

Mark Bowen transmigrates into a high-martial-arts world but receives no "young genius" storyline. Instead, facing a midlife crisis, he activates a system that not only heals his hidden injuries but grants him the power to shatter anything in his path. This is the story of a middle-aged man climbing the martial peak. The tables turn! Don't underestimate a man at midlife! System, activate!

When Adriano Morelli realized I hadn’t submitted a single household request in three days, he called me himself for the first time in months. “Serafina,” he said, his voice smooth and patient, “the clinic has been cleared. Your file is back on priority. See? When you stop making things difficult and learn how this family works, I make sure you’re taken care of.” He always sounded the gentlest when he was reminding me who held the power. What he didn’t know was that by the time his name lit up my screen, the divorce papers were already drafted. From the outside, I had everything a woman could want: a guarded penthouse, a driver on call, designer clothes, and the last name of one of the most feared men in the city. But almost none of it was mine. The cards were monitored. Cash had to be approved. Staff took Viviana Costa’s orders before they ever listened to me. Even the wardrobe budget, my schedule, and access to the family office all ran through her hands. Adriano called it convenience. Three days ago, I was rushed into a private clinic, blood soaking through my dress, while a doctor told me there was still a chance to save the baby if the emergency deposit was paid immediately. I called Adriano until my hands shook. Viviana stalled the transfer. First there was no direct authorization. Then the amount was too large. Then Adriano was in a meeting and could not be disturbed over something that might not be serious. By the time the money came through, it was too late. The baby was gone. I had stayed with Adriano for two reasons: I loved him, and I believed that when it truly mattered, he would choose me. I was wrong about both. Our child died first. My marriage died with it.

The doctor told me I had 72 hours left, unless I got access to the newest experimental treatment. However, there was only one slot available, and my husband Bowen Liddell gave it to my sister Yvonne Lawson instead. "Her kidney failure is more critical," he said. I nodded and swallowed the white pills that would only speed up my death. In the time I had left, I got a lot done. The lawyer's hand trembled as he passed me the documents. "Are you sure you want to transfer the two billion dollars in shares?" I replied, "Yes. Give them to Yvonne." My daughter, Candice Liddell, was giggling in Yvonne's arms. "Mommy Yvonne bought me a new dress!" I said, "It looks beautiful. Make sure you always listen to Mommy Yvonne, okay?" The art gallery I built from the ground up now had Yvonne's name on the sign. "You're too kind, Kathy," she said, crying. I told her, "You'll run it even better than I ever did." I even signed all my parents' trust fund away. That was when Bowen finally gave me his first genuine smile in years. "Kathleen, you've changed. You're not so aggressive anymore... You're beautiful like this." Indeed. This dying version of me finally became the 'perfect Kathleen Sullivan' in their eyes—obedient, generous, and no longer argumentative. The 72-hour countdown had already begun, and I couldn't help but wonder what they would remember when my heart stopped for good. The good wife who 'finally learned to let go', or the woman who completed her revenge by dying?

All because I talked to a girl from school, my parents decided I was too young to date and sent me to a behavioral correction camp over winter break. I spent 14 days there before they came for me. When Mom reached for my backpack, I flinched and dropped to my knees. "Mom, I'm sorry. I'll carry my own things. Please don't touch me. You're the opposite sex." Her expression soured. "I told you to watch out for girls out there, not treat your own mother like one of them." I kept my head down and said nothing, because responding to the opposite sex was also a violation. On the drive home, Dad noticed me sitting rigid and perfectly still. He laughed, pleased. "Look at him. He's so well-behaved now." "It worked even better than I expected. We'll have our family dinner tonight and send him back in the morning. They need to straighten him out for good." I said nothing. I just turned and looked out the window. There would be no tomorrow. Tonight was my farewell gift to them.

Lucas Brown went to jail for love, yet all he got in return was indifference and betrayal. The fires of rage engulf the heavens and earth... All who dare cross him will soon pay the price!

I was pregnant, and when I went to a private club to have Ronan sign the divorce papers, he was tangled up with his mistress, Molly. Under Ronan's coercion, I drank the wine Molly handed me. But what I didn't expect was that Molly had slipped an abortion-inducing pill into the drink. I collapsed, yet Ronan left with Molly in his arms. "I'll bring in the top medical team to save the baby." he said. "Ronan, there are only eight days left on the marriage contract. We will never meet again in this life." I replied. But Ronan didn't hear me—he was too busy answering Molly's call. Fortunately, my baby survived. Eight days later, I returned to my grandfather's farm with my child, severing every last tie to Ronan. Just when I thought life would settle down peacefully, Ronan knelt at my doorstep.

"My mother was a player in a quest. Once her mission was a success, she exited this world, leaving me behind with four Dragon Kings. The first was Ethan—the Golden Dragon King who controlled over seventy percent of the Dragon Realm’s Dragon Crystal veins. The second was Nolan—the Silver Dragon King, the strongest healing dragon in the entire Dragon Realm. The third was Ryker—the Black Dragon King, the commander of the Black Dragon Legion and the most feared battle dragon in the Dragon Realm. The fourth was Tony—the Crimson Dragon King, the supreme ruler of the Dragon Council who maintained order across all dragonkind. My four Dragon King fathers spoiled me rotten for sixteen years, giving me everything I ever wanted. That was until three years ago when Chloe, the daughter of the one that got away, returned. Since then, my four fathers believed her over me. Chloe claimed that I scared her while flying in the sky, so Tony personally tore off my dragon wings. When Chloe accused me of poisoning her, Nolan forced Dragon Venom down my throat—a forbidden potion that destroyed the spiritual energy within my dragon body. Once again, Chloe insisted that I had hurt her, so Ryker ordered my claws to be removed. Chloe said she didn't want to see me anymore. As a consequence, Ethan abandoned me in the mines where lowborn dragons were exiled. As I lay there in pain, my mother’s voice rang in my ear. “Seren, do you want to come back to Mommy?”"
![[ENG DUB] Forewarned by Heaven, I Cleanse My Sect](https://acfs3.goodshort.com/dist/src/assets/images/pc/common/f901131c-default-book-cover.png)
When Lord Orion is studying the Heavenly Law in Emerald Palace, a transmigrator's soul suddenly appears in his mind with the intention to possess him. Alas, the transmigrator underestimates Orion far too much, for its soul is instantly torn into pieces by the latter's powers. That's when the transmigrator's memory fragments start unraveling inside Orion's mind. There, Orion witnesses the Great Divine Calamity that's set to happen in the future. He also witnesses himself getting attacked by the Four Supreme Saints at that time.In the future, Orion's first disciple will be captured and made the Lord of Western Order. Three thousand followers of said disciple are doomed to their fates as the mounts of the Western Order's disciples. Even Saberlight, a seemingly good and honest saint, will turn on Orion and become the Joyful God of Light.