Judgment Higashi

Nathan Beck was never meant to be a hero. Life chewed him up, spat him out, and left him hollow. A ghost in his own skin, haunted by grief and disillusionment. But death offered him something else: A new viewpoint. And a question no one else was asking. Now reborn as Hidesuke Shinohara, a forgotten, F-tier “hero” in the brutal world of Arc Zenith, he's granted an ominous, forbidden power: The Final Verdict System. It doesn’t hand out points. It doesn’t reward popularity. It exists for one reason alone: To pass judgment on the heroes who think they’re untouchable. In a world where saviors wear pretentious masks and villains are manufactured scapegoats, Hidesuke becomes the razor’s edge between false light and true shadow. As he climbs the twisted hierarchy of power, surveillance, and illusion, his blade becomes justice. As he hunts them one by one, his judgement zones carve truth into lies. Every sentence burns a legacy. Every sin carries a weight. And real justice finally gets a voice. - - - - - - - The alley was soaked, wall to wall with blood and rain. C-tier Hero "Rot" slammed Hidesuke through a rusted vent, sending shards of metal skittering across the floor. “You don’t get to judge me, you fucker!” he roared, face littered with ugly wounds and eyes wide with fury. Hidesuke coughed, blood in his teeth, and pushed himself up. “Thirty-five victims,” he rasped. “How many more must go down in silence before you feel any remorse?” Rot surged forward again, his palm bursting with hydroforce. Hidesuke didn't dodge. All conditions were met. It was time to end this. > “I bear witness.” Then the world around them split in half. Light scorched the pavement as the Judgment Zone warped reality, replacing every structure within the radius. The rain stopped midair. Sound bent in place. Everything froze except Hidesuke—and Rot, now locked inside with him. > “Violation of Article Nine.” > “You turned their lungs into breeding sites for your filthy worms.” Rot screamed, lunging again. But the chains found him first, wrapping around his legs, arms, throat. They hissed against his skin, burning through his armor and piercing his flesh. > “Sin Weight: 46.” > “Victim Count: 35.” > “Verdict confirmed.” Hidesuke walked toward him, limping slightly, voice steady. > “They desperately begged you for air. Yet you used them like lifeless objects.” > “Let this be your last breath.” His hand closed around the final seal. The glyphs flared red—then white. Veil didn’t get a last word. - - - - - - - [ ! ] If you've been looking for a story with a unique plot and background, congrats you've found the one. Don't waste any more time. Dive right in... p.s. try not to drown. [ ! ] Discord server dropping soon.

WSA He was supposed to die. A sword in his chest. His loved ones turning their backs. A world calling him monster. But the grave could not hold Zairen. Reborn in blood and ruin, he rises again—no longer the forgotten prince… but the Villain the world will never forget. With Red eyes that burn like judgment and a soul carved from vengeance, he will reclaim everything stolen from him. Not for justice. Not for mercy. But because it hurts more that way. Kingdoms will fall. Gods will bleed. And the name Zairen will be carved into history— Not as a hero. But as the one who burned paradise to ash… The one Crowned in Blood.

Spies die in silence. Saints burn in light. Era might do both. After a lifetime of covert operations and moral compromises, Era hoped to spend her exile in quiet prayer at an English monastery. But when a corpse levitates during evening vespers and the sweet old nuns start collecting its blood like holy wine, she realises she’s stepped into something far older and far worse than sin. Soon, she’s in the custody of H.V.N, a shadowed agency that doesn’t serve any country, but answers directly to the gods. Plural. And they’re not happy. Because Era wasn’t meant to get involved. Now, she has two choices: execution… or servitude. Her only option is to survive the God's trials, prove herself useful, and perhaps earn a place in a pantheon-bound war where saints are spies and magic comes with contracts. But Era’s never played by anyone’s rules-least of all gods with agendas. And the deeper she falls into their tangled world of relics, prophecy, and judgment, the more she begins to suspect this wasn’t an accident at all. Maybe Era was never just an unlucky witness. Maybe she was the trigger.

