My Wife Is A Hacker

"Please provide the third unit with these apples for consumption." "Apples?" "These are enchanted golden apples; it will make them invisible for an hour. It is going to help with the mission. Oh, I almost forgot the luminous carrots that will enhance their night vision as well." Circus, an abandoned teenager, had no idea that he would one day dominate and save the world through farming, which he began for survival purposes. "I started by growing simple, ordinary vegetables. Hmm! The journey has been long and arduous."

"Rule Number One: When the darkness falls, close your eyes. Hold your breath. Violators will be terminated." Kael wakes up in a rusted subway car with no memory of how he got there, surrounded by strangers and a mechanical voice announcing the rules of a lethal survival game. In this twisted dimension known as the Death Game, humans are nothing more than livestock, currency, and entertainment. Break a rule? You burn. Fail a timer? You are slaughtered. But Kael isn't helpless. Bound to the mysterious [Death Game System], he awakens a single, seemingly weak ability: 3-Second Precognition. He can't summon meteors. He doesn't have infinite wealth. But in a world where a single misstep means instant death, knowing the future just three seconds in advance is the ultimate cheat code. While others panic and beg for mercy, Kael remains an emotionless, calculating machine. He will exploit every loophole, sacrifice anyone who gets in his way, and brutally execute the monsters that hunt him. The system wants him to play by the rules. Kael is going to use the rules to tear the system apart.

In a world where your fate is determined by the monster you bond with, seventeen-year-old Han Seojin is a nobody. Labeled cursed. Ignored by the system. Rejected by every creature he’s ever tried to summon. Until one mistake drops him into an unregistered dungeon before it stabilizes, and there, buried beneath the world, he touches a chained statue of a wolf. It bites back. Now bound to Fenrir, the apocalyptic beast of Norse myth, Seojin has unlocked a secret Role that should not exist — Bringer of the Apocalypse. His new companion is angry, divine, and very interested in finishing what Ragnarok started. Seojin didn’t ask for this. He doesn’t even want this much power. But the gods, the system, and the world itself are watching, and all of them are waiting to see whether he’ll destroy everything… …or tame the end of days.

Logan Mercer signed the divorce papers without a fight. His wife Vivian Chase stood over him, her lip curled with disgust, her voice cutting through the penthouse like a blade. "You're nothing, Logan. You always were. A useless, pathetic leech who rode my coattails and called it a marriage. Enjoy whatever gutter you crawled out of." For twelve years, he had lived in her shadow. Ate her food. Attended her events. Endured every insult her family threw at him with quiet patience and a clenched jaw. Her mother called him a parasite. Her friends compared him to a cockroach. Her new boyfriend laughed in his face and called him a broke loser not worth the oxygen he breathed. "You're not even qualified to clean the toilets in a place like this." "A bloated, useless tick clinging to the belly of a dying dog." "Some people are born with connections and some people are born taking buses. That's just how the world works." Nobody knew the truth. Nobody knew that the faceless, reclusive chairman behind Imperial Group, the largest conglomerate in the city worth billions, was the same man they had been spitting on for years. The partnership Vivian celebrated? He approved it himself. The CEO who bowed to him in public? His subordinate. The underground kingpin who terrorized the city? The same man who once begged Logan for mercy on his knees. Now the divorce is signed. The mask is coming off. And every person who called him worthless is about to discover what it feels like to stand in the shadow of the man they threw away.

Human nature has always been questionable. When Winston Connel has his theory almost completely rejected, he decides he will effectively prove himself right. Working as a psychologist at Central High School, he has the perfect victims in his hands for what turns out to be a cruel and sick plan. Concerned to prove to everyone that his theory is right, he gets involved in various absurdities, from kidnapping to murder. Will he be able to prove his thesis? Or will he end up in jail with insanity?

After years of war, legendary commander discovers that he has a young daughter, and she has been kidnapped for an illegal heart transplant. Racing against time, he returns to his hometown, determined to destroy everyone standing between him and his child.

Why is the world cruel to good guys? Nathan Walter spent years as the laughingstock of Braxton College, ridiculed for his poverty and mocked for his dreams. He thought his girlfriend was the one person on his side, until she stole his life's work and handed it to his bully on a silver platter. Left in the dirt and humiliated before the world, Nathan is forced to make a choice. It’s time to stop hiding. It’s time to show them who he really is. He isn't just a student; he’s the son of the world’s most powerful man. Now, Nathan has a billion-dollar question for those who crushed him: How does it feel to realize you just declared war on your new boss?

In a world where the "System" grants incredible powers, Silas is branded an Aberrant—a cosmic mistake. His "Paradoxical Path" doesn't give him magic or strength. It gives him impossible, humiliating quests. Get