Actually I Was The Real One Manga

She awakens in a Cthulhu world with hazy recollections. Danger lurks and stalks her from the beginning. The steam era of the nineteenth century greeted her at the gates of hell.

“Don’t complain when the lights go out…” These were the words that came out of his mouth before he calmly exited the office. Josh Summers, a typical nobody, a medical instructor, is pushed aside by his wife, Lauren Forrest, when she sees that she has reached the very pinnacle of her career. She saw him as nothing but ‘Deadweight…’ But then everything turns upside down when, on the very day she had been dreaming of, she sees him standing with the top dogs of the city. Josh Summers wasn't just a nobody; he was the shadow ruler of Veron, the Hidden Ace, and the blade that held the underworld together. He had chosen a quiet life to stay with his wife; for three years, he played instructor at the clinic. But now, he is back, and with his resurfacing, the underworld is shaking— threats are awakening, and new enemies and allies are being born. Will Josh continue to rule over his Empire of Ash and Gold?

Raymond's got his second life, he's the main character and has to follow a certain plot. Now, he's able to play with his fate, but the information he could learn about the future was limited to the coverage of each chapter of the plot. How could he survice the challenge thrown at him?

For thousands of years, seven ancient magical seals have protected the world from the World Eater, a primordial entity capable of destroying all existence. But when the first seal breaks, seventeen-year-old Lira discovers that she possesses a terrifying power connected to an ancient prophecy. According to legend, when the seventh seal falls, a girl born with the power to destroy creation will decide the world's fate. That girl is Lira. Haunted by mysterious visions and hunted by powerful kingdoms, Lira enters Aetherion Academy, hoping to understand her abilities before they consume her. There, she meets Kael, an eighteen-year-old young man who has dreamed of her long before their paths crossed. His dreams reveal a horrifying destiny: Lira will destroy the world, and he is destined to stop her. As they grow closer, their friendship becomes a forbidden romance. Together, they uncover secrets surrounding the seven seals, forgotten gods, and the true nature of the World Eater. However, every time Lira's powers awaken, another seal weakens, bringing the world closer to annihilation. When Kael discovers that saving humanity may require killing the girl he loves, he faces an impossible choice. Meanwhile, Lira must decide whether to embrace her destructive power or risk losing everyone she loves. With reality collapsing and ancient enemies awakening, the two must challenge a prophecy that may conceal a terrible lie. Can their love rewrite destiny, or will their romance become the final spark that destroys the world?

Crack! A Watermelon crashes onto Ryan Hartwell's head. When he wakes up, everything has changed. The world is no longer the same. Humans have awakened supernatural powers that defy logic and can reshape reality itself. But Ryan? He has nothing. No ability. No power. Just an ordinary guy in an Another World. Until... [Ding!] [Divine Cultivation System activated!] Finally, his cheat ability has arrived! But wait while everyone else trains their powers through combat and practice, his system wants him to... read novels? Fine. If reading makes him stronger, then so be it. From that day forward, the people of Earth watched in bewildering confusion as Ryan Hartwell, a man with no documented ability soars through the skies on a flying sword, crushes forbidden zones with casual techniques, and summons creatures that should not exist. The question on everyone's mind was only this: What exactly is his power?

BLURB When the world ended, humanity received a choice: fight terrifying monsters or hide. Disgraced stuntman Gideon Vance chose a third option: turn the apocalypse into a live broadcast. Unlocking the forbidden Panic Engine System, Gideon discovers a lethal truth—the more terror, shock, and rage he inflicts on his viewers, the richer he gets. While others cower, Gideon leaps off burning skyscrapers, trolls high-tier beasts, and turns life-or-death survival into a high-octane spectacle. Every screamed reaction buys him S-Rank weapons, infinite resource fortresses, and orbital strikes. The alien overlords wanted a bloody game show, but Gideon is using their own broadcast to build an invincible empire. The stream is live. The world is watching. And Gideon is about to pull his deadliest stunt yet…

Caelan Voss spent four years behind bars to protect the woman he loved, and when he came back, what he got wasn't a warm embrace but divorce papers. Abandoned by his wife, humiliated by her family, driven out of the hospital where he once thrived, everyone in Velmont was convinced Caelan was finished. What they didn't know, those four years in prison didn't destroy him, but turned him into something far more dangerous than they ever knew. Now Caelan Voss is back, not to apologize or beg for sympathy, but to force everyone who ever stepped on him to kneel at his feet.

