My Special Ability Is Perfect Replication

"Give your mask to Mike. He's important. You're just a firefighter." Derek removed his mask. Carried them both down three floors. A beam crushed his leg. His wife walked away without looking back. He limped home. Found Mike in his pajamas. Erin cooking steaks she never once made for him. "Do you love me?" "You gave me credibility. I gave you a life you couldn't afford. A fair exchange." She slapped him when he asked for divorce. Not because she loved him. Because his timing ruined her keynote speech. A wildfire swallowed an entire county. Derek walked into the deadliest sector. Nobody expected him to survive. Erin ordered sushi with Mike. But Derek didn't die. He pulled a stranger from a burning house and shielded him with his own body. That stranger was Jerry Black. The DNA test confirmed the impossible. The firefighter she left to die was the missing heir to a quadrillion-dollar empire.

Aidan Drake has spent three years as the Frost family’s laughingstock—the powerless, humiliated son-in-law, mocked by his wife’s family and despised by society. Every day is a reminder that he is nothing, a “stray dog” in a gilded cage of wealth and scorn. But beneath the surface, a secret roars—an ancient power sealed away at birth, waiting for the right moment to awaken. When a mysterious stranger appears and sparks the dragon within him, Aidan’s world explodes into chaos. Suddenly, the man everyone dismissed becomes a force no one can ignore. As his power grows, the Frosts’ mockery turns into fear, and the world that once crushed him begins to tremble. But Aidan’s journey is more than revenge—it’s a battle for control, identity, and destiny. Will the weak son-in-law rise to claim his throne… or will the world destroy him before he learns to master the fire within?

Moses was known as the penniless live-in-son-in-law of the Twelve Cities. Shunned by his own clan, and ridiculed by society, Moses was the embodiment of failure and mockery. He slaved under the powerful MOMO family, for three grueling years. But everything changed with one phone call. “Mr. Moses, We went through a thorough review of our records, and we confirmed you purchased the highest amount of stock when our company was starting out.” “I'm happy to let you know that you hold the highest shares in Rockechilds Empire. Your stake translates to a personal net worth of $35 trillion.” Find out how Moses rose to top, crushing all those that laughed at him.

At Zenith Integration Academy, power determines everything. The gifted are worshipped. The talented become heroes. The weak are forgotten. Noah Vale belongs to the lowest rank of all — F-Class. Mocked by his classmates, dismissed by his teachers, and kept at careful arm's length by the girl he's loved since childhood, Noah is treated as proof that some people just aren't worth the effort. No one knows that the ranking system calling him worthless was never built to measure what he actually is. Earth already lost. The Korrathi Dominion conquered the planet in three days, and humanity now lives under alien rule, sorted, ranked, and kept exactly where it's told to stay. While the Dominion believes its occupation is settled and permanent, an ancient power buried inside Noah is starting to wake up. The Korrathi believe they've already won. The scientists hunting for Earth's last great secret believe they already know what they're looking for. They're both wrong. Because the lowest-ranked student in the academy was never a charity case. He was built to decide whether Earth deserves to keep existing at all.

What would you do if the man you humiliated for five years turned out to be the most powerful heir in the world? For five years, Ethan Black endured humiliation as the Carter family's worthless son-in-law. Mocked as a failure and forced to work as a janitor in his wife's company, he silently suffered every insult. But when a billionaire steps out of a limousine and calls him the lost heir to the world's most powerful corporate empire, everything changes. As enemies plot against him and a rival corporation threatens to destroy his wife's family, Ethan stops pretending to be poor and shows everyone exactly why they should have feared him all along.

Clarke Wiseheart wears a gentle mask, but beneath it lies a brutal will. A man who plays the fool until the time comes to strike. After twenty years of obscurity, Clarke’s hunger for dominance never faded. When his father gave the order, Clarke unleashed his brilliance, stepping back into a ruthless world where only the cunning survive. But this time, he’s not just the heir of a shadowed empire; he’s an outsider turned family man, married into a household that underestimates him at every turn. As he climbs to the top with unrelenting strategies and calculated ferocity, the people who once dismissed him as a failure are left stunned. Is Clarke Wiseheart, the accidental son-in-law? How is it that he now rules us all?

She slipped off the engagement ring, her voice cold. “You’ll never be the man I need,” she said, walking out and leaving me broken. Years later, as I stood successful and untouchable, she begged for my help. My heart ached, but I turned away. “You made your choice,” I whispered.

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.

"Kill it! It's a defect! A stain like that has no right to exist in our city!" I looked at the small, pathetic puddle of black ink at my feet. The High Inquisitor’s laughter echoed through the hall, followed by the mocking sneers of the elite. My family’s last hope was crushed. My rank was zero. My future was a death sentence. But as the guard’s boot came down to crush my "beast," the world went cold. "Don't," I whispered. It was too late. The shadow didn't die. It opened its mouth. One gulp. That was all it took for a Rank-B knight to vanish into the darkness. In a world where Beast Tamers are kings and ranks are law, I was born a zero. They called my summon a "Formless Blob." They sentenced us to death before we could even breathe. Little did they know, my beast isn't from this world. It doesn't have a rank because the system can't measure the Abyss. It doesn't have a limit because it grows by eating everything they hold dear. Ranks? Social status? Respect? My shadow is hungry. And today, the elites are on the menu.

Three months to live. Zero mana. One desperate lie. **That's how I became the most wanted man in Neo-Tokyo.** I told an assassin my body was "overflowing with Yang Energy." She blushed instead of shooting. I told an S-Rank Hunter her sword technique was "stiff because she's sexually repressed." She destroyed a mountain and swore eternal loyalty. I told a Succubus Queen I was "too powerful to be charmed." She became my maid. Now the is forcing me to maintain this ridiculous persona: **EXTERNAL:** "Kneel. You're not worthy of my touch." **INTERNAL:** *Oh god, if she squeezes my hand she'll break my wrist.* Every woman who desires me generates Desire Points. Lose their faith? I die. The Detective thinks I'm a criminal mastermind. The Heiress thinks I'm a caged god. My Disciple thinks my trembling is "restrained divine power." **They're all wrong. I'm just a dying scammer who weaponized charisma.** But here's the twist: The more they believe the lie... the more real it becomes. **[Warning: Contains Comedy, Face-Slapping, Steamy Mana Transfer, and a Protagonist Who Refuses to Break Character Even When Terrified]**