Dear Ex Do I Know You

After having a terrible accident, Clover somehow transferred to the body of a man named Aston. However, who would have thought that Aston was the husband of the woman Clover loved so much in the past. The woman who managed to make Clover devastated and regretful. Getting a second chance, should Clover play the role of Aston, or should he still be Clover? "As the richest and most famous mafia in this country, of course I will take the second option! I have high self-esteem, Damn it! Why do I have to pretend to be a stupid and weak husband like Aston?!"

"I refuse to be the MC!" These were the storming words that came out of Ethan's mouth after reading the script he was given in the Alternate Realm. He had just turned down the big role of becoming the main character of a novel he had been reading for months, Why? However, choosing the role of a side character, Ethan never expected any good from the God of reality... [You have received the Double Reward System]. [You shall gain ×2 the rewards of the MC. Both Good and Bad].

Warner has no friends and no intentions of making any. He sees nothing as fun in life and is generally a cold person to be around. Until the car crash that changed everything. As he bled out, his life flashing before his eyes, he made just one wish: To do it all over again. When he opens his eyes, he’s in a place he doesn’t recognize, 50 years into the future, overrun by giant monsters and humans with superpowers. With no idea how to get back, Warner discovers that there’s more to the world of monsters than he thought. Let the rise of the Strongest Reality Warper begin.

"Ma, Samson promises. Samson is going to repent; I won’t be a thug anymore. I'm going to find a real, honest job. So please, Ma, don't come back to haunt me, okay?" Samson knelt, tears streaming down his face, though his expression still looked like someone ready to pick a fight with the Angel of Death. Bejo held out an umbrella. "Boss, it’s almost sunset. We need to go collect the 'protection money' from the cafe owner," he said. "Hey, Bejo! I just promised Ma that I’ve repented. You little devil! Do you want my mother to rise from her grave because of what you just said, huh?!" Samson stood up. His towering height, nearly two meters, made Bejo instinctively jump back three steps. "But Boss, our stomachs aren't exactly followers of the repentance movement," Bejo squeaked, trembling. Samson wiped his fierce face. "From this second on, call me Samson the Protector. I’m going to find honest work. Anything! As long as I'm not shaking people down anymore." A wealthy woman looked Samson up and down, scrutinizing him. "Your body is quite large. It just so happens I need a new guard dog. I just fired the old one because he was afraid of cockroaches." Samson was ready to explode. "Hey, lady! You think I—" "Fifty million a month. Meals are provided, and you get an Italian suit for a uniform. Interested?" the woman interrupted, handing him a gold-plated business card. Samson fell silent. He then whispered under his breath, "Ma, this is honest work, right? Just being a guard dog for a billionaire."

They called me a loser. They laughed when I got dumped in the rain. They thought my life was over. They were wrong. My name is Leo Vance. Twenty-four years old, junior analyst, three years of savings thrown away on an engagement ring my ex-girlfriend never wanted. The night she left me for Richard — the arrogant heir of my own company — something inside me broke. Or maybe something finally woke up. An old coin I bought at a flea market years ago cut my palm. Blood met metal. And then I heard it. **[Ding! Omni-Investment System activated.]** Now I see what nobody else can. Above every person, every object, every decision — glowing numbers. Investment return rates. Percentages. Exact outcomes. A beggar on the street? *Invest $50. Return: 10,000%.* A "worthless" painting at auction? *Hidden masterpiece. Return: 4,000%.* A quiet intern everyone ignores? *Key to destroying your enemy. Return: 5,000%.* I started with fifty dollars. Within a week, I had a million. Within a month, Richard was on his knees, his family's empire crumbling because of information only I could see. But money was just the beginning. The deeper I go, the more I realize this system doesn't just show financial returns. It shows martial secrets, ancient techniques, hidden powers buried in this city's underworld. The people who laughed at me? They're about to learn what happens when a nobody sees everything. I don't get angry. I don't beg. I invest. And I always collect.

“What do you mean? What cyst?” Sebastian blinked, staring at the small screen on his phone, feeling his heart beat faster. The emergency information he had just received made him pause in front of his door, but then he ran to the car without thinking. He knew that something serious had happened to his wife. He had to get to the hospital immediately. His voice was hoarse as he spoke to the hospital operator, trying to get a grasp of the situation as quickly as possible. “This is a complication… You need to come to the hospital immediately and sign the consent form for surgery as soon as possible.” The voice was flat but urgent.

Most people live their lives without ever knowing what lingers after death. Raito was never meant to be one of the ones who do. Three years ago, a night meant for stars and quiet laughter ended in blood. Since then, Raito has lived a half-life—haunted, isolated, and unseen by the world he no longer fully belongs to. Ghosts roam the city, born from human obsessions too strong to die, yet for reasons he cannot explain, they sense him only when he dares to acknowledge their existence. To them, he is a blind spot. To himself, he is a survivor who should have died. Beneath the surface of ordinary life, a secret war is being fought. The Ghost Hunters Organization (GHO) operates in the shadows, wielding cursed weapons born from the obsessions of fallen spirits, hunting ghosts before their grief and rage evolve into something far worse. When Raito is pulled into this hidden world, a terrifying truth begins to surface—one that ties his survival, his strange condition, and the death of his childhood friend together in ways he never imagined. Because some ghosts do not move on. Some protect. Some wait. And some… live on inside the living. As Raito is forced to confront the dead he carries, the trauma he buried, and the monsters born from human obsession, he must decide whether strength is worth the cost—when every step forward drags the weight of the dead along with him. In a world where ghosts are not born from malice but from love, regret, and obsession, the greatest horror is not what refuses to die… …but what refuses to let go.

Drake Chwe's life was a mess, problems piling up like a mountain. To escape, he drowned himself in alcohol. One night, he stumbled upon a tiny temple and tossed in his last pennies. Next morning? Bam! He's got a tribute system with a 1,000,000,000,000,000,000 coins. Now, Drake's got a life-changing choice to make – what's he gonna do with all that cash? Can he turn things around and leave his miserable life behind? Get ready for a wild ride!

He woke up in a younger body… in a different era… with a system screen only he could see. Markus, an Eternal Warrior who lost everything, gets a second chance in a world torn by wars and creatures. But this time, there is no room for weakness… As he took his first breath in this new reality, he smirked and muttered "Power is all that matters. Without it, you’re nothing but a mere insect..."

Alaric Hildebrand—the eldest heir to the Lord of Vaelcryss, House Hildebrand. A cruel betrayal forcibly wiped out his family. "It's my fault for falling for that girl," Alaric lamented regretfully. What should have been a happy day had turned into a stabbing without any harm. He swore revenge if he were to come back to life, even if it meant sacrificing everything he owned. –I Died on My Wedding Day