There is no god. Only the executioners. When the world turned its back on justice, the System awakened — not to save, but to punish. After a brutal death after doing a good deed, a young man is chosen by an ancient, sentient system designed to deliver absolute judgment. He is reborn into the body of Elias Grayes to be a judge and executioner to the sinners but he is not the only one. Kill the guilty. Uncover the origin. Burn the world clean. In a world rotting from within, how far would he go to make it righteous?

They were her world - her ride-or-die girls, her soulmate, her safe place. Until they turned her life into hell. Aliza was once the vibrant, carefree girl lighting up her college campus. But everything crashes when her closest friends - Rhea, Sana, and Meher - rip her reputation apart. Whispers become screams, lies become legacy, and the halls she once laughed in now echo with judgment. And Aryan - the boy she loved, the boy she begged - walked away without looking back. Publicly shamed. Emotionally wrecked. Utterly alone. But pain? That became her power. Years later, the girl they buried under rumors returns - not just alive, but unbreakable. Aliza isn't here to forgive. She's here to dominate. With wealth, influence, and a name that now commands fear... She's not out for closure. She's out for ruin. "You thought you destroyed me? You were just the beginning."

Ren Kuroda, a college student and hardcore gamer, finally conquers Eternal Souls: Last Judgment, an unbeatable RPG, only to be met with a strange message on his screen. “Congratulations, Champion. Would you like to unlock the bonus stage?” When he clicks "Yes," he is transported straight into the game world, reborn as Terence Ross, the overlooked third son of a minor noble family. Realizing he’s just an extra in a world teetering on ruin, Ren trains relentlessly to survive the coming chaos. However, life wasn’t smooth sailing. He was soon engaged to Lilith Underwood, the girl destined to become the game’s final boss, the Third Great Calamity. To avoid her devastating future, Ren takes a risky approach, trying to make Lilith emotionally dependent on him in the hopes of anchoring her humanity. Yet, his plan backfires spectacularly. Lilith’s attachment becomes a fierce obsession, one that could be just as dangerous as her dark powers. Now, as doom inches closer, Ren faces a double-edged crisis. He must keep Lilith’s powers in check while somehow surviving her unrelenting need to keep him by her side. In a world where even heroes fall, can an extra rewrite his fate? Or will he be claimed by the calamity he tried to prevent? ---- Join the discord: https://discord.gg/m5ZNWqG3ZP

(Warning: This novel has an r18 tag and contains mature content.) Adyr, once a notorious serial killer, met a brutal end and welcomed death as the final judgment for his sins. But he awoke in a parallel Earth, where the rich alter their genes and superhumans are the norm. Believing some unknown force had given him a second chance, Adyr buried the monster within and chose a quiet, normal life. For eighteen years, he lived in poverty with his family, suppressing his urges and forcing himself to be human. Until the day he entered a new VRMMORPG. A game that doesn’t just alter virtual stats but mutates real genes and pushes players toward evolution. While every player chose from four known Paths, Adyr was given a fifth. One that no one had seen before. And with each evolution, the bloodlust he had buried returned, turning him back into the villain he once was. The kind that made even gods afraid to speak his name. *** Follow me on Instagram for character illustrations. Instagram: goldenlineagenovel *** Reader Goals; 50 Golden Tickets = 1 Extra Chapter 150 Power Stones = 1 Extra Chapter 1 Magic Castle = 2 Extra Chapters

Cassian was the heir to Evergreen Palace—until the empire crumbled, his father was imprisoned, and high society turned its back without hesitation. Now, he lives in shadows, barely making ends meet, haunted by betrayal and a promise he made to himself: they will all pay. A small coffee shop becomes his refuge in a quiet corner of the city. It’s the place he meets Noah—calm, enigmatic, and strangely familiar. Noah doesn’t look at him with pity or judgment. He sees him. And for the first time in months, the weight of survival feels a little lighter. But love is a luxury he can’t afford—not when every step forward is a move in a game of vengeance. Still, as secrets unravel and the past comes calling, he finds himself torn between the justice he craves … and the person who just might save him from himself.

