I Am A Ghoul

The zombies are everywhere! Danny used to be a young high school boy with a simple life but not for long. His peaceful life took a drastic turnaround when he got his face burnt by a group of jealous schoolmates and transmigrated into a world recently rampaged with the outbreak of the ZOMBIE VIRUS. His skinny body was no longer skinny but was athletic and sexy. Danny knew that definitely, this wasn't his body– not his identity! Strangely, Danny finds all the people he knew from his reality in this new world but with different personalities and identities. Makes him wonder where he is and now, while surviving the apocalypse with other survivors— Danny wants to find himself. “I'm Danny and I want to find Danny...”

Oliver transmigrated and became the sole heir of the Jones family, a top conglomerate, but not even a week had passed when he encountered a classic scene… His fiancée, accompanied by another man, stormed into the office, shouting: "Oliver, you're an arrogant, evil man. I don't love you. I'm breaking up our engagement today!" Faced with this ridicule from the start, Oliver calmly activated the [Villain System] that he was transmigrated with. "Breaking off the engagement? Fine, but settle the 250 million dollar penalty for breach of contract." By manipulating the cash flow in reverse, his cold, arrogant fiancée was brought down from her high pedestal, and she was left with deep regret, begging him for forgiveness. But this was just the beginning. The Divine Healer Descending from the Mountain, the King of Soldiers, the hidden Son-In-Law… No matter who comes, Oliver shall trample them all. As for those childhood sweethearts, innocent junior sisters, fiancées... Oliver shall take them all too. "Who said being a villain is hard? Being a villain is just too awesome!"

"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 ]

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.

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.

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?

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?

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.

"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

Quinn never believed in happy endings… and life kept proving him right. Then one night, a delivery scooter ended his miserable streak. This is where he finally rests, right? But death wasn’t the end—because now Quinn has a system. But he wasn’t granted the best kind that makes you rich or ridiculously strong. Nope. This one runs on suffering. Pain, humiliation, and endless setbacks are now officially his “level-up materials.” Thrown into a cultivation world as nothing more than a low-tier servant, with no power, no status, and no future, Quinn is forced to face a reality where every bit of pain, humiliation, and hardship is the only way forward. In short: life sucks, death sucks… and cultivation sucks even more.