My Mate Has A Second Luna

For three years, everyone saw him as nothing more than a useless son-in-law. But when his wife finally chose to believe in him, the man who had been hiding in the shadows decided it was time to show the entire city who they had been mocking all along.

When a reality-shattering tear swallows a Chicago subway platform, Raymond Vance awakens in Sector 404, a desolate, starless wasteland dominated by nightly monster waves. Every transmigrated human receives a basic Lord System to construct defensive outposts, but cosmic radiation corrupts Raymond’s system firmware. He gains the unique ability to build reality-bending fortifications and Eldritch weaponry without material resources—but at the direct cost of his own sanity. ​Forced into an active survival loop, Raymond must harvest resources and fresh water during the hostile daylight hours while defending his crumbling shelter against lethal mutant packs at night. Every territory upgrade drains his mental stability, triggering physical hallucinations, auditory torment, and manifestation of cosmic horrors in his peripheral vision. ​The stakes escalate rapidly when an organized army of level-five Ironclad Brutes blocks him into his sector. Rather than rushing his defenses, the brilliant Skull King initiates a strategic siege to starve him out. Trapped between a tightening military perimeter outside and his fraying mind within, Raymond is forced to adapt his system mechanics by sacrificing his own physical vitality and blood to reinforce his defenses. Dropping into critical sanity levels, Raymond must outsmart the giant army, conquer the shifting local terrain, and survive a forced arena teleportation to claim dominion over the entire valley.

(Knowledge of the setting not required!) Set in the world of Vampire: The Requiem. Dolareido. A city of dark alleys, dirty contracts, and deadly predators. Predators in business suits and stiletto heels. Jack, just a young man and barely an adult, finds himself on death's door. Before he knows what's happening, he's pulled into the world of vampires, the Danse Macabre, and the Masquerade.

In a world filled with war, the only place you can take refuge is where war merges with sanctity. Altair did exactly that. Leaving his past behind, he entered the tower, the heart of Aculon. What will happen now, what he will experience, whom he will save and whom he will kill, is up to him, but one thing is certain: he will reach the top of the tower and take his rightful place on the throne.

Dylan Pierce spent five years as a mocked househusband, loving his wife and daughter while being despised for his “worthlessness.” On their wedding anniversary, his ambitious wife Rachel demanded freedom, wealth, and a life without him. So Dylan gave her exactly what she wanted… a divorce. What Rachel never knew was that the man she humiliated was the true heir of the Sterling family, the most powerful financial empire in the city. When Dylan returns to his rightful place, power follows. Contracts are canceled. Fortunes collapse. And the woman who once trampled on his dignity realizes too late… She divorced the man who could have given her everything.

The World is failing. Everyone fears another beast apocalypse. John suffers a heart break from his girlfriend all because he is a victim to this broken world order. But mysteriously, he gets a notification. he is now a trillionaire. What's the catch? He needs to spend wildly and hookup with beauties to proof his worthiness.

Three months before the apocalypse, Sean Miles got a second chance at life. In his previous life, he trusted the woman he loved with everything he had. She repaid him with betrayal. When the apocalypse began, Sean was infected by a mutated wolf while trying to protect the survivors. Desperate for the antiviral serum he had brought back, he returned to his wife—only to find her in bed with another man. “Jessica… where is my serum?” She looked away. “Sean, I gave it to Zach. He was sick.” “A cold?” Sean stared at her, barely able to stand. “You gave the only serum that can save my life to your lover because he had a fever?” “Don't be dramatic. We'll find another one.” But there was no other one. Sean died knowing the woman he had protected for six years had chosen another man over him. Then he opened his eyes. Three months before the apocalypse. Alive. Young. And holding memories of everything that was coming. This time, Sean had no intention of being anyone's fool. He divorced Jessica before the apocalypse began. Then he used his memories of the future to win hundreds of millions in the lottery, hiding his fortune where she could never touch it. While the world laughed at the man who suddenly disappeared from his wife's life, Sean was preparing. Jessica thought she had finally gotten rid of her useless husband. She had no idea that the man she abandoned was preparing to become the most powerful survivor on Earth. When she eventually came begging, Sean would have only one answer. “You chose him when I had nothing.” He looked through the fortress window as the first signs of the apocalypse appeared. “Now that I have everything… why would I choose you?”

Aster Vale is reincarnated as a minor character destined to die at the very beginning of the story. Determined to survive, all he wants is to make money by selling junk. But everything changes when his glitched system turns every piece of scrap he creates into an artifact with absolute conceptual power. While Aster is busy chasing profits, the rest of the world mistakes him for a mysterious being manipulating fate itself. Amid tournaments, dungeons, wars, and an approaching apocalypse, Aster has only one thing on his mind: "How much can I sell all this for?"

Ethan Moore spent ten years being the perfect husband. He worked sixteen hour shifts so his wife Claire could carry designer bags. He paid off his mother in law's credit card debt four times. He covered his brother in law's DUI lawyers, his daughter's private school tuition, and every vacation, every spa trip, every brunch bill that his family racked up without ever once saying thank you. And when he lay dying in a hospital bed with three cracked ribs and a punctured lung, not one of them held his hand. "I called the insurance company this morning. The payout is $750,000, but with the accidental clause, it bumps to 1.2 million." His wife crossed her legs and scrolled through her phone without looking at him once. "What about the stock options from his company? Those vest on death, don't they?" His mother in law leaned against the doorframe with her arms folded. And then his daughter, the girl he carried on his shoulders at county fairs, the girl he stayed up with during thunderstorms, looked up from her phone and said the words that stopped his heart. "You know he's not even my real dad, right? I just want to know if I still get stuff. I really need a new phone." He woke up three years in the past with every memory of his deathbed burned into his brain and a system that returned every dollar he spent tenfold. The man who once apologized to a waiter for sending back cold soup now buys $400,000 suits without blinking. The man who skipped his own father's funeral because his wife said they couldn't afford the flight now carries $20 million in his back pocket. The pushover is dead. And the people who killed him don't even know he's coming.

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.