Evelyn was certain she had met her end. The last thing she saw was a towering mutant lunging at her, its grotesque form a result of the very catastrophe that had wiped out most of humanity. But instead of death, she opened her eyes to a time when Earth was still livable—three months before the NASA satellite crash that had killed half the population and the nuclear plant collapse that had turned those who live near them into mindless mutants. This time, she refuses to be a helpless survivor. She will fight, prepare, and save those she lost in her past life. But unlike the reborn protagonists of novels, she has no hidden wealth, no space filled with supplies—just her knowledge of the future and a determination to survive. As she scavenges for essentials, she stumbles upon an unexpected burden—a small child who clings to her, calling her Mommy. Alone and vulnerable, the little girl would never survive the horrors to come. Against her better judgment, Evelyn takes her in. But protecting herself was hard enough. Can she shield an innocent child from the apocalypse while rewriting the fate of the world?

“You wanted to be him,” Thimblewick said, cold and sharp. “Now live as him, and clean up the mess you've created.” Cal just wanted the game, the stories, the late nights; But the repercussions of the world he created dragged him under. Now he's Verek Solheim—the mage he once played, and the rules don’t matter. Monsters are living disguised as citizens, ancient gods are bleeding. Ezreal’s cursed. Dax’s carrying warriors guilt. Caylen’s got secrets stacked high. They’re chasing fragments of a five headed dragon queen; that don’t just hold power, they come with a price. Through ruins, trials, and dungeons that bleed nightmares. Every step pulls them closer to something old and hungry. It's not all grand fights here. This isn’t a hero’s story; It’s about blood and grit and what it takes to carry the judgment of the gods.

[Ding! You have extracted the Dragon Empress’s unborn child. Do you wish to claim it as a pet?] [Ding! You have extracted all the impurities from the Starlight Sword. Its rank has been upgraded from Epic to Legendary!] [Ding! You have extracted the skill: Lightning Judgment Lv100.] [Ding! You have extracted the unique Class Blood warlock!] … After dying at the hands of the God of Destruction, Gabriel found himself in the body of an insignificant character in the game Realm of Ascendancy, before its launch and convergence with reality. Witnessing the world being obliterated before his eyes, along with his friends and family, Gabriel swore to make a difference in this timeline. Armed with the God-tier Extraction Talent, follow him as he uses his knowledge of the game’s future to manipulate both NPCs and players, turning them into powerful lackeys who will lay down their lives for him without hesitation. And all he needed to do was fulfill the unique condition set by the mysterious goddess who granted him a second chance. “The skills of those you kill? Yours.” “Their strength, their talent, their souls? Yours.” “Their loot? Yours.” “Their class? Yours!” “The resources of the universe? Yours!” “Their experience points? Yours!” “You will devour the power of the strong and rise beyond the heavens.” “Kill, KILL, KILL, KILL! Kill everything that blocks your path—monsters, humans, gods, whatever! Slaughter them and extract!!”

Kaen Vale died in a bar fight. He woke up on a throne. Wearing a villain’s face. In the middle of the world’s final battle. Now stuck inside the body of Rael Ithos—the Archmage King, final boss of the realm, and public enemy number one—Kaen has one goal: don’t die again. Unfortunately, the heroine destined to kill him is absurdly hot, terrifyingly competent, and charging straight at his face. With zero magic, borrowed memories, and a cloak that won’t stop flirting, Kaen must bluff his way through assassins, war councils, divine politics, and one very judgmental talking collar. He’s not the villain. He just looks like one. Magic, romance, reincarnation—and pure, unfiltered panic.

WARNING!!! -Explicit and Dark Romance- For years after Livana lost her sight, she lived in the gilded cage of her family’s expectations—engaged to the man chosen for her, confined to the shadows while he managed the empire her mother left behind. But blindness didn’t make her powerless. She heard everything. The whispers in the other room. The treachery in her fiancé’s voice. The betrayal woven into every conversation with her cousin, all caught by the devices she secretly planted. She had a plan to escape—one she’d crafted meticulously. Until her sister proposed something far more dangerous. Involve the Blackwells. Their family’s most hated rivals. The ones Livana had been raised to despise. And the man her sister suggested? *Damon Blackwell.* The arrogant bastard who had tormented her since childhood. The same man she’d once—*against her better judgment*—ended up in bed with after being drugged and set up. The idea was reckless. Madness. But the thought of burning her engagement to Knox to the ground, of watching her father and stepmother’s fury as she tied herself to their enemy? Delicious. What she didn’t expect was Damon’s obsession. He was ruthless. Unhinged. Exactly what she should have anticipated from the heir to the Blackwell mafia. But Livana was no damsel. If he thought he could control her, he was wrong. She had her own games to play. And this time, she wouldn’t be the one losing.

