4 Book(s) Related to cosmic professional gladiator

On a day that Rowan had nowhere to go, he found Eleanor in the tea room with a book in her hand. She wore a simple white dress and was draped over the couch as if she were posing for a painting. Her dark curls fell behind her and he faltered for a moment. She really was the picture of beauty. Fair skin, rosy cheeks, a soft look. Unlike him, dressed in simple khakis, with a tunic tucked into them.

He wanted more of her. More than she could possibly be willing to give. Rowan knew Eleanor felt something that night, but he was sure that it was a spur-of-the-moment feeling. Eleanor had never been with a man before, and she was now living with one. She was innocent in that aspect. She knew nothing of the world of pleasure.

Rowan had been with many women in the past, but he never wanted them like he wanted Eleanor. He strived for something more than physical. He wanted to know what it felt like to feel her soft body on his. He wanted her to want him. Need him. More than someone who answered her questions or did things for her.

There was a heavy sense of shame that came with these feelings. Eleanor Louis was nothing more than a mission to him and he was jeopardizing everything because his stomach fluttered every time she was near.

He could not have her. She would not have him.

He needed to get that.
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He hated the noble.

Nobility was all she knew.

He wanted to bring them to their knees.

She wanted to escape from under them.

Marriage was approaching quickly from the horizon, could they find a common ground before then?

"Draft notice, Player 7,445,212. Your urban entropy has been requisitioned. Debt: One Existential Constant. Interest accrues immediately.”

For twelve years, Leo has walked into forgotten places—abandoned churches, dead malls, sealed subway stations—looking for any sign of his father, a transit worker who vanished without a trace. All he found was a single work boot on the tracks of Grand Street Station.

Then a text message appears on his phone. A message he didn't send.

Come to the railyard. I need someone to see this.

His friend Jin shows it to him. Her face is pale. "You really didn't send this?"

"I really didn't."

"Then who did?"

Leo doesn't have an answer. But that night, he dreams again.

This time, it speaks.

You've been looking for me your whole life.

Leo wakes up gasping, the taste of burned paper on his tongue.

He goes back to the railyard.

The ground opens beneath him.

Bones at the bottom. His father's jacket among them. A pale hand reaching up from the pile.

And a voice inside his head.

Welcome, Player 7,445,212.

Leo falls into the dark. Hands grab at his clothes. His hair. His face. Something tears at his chest.

When he opens his eyes, he is not in the railyard anymore.

He is in a mall that should not exist.

Mannequins turn their heads to face him.

Behind the canned music, the dead air hums.

And a number hovers in his vision.

Sanity: 98%

The Game has begun.

He did not choose to play.

But the Interlocutor does not care what he wants.

The world had transformed into a brutal battlefield ever since the dimensional gates opened. Humanity now depended on Pets to survive. Killian Moretti, constantly mocked as worthless trash with no talent, became trapped in a life-or-death situation that triggered the awakening of an ancient power: the Hidden Evolution Eye. With the ability to see secret evolutionary paths unknown to the System, Killian began synthesizing trash caterpillars into cosmic dragons. Alongside Bianca Valenti, a loyal tactical genius, Killian challenged arrogant young masters, greedy conglomerates, and even the god who created chaos itself. This is the story of a rise from the absolute nadir to the supreme throne of the ruler of the cosmos.