Level Up Zombie

If you had amazing intellect and memory you'd think that you'd be revered and worshipped by many right? Wrong! That was the case for Levi who was born with astronomically insane mental abilities but fate played a cruel game on him by giving him a frail and weak body to house his mind. Thus, in this world of Arcane Energy, brute strength and destructive magical abilities are what is valued thereby making Levi's gift a curse rather than a gift. But a mysterious event turns Levi's fate for the better when a gate suddenly opens right when he was about to perform the Awakening ritual and he wakes up with a mysterious system that allows him to use his mental strength to build his physical strength and magic. From the weak, Arcane-less boy who couldn't live up to his parents reputation, Levi with this new found talent is able to Evolve Infinitely. He embarks on a journey to get stronger and rescue his family, but what happens when gods, monsters, and otherworldly civilizations all stake their claim on Earth? When faced with endless dimensions and infinite trial, what truly matters? Power? Talent? Or the unyielding human spirit?

Oliver transmigrated and became the sole heir of the Jones family, a top conglomerate, but not even a week had passed when he encountered a classic scene… His fiancée, accompanied by another man, stormed into the office, shouting: "Oliver, you're an arrogant, evil man. I don't love you. I'm breaking up our engagement today!" Faced with this ridicule from the start, Oliver calmly activated the [Villain System] that he was transmigrated with. "Breaking off the engagement? Fine, but settle the 250 million dollar penalty for breach of contract." By manipulating the cash flow in reverse, his cold, arrogant fiancée was brought down from her high pedestal, and she was left with deep regret, begging him for forgiveness. But this was just the beginning. The Divine Healer Descending from the Mountain, the King of Soldiers, the hidden Son-In-Law… No matter who comes, Oliver shall trample them all. As for those childhood sweethearts, innocent junior sisters, fiancées... Oliver shall take them all too. "Who said being a villain is hard? Being a villain is just too awesome!"

#MAGIC #ACTION #CYBERPUNK #GENIUS #SYSTEM #COLDBLOODED #HAREM. ---------------------- Ghost dies a gruesome death at the hand of his arch-nemesis, his life long enemy, the culprit of his precious death...the object of his countless nightmares and trauma. At death door, he wonders how a single night of kindness botched long years of planing and pain.... All it took? a bullet! Click- bang! He died. Everything down the drain...wasted Floating through the cold void, he embraces death with open arms....sinking, dreaming of reuniting with his beloved......or not. The flames of life burned hotter. He wanted to live! ----------------------- "...Where is this.." ".. Who am I...." Waking up in the dead body of Rex who recently died to poison. He stunned at the absurdity of the matter..... suddenly [System initializing] [Binding host] [Welcome to the Chaos Magic System] ".............WTF?!" -------------------- How would Rex fare when he realizes he was reincarnated with a Magic System in a technology advanced world? Join the wild ride, and buckle your seatbelts for some action!

"They called me trash. They called me a sacrifice. Now, I will call myself their God." In his earlier days, Kael led elite troops - fierce, unshakable till the very last breath. Yet that devotion got twisted into deceit. His own bosses handed him over; missiles tore through him while rage roared inside his chest. Yet dying wasn’t the finish. Kael wakes up inside Kaelen Vance - once the shamed third heir of a top martial bloodline. Out here, power rules; Kaelen had none - he couldn’t channel energy at all. His siblings tormented him nonstop until his cousin killed him just to steal his birthright. One heart, tied by a twist of deceit - yet both walking the same path. A bond broken before it even began. Right when Kael gets ready to battle his way free from hell, a robotic voice echoes inside his head - Welcome, Host - the God-Slayer System just powered up Using the System, Kaelan’s weak body changes fast - suddenly strong. The Ancient Dragon Body awakens, making stuck energy paths pump raw strength nonstop. Now he spots enemy details at a glance, grabs epic skills almost instantly. Killing foes pushes him higher, each battle adding power bit by bit. The family that turned their back on him? They’ll bow down. His cousin - the one who ended his life? Blood will answer for it. As for the so-called gods running everything? They’re marked now. Starting from the bottom world up to the top god realms, Kaelen moves forward - cold, focused. Survival isn't enough; instead, he takes control by force. This isn't about some brave savior fixing everything. Nah, this one’s about a ruler who just claimed it all instead.

When the dead rose, Zavier didn't grab a gun—he grabbed his phone. Equipped with a survival app that seems to know exactly how to annoy him into staying alive, Zavier teams up with the lethal Maine to navigate a world gone mad. From using tinsel as a weapon to dodging city-sized monsters, it’s a comedy of errors where the punchline is usually a bite to the neck. Surviving the end of the world is easy; surviving the guidebook is the hard part.

Everett, a passionate gamer, finds himself trapped in his own game, now a deadly reality. Surrounded by fierce monsters and chaos, he must face tough challenges and navigate betrayal. Teaming up with unlikely allies, including a potential enemy seeking revenge, Everett’s every decision could mean the difference between life and death. Can Everett survive and save the world, or will he be defeated by his own creation?

My name is Tobe, and I am just a poor boy from the Mainland slums. In our city, a massive concrete wall separates the poor people from the rich elites who live on the Island. The rich have everything: wealth, high-tech weapons, and powerful magic guilds. We have nothing but dirt and rifts, dangerous tears in reality that let monsters crawl into our streets. To keep my fourteen-year-old sister, Amarachi, safe, I worked myself to the bone. But the Island elites do not care about people like us. They tricked me. They used my family, took our blood, and left us to die so they could unlock a dark, legendary power called the Calamity Core. But I did not die. Instead, I woke up with a blue digital screen floating in front of my eyes. The system gave me a unique power that no other hunter has: Sovereign Necromancy. With every monster I kill, and with every corrupt elite I strike down, I can command their souls to stand up and fight for me. Every shadow I touch becomes my loyal soldier. Now, the rich elites are hunting us down to steal the core inside my sister's chest. But Amarachi is not a helpless child anymore, and I am no longer a weak boy from the slums. With an army of shadows at my back, I am breaking through their walls. I will protect my sister, destroy their corrupt guilds, and make every single billionaire pay for what they did to us.

Ever wondered why isekai protagonists always wake up comfortably in bed, complete with their predecessor's memories and a tearful sister/maid at their side? Well, our hero isn't so lucky. No convenient memory inheritance. No peaceful awakening. No helpful NPC guide. Instead, Kyle opens his eyes to find himself bound and at the mercy of a ruthless sorceress wielding a whip, demanding answers he doesn't have. Zero tutorial, straight to the boss fight. "Talk! Or else…" "Lady, I don't even know who I am!" Trapped in a medieval fantasy world where magic is heresy and the Church hunts practitioners without mercy, Kyle must navigate political intrigue, dodge religious persecution, and somehow survive the schemes of a dangerous sorceress - all while armed with nothing but his wits and a mysteriously acquired AI companion with a talent for unhelpful commentary. Welcome to a fantasy world where: Your enemies are smarter than you Your allies might kill you tomorrow The Church wants you dead And your snarky AI buddy won't stop critiquing your life choices

In a world where cultivators risk their lives for power, Zarox has one goal: to never die. Paralyzed by an extreme phobia of death, he joins a legendary sect hoping for safety, only to end up as a lowly kitchen hand. But when he discovers a rusty, magical cauldron that turns scraps into divine artifacts, his path to immortality takes a hilarious and chaotic turn. Zarox doesn't want to be a hero; he just wants to live forever, even if it means hiding behind five layers of armor and winning battles through sheer, stubborn cowardice. Will his desperate quest for survival make him the greatest legend the cultivation world has ever seen?

"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 ]