Li Huowang found himself teetering on the edge of reality, ensnared in a perplexing quandary. Was he languishing in the sterile confines of a hospital room, or was he ensnared in a cultivation world where survival was a daily gamble? The lines between the tangible and the imagined blurred, with each realm asserting its authenticity while dismissing the other as mere figments of illusion. Embark on an odyssey with Li Huowang as he navigates through this enigmatic existence. Delve into a universe where the arcane arts of cultivators intertwine with the unspeakable terrors that lurk in the shadows. In this world, existence itself is a precarious balance. Original Synopsis: The Bizarre Path to the Heavens, 'Dao', a narrative woven with the surreal tapestry of Deities and Immortals. But what is truth, and what is mere fantasy? Amidst the maelstrom of his own harrowing ailment, Li Huowang grapples with discerning the real from the unreal. Yet, it is not just the enigma of these otherworldly beings that clouds his judgment; it is the specter of his own affliction, a malady that threatens to unravel the very fabric of his being. He is sick, very seriously ill......

In this lawless realm of martial arts, I unsheathe my sword and ascend, its blade cutting through the emptiness, devoid of guilt or remorse. In a world where no being adheres to the Dao, I execute judgment with the sharp edge of my blade. Beneath the icy scrutiny of the starlit sky, I brandish my sword with disdain. The journey to the Great Dao is fraught with challenges, but with a single stroke of my sword, I carve a path, standing supreme and unparalleled!

"Kneel,” she commanded, her voice sounding like that of an ancient. I was bemused. “I beg your pardon?” I asked. “You have no idea who you are dealing with.” “Oh, I know precisely who you are,” she replied. “Alpha Mätrang, the Crowned Prince of Ngäerawa. Säli has been whispering to me.” “Now kneel before the daughter of Säli, the first of her kind.” “The goddess forbid me from kneeling—” My knees were already kissing the ground before I could continue. My eyes widened with disbelief. “This… this is impossible,” I said.Agonizing pain seared my lower back as strings of words unfurled from her mouth. The mist crept towards me slowly. My skin scalded where the mist kissed. Each breath I drew felt like my last. She cocked her head. “Nothing is impossible for Säli.” ..... Centuries ago, Säli males arrogated the rights of the females, stripping them of any illusion of freedom. They maintained an antediluvian belief that females were slaves, turning them into breeders. The way they comported themselves, one would think they were the ones gifted by the goddess Säli, that they possessed the moon’s powers. The females were once bestowed with gifts from the goddess, but now they're saddled with suffering. But that was before the moon goddess Säli decided to put an end to the suffering by planting seeds in a female's womb. Nine moons later, she delivered a girl, Txälina, one who was born beneath the red moon, one who could command the world to its knees. Just as she was conferring upon the males a taste of their torment, she was interjected by the crowned prince of the realm, Mätrang. He thought she was a monster, but when he found out she was his mate, he was bemused. He would need to take her to the king for judgment for the massacre she created, but the pull of the mating bond was difficult to resist. And if he gives in to the mating bond, it would affect his position as the crown prince of the realm. Please note: This book is an adult Werewolf fantasy book that includes dark elements that might be triggering for some.

