I Signed In At Marvel And Became The Awesome Magician

Framed for the corporate destruction of his home city while exiled on a fake European fellowship, architect Darian Cole returns to Varen City to find a luxury development bearing his stolen name and his wife living in its penthouse with his corrupt former deputy. Facing a public that despises him, including his own father, Darian uncovers a forged signature and an illegal paper trail engineered to make him the scapegoat. Partnering with an relentless investigative reporter and armed with physical consultation records, Darian exposes a multi-city investment scheme, clearing his name and building a new model of public accountability to protect the next neighborhood from being erased.

Nathan Gray, the Titan Logistics team lead, discovers evidence of the conglomerate’s widespread corruption, and ultimately pays with his life for his knowledge. Betrayed and murdered by those he worked for, Nathan wakes up in the body of Excel Winchester, the privileged grandson of the chairman of Aetherion Dynamics, the world’s most powerful conglomerate. Driven by the prospect of bloody vengeance and backed by an Elevator that seemed to placate him with more stealing of glances at the next on this timeline of theirs, wealth, and power; Excel finds himself in cut-throat corporate rivalry and treachery as he seeks to find his killers. Yet as allegiances shift and secrets come to light, Excel must determine if revenge is worth sacrificing all he has created.

Desmond is just another broke nursing student, trying to balance survival with his hidden passion—programming. Out of sleepless nights and a mind restless with possibility, he builds something extraordinary: a program he calls The Algorithm. At first, it’s a harmless tool, predicting the outcomes of football matches with eerie precision. But soon, it begins to do more. The Algorithm starts reaching beyond sports, predicting reality itself—betrayals, crimes, murders—before they happen. What seemed like Desmond’s way out of poverty quickly becomes a curse. His friendships fracture, loyalties twist, and the wrong people begin to take notice. A mysterious figure known only as The Arbiter circles closer, determined to control the program at all costs. As danger closes in, Desmond is forced into a relentless struggle: should he profit from the knowledge, destroy the creation that defines him, or fight to protect it from those who would use it for darker purposes? But one question haunts him most—if the future can be predicted, can it ever be changed?

Once the legendary God of Flame, He died fighting three Great Demon, only to awaken 1,300 years later in the body of a powerless young noble framed by his own family. In an age where magic has nearly vanished and warriors rule, he still possesses the knowledge of a god. Now, he will reclaim his power and show the world what true magic looks like.

“What do you mean? What cyst?” Sebastian blinked, staring at the small screen on his phone, feeling his heart beat faster. The emergency information he had just received made him pause in front of his door, but then he ran to the car without thinking. He knew that something serious had happened to his wife. He had to get to the hospital immediately. His voice was hoarse as he spoke to the hospital operator, trying to get a grasp of the situation as quickly as possible. “This is a complication… You need to come to the hospital immediately and sign the consent form for surgery as soon as possible.” The voice was flat but urgent.

In a world where the strong rule and the weak are forgotten, Mo Qian is reborn at the very bottom with nothing to his name. But he carries a secret ability no one has ever seen. When he touches a weapon he can see its soul. The battles it has fought. The warriors who wielded it. The martial arts secrets buried deep within the steel. All of it waiting to be devoured and made his own. One touch. One command. A lifetime of another warrior's experience becomes his. But knowledge without strength is worthless. And Mo Qian is still just a skinny boy at the bottom of the world with everything against him. He will rise though. One blade at a time. One soul at a time. All under heaven will kneel. I Alone Devour All Under Heaven.

They called me a loser. They laughed when I got dumped in the rain. They thought my life was over. They were wrong. My name is Leo Vance. Twenty-four years old, junior analyst, three years of savings thrown away on an engagement ring my ex-girlfriend never wanted. The night she left me for Richard — the arrogant heir of my own company — something inside me broke. Or maybe something finally woke up. An old coin I bought at a flea market years ago cut my palm. Blood met metal. And then I heard it. **[Ding! Omni-Investment System activated.]** Now I see what nobody else can. Above every person, every object, every decision — glowing numbers. Investment return rates. Percentages. Exact outcomes. A beggar on the street? *Invest $50. Return: 10,000%.* A "worthless" painting at auction? *Hidden masterpiece. Return: 4,000%.* A quiet intern everyone ignores? *Key to destroying your enemy. Return: 5,000%.* I started with fifty dollars. Within a week, I had a million. Within a month, Richard was on his knees, his family's empire crumbling because of information only I could see. But money was just the beginning. The deeper I go, the more I realize this system doesn't just show financial returns. It shows martial secrets, ancient techniques, hidden powers buried in this city's underworld. The people who laughed at me? They're about to learn what happens when a nobody sees everything. I don't get angry. I don't beg. I invest. And I always collect.

Once upon a time, I was as stupid as a dog. Wherever she went, I followed her, like a piece of chewing gum that could not be shaken off. I would eat shit and agree with her words. Everyone called me a "fool" and said that this was how my life would be, and how I would end. But when I finally woke up—— ...... "You said you were my wife but I do not deserve to be your husband? Oh, but look at your face! It's ugly to fit with mine even in a mere picture!" "Didn't you say you'd rather die than let me touch you? Now you're begging me, crying, wanting a son from me who looks like me—shouldn't you be dying instead?!" "Why is everyone saying I have been bullying? Sit back and watch, it's just the beginning." * * When the abandoned fool finally regained his memory, the whole world realized that they had offended the wrong person—they had to come begging for forgiveness. WHAT TO EXPECT: [o] In a nutshell, this is a Romance meets Indomitable Husband and The Heir... with a dash of Face slapping. [o] Progression Urban Story. No instantly showoff your wealth MC. [o] Much violence and romance elements. [o] Clever schemes, well detailed action, and in-depth character development and drama. [o] No system or magic

After having a terrible accident, Clover somehow transferred to the body of a man named Aston. However, who would have thought that Aston was the husband of the woman Clover loved so much in the past. The woman who managed to make Clover devastated and regretful. Getting a second chance, should Clover play the role of Aston, or should he still be Clover? "As the richest and most famous mafia in this country, of course I will take the second option! I have high self-esteem, Damn it! Why do I have to pretend to be a stupid and weak husband like Aston?!"

Alaric Hildebrand—the eldest heir to the Lord of Vaelcryss, House Hildebrand. A cruel betrayal forcibly wiped out his family. "It's my fault for falling for that girl," Alaric lamented regretfully. What should have been a happy day had turned into a stabbing without any harm. He swore revenge if he were to come back to life, even if it meant sacrificing everything he owned. –I Died on My Wedding Day