Do I Love Her?

"Give your mask to Mike. He's important. You're just a firefighter." Derek removed his mask. Carried them both down three floors. A beam crushed his leg. His wife walked away without looking back. He limped home. Found Mike in his pajamas. Erin cooking steaks she never once made for him. "Do you love me?" "You gave me credibility. I gave you a life you couldn't afford. A fair exchange." She slapped him when he asked for divorce. Not because she loved him. Because his timing ruined her keynote speech. A wildfire swallowed an entire county. Derek walked into the deadliest sector. Nobody expected him to survive. Erin ordered sushi with Mike. But Derek didn't die. He pulled a stranger from a burning house and shielded him with his own body. That stranger was Jerry Black. The DNA test confirmed the impossible. The firefighter she left to die was the missing heir to a quadrillion-dollar empire.

“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?

Lex died pathetically. One wrong night. One nervous robber. One bullet. That should have been the end. Instead, he wakes up in a Novel he had crafted, reincarnated as a nameless palace servant in the magical city of Greyl, Lex finds himself at the very bottom of a world ruled by monsters, mages, and ruthless nobles. Worse, he isn’t the protagonist. He’s a background character. A disposable extra in a story that devours people like him. But death grants him one mercy. A Survival System. No glory. No hero’s destiny. No chosen-one prophecy. Just one directive: Live. Armed with fragmented knowledge of the world’s future and a system built purely for survival, Lex plans to remain invisible. Adapt. Endure. Escape the coming disasters. But something is wrong. The body he inhabits is not ordinary. Beneath the servant’s rags lies a lineage erased from history, a bloodline that once made ancient prodigies kneel… a power that commands a presence capable of tipping Aetheria’s fragile balance in a single night. Now the world isn’t just dangerous. It’s watching him. And if the they discovers what he truly is... Survival may no longer be enough.

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?

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…

In a world overrun by dungeon gates and deadly monsters, a boy loses his family and is left to raise his two younger siblings alone. To keep them fed and safe, he throws himself into the most dangerous dungeons, braving constant peril and terrifying beasts, surviving life and death situations. This is a story of a young man named Kage Lindsay as he fights his way up from the bottom to become one of the greatest Hunters alive.

"There are two types of people in the world after going to hell, the ones who will do anything to protect others so that they don't go through the same pain as them and the other who will do anything to let the world know about their pain, the former is called a hero and the latter is called a villain and I shall be a Villain"- Zhan

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.

"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 ]

As the son-in-law of a middle-class family, Alexander Reynolds lived a life no different from that of a servant. His wife's family despised him and forbade his daughter from calling him "dad." They humiliated and demeaned him daily, with only his wife standing by his side, providing him with emotional support. When his daughter fell seriously ill, the Marshall family pressured him to divorce Eleanor Marshall, hurling insults and declaring him unworthy of his beautiful wife and precious daughter. Little did they know that Alexander was the heir to the powerful Reynolds family. If his mother hadn't taken him away years ago, he wouldn't have ended up in such an impoverished state. Alexander made up his mind. He would claim his inheritance. Once he accepted this power, no one would be able to stand in his way!