Melanie Collins was the perfect wife—caring, strong, and dependable. For the last few years, she had managed her husband’s messy family, and business alone while waiting for her husband to return from studying abroad. But when he finally came back, Melanie’s world fell apart—he wasn’t alone. Along with him was his 'best' friend. Broken and confused about the change in her husband, Melanie didn’t know where to turn. And then she stumbled into another cold reality. Everything she had believed was a lie. Seething with anger and humiliation, as she tried to come to terms with the betrayal, an unexpected person steps into the picture, intent on seducing her and conquering her. The only problem? The man was her ex brother in law... And against her better judgment, she is attracted to this bad boy... But as Melanie tried to make sense of the changes, she discovered there was more going on than she ever imagined. Had both brothers loved really fallen in love with her? Or was she just a pawn in a bigger game? excerpt Since he had already been leaning against the table, he simply slid onto it, and with one swift motion, he hooked his boot around the leg of her chair and pulled it—pulled her—closer.The sudden movement made her jolt slightly, and when she looked up or rather when she looked ahead, she found herself staring directly at the zipper of his jeans... She looked up then and met his gaze. He caught her chin," Would you like to check if I am only pretending, sweet melon?"Melanie stiffened. And then pushed back her chair suddenly, so that Adam almost lost his balance, as she stood up. Before he could balance himself, she placed her hand on his shoulder, her fingers brushing against his neck.  Adam stiffened, his eyes glittering as he waited to see what she would do next. And she, of course surprised him as her other hand, slowly settled on the inside of his thigh. And then, the hand on his shoulder started to move. Her fingers tracing the side of his neck before lifting as she shot a glance to the corner of his mouth. The little piece of metal glinting there. She flicked at it lightly, barely a touch, but Adam could feel the heat all over his body, as she leaned in close, her lips barely a few centimetres away...so that they could both feel each other's breaths… She smiled slowly then. "Careful, Adam," she murmured, her voice playful, but carrying the unmistakable edge of a challenge. "Keep pushing, and I just might call your bluff."

In a world blinded by overconsumption and illusions of progress, selfishness, envy and greed, one student sees it clearly. His mission is to watch, write, lead the solus to judgment and then punish. When a classmate mysteriously disappears his story begins. He Who Watches is a dark, philosophical thriller about justice, spirituality, morals and the meaning of finding love in the darkness.

The Voidlands is a mythic, poetic odyssey set after the fall of all known creation. In the wake of Earth’s collapse and the unraveling of the stars, only a single island remains — floating in a weightless sky where time has shattered and memory falters. Two cosmic beings linger in silence. The Keeper, a radiant force of creation, dreams worlds into being but cannot finish them. She feels something is missing — a longing unspoken, a fear unnamed. Her every step brings forth beauty and wonder, yet she remains deeply alone, haunted by the ache of what could have been. The Severant, a solemn force of unmaking, walks in stillness and judgment. He was once a guardian, perhaps a god, now reduced to the last witness of a lawless void. He craves order, seeks purpose, and wishes to rule — yet no one remains to follow, no one to judge. He watches the Keeper from afar with quiet sorrow… and unknowing love. Between them, the island persists: a surreal haven carved from forgotten dreams, both nursery and tomb. And in the heart of it stands the Temple, sealed and ancient, hiding the truths they no longer remember. They orbit each other like dead stars, drawn by yearning and repelled by fear. Creation and destruction. Light and silence. A forgotten past… and the fragile hint of a future. But something stirs. And in a place where nothing remains, something new might yet be born.

