I Was Reincarnated As A Slime

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?

Benjamin was a nobody, a common scholarship student and an orphan with no support, he only had his girlfriend, the woman he gave everything to even when he had nothing. Their relationship was kept secret because Annabelle said she detested attention but during an excursion, she was shamelessly flirting with the school richest guy, Bryant a spoilt egoistic brat and when Benjamin confronted her gently, she felt embarrassed, like he was doing too much, like he was a pest disturbing her. And even when disaster struck, and Annabelle had the chance to save him, she left him to his death but Benjamin didn't die, choosing to protect a man that wasn't there when he was. But something mysterious happened to him afterwards.

Caelan Voss spent four years behind bars to protect the woman he loved, and when he came back, what he got wasn't a warm embrace but divorce papers. Abandoned by his wife, humiliated by her family, driven out of the hospital where he once thrived, everyone in Velmont was convinced Caelan was finished. What they didn't know, those four years in prison didn't destroy him, but turned him into something far more dangerous than they ever knew. Now Caelan Voss is back, not to apologize or beg for sympathy, but to force everyone who ever stepped on him to kneel at his feet.

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 ]

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?

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.

For years, Damien Stark endured the relentless torment of bullying, a life defined by isolation and despair. But one morning, everything changed. As the sun rose, Damien awoke to a world consumed by chaos and devastation. The apocalypse had arrived, bringing with it a merciless system that forever altered the rules of survival. To Damien's astonishment, he discovered that he possessed a System, as well as a unique Gift that will allow him to survive in this new world. In this shattered world, he plans to do all he can to survive and rise to the top. Driven by a newfound determination, Damien embarks on a perilous journey through the remnants of civilization. Along the way, he encounters treacherous landscapes, formidable adversaries, and the haunting echoes of his painful past. Guided by his indomitable spirit, he must navigate a world teeming with peril, where every decision could mean the difference between life and death.

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.

"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