I Am A Lion

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.

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.

She buried her husband three years ago. She's been visiting his grave every year since, telling herself the same lie: that grief fades, that closure is real, that Adrian is gone. Then a photo lands in her phone. A billionaire at a gala, laughing at something off camera. Adrian's face, on a stranger's body, wearing a stranger's name. Elena tells herself it's coincidence, until she's sitting across from Damian Voss in his own office and he says her name, a name that was never on her business card. Damian doesn't remember her. He doesn't remember much of anything before the coma that rebuilt him from nothing, a new identity, a new life, built on top of a silence nobody in his life has ever questioned out loud. But somebody built that silence on purpose. And somebody is still protecting it. The closer Elena gets to the truth, the more it costs her, and the more it costs the people around her. Because the man who buried her husband's identity didn't do it to save him. He did it because a dead man can't testify. Some graves don't hold what you buried in them. Some marriages don't end the way you think they did. And some men come back not because they escaped, but because someone finally let them go.

For years, Damien Stark endured the relentless torment of bullying, a life defined by isolation and despair. But one morning, everything changed. As the sun rose, Damien awoke to a world consumed by chaos and devastation. The apocalypse had arrived, bringing with it a merciless system that forever altered the rules of survival. To Damien's astonishment, he discovered that he possessed a System, as well as a unique Gift that will allow him to survive in this new world. In this shattered world, he plans to do all he can to survive and rise to the top. Driven by a newfound determination, Damien embarks on a perilous journey through the remnants of civilization. Along the way, he encounters treacherous landscapes, formidable adversaries, and the haunting echoes of his painful past. Guided by his indomitable spirit, he must navigate a world teeming with peril, where every decision could mean the difference between life and death.

Ryan Volde has just lost his job when a mysterious black letter appears on his door. Minutes later, he wakes inside Blackthorn Arcane Academy—a hidden school where magic is real, and failure can cost far more than a bad grade. There is only one problem. Ryan's evaluation is terrible. Low Strength. Low Agility. Almost nonexistent Arcane ability. According to Blackthorn itself, even an angry farm chicken poses a greater threat than he does. Among all the new candidates, Ryan seems to be the weakest. But the Mirror of Appraisal fails to uncover one thing. Hidden within Ryan is an SS-Rank Talent called Universal Prodigy, a mysterious ability that allows him to learn twice as fast and temporarily copy certain abilities from others. While the geniuses of Blackthorn compete to prove their worth, Ryan decides to keep his true Talent hidden. Because being the weakest student may be humiliating. But making everyone believe he is weak might become his greatest advantage.

"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 ]

"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

They called Jace Vance the perfect husband—a brilliant scientist who abandoned his groundbreaking career to become the devoted house husband, as his wife, Clara, demanded. For six years, he poured every ounce of his soul into his family, nurturing their sickly daughter, Daisy, while Clara built her empire. He believed his sacrifice was for love. He was wrong. That was the day Jace Vance stopped being Mr. Nice Guy. The man who emerges from the ashes of his broken life is a different beast—a ruthless genius with nothing left to lose. He will return to the world that once praised him, not for fame or wealth, but for a vengeance that will make Clara and Mason regret they ever underestimated a father’s love. The question is no longer if he will win, but how much of their world he will burn to the ground before he does.

Darian Voss was cast into a toxic abyss by Bram — a team captain who exploited every sacrifice he made for mere public clout. To the academy world, Darian was nothing more than a trash supporter who died a fool's death. But at the bottom of the darkness, death became the catalyst for his awakening. Through a blood bond with Pippo, an ancient crystal fox, Darian's Aether circuit transforms into Infinite Potential Blooming. He no longer merely provides standard buffs; Darian can now awaken god-tier talent circuits in anyone cast aside as trash by the world. Alongside a squad of outcast fighters, Darian is ready to claw his way back to the grand stage. Bram and his former team will soon realize one bloody regret: throwing away their ultimate supporter was the most fatal mistake they ever made!

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.