The Recall Trials - Chapter 75: Twelve Graves Before Breakfast

Failing at the ceremony, Ethan became a Broken Carrier, the worst and weakest of them all.In this world where abilities had to be created and found through the Patterns, Ethan had no choice but to risk everything to change his fate.“So this is my Construct?” Ethan gazed at the massive gears of his core, preparing to harness a new power.The weakest carriers could always become the strongest, all that was needed were methods, desperate and risky, just like the world itself.

Wen Jiang, whose soul had failed the deification tribulation, was struck into a strange world.Here, she became the sadistic protagonist of a tragic romance, enduring a love-hate relationship that bordered on life and death. After the original protagonist was beaten to death, she was even bound to a Drawing System that catered to such tragic heroines.System: “Draw cards! I have everything you need—the Beauty and Skincare Card, the Rose Body Fragrance Card, the Pitiful and Charming Card—all the looks the male lead desires. Your mission is to assist the male lead in becoming the greatest support in the world!”The once fearsome Wen Jiang, who would draw her sword and strike anyone she disliked: “......”......In this world, humans could summon Divine Beast card spirits for combat after a great war.However, the Yunxia Empire experienced a civilizational break after a large-scale war, not as intact as the Western civilization.The West possessed the pantheon of cards systems, including the Angel System, each of which was incredibly powerful.The civilization of the Yunxia Empire was lacking; the Phoenix, the true Dragon, the legendary Four Divine Beasts, and so on, were nowhere to be found.In the world card competition, they suffered repeated defeats, subjected to endless ridicule by the Western Empire.Latter, with the Azure Dragon card in her left hand and the White Tiger card in her right, Wen Jiang stepped on the Western countries, slapping the faces of everyone in the world.System: “Where's the male lead? Where's my big male lead?”(The male lead was drawn from the cards)

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”

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.