I Only Wanted A Class In The Apocalypse

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.

Isaac, a 33 years old virgin, was living life watching anime and playing the dungeon-based game. When suddenly, a client reached out for him to gather information. As a publicly renowned, most dangerous man for his ability to gather information, he had to do his job begrudgingly even though he wanted to finish watching the last episode of his favorite anime. However, he still died at the hands of his client, who was not even aware of who he was. He did not regret what she had done, for Isaac only wished one thing before he died. Another life where he will live his life to the fullest in a world of fantasy. Inadvertently, his wish was granted by a system. However, he became a Mosquito? Come and let's join Isaac's Journey as a mosquito while he conquers even the world's largest, most dangerous dungeon!

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.

“Sarah!” Robin’s voice cracked, raw with betrayal. “After everything I did for you? The bone marrow donation—” Sarah rolled her eyes dramatically, her laughter sharp and dismissive. “Oh, please. Did you really think I cared about you? You were just… convenient.” Marcus moved to stand beside her, draping an arm around her shoulders. “Tell him about the face you made when he thought you actually liked him back. That story kills at parties.” The laughter between them burned through Robin’s veins. Every memory of their time together—every smile, every touch, every whispered promise—twisted into something ugly and false. “You used me…” Robin whispered, the truth finally sinking in. Sarah tilted her head, her expression cold and mocking. “Obviously. Let me spell it out for you, since you’re too dense to get it.” She stepped closer, her voice dripping with contempt. "I only kept you around because your bone marrow matched mine. Now that I'm cured, you're about as useful as yesterday's garbage. But look on the bright side – at least some part of you turned out to be useful. More than we can say for the rest!" After donating his bone marrow to save Sarah's life, Robin discovers their relationship was nothing but a cruel joke. Beaten and left for dead in a kennel of vicious guard dogs, his mysterious family ring suddenly activates, revealing his true heritage as heir to America's most powerful shadow organization! With supernatural abilities and unimaginable wealth as Eagle Industries' new CEO, Robin would show them what happens when you mistake kindness for weakness. After all, when you've been treated like a dog, sometimes you have to bare your fangs to survive!

"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

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.

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?

After years of war, he finally returns home, only to discover he has a daughter he never knew existed, and she has been kidnapped to become someone else’s heart donor. They thought they had taken a helpless little girl, but they had just declared war on the most dangerous man alive.

Einer is known as a loser on the campus, but he has a gorgeous, popular girlfriend so he believes that his life is wonderful even though he's a loser and bullied a lot. But that wonderful life turns to a nightmare when Einer sees his girlfriend cheating on him with a popular guy on the campus; the one who bullies Einer the most. Einer is mad, trying to show his anger only to get a bad injury after fighting the popular guy who can beat him up easily. But when Einer is about to black out, he feels like something runs through his veins, like the electricity to wake up something strange on his body. Something strange, and super strong that some people call awakening power. Who knows if the loser is one of the specials? If Einer has managed to control his power, that will be the day he becomes the invincible.