Heaven-Defying Asura Li Shen is nothing more than a slave, despised and broken, a mere handyman in the prestigious Azure Cloud Sect. Unknown to all, he carries the cursed blood of the annihilated Heaven Destruction Clan, a lineage whose three patriarchs once dared to defy Heaven's Will. This forbidden heritage manifests as the Heaven Asura Destruction Body, a dormant power that renders him seemingly talentless in Qi Cultivation, constantly suppressed by the very essence of the world. His only path to power, and to full awakening, lies in the brutal consumption of demon-corrupted cultivators, whose blood feeds his unique constitution. When his former masters, the Blackwood Noble Clan, are decimated by a savage raid of these demon-corrupted forces, Li Shen, in a desperate struggle for survival, slays his first corrupted foe. This act triggers the faint stirrings of his terrifying potential, pushing him from victim to survivor. Rescued by the Azure Cloud Sect, he endures the scorn of the Handyman Elder Guo and the cosmic hindrance of Heaven Suppression, secretly honing his Blade Cultivation – the only path where his innate talent can flourish. His desperate goals are clear: achieve power for survival, exact revenge for his clan's downfall, gain recognition in a world that despises him, and, most crucially, procreate to ensure the continuation of his unique, heaven-defying bloodline. Li Shen's opportunity arises when he heroically saves the Grand Elder of the Outer Court, elevating him to an Outer Disciple and granting him access to the crucial "demon cleansing missions." Through these perilous missions, he ruthlessly hunts and absorbs the blood of countless demon-corrupted cultivators, rapidly awakening his Heaven Asura Destruction Body. His cultivation explodes, allowing him to easily comprehend Dao and identify the flaws in any technique, making him an unstoppable force. His ascent, however, is not without cost. Forced to flee the ruins of his temporary home, Li Shen finds himself thrust into the chaotic expanse of the Immortal Realm, where the true scale of the cosmic conflict is revealed. Here, he discovers the existence of the Heaven Will Judgment Clan, the enforcers of Heaven's dictates, who were directly responsible for the annihilation of his ancestors and now seek to finish off his bloodline. He also finds himself embroiled in a grand struggle against a powerful Demon Sovereign, whose influence spans realms and whose forces represent the very beings Li Shen has been consuming. His journey becomes a furious quest to not only survive and exact revenge on his oppressors but to challenge the very fabric of cosmic law. He cultivates beyond the known limits, pushing his Heaven Asura Destruction Body to its peak, defying all odds. In a climactic, realm-shattering confrontation, Li Shen, alongside his descendants – born from his desperate drive to procreate and imbued with his unique heritage – wages war against the Heaven Will Judgment Clan and clashes with the Demon Sovereign. In the end, Li Shen and his burgeoning Heaven Asura Destruction Clan triumph. The Heaven Will Judgment Clan is utterly annihilated, their reign ended, and the oppressive grasp of Heaven's Will is shattered. The world, no longer bound by cosmic tyranny, shifts, and a new era dawns, one where the Heaven Asura Destruction Clan reigns supreme, its legacy forged in blood, defiance, and the ultimate triumph over fate.

“Marry five princesses. Inherit a kingdom. Awaken your power.” Yuu Yuhin, a 25-year-old genius CEO with a flawless mind and a flawless life, is suddenly pulled into a strange fantasy world—one that binds his soul to Rin Yuma, his beautiful childhood friend. In this realm of magic, beasts, and kingdoms ruled by bloodlines, Yuu learns the impossible: To unlock his true power and save the collapsing empire, he must marry all five Yuma sisters. Calm, logical, and never one to let emotions cloud his judgment, Yuu agrees—but not for love. For control. For strategy. For victory. As he trains under a crimson warrior, studies ancient magic with beastkin queens, and duels with blades and spells, he finds himself drawn to each sister in a way no plan could predict. But something darker stirs behind the royal prophecy—secrets buried in blood, betrayal, and a forgotten war. The groom is no pawn. He will become a king. A high-stakes fantasy romance with tactical MC, emotional growth, beastfolk beauty, and epic sword-magic duels.

Lucien Vale was CEO of more companies than he could remember. A billionaire playboy, corporate tyrant, and all-around smug bastard... until he got flattened by a truck and woke up in the afterlife. Facing eternal judgment, he did what he does best: talked his way out of it. Now reincarnated as Lucidius, the Demon Lord of a fantasy realm, he’s promised to “revitalize” the land by giving the world something to fear again. Something to unite against. But Lucien doesn’t do anything halfway... With an innocent angel watching over him (and failing miserably to resist his charm), Lucien uses his new magical powers as Demon Lord along with his ruthless business genius, corporate savvy, and shameless charisma to build a demonic empire that doesn’t just conquer kingdoms... it modernizes them. Plumbing. Electricity. Labor laws. Sensual massage benefits. You name it. The people love him. The royals fear him. The gods are starting to sweat. He was sent to bring balance… but Lucien Vale is here to dominate and build a world worth conquering.

