My Summons Are All Gods

"You're nothing but a useless loser," Caroline sneered. "Without me, you'd be sleeping on the streets." For three years, Darius endured humiliation as a house husband. He cooked, cleaned, and loved his wife with everything he had. In return, she cheated on him with a wealthy businessman and treated him like dirt. The night Darius discovers the truth, he finally stops pretending. "We're getting divorced." Caroline laughs mockingly. "You have no money, no power, and no future. You'll come crawling back." What she doesn't know is that Darius is the long-lost heir to one of the richest families on Earth—an octomillionaire empire that controls corporations, banks, and powerful figures across the globe. Within days, CEOs bow before him. Billion-dollar contracts land at his feet. Even feared underworld bosses tremble when they hear his name. Meanwhile, Caroline watches her company collapse after losing the one man she never should have betrayed. When the truth is finally revealed, she can only stare in shock. "You... you're the Octomillionaire Heir?" Darius smiles coldly. "Now you know exactly what you threw away." A betrayed husband. A hidden heir. A ruthless rise to power. This time, regret will be her punishment.

For three years, Julian Cross played the perfect, obedient house husband, swallowing every insult from his entitled wife and her venomous family just to pay off his dead father's debts. His reward? A stack of divorce papers thrown in his face on their anniversary, and a mocking laugh as she walked out the door with a billionaire trust-fund kid. "Sign the papers, you useless parasite," she sneered, looking down at him like he was garbage. "You're a broke deadbeat, Julian. You'll never amount to anything." Julian didn't argue. He didn't beg. He just looked at the glowing blue screen only he could see, and chose Option 2. CRACK. He slapped her across the face, signed the papers, and walked out into the night. [Ding! Choice confirmed. Reward: $10,000,000,000 in liquid cash, God-Level Medical Skills, and a 30% controlling stake in her new boyfriend's company.] Now, the "trash" ex-husband is buying out their country club just to evict them on the spot. He’s pulling dying billionaires back from the brink of death to build an untouchable empire, and ruthlessly crushing the arrogant elites who thought they could step on him. "You thought I was a stray dog you could just kick around?" Julian whispered, looking down at his ruined ex-wife and her bankrupt new boyfriend as they begged on their knees. "You forgot one thing about stray dogs. We bite."

It started with the first $100 from Forex after losing nearly $15,000+ in the past few years. A small gain, but it was everything to Reese Myles. A sign that maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t cursed to fail forever. Then came the Wealth Accumulation System. On the night Reese should have died, crushed and heartbroken on the cold asphalt, clutching that first win in his hands with so much regret that he hadn't made anything good of himself, fate had other plans. [Wealth Accumulation System: Initialization Complete] [Current Net Worth: $0 | Projected Worth: Infinite] [Debt: ...........calculating] Reese can now invest, trade and avoid losses now that he is armed with WAS. Forex is going to make him a billionaire...or maybe even more than a billionaire, and he will defeat his rival, on both sides, crypto and trading, and take down everyone who treated him like trash.

Max Carter has always been seen as weak, married into a wealthy family, endures mistreatment and his rich wife Emma’s coldness. While she resents their marriage, he has fallen deeply for her, enduring the family’s disdain, She never loved him, and her family made sure he knew he was an outsider. Yet Max couldn’t help falling deeply for her, doting on her despite her coldness and enduring the scorn of those around him. But everything changes when he uncovers his true identity. “I’m not the man you think I am, Emma. One day, you’ll regret underestimating me, ”

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?"

"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]**

Jaai was a deadbeat son-in-law who was considered a stain to the honor of the Hullervard family.... ..... Imagine you've been slaving away all your life to please your wife... Suddenly found her cheating on you. Due to the suddenness of the event and some unforseen circumstances, you lost your balance on the top of a staircase and fell to your death... death? A powerful system saves you and gives you another shot at life... First thing, you left the hospital and went running to your mother-in-law's house to report the infidelity. But boom... you were said to have lost your memory... that the impact of the fall must have made you lose your memory... How will you take your revenge? Fight with all your might to prove that you've not lost your memory? Or Accept their claim and pretend to have lost your memory? With a system on your side, how hard can it be to use pretense as a tool of revenge, as you JOB your way to UPPER ECHELON...?

"A delivery boy like you is only fit to lick the dust off my shoes!" Arlo was humiliated, beaten, and dumped in the mud by his girlfriend and her new billionaire lover. He was a nobody, a 'trash' in the eyes of the elite. But then, the Infinite Cashback System awakened. [Ding! You spent $1.00. Cashback triggered: $10,000 credited to your account!] [Ding! You spent $1 Million. Cashback triggered: $10 Billion credited to your account!] Suddenly, Arlo has more money than he can spend. That luxury dealership that mocked him? He bought the whole franchise and turned it into a parking lot for his delivery bike. The corporation that looked down on him? He acquired it just to fire his enemies. From the gutters of the city to the throne of the world, Arlo is no longer a victim. He is the God of Wealth, and he’s coming to collect every debt—with interest.

Transmigrating into my own novel should have been a dream, but instead, it’s a death sentence. I woke up in the body of Liam, the Ninth Prince of the Vermilion Empire—a pathetic cannon fodder character I created just to be executed by the Emperor to satisfy the main protagonist's growth. According to the plot I wrote, my head is scheduled to roll soon. However, the world doesn't know that I hold the blueprints to its existence. With my hidden knowledge of every secret plot and a mysterious Summoning System that has manifested within me, I will rewrite my fate. I am no longer a stepping stone. To survive and reach the peak of this world, I’ll have to become the very nightmare I once authored.