Mr. President Begs for Remarriage After Seeing Our Kids - Chapter 1 - She’s Pregnant, The Company is in Trouble

One day, when a novelist woke up from a restless sleep,he realized that he had transformed into his 12-year-old self.

This is my first time writing so don't be disappointed if it's not as good as the top authors!I'll do my best to bring the fun!Here we go!----------Apocalype in the Urban world??an event known as the great Cataclysm was the starting point to humanity's understanding of the abstract worlds!the cataclysm tore through the reality of earth, bringing down carnage.Responsible for the reduction in humanity's population.Apex predators born from Mana itself were responsible for the decline of humanity.With the awakening of the gifted, humanity returned back to where it was!but now the protectors of humanity are nothing but shadows of their former selves!Designed to be killers, soldiers owned by their governments!with series of wars constantly breaking out, they were bred to fight and die on the battlefield!in a world where only the gifted reigns, Riley was nothing!a mere non awakened cadet, a rag, hated by his military academy!and deployed to his death on his first day of commission!faced with a life or death situation, a weakling who had nothing, no parents to mourn him!no one to miss him when he's gone, a worthless human!faced with death, he was forced to awaken!Ding!Congratulations, you have awakened three ultimate Talents/Ethereal Summoner Talent, Infinity Talent(sealed), Adaptation Talent/Class: Legendary/Your Talents has evolved from F rank to E ranks/Starting out with three ultimate Talents!with the truth of his Bloodline dawn on him!..He's forced to level up!Maxing out his summon harem, Riley's faced with series of unfortunate events!A soldier who lives to die for his government!He has no life!Would he find his? or is his fate designed to be simply a weapon for his country?Who knows!

Dani was just an ordinary high school student—until fate played its cruel hand. After losing his parents at 15, he was left alone in the world with only money to his name. Neglecting his health, he developed cancer, and while waiting for death in a hospital bed, he found solace in novels, manhwas, and manga.He often cursed the weak romance in harem stories, where the MC had power and a harem but did nothing while the women fought over him. But one novel captivated him—a masterpiece about 100 heroines, each with tragic pasts, rising to the top of the world. It wasn’t about an overpowered male protagonist but about the struggles and triumphs of these heroines.“If only I could transmigrate into this world and marry them all...”Then he died—and woke up inside the very novel he admired.But not as the protagonist. Not even as a major character.Instead, he is reborn as Dani Everhart, one of the many sons of the king, a forgotten prince with no real power or influence. He is wealthy but not a contender for the throne, overshadowed by his brilliant older brother. However, he has one advantage—his knowledge of the story.He knows the heroines' hidden pain, their struggles, their tragedies.And he refuses to let them suffer.With no grand ambitions for power, Dani sets his sights on a single goal—to make each of these women fall in love with him, forming the greatest harem the world has ever seen.But as Dani gathers heroines by his side, his actions begin to change the story itself.And soon, the world will realize—this forgotten prince is no background character.He’s about to rise.

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.”