After millennia of silent observation, the Omni-Creator, Ravi Sharma, had seen enough. His magnificent creation, humanity, had festered into a cesspool of arrogance, cruelty, and unbridled sin. Disgusted, enraged, He chose a path unheard of: to descend. Not as a radiant god, but into the frail shell of a mortal weakling, born into the deepest, darkest slum of a world drowning in its own filth. He would walk among them, feel their depravity, taste their despair. And then? Judgment. Brutal, absolute, and personal. Each sinner, from the petty thug to the sanctimonious king, would face His divine wrath. The very foundations of the world will tremble with every step He takes, every decree He utters. As His true, terrifying power bleeds through His mortal guise, the strong will kneel, the corrupt will shatter, and women of immense power and beauty will be inexplicably drawn to His overwhelming aura, forming a harem bound by awe, fear, and intoxicating desire. This is not a story of a hero. This is the chronicle of a Creator's reclamation, a dark saga of divine retribution. This is The Slum God's Decree. Will you bear witness, or be judged?

Indecision Protocol Online as told (reluctantly) by Adrian Okay, deep breath. So… I didn’t mean to get dragged into a fantasy world. Or five. Or however many it's been so far—I’ve kind of lost count between the mana storms, flaming swords, and those weirdly judgmental elves. One moment I was a socially anxious nobody with a healthy fear of confrontation and a tragic internet history. The next, I woke up with a voice in my head—no, not a helpful voice. Not a wise mentor. I got assigned the most insufferable system on the metaphysical market. It’s sarcastic. Rude. Possibly sentient. Definitely hates me. And it won’t shut up. It says I’m “chaos-compatible,” whatever that means. Apparently, I gain power not from training or discipline like normal people, but from doing things that “disrupt the narrative structure.” Which, by the way, includes falling down stairs and starting bar fights by accident. So yeah. That’s… my life now. I’ve been forced to travel from one bizarre world to another—each more magical, dangerous, and emotionally confusing than the last. Everyone thinks I’m some kind of destined agent of change or walking disaster prophecy. I’d like to clarify: I’m just trying not to die, cry, or get flirted with by someone who turns into a dragon when emotionally compromised. I thought I was getting a hero arc. Maybe even romance. But the truth is? I’m leveling up by accident. And my system is definitely enjoying the show. Please send help. Or snacks. Or a class reset.

Rene, a quiet scholar with a haunted past, crosses paths with Nihara, a forgotten angel bound to the human world. As they travel together, searching for answers and purpose, they begin to rely on one another in ways neither expected. While Rene learns to fight for something beyond survival, Nihara slowly discovers what it means to feel human. But as dangerous powers stir and the truth behind the world’s gods unravels, the two must decide whether to face fate—or defy it.

The apocalypse is not the end — it is a game. And only the elect can play along. Every week, a few chosen ones are placed in a twisted mirror of reality — a world on the brink of annihilation. Here, players must survive a new cataclysmic disaster, armed with only one randomly selected ability. Ethan Cross never asked to be a player. But when he is drawn into the Apocalypse Game, his first draw changes everything: "the Eye of Death" - an SSS-ranked ability that shows him visions of his own death. While others fight blindly, Ethan outwits fate itself and replays his own demise until he finds the perfect path to victory. "Congratulations! You have overcome the disaster of [Puppet Kingdom] and obtained the [Severing Seven]: [The Severing Seven]!" "Congratulations! You've eliminated the threat of [Abyssal Horror] and received [S-Rank Ability: [Abyssal Horror]: [S-Rank Skill: Scales of Judgment]!" "Congratulations! You have shattered the paradox of [Time Reversal] and unlocked the [SSS Rank Skill: Sword of Destruction]: [SSS Rank Skill: Sword of Annihilation]!" Other players: "Bro, we’re still learning the rules, how can you clear dungeons already?" Apocalypse Control Bureau: "Mr. Cross, your survival is crucial to the future of humanity! STOP THROWING YOURSELF INTO DANGER!"

