Can a man who bought the world be sold for a bowl of food? Damian Veyron dies at thirty-something in a private jet fire—and wakes up in a future that looks nothing like the one he engineered. Corporations run nations, aliens own chunks of Earth, and children are ledger entries. Reborn as Subject 46, sold by his starving parents, half of Damian’s left brain is ripped out and replaced with cold, surgical hardware. They meant to make a controllable asset. They forgot to wipe his memory. Now he remembers everything: boardrooms, prototypes, private jets, the ease of making billions. He also remembers how to build things. His genius is a weapon no one expected—an engineer’s mind grafted to a machine interface. He hacks a terminal, finds the file that names his mother’s signature on the sale contract, and learns the ugly truth: money saved none of them. Anger and skill turn into a plan. He cracks blueprints, bends the facility’s own systems against it, and bolts for the one blind spot a corporation’s logic skipped—the sewers beneath the delivery bay. If you want corporate brutality, hard tech, jailbreaks that read like heists, and a protagonist who treats boardrooms like battlefields and blueprints like war plans—this is your book. It’s about power, price, and the hard lesson that when money fails you, everything real is made by hands and will.

Can Robots do magic? In this world, they can—and they don’t take orders anymore. One day demons that fell from the sky, and three nations chained inside a cursed land where everyone blames the Skjoldurians for their misery. At the center of it all is Brynhild Eiríksdóttir: a foul-mouthed, axe-wielding warrior with a perverted sense of humor, a taste for blood, and absolutely no shame. If you’re looking for grim battles, cursed legacies, dark history, and a heroine who laughs through it all while shamelessly flirting with every woman she meets—this is your book.