I Lived Meme

Aji has always lived in misfortune. And often get bad treatment from those around him. Suddenly carried a huge load. That is to protect the Earth from destruction. Since he found out that he was a descendant of the Shadow clan who was in charge of protecting the earth. Aji is required to fight at the risk of his life to ensure the earth is not destroyed by the leader of the Milky Way galaxy from the battle of Ragnarok. Although Aji is assisted by spiritual beings who are passed down from generation to generation to the descendants of the shadow clan. But it was Aji who had no combat experience. Still feel difficult when fighting. He often almost lost his life while fighting. But Aji's persistence to protect the Earth and also protect Cecilia, the Goddess of Light, made him unyielding. Aji fought desperately. No matter how strong the enemy in front of him is, Aji still fights with all his strength. Until finally, Aji won the battle of Ragnarok. However, has Ragnarok really ended?

After all the children at the orphanage where he lived were killed, Gerald fled aimlessly. That was when a gate appeared in the city, spewing monsters that attacked humans. Instead, humans awakened new abilities to fight those monsters. Except for Gerald, because he died. When everyone gained power, Gerald became the first human to die from this disaster. But when he opened his eyes, he was reborn in a new world. A very different world from the earth. [Congratulations!] [You have been reincarnated as disaster] [Reward: Promoted as Creator] [Destroy all the worlds and you can recreate the world. Your own world your own rules!] [Include: Resurrect the dead] A system appeared. He got the chance to create the world he wanted. However, the man who killed his family suddenly appeared in this new world. How could he exist in this world? That man approached baby Gerald and took something from him. [WARNING!] [YOUR DISASTER CORE HAS BEEN STOLEN!]

Eron Camden just wanted to be free of his past... He was hellbent to escape it all: Being the oddity of the pack, dealing with a demanding Alpha father, living in the shadow of his overachiever brother and working for a corrupt, sex-starved boss who wanted to keep him in his private army/ Finally finding a way to fake his own death and erase his former assassin/mobster identity, he moved into the most remote mountain village he can find and lived the life of a hunter/logger/handyman while staying off the grid. While doing so, he found himself being accepted by the village people, loved by the local children and even trusted by the community elders. And upon meeting the widow Diwana, he knew he never wanted to leave that village again. But, unfortunately for him, his past is fast catching up to him. Worse, he is totally unaware of it. Would they still accept him if they knew who he really was? Will he still dare stay and endanger everyone he now loves?

One modern smartphone. Zero social skills. And a world of women who want his "magic." Arthur lived seventy years as a "good man"a polite way of saying he died a virgin with a literal allergy to women. Touched by his purity, the Goddess Venus offers him a second chance in another realm of Venhus. But thanks to a divine blunder, Arthur wakes up as a 20 year old scrawny, powerless orphan in a world where women rule with magic and steel. His only lifeline? A Spectral Smartphone that can order anything from Earth...from Glocks and Kevlar to Flamin' Hot Cheetos. The catch: the currency is Venus Points (VP), earned only through physical and romantic intimacy. For a man who breaks out in hives during a handshake, Arthur is in a comedic hell. To survive greedy queens and demon mages, he must overcome his terror and "farm" points from the very women he’s spent a lifetime avoiding. Building an empire is easy. Surviving the first kiss is the real boss fight.

For millennia the people of Argathe lived in both simple and peaceful conditions until it's invasion by the infamous General Kurt Albrecht. Armed with Bronze swords, flint spears and arrows; they were no match for Othmir and it's explosive artilleries. A vast number of Argathes population were taken into captive and enslaved by the Othmirs. Five hundred years past Argathe is free in name alone but are still under subjection to the exploitation from Othmirs. Navir is a teenage boy raised by his widowed Mother in a small Argathe city. He is full of hopes and dreams about his future. However, in the society in which he lives, standing out is dangerous. Ambition draws eyes and potential invites ruin. When Mysterious forces take notes notice of Navir, his world shifts. Friends, family and acquaintances grow cold. It becomes clear that in Argathe, those with potential are silenced before they get to rise. Navir must survive in a land that destroys it's own future. Because in Argathe, possessing great potential isn't a blessing, it's a death sentence.

A murderer. A crazy woman. Is what they all call me. Apparently to me, I'm seeing the dead, which makes me crazy to everyone, but I know I'm not. Being stuck in a psychiatric hospital with a pending murder case at hand is not how I pictured this time of my life. I don't really get it. I am a lot of things that I'm not proud of, but certainly not a murderer. How on earth will I be able to vindicate myself if the dead is making me look like a murderer? How will I be able to vindicate myself when my past ways isn't even something to write home about, and all it can do is just spice up my case? How will I be able to save myself when I, and the dead was never in good terms, and I happen to be the cause of it all? What have I done to myself?

I am Kava, an ordinary person as usual. I'm not the chosen person by the system. One day, I got a lot of money. I went to a cafe to celebrate with my sister, Mika. It was then that we came under attack from a chosen system user. I lost the fight and my sister was taken away. I found a Florine system bracelet and I put it on. However, that's not a combat type system and I wasn't chosen. Even the system guide insulted me. What do I have to do to be able to use the system?

The event: an unforeseen cataclysm which wiped out all of life leaving but a fraction… So they say, but I know the truth, even though I'm uncertain of how it really happened. I can't seem to remember much. Compared to when i first awoken, 50 years ago, even if it's a fraction I'd call it progress. Over 200 years has passed since the event and I'm trying to find the answer to how this place came to be. I know it's not going to be easy and you can guarantee I'm going to fall into some unwanted predicaments. My goal: return it to the time before even if it takes destroying this world. To do that i think i have to find the one who cursed me and stole my memories... What i truly am, I'm yet to find out, and how I plunge the world into its current state. Author's note: I know my synopsis sucks but pls bear with me.

They call me Julian Mercer and I keep my head down because I learned the hard way that a name can be a target. I answered an ad for a rental and signed a paper I promised myself I’d never sign: a marriage contract. The job was simple — be the son-in-law for thirty days, take the money, be gone. The family needs a “son” to secure a heritage grant and I need the cash to buy a clean slate. What I didn’t plan for was the way Lila Ardmore looked at me like she already knew what I was hiding. Another thing I didn’t plan for was the ledger in an old piano and the way a neighbor called my mother’s name, and the knot in my gut that felt like an alarm the night someone tried to burn the past into ash. I came to act. I stayed to fix what I broke, and the longer I stayed the more I realized the man I was taught to be will not survive who I have to become. If you want my story, read it from where the dark starts.

No one came any closer to me since I began to hear voices. It was as if I possessed some kind of aura that attracted everyone, like a field that attracted people. I was either insane or a monster, which I suppose I could be, according to everyone at school. I was able to hear what others were thinking, but no one else seemed to be able to, and some of them remembered me from first grade, when everything first started. I was able to focus better on school because I was isolated, and I loved to do well in school. Since I learned how to silence the voices, at least it had. Before that, I was unable to think in light of the consistent clamor of every other person's brain pounding me constantly.