I Cultivate Passively

At his fiance’s birthday party, Victor Leighton comes with the lowest gift. He gets mocked and humiliated by everybody, even his fiancé, Maria Siesta, who cut off their relationship and then chooses Victor’s older brother who’s more successful and is the heir of Leighton Family, Verlaine Leighton. Bad luck doesn’t stop coming. Victor also chased by debt collectors who are come to collect Victor’s mother's debts who was love to gambling. Victor is underestimated even by his own family. He is the youngest child of Leighton and is also called the most useless one. Everybody always looks at his siblings, even his father never look at him and abandoned him. When he almost dies after being beaten by debt collectors, Victor swears he will be a successful man more than his siblings. But a system window appear before him and said that Victor is the master of the Unlimited Dollar System; a system that can make Victor get whatever he wants in the blink of an eye by using his unlimited money. He’s already at the top of the top, now what will he do? Get everything he wants or … revenge?

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.

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 ]

"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.

In a world where every tamer awakens a single, fixed talent… Kael was cursed with the weakest of them all, Parasitic Bond, an ability everyone mocked as useless. Until they realized the truth. Kael doesn’t just bond with beasts… He steals their talents, and keeps them forever. Starting with a dying wolf pup, Kael begins a ruthless rise, copying abilities, stacking powers, and triggering terrifying evolutions no one has ever seen. What begins as a fragile companion soon mutates into a chimeric monster, one that carries the traits of dragons, phoenixes, and things far more dangerous. But power comes at a cost. As Kael climbs the ranks of the Beast Tower and crushes so-called geniuses, his forbidden ability draws attention, from elite clans, jealous prodigies, and powerful figures who would rather see him controlled… or erased. Even those who get close to him find themselves bound by a strange, addictive connection they can’t fully resist. Now, hunted and feared, Kael must decide. Will he stop before he becomes a monster… or will he devour every talent in existence and rewrite the laws of this world?

Kevin Brooks can see the expiration date of everything, including human lives. When he tries to cheat fate for his best friend, he discovers a terrifying cosmic trade-off: every life extended is a life stolen from someone else. Now, he must decide how much he is willing to sacrifice to play god.

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!

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.