Life is great when you're the hero. You're handsome, charismatic, you've got girls throwing themselves at you left and right. You're handy with a sword, you know how to lead by example, you've got a grand destiny ahead of you. Despite all of your hardships, no matter what comes your way you've got what it takes to overcome it. So what happens if you're not the hero, but his sidekick? Turns out being second fiddle to the main event isn't nearly so glamorous. But a hero only stands tall when he's got others to hold him up. This is the story of a hero and his oft-overlooked, sarcastic little sidekick... P.S. If you'd like to leave a review or critique, have at it. But do me a favor and be constructive about it. If all you're going to do is be a judgmental hack who doesn't write themself but feels entitled to tear down others, then leave. I have no time or patience to deal with you.

Kael was never meant to be a hero. Bullied, broken, and betrayed by the world, the 95 kg high school shut-in had nothing—no friends, no purpose, just scars hidden beneath his hoodie. But when the world begins to collapse into chaos, and God Himself unleashes judgment upon a sinful humanity through monstrous ancient beasts and divine reckoning, Kael is chosen. Why? Because even when the world was cruel, Kael remained righteous. Gifted with Divine Echo, an S-rank ability that removes all limitations from any power he uses, Kael begins a transformation—both physical and spiritual. From obsessive training and relentless self-discipline, he sculpts his body into a weapon. From heartbreak and trauma, he forges a mind sharper than any blade. And from isolation, he builds resolve—unshakable and merciless. But this is no fairytale redemption. Kael isn’t here to save the world. He’s here to survive it. With humanity collapsing, safe zones crumbling, and ancient predators ruling the Earth, Kael must lead, fight, and manipulate his way through a new reality—one where power is truth and morality is a luxury. He’s no longer the boy others could ignore. He’s the ghost in the fog. The saint with bloodstained hands. The one whose echo will never fade.

Rylin thrives on the vibrant chaos of the rodeo circuit. Traveling alongside Wyatt's girlfriend, Cassidy, makes the experience even better, filling their journey with laughter and shared purpose. She sees Rob as another older brother, a steady presence amidst the whirlwind of competition. Rylin's skill shines in barrel racing, and she dedicates herself to caring for the horses they travel with, ensuring their well-being is always a top priority. Life on the road is a dynamic balance of competition and companionship for her. Meanwhile, Jase Hunter, son of Max Hunter, is wrestling with a different kind of chaos. His last relationship ended abruptly when his girlfriend was caught cheating on him, a painful discovery made while he was preoccupied with yet another of life's "ordeals." The betrayal cut deep, pushing him towards the numbing comfort of alcohol. Now, he's usually too drunk to care about girls or the whispers and judgments of the other cowboys. His focus has narrowed to the bottom of a bottle, a stark contrast to Rylin's vibrant engagement with the rodeo world. How do Rylin and Jase's paths eventually cross on the circuit, and what kind of initial interaction do they have given their very different current states of mind?

TRIGGER WARNING!!! YOUR MORALS WILL NOT SURVIVE THIS BOOK!!! This story contains themes of obsession, possessiveness, stalking, emotional manipulation, and psychological control. It is unapologetically intense and unsettling in all the right (and wrong) ways. Be guided. *** Eight years ago, Shannon watched her stepbrother get handcuffed and taken to jail for a crime she committed. He took the fall for it without hesitation. Not because he was noble. God, no. But because obsession looks a lot like love when you're seventeen and scared. After that night, she never went to visit him in prison, nor did she reply to any of his letters. She buried him with the past and went on to live a peaceful life without him. But the past never forgets. Eight years later, when she was living a simple, peaceful life, had a decent job and a husband who loved her deeply, Shannon's past came knocking at her door. Strange things start happening... Doors left open. Favorite things mysteriously replaced. Eyes she can't see but feels always watching her. Everyone says she's paranoid. Everyone says He is still in jail. No one believes her when she says she had a STALKER. Her judgment is already upon her because, now, HE is out of prison. And the first place he goes is her doorstep, because he says she owes him her life. And he's come to collect what's his. How far can Shannon run from a man who never stopped loving her in the most terrifying way? A man who'd kill anyone, even her husband, just to make her his? HIS NAME IS KENAI... The Stalker You Never Want To Have. *** If you enjoy slow-burn stalker dynamics and morally gray characters, this one's for you.