My Special Ability Is Perfect Replication

Ryoshu wakes up with a gasp, finding himself in a downpour unlike any he's ever seen. This isn't his usual bedroom; it's Rainfall Disorder, a hardcore game notorious for its brutal difficulty. Gone are the familiar pixels of his screen – Ryoshu's in the game, and vicious monsters prowl the shadows. He'll need every ounce of skill to survive, but there's a chilling truth Ryoshu doesn't know: even worse horrors lurk beyond the rain. This isn't just a game anymore – it's a fight for his sanity and life.

A sixteen year old boy who is very skilled in sword wielding became the target of evil swordsmen. After winning in a competition, he was killed by his best friend who was envious of his progress. He is later reincarnated into another world with his sword. In the other world he gained magic alongside his sword skills and now his new home is about to be wiped out. Will he be able to save it?

Miracle Academy was built to train the elite—those gifted with power, lineage, and privilege. But Richard Sol, a Hollowborn, has none of these. Marked by a forbidden core and a past that should have erased him, he is destined to fail. Yet, when the academy’s brutal trials begin, Richard does the impossible—he survives, outwits, and defies every expectation. As whispers of his unnatural abilities spread, powerful enemies take notice. The ruthless elite want him crushed. The abyss watches, hungry. And buried deep within him, an ancient force stirs. To claim his place, Richard must embrace the truth of what he is—a Tribrid, born of something far beyond mortal comprehension. In a world where strength is law, and the weak are devoured, Richard will either rewrite the rules—or be consumed by them.

Dillon Grendel, a poor college student who worked as a delivery guy for a big delivery company found his girlfriend cheating on him during one of his deliveries. She broke up with him there and he was beaten up by her new boyfriend's friends. That same day, he lost his job due to the bad feedback given by this same group of people. Dillon found his way to a lake where he planned to end his life, but instead, caught some guys trying to molest a female. He tried to save her, but ended up being beaten up by them as well. Life was leaving him, but when he glanced towards the direction of the girl who was curled up in a corner, shaking from fear, a sudden burst of rage erupted through him and he had no idea what happened next. The next thing he saw was him standing over a group of boys groaning in pain as a firm voice sounded behind him, "Young Master!"

Enzo dressed as a waiter got into the private party that El Macho was rumored to be in. Enzo noticed that the place was heavily guarded with at least 3 guards at each corner wielding assault rifles. "No kidding, this place is a fortress." Marco communicated with Enzo through a wireless earphones. "Is not too late to back out." Marco added. "Oh brother. We have been through worst, we will pull this off, and we will go celebrate at that coffee shop. Eh what do you say?" Enzo responded. "Alright. It's game time." Marco made his move.

David's wife, Sandra, can’t stand the thought of being married to a prisoner. Ashamed of both her husband and the stain his new reality might leave on her image, she rushes to file for divorce barely a day after his sentence begins. To her, it isn’t about loyalty or love, it’s about keeping her career spotless. But when a buried truth surfaces, Sandra learns that the very man she is desperate to cast off is the one who made it possible for her to rise to the top as CEO. She makes the bold choice to return. But discovers that her old position has been taken by the one person she fears the most; her ruthless boss. On the flip side, David is hardened. He is willing to do anything, even kill, to make sure she never reclaims the position.

When Rodney Nelson's rich deadbeat father appeared after seventeen years of no show, it was not for a happy family reunion. He came to take something from him and wouldn't accept no for an answer. When the billionaire drug Lord took more than he wanted from his dirt poor son, Rodney swore to get revenge.

Darius Kane was branded a coward, the last “loser” of a slaughtered noble house. Three years later, he returns—a decorated war commander with a vendetta forged in blood. “You shouldn’t have come back,” sneers Vincent Reksar, smirking at the man he thinks is powerless. Darius’s eyes narrow. “Funny. I was thinking the same about you.” Every enemy who mocked his family, stole his home, and left him for dead is about to face a reckoning. The city’s most feared clans gather for a wedding—a perfect stage for Darius’s return. Haley, his ex-fiancée and the traitor who betrayed him, tries to dismiss him. “You’re nothing, Darius. You’re still that loser—” He cuts her off coldly. “Losers don’t get second chances. Commanders do.” Now, vengeance marches at his heels. The loser is the commander. And the war for justice has only begun.

“Sign the papers, Yemin. You’re nothing but a lapdog living in my house,” Katherine sneered, flipping her perfect hair. “You should be thanking me for keeping you around this long. Even my maid is more useful than you.” Her new lover, James Franx, smirked. “Man, I almost feel bad for you. Almost. Must suck knowing your only talent is folding laundry and giving foot massages.” The whole room burst into laughter. Yemin just stood there, silent. They called him a loser. A househusband. A pathetic joke. But what they didn’t know? The man they mocked owned the very restaurant they were dining in. The billion-dollar contracts they bragged about? His name was on every single one. And when the truth dropped, their smiles vanished. "Throw them out," the CEO of Ravol Company ordered, his voice cold. Katherine's jaw dropped. "W-What? No, this has to be a mistake!" James turned pale. "Wait! You don't understand! He’s just a nobody!" Yemin chuckled, finally looking them in the eyes. "You’re right, James. I was a nobody. But tell me… what does that make the fool who was just begging at my feet?"

"Apologize to Mike and get the hell out of here, before we really destroy you, you stupid cleaner!" he snarled. The taunting laughter from the group echoed around the court. Ethan’s cheeks burned as he clenched his fists, but he didn’t let the tears fall. Not now. Not when he could still hold his dignity—though it was quickly slipping away. Melissa’s eyes shifted uncomfortably, and for a moment, Ethan saw something in them—a flicker of fear. But it was quickly replaced by an air of indifference. She shifted on her feet, glancing away, clearly uncomfortable but refusing to step forward. The group continued to mock him, calling him a beggar and a loser. "Look at him," one of them laughed. "A poor idiot who thinks he’s better than everyone else!" The mocking continued, but none of it hit harder than the silence from Melissa. Ethan turned his head toward her, his voice cracking as he asked. “Melissa, what the hell are you doing here? You... you’re my girlfriend!” His voice trembled with a mixture of anger and hurt. The heir of the Elliot family, but his parents didn’t tell him the truth. They wanted Ethan to feel the difficulties of life.