I Just Want A Peaceful Life

“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?

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?

Joseph Guezz is the only son-in-law of the Smith family who doesn't have a wealthy fortune. Everyone always calls him a useless son-in-law, and he is always humiliated by all of his wife's family. One day, Joseph returns to his family home and becomes his father's substitute as a billionaire. Then he announces to everyone who has ever insulted him, "I AM NOT A POOR SON-IN-LAW!"

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.

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 ]

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?

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.