My Multiverse Trip

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?”

Ten years ago, when the Abyss tore open the world and the greatest heroes fell, one young genius walked alone into the darkness and stole its Power Core. The invasion stopped. Humanity was saved. But the Core exacted a terrible price: it shattered his cultivation, crippled his body, and slowly devoured his soul. To keep the Abyss from reclaiming its heart, he refined the Core inside himself in secret for a decade, enduring mockery, abandonment, and the quiet contempt of everyone he had once protected. His fiancée lost respect. His family turned away. Former comrades called him a broken failure. The world forgot the savior who had paid everything. Then the refinement finished. Power returned—not as it once was, but far beyond any known realm. Kael Valerian was no longer human. He had become the Master of the Abyss. On the night of his awakening, he overheard the truth: his fiancée and a powerful noble planned to kill him and seize his inheritance. That night the weakest man in the world vanished. The strongest being in history walked free. Now, under a false identity, he moves through kingdoms and ruins, gathering allies, taming legendary beasts, and unlocking the Abyss Core’s deeper secrets. Old enemies will recognize him. Political wars will ignite. A second invasion will rise. And the true origin of the Abyss—an ancient civilization’s forgotten crime—will force him to confront not only those who betrayed him, but the lie upon which the entire world was built. Revenge. Power. Slow-burn love. Kingdoms at war. And the burden of a forgotten hero who must decide whether to save the world again… or rule the darkness it created. The Abyss Sovereign has returned.

Marco Deluca died a nobody. He woke up in a world of awakeners, mana cores, and noble families who treat commoners like insects. His body? Unawakened. His future? Garbage destined for the gutter. But he brought something back with him. The Infinity Money System. Now every gold coin he spends becomes power. Every luxury purchase accelerates his growth. And when the coldest ice princess in the empire—Isabella Moretti, the A-rank prodigy who makes S-rankers tremble—calls him worthless trash? Marco drops one hundred thousand gold coins at her feet. "I can't fight you. But I can buy you." One man. Unlimited wealth. Zero cultivation. And he just made a deal with the most dangerous woman in the world.

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.

Rheon Vael a weak Healer joins a team of mercenaries to search for divine relics, they fought low rank monsters on the way but Rheon Vael being the weakest of the lot didn’t fight much and was mocked. In the end they decided that they didn’t want to share the lot with him so they ganged up against him and killed him , leaving him in the tomb to die but a system intervened and resurrected him. In his quest for power he battles Beats and mystic Monsters. With a band of two friends he rise to battle the gods and becoming the most powerful of them all.

When the son of a legendary commander is betrayed and cast into a city overrun by zombies, everyone expects him to die within minutes. Instead, the undead kneel before him. Awakening the legendary Zombie King System, Ștefan discovers he is the last heir of the First Zombie King—a bloodline capable of commanding the undead, evolving terrifying zombie generals, and building an empire unlike anything the apocalypse has ever seen. Hunted by the fortress that betrayed him and feared by the survivors he wants to protect, Ștefan must unite humans and monsters against an enemy far older than the virus itself. As kingdoms rise from the ashes and ancient secrets come to light, the fate of civilization may depend on the one man who can rule both the living and the dead.

I can't do this anymore I'm sorry, I'm quitting I just can't handle it no more, I need rest, loads of rest

A young man in the 21st century, dies of cancer and awakens before a carefree goddess who sends him to another world for some fun. He is reborn in an alternate New Spain, during the early years of the Viceroyalty, where magic exists and history can still be rewritten. Born a mestizo, the son of a Spaniard and a native woman, Alejandro is caught between two warring cultures and receives the Anáhuac System of Historical Reset, a chaotic power that allows him to alter the course of the past. In a world of conquest, fanaticism, and betrayal, he must decide if it is possible to liberate a land without becoming what he swore to destroy.

Kyle Cole choked on a burger and woke up inside an apocalyptic romance novel as the most hated man alive. Five gorgeous beast wives. Every single one of them wants him in the ground. "Sign the divorce papers, Kyle." "Can't do that. If I die, you all get buried with me. So technically, keeping me alive is in your best interest." "I could make it painless. That's more than you deserve." A bloodthirsty serpent he sold to the black market. A panther who serves him skinned rabbit heads for dinner. A cat eared healer who would rather let him bleed. A sparrow powerful enough to level buildings. And a gentle sheep who still scoots her chair away every time he sits down. The zombies outside are the least of his problems.