A Silent Voice Shouko

Lincoln Zane was a poor guy, and even his girlfriend cheated on him because he had no money. He rushed to catch the adulterer, but not only was he humiliated, but he was also almost beaten to death. At the critical moment, he activated the System. Turns out many random people have been awakening this system which gives them unimaginable power or wealth or both but being chosen is completely by luck. Lincoln Zane didn't feel on top of the world when he awaken his system but hey, What will it take to get to the Top?

Harrison didn't die in battle; he died in the dark, feeling the cold steel of blades forged by his own blacksmiths. The empire he built on a foundation of blood and absolute loyalty executionally severed his head from his shoulders because his brilliance became their greatest terror. They thought burying the legendary warlord would secure their peace, but Harrison wakes up in the mud, trapped in the bruised, malnourished body of Collins, a conscripted grunt for the very nation he spent a decade trying to erase. Stripped of his legendary stature but armed with a lifetime of unmatched military strategy and burning malice, Harrison must survive the brutal meat-grinder of the front lines from the bottom up. His former army, now led by the treacherous generals who tore his life away, is marching toward total dominion. To destroy them, Harrison has to master the art of the inside game, weaponizing his new identity to infiltrate, undermine, and utterly dismantle his own legacy from the shadows before his new body betrays him first.

Ding! [Seeing that misfortune eventually won till death, you have been granted the Trillionaire System!] Jack Neuman's life was falling apart—betrayed by his wife and abandoned by everyone he trusted. He almost drowned in despair until a mysterious system changed everything. Overnight, his account balance skyrockets to $100 million. With unimaginable wealth at his fingertips, Jack must choose—to forgive the woman who betrayed him, or unleash revenge on those who crossed him.

"I see death... A lot of dead bodies where you are going," the voice of the soothsayer flow back into his mind. "The island I am posted to is peaceful. Did you mean there will be a natural disaster?" "No. It's your bad luck. I see death coming in the shape of a baby and swallowing everything and everyone else. Be careful and don't ever turn the page." "What are you talking about?" The old witch was silent after, and Zuma was shoved off by the next customer in line.

Lucien was born in a strong magic family, but he couldn’t use magic at all. Because of that, his family didn’t want him and sent him away to a scary place full of old bones and dead monsters. Discarded by his family and stripped of his name, he is exiled to the Eternal Ossuary, a forbidden wasteland where the corpses of fallen gods, ancient demons, and primordial monsters are dumped to rot. To enter is a death sentence; to live there is a curse. But as Lucien steps onto the hallowed, ash-covered ground, a voice resonates in his soul: [Ding! Detected location: The Tomb of the Solar Archangel. Sign in here?] From that day on, Lucien becomes the silent janitor of the gods. While the world’s "geniuses" struggle for crumbs of power, Lucien signs in at the Pit of the Demon King to receive the Abyssal Heart, and at the Throne of the Frost Queen to obtain Absolute Zero Magic.

EARTH ONLINE The black towers hung silent over every city for six months. Then, one November morning, a child's bright voice rang out in every head at once — Earth has gone online — and gave the world three days to eliminate a stranger, or be erased. Half the planet didn't make it. Cole Mercer is a librarian. Quiet, exact, ruthlessly calm — the kind of man who reads the room while everyone else is screaming. When the games begin he finds he's been handed no fire, no lightning, no gift worth the name: only a snide little book that collects the powers of the people he kills, and a mind that has never once lost a game that had rules. The Spire has a great many games. Every one is a trap dressed as a fairy tale, and every one can be solved — if you're cold enough, and fast enough, and willing to do the math while the monster is still smiling. But there's a voice on the other end of a cracked artifact, two hundred miles away: the strongest player on the server, a man Cole has never seen, who already seems to know exactly how he thinks. The tower wants them to climb. It should never have let them meet first. A slow-burn M/M apocalypse where the deadliest thing in any room is two minds that refuse to lose — and the one mistake the end of the world ever made was growing them a partner.

“Do you know who he is?” Aria whispered, her voice trembling. Her father scoffed. “Some nouveau riche fool trying to play king.” The man across the table smiled calm, sharp, untouchable. The room fell silent when he spoke. “It’s been a while, Mr. Elston.” The older man froze. Aria’s glass slipped from her hand. The name echoed in her head like thunder. Mikael. He leaned back, eyes unreadable. “Last time we met, you called me a waste bin.” “M-Mikael…” she stammered, her face pale. “Mr. Dray,” corrected the host beside him—her father’s new business rival. “My son-in-law and the current CEO of ValenCore Holdings.” The silence cracked like glass. Mikael’s smile deepened, just enough to sting. “Don’t worry. I’m not here to rebuild anything for you.” He paused, letting the words sink in. “I’m just here to watch what’s left… fall apart.”

They called him Pauper Benedetti. The boy with three shirts, the charity case no one believed in. But when Marco returned after five silent years—he didn’t come back poor. He came back as the War God, forged in fire, crowned in blood, and wealthy enough to make billionaires tremble. He walked into Oriana Caruso’s engagement wearing a cheap suit and carrying a velvet ring box. He left with a wife. Just not the one anyone expected. Isabella Caruso—the quiet, unwanted sister—was the only person who dared speak the truth for him. While Oriana laughed, while society mocked him, Isabella stood alone. So Marco knelt before her with a pink-diamond necklace worth more than the entire ballroom. “Marry me,” Marco said, voice steady. “Why me?” Isabella whispered. “Because when the world pointed guns, you were the one who didn’t flinch.” Now Isabella wears the necklace society can’t stop staring at—while Oriana glares with burning regret. Because the War God didn’t just return wealthy. He returned powerful. And he’s not done. Billionaires will kneel. Families will fall. The world will learn exactly who Marco Benedetti is.

Jackson found no words to respond; he remained silent, holding the divorce papers. He felt numb, detached from the world around him. His wife's words and actions had left him shattered, unable to believe that their relationship had abruptly ended with no chance for reconciliation. As he stared at the divorce papers thrown in his face, he felt a sense of finality and loss engulfing him. He could only blame himself for everything that had happened – if he had been honest with his wife about his situation, perhaps things would have taken a different turn. Walking down the street lost in his thoughts, he heard his phone ring. Initially, he didn't want to answer; he wasn't in the mood to receive more bad news. But something in his gut told him to take the call. "Hello?" he answered reluctantly. "Young sir! Your grandfather informed me to contact you. 100,000,000 has been deposited into your account, and tomorrow your exile period will end. You'll regain control of your company, and the family is coming to welcome you back," the voice on the other end explained. Checking his phone, he indeed saw the deposited amount. Everything was falling back into place. Jackson replied hesitantly, "Tomorrow, I'll turn twenty-five." His mind returned to his old life in the palace and prestigious companies, where he was a rising star before being suddenly banished. He had always wondered when he would return. The voice from the phone continued, "Young sir! Your exile period has ended, and your companies are ready to welcome you back with open arms. We need you, Jackson – you are the heir to our companies, and we cannot do without you."

The dying star pulsed, it’s heart on the verge of collapse. Twelve figures, cloaked in unimaginable power, stood amidst its final throes. On one side, six beings (the angels) blazed with light so intense, it dwarfed the star's dying brilliance. Across from them, five figures (the demons)exuded a chilling darkness, a black hole's silent hunger, their very presence accelerating the star's demise. And in the center of this cosmic ballet of light and shadow, stood Reaper. He seemed to absorb the dying star's essence, his form cloaked in a darkness deeper than any of the others, a living embodiment of the star's final, terrible scream. But then, the things discussed were by no means simple, the fate of the world was resting on their soundless star toppling discussion. The intensity of the conversation loomed above the star like an omen of death, accelerating it's death even further. Suddenly, the figure in the middle broke the sacred rule, yelling in a language that speaks for all, his voice was like the rushing of a mighty wind. I Reaper, will dethrone and destroy that God, make him pay for neglecting us all and if you don't join me, you will all suffer the same fate. The faces of the angels and demons -a vortex of light and darkness- went grim as they moved to strike down the tyrannical being. But before they could, Reaper, the demon of death and chaos was gone. Our story...begins here.