mysterious Super Interstellar Fleet System just bound itself to him, offering impossible technology—T3 battlecruiser blueprints, starship engineering knowledge, and a very strange condition. Because the system's first rule? His fleet can only recruit female soldiers. But Zachary isn't complaining. While other commanders fight over politics, he starts building. No Star Gate? He'll invent one. No warships? He'll manufacture destroyers, frigates, and carriers by the dozen. His drone swarm tactics become legend. His all-female crew—backed by the system's Luck Bonus and Eye of Insight—outmaneuvers every enemy fleet that dares test him. Soon, the Empire's generals are baffled. Rival nobles are terrified. And a certain down-and-out noble is suddenly commanding a T5 fleet before the Empire even finishes researching its first prototype. Passersby beg to enlist. Recruiters offer blank checks. Even the Imperial Princess takes notice. Zachary just smiles and points to the recruitment sign: "Sorry. My starfleet only recruits female soldiers." In a galaxy where truth is measured in cannon range and power is written in starship hulls, Zachary Chase is rewriting the rules—one battlecruiser at a time.