In The Mind Of An Npc

Michael was humiliated by his wife's family. He always received mistreatment and was considered as a useless son-in-law. Until finally, his true identity was revealed and made all of his wife's family shocked. "I am the grandson of Gracia and the sole heir of the Zyailendra family."

He was a man who had nothing to his name nor anyone he could call a family. Just living as a corpse without any goal. He had lost all motivation to live and was just pushing the days because of a promise he made. 'Make sure to enjoy your life' He remembered the face of a woman who gave up her whole life for him. He looked at the rope in his hand, feeling disgusted at himself. He felt like his life had no motive. But that's when it happened. [The Necromancer System has chosen you] [The system is recommending you climb the Tower of Myth] [If you successfully climb to the top of the Tower, any one of your wishes will be fulfilled, no matter what it is] [Do you want to take the test of the Myth Tower?] [Yes/No] A reason for him to live appeared. The story of the One who had regained his will to live is about to start....

Hinata Fujuzuki, as always he was returning home after a long day at the office But a robber thought it would be better if he killed him. He now dies and his soul is sent to Hell, to be more precise He was chosen by a system as A God Candidate [[ Information: A small settlement is Housing 54 villagers. Their daily lives are normal They live just like everyone else, They can fall in love, get married, Have kids, and die of old age. They are your quest) Quest: Massacre everyone in the village within the Time frame of 24 hours.) Was the first Quest He received. How should a man who has lived a Normal life in Japan react to the certain demands he has been given. A New road filled with blood is being Curved For Ruthven the new Hinata Fujuzuki ************* check the discord server where you can give your comments https://discord.gg/BdMQ6EjyFB

He lost his memories He forgot his true identity While wandering about, lost and injured, he saved a millionaire from death. In gratitude, the old man took him in and got him married to the granddaughter. His new life seemed perfect until the old man died, then the family showed their true colours. They have always despised him but kept it hidden because of the old man. His wife revealed that was pregnant for another man and he was kicked out of the family home without a cent to his name. An unfortunate accident or just a case of being at the right place at the right time, and he regains his memory. He remembered that he's the heir to the country's greatest fortune, but he also realised that he had enemies among his own blood. Now he must fight back and return to his birthright. But he would never forget those who wronged him and he wouldn't wait for karma to give them what they deserved.

Cologne is a young detective who is forced to be contacted by a demon. A traumatic event that befell him, makes humans chaotic. But in the midst of his despair, there he met a demon. Thanks to the demon, Cologne slowly managed to heal the inner wounds he suffered.

When Mona, the Duke's only daughter, married Styles, he was nothing short of the man of her dreams. Tall, handsome and smart. All it took was one accident to change that. Styles lost not only his legs but his handsome face now all she had left was an ugly cripple she couldn't stand. So she enslaved him and moved on with her life. To crown it all, the sinfully gorgeous Emperor of Black Empire was asking for her hand. No woman would throw that away for a nobody rocking a wheelchair. Unknown to her, the ugly crippled man locked away in the servant's quarters might not be a nobody after all.

Aella “whirlwind” Harlow was looking at the screen of her phone with earbuds on, the live speech of Aniya Rossi in the United Nations. She sighed and mumbled when it ended, “Dumbass… Werewolves accepted by society, protectors, helping Humanity achieve greatness. Yeah, greatness my butt! A good Werewolf is a dead Werewolf! Spoiled brat… Stupid bitch…” She checked her quiver, counting the darts still there. A quick glance at the pistol crossbow on the left side of her belt, and at the Ruger gun inside the holster under her left armpit. Grabbing her faithful Labrys, a double edge axe, was the last thing she did before hearing a howl nearby. Aella frowned and mumbled, “Showtime…” (It is the sequel of "The Flesh-Eating Werewolf", set 20 years in the future, but can be read as a stand alone, but with minor mentions to events in the first story, and some previous characters that will appear in this story.)

Edward was dumped, insulted and cheated by his wife and her family. he was known widely as a piece of trash whose only purpose is to clean and serve his wife's family. One day, Edward undergo through a massive change but Stella, his wife didn't care untill after the divorce, Edward became the only son of the richest man in San Francisco and other huge countries. But people are yet to find out the source of his unknown wealth which originated from things surpassing the supernatural.

Ethan was happily married to Bella Harrison, the billionaire heiress, for three years. But on the day of their third anniversary, he's humiliated by Bella and her family and thrown out into the streets, after being beaten to a pulp. All he had ever done was love Bella unconditionally while working his ass off to provide for their family. Suddenly, a fleet of cars showed up at where Ethan had been dumped on the street. A man bowed before his bloody and tattered self, saying, “Young Master, I'm here to bring you home.”

In an urban city with dark pasts, on the night of a full lunar moon, a pregnant maid returning from work was raped to death by three drunk men. Her death was enough to nudge them to their senses... They buried her. A day after the corpse had tasted moistures and gloom, a snake crawled its way into the shabbily covered pit. And seven minutes later, out of the pit crawled out a pumpkin eating cute baby; A dark spirit of the past that haunted the land many centuries ago had found an excuse to be reborn; The body of an unborn child... the cuter, the bloodier, it'd thought!