My Necromancer Class

Death was never meant to be played with — until he made it a game. Draven Kaine, once the Empire’s most feared necromancer, was executed for treason after raising the dead army that destroyed his own homeland. But when the veil between worlds cracks open, he awakens in his own coffin — alive, cursed, and bound to the ghost of the man he murdered. To survive, Draven must hunt the escaped souls that now haunt the living. Each spirit carries a secret piece of a greater puzzle — a game orchestrated by an ancient god who calls himself The Reaper King. Every round of this deadly game demands a sacrifice: a memory, a life, or a soul. But when Draven discovers the Reaper King’s final target is the woman he once loved, he must decide… Will he play by death’s rules — or rewrite them?

Robin Ashwood had nothing but his mother’s faith and a worn-out football. Day after day, he trained on dusty streets, chasing a dream no one else believed in. His friends mocked him. His girlfriend walked away. The clubs ignored him, because he had no name, no agent, no connections. But destiny doesn’t knock—it watches. One lonely night, juggling a ball under moonlight, Robin was unknowingly spotted by a legendary scout watching from his hotel window. That moment changed everything. One viral video and Robin becomes the most hunted young footballer in Europe, But fame comes with a price. As money pours in, old enemies return. Friends become traitors. Love turns to lies. They want his fortune. They want his career. They want to destroy him. But what they don’t know, Robin didn’t rise alone, He rose with his mother, And everything he owns is in her name.

Elias Vane is known as the weakest apprentice in Wintervale Sanctum—lazy, harmless, and barely talented enough to pass his mana assessment. His mentor, Archmage Nia Frostvale, has spent three years trying to turn him into a proper mage. Then she hears his thoughts. Elias is not weak. He is hiding a terrifying amount of power, an ancient past, and an Idle Ascension System that makes him stronger even when he does absolutely nothing. To avoid divine attention, he pretends to be ordinary. Unfortunately for him, Nia can now hear every secret he tries to bury. As sacred beasts recognize him, demons fear him, and forgotten gods begin to move, Elias’s quiet life collapses one misunderstanding at a time. Nia wants answers. Elias wants naps. The world may need a savior neither of them wants him to become. A comedic LitRPG fantasy about a hidden powerhouse, a suspicious mentor, level-ups, ancient secrets, and the most dangerous student pretending to be useless.

Maverick was treated as trash by his ex-wife. Her brother was in debt and used him as leverage for payment, leading to his death as a delivery boy in a car accident. He awakens ten years in the past and uses his knowledge of the future to win a $30 million lottery ticket. Maverick knows which stocks will soar, which billionaires will fall, and which men will rise. To everyone else, he is just a lucky young man. To Maverick, the entire decade ahead is a map he has already walked, and he will make sure that everyone who made his past miserable will pay.

Tom Monroe has spent five years giving his wife the life she once dreamed of. He helped build her company, supported her ambitions, and believed her affection was real. Then, at her company’s celebration banquet, he overhears her confess that she married him for wealth and social acceptance—and that she plans to divorce him when she can claim a share of his assets. Tom does not expose her immediately. He quietly protects his patent, reconsiders the business support she has taken for granted, and begins a new partnership with Selene Brooks, a businesswoman who respects his work rather than coveting his fortune. As Vivian’s first love, Matthew Badnor, encourages her to pursue independence for his own benefit, Tom’s withdrawal forces Vivian to confront the true cost of treating love as a transaction. Tom’s victory will not come from secret wealth or sabotage, but from his technology, his decisions, and the business he built long before his wife understood its value.

I died in the most embarrassing way possible. Slipping on body lotion after getting caught cheating in a five star hotel. When I opened my eyes, I became a 25 year old Rank F Awakener named Litchi in a world filled with dungeons, monsters, and magic. Then I awakened a System. Finally... my cheat had arrived. "System, help me." [Figure it out yourself.] It never fights for me. It never saves me. Most of its rewards are completely useless. Yet every once in a while... after the strangest quest imaginable... it suddenly hands me something powerful enough to shake the entire world. I still can't decide... Is this System helping me... or simply making fun of me?

What do you do when no one around you can be trusted? When the world turns its back on you? Can you fight them all—and win? I tried. And now… here I am. With two names. Weird, right? Ironic, even. But that’s my reality. Don’t ask how I got my name. You’ll find out soon enough. For now, just know this: I’m Gensei Haruto. The only human without a core. In a world where power defines your worth, I have nothing. No family. No hope. Not that hope matters—hope is a disease. But there's one thing I will protect, no matter what it takes. Even if it kills me. Even if I lose everything. I will grow stronger. No matter the cost.

Jin returned from another world. The dead rise and eat the living. Without a way out, he accepts his fate and lets the undead eat him. “Was that… Me? Or rather, my body? W-What happened to me…!” [Do you want to activate the Undead System?!] A/N Many thanks to Sera Execfia for the gorgeous Cover art.

He did not care if the prayer stole precious seconds from the timer. Between speaking to God and the damnation the system promised at zero, there was no question which came first. “Dear Lord,” he murmured, “Ye who see all hearts and weigh all sins… hear me now as I stand at the threshold of damnation. What I am about to do is cruel and unforgiving. A stain no river may wash from my hands. Yet, if this evil must be borne so that greater horrors may perish, let that burden fall upon me. “I know the gates of Hell stand open before my feet, and should this act be the step that leads me through them… so be it. Let history curse my name—if by my damnation, others are spared. “But Lord…” he continued quietly, “when the trumpets sound in the final days, when the dead rise and judgment cometh upon all souls, I ask only this of You: do not forget that I once wept for what I became. Do not forget that I hated the necessity of my hands. Don't forget that though I walked willingly into darkness, I did so that others may remain in the light. And if mercy exists even for the damned… then let me be counted among those shown pity. “For the sins I commit in Your name, for the evil I embrace in pursuit of a righteous end, and for the soul I surrender this night… I beg Your forgiveness.” He lifted his gaze and fixed Vir Ossium a death stare. “... Amen.” —————————————— Kael was just an ordinary guy—until the night he died. But instead of staying dead, he is thrown into a brutal death game. The rule is simple: Be the last Kamen Rider standing... by any means necessary.

[🥉 #10 System in my real life 🥉 ]"I don't have any powers and I don't want any." Victor snorted. "Well, there is no turning back now. At this stage, you can't control your primal instincts and your will to morph. Although, they are vital for a shape-changer." Maks's eyes rounded, pacing back and forth, "I can't control my primordial instinct..." He said. "It's primal_" "They're the same thing!" He yelled back. He was going to freak out if he found himself in a situation where he couldn't help himself. He gazed at his hands. Then he started slowly. "This is your first and least level of cultivation, you'll have to keep going."