"These are pretty minuscule spies, my lord," The leader said into his comms. They chattered among themselves. We had our hands up when they surrounded us. My throat clogged and I was running out of oxygen. I could barely think or breath. Mister Wigglesworth was talking briskly with bulging eyes to the colossal men and a rifle was lodged in his throat, he seemed frail and agitated. "Mort!" He threw the parcel into his hands. Mort winced when he failed to catch it. The box malfunctioned and I screamed at the blast and fell back into the shelter of more craters. I gasped. "What do I do with this?" His hand fidgeted on the and he dived behind a crate beside me while lasers flew. He panted and glanced at me holding on to the parcel. There was a skirmish going on. "I think I got hit." .... Remember when homicidal aliens were attacking us? This was now, yeah, it was kind of my fault. We were crouching like a couple of cowardly war veterans on a battlefield and Mister Wigglesworth! Of all people was out there holding them off. Mort held on to the prism parcel. My eyes were pale. I got hit by the parcel. I held on to my stomach. "Are you okay? Can you sit up straight?" He said. "No, it hurts," I did not feel like myself at all. I was not even in the mood to make snappy comebacks, I kept seeing double and all these color spectrums like I stared at the sun for too long. I was phasing in and out of consciousness. I thought I saw planets dying. I ducked over the end and focused on breath. [ System Activated ]

I remember the day everything burned like a wound that would never heal. Flames stole my family — my parents were ripped from me, my little brothers and sisters turned to ash — all because debts bled our name dry. They came in the night with torches and cold mouths, set our home alight, and watched the world I knew collapse into smoke. When I thought the world had taken its last piece of me, something — someone — stepped through the blaze. I could not tell if it was man or woman; the fire kept the savior's shape blurred and holy, as if the flames themselves had given birth to a protector. They pulled me from the ruin and vanished like a promise. For seven years I answered a different kind of fire. I joined the army and let the drill and the discipline burn the broken parts clean. My hands learned steel. My bones learned marching. My nights learned keeping watch. I learned how to turn pain into armor, sorrow into strategy. I was forged in training fields and battle lines until a new name fit me. I am Kaelor Thane now — not a child who once cried over ash, but a force that arrives on the war road without apology. They called me the God of War because I learned to move like thunder and strike like winter. I carry no mercy in my pocket; I carry only the weight of a debt to be settled. Those who think they can stand between me and what I owe will learn the hard truth: I do not forgive. I do not forget. I return to make the ledger even, and I will make them pay in ruin, pain, and a silence that remembers my name.

The last thing Adrian Vale expected was to wake up dead. Not dead-dead. Dead in the way a stranger’s body is dead: a hole in the chest, blood drying on cold stone, and a pair of crimson eyes watching him from the other side of a dagger. The woman holding it is Nyra, a demoness with black horns and a smile that promises a second funeral. She killed the nobleman whose body Adrian now wears. She would very much like to finish the job. Then a voice only he can hear announces the Soul Covenant System. One chance to bind a demon. Fail, and he dies for good. Nyra is chained to a summoning circle, starving for freedom, and more dangerous than anything he has ever met. Adrian has no magic, no combat skill and no friends. What he does have is a talent for noticing what people want, and a system that lets him see exactly what demons want most. So he makes her an offer. Help me survive, and I’ll break your chains. She laughs. She says no. Then the dungeon doors burst open. Now Adrian is a wanted man with ten thousand gold coins on his head, a bad-tempered demoness at his side, a vampire girl who knows far too much about his system, and a hunter who has been killing demons for twenty years. Somewhere in a dark castle, a hooded figure has just learned that the boy is alive. In a world where humans are the weakest race, Adrian intends to build something no one has seen in a thousand years: an army of powerful demon women who follow him because they chose to. First, he has to survive the one who already killed him.