Is This Really A Game?!

Kieran expected death but when he opened his eyes, he wasn’t greeted by a celestial herald or a mystic inheritance. He was greeted by the rotting stench of the Verdant Cloud Sect’s refuse pits thrown there after his Qi channels were shattered for daring to protect a fellow disciple. A cripple. Trash, discarded by the world of cultivation. As despair threatened to consume him, a cold, resonant voice echoed in his mind not from a heavenly treasure, but from the very spiritual garbage surrounding him. [System Initializing…] [Host Located: Zero-Star Aptitude. Mortal-Body. High Compatibility.] [Welcome to the Cosmic Scavenger Initiative. Processing Local ‘Waste’…] While geniuses plundered ancient tombs for legendary swords, Kieran’s system analyzed broken pill slag to reconstruct perfect Divine-grade elixirs. While young masters absorbed pure spirit stones, his system taught him to devour the corrosive resentment from cursed artifacts, turning poison into pure, terrifying power. His domain wasn’t a pristine meditation chamber it was the dump. And every piece of “trash” was a puzzle piece to ultimate strength. They laughed when he crawled out, covered in filth. They sneered when he dared to re-enter the outer sect as a janitor. But when a demonic beast core deemed too unstable and discarded by the Patriarch landed in the refuse heap, Kieran simply smiled. [Scanning… ‘Catastrophic-Level Waste’ detected. Beginning Assimilation.] Now, the sect that discarded him trembles. The geniuses who mocked him are baffled. For the man they left in the trash is sifting through the bones of fallen gods and the wreckage of dead realms and his cultivation path is built on everything they were too arrogant to see. This is the rise of an underdog no one saw coming, A cultivator who will forge a throne from the universe's waste.

Elias Wolfe was the nation’s youngest Major General, a man whispered about as the shadow dragon of the battlefield. But when betrayal struck, his life ended in fire and blood, only for him to awaken in the fragile body of Sebastian Grant, a despised son-in-law scorned by all. Now bound to a family that mocks him and a society that tramples on the weak, Elias hides his true identity while unraveling the web of conspiracies that destroyed him. The aristocratic legacies pull strings in the shadows, but they have no idea the wolf they thought slain still walks among them. From faceless soldier to discarded son-in-law, from humiliation to thunderous revenge… the Supreme Major General will rise again. And this time, not even the Legacy Families nor their forbidden science can cage the dragon within. 🔥 Power. 🔥 Secrets. 🔥 Face-slapping vengeance. The forsaken son-in-law they trampled will become the storm they can never contain.

Betrayed by love, broken by pride, forgotten by power. Landon Hale was once a god of war, now a worthless son-in-law in Milwaukee. But when his wife’s betrayal reawakens the divine system sealed within him, the man everyone mocked begins his ascent. Each humiliation becomes a lesson. Each insult, a weapon, and every enemy who laughed… will kneel.

In a small town where secrets run deeper than the forest, life changes forever for Aiden, a young man who uncovers a shocking family truth: his father, long thought ordinary, hides a supernatural legacy. When an ancient curse resurfaces, Aiden’s father is transformed into a werewolf, unraveling a past filled with betrayal, forbidden love, and long-buried secrets. Caught between protecting his father and discovering the mysterious identity of his grandfather—whose life choices haunt them all—Aiden navigates a world of danger, love, and loyalty. Along the way, he discovers the meaning of family, the weight of choices, and what it truly means to be loved, even when the people you trust most are capable of unforgivable acts. With humor, heartache, and romance entwined with thrilling action, this story asks: Can love survive when the line between human and beast blurs?

Everyone in New York laughed at Jack Ironheart. Three years of being walked all over by the Hart family. Three years of being insulted, hit, and spat on. They called him trash, useless, and a beggar. But one night they made one fatal mistake: They framed the wrong man. Jack Ironheart is the Undefeated God of War, the living legend every army on Earth thought was dead. One call from him and the Phantom Legion rises. One look from him and Manhattan goes black. And the richest men in New York suddenly see their bank accounts drop to zero. But now the same enemies who faked his death years ago are hiding inside the Hart family mansion, smiling. Now the worthless son-in-law is done pretending. New York will burn until every traitor begs. And the Undefeated God of War never loses.

Takumi Asano, a painter from Kyoto, Japan, had copied tens of thousands of Vincent van Gogh's oil paintings. One day, he traveled through time to Arles, a small town in Provence, France, just before Christmas in 1888. It could be said to be time travel, or rather, arriving in a parallel universe. There, he became Marcel Duval, a 20-year-old local "chimney boy". Right in front of him unfolded one of the most famous tragedies in art history: the impoverished and down-and-out Van Gogh, holding a razor, was pointing it at his left ear! — "Mr. Van Gogh! Put down the razor!" — "Tell Armand... I'll cut off my ear and give it to him right away!" Was there actually an untold secret behind Van Gogh's ear-severing incident? — "Keep it, and it will bring you more and greater works!" — "You're absolutely crazy! Who are you?" — "I'm your top-tier manager!" Years later, the Parisian art circle had undergone earth-shattering changes. Van Gogh, who had grown into a great master, no longer had darkness in his eyes: "Marcel, it really was a good idea to keep my ear. Without you, none of this would have been possible!" Takumi Asano, once a lowly copyist trapped in drudgery, had now become Marcel, the world's "Godfather of Art". He smiled and raised his glass: "Come to my Provence manor this summer. I've planted a vast sunflower field—tens of thousands of mu—just for you... By the way, would you like to see my new paintings?" 【Time-Travel Redemption + Underdog's Rise + Rewriting History】! Click to read, and join Van Gogh in defying fate to turn the tide, lighting up the stars on the canvas!

Awakening Day was supposed to be amazing. Instead, Marcus got the worst Class possible: Serial Killer. Now he has 30 days to commit murder or go insane. The System doesn't care that he's just a kid. It doesn't care about his morals. Kill or be destroyed—those are his only options. Between lying to his best friends, studying for tests, and planning his first kill, Marcus has to figure out how to feed his cursed Class without losing his soul. Can he stay human while becoming a monster? Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoy Marcus's dark journey.

🏆["Silver Medal" in "The Most Popular Novel" of "Meganovel Annual Writing Contest 2022" ]🏆 Chen Ming was transmigrated into a cultivation world with a super cheat gaming system. He will soar through heaven while living his life as he pleased!

From Erwin Wickison I never asked to be here. One moment I was living my life, and the next I was dragged—along with millions of others—into a place ruled by a system that treats us like pieces on a board. Every Game is built to break something, whether it’s a body, a mind, or the small parts of myself I keep pretending are “good.” I’ve watched people die. I’ve watched people change. And I know I’m changing too. I just hope there’s something human left in me by the end… if there’s even an end. WARNING. This book contains smut, psychological decay, moral collapse, human intimacy twisted into survival, and a variety of horrors that do not wait for your permission before sinking into your mind. It will not hold your hand. It will not apologize. And it will not stop once you open it. If you continue, you’re choosing to step into a sequence of events designed to peel apart the comfortable assumptions you rely on to feel “safe.” Some of you will be fascinated. Some of you will be disturbed. Most of you will not remain the same. I’m not here to reassure you. I’m only here to tell you one thing: Whatever you think this is, whatever you think you know… you don’t. And once you begin, you can’t go back. — Welcome to the Games

I remember it like it was yesterday blinding lights hyped crowed and the the best gamer on stage performing live right infront of me. if you tell me right then that she'd be living with me I'd probably be overjoyed or dont believe you at all... but you know what they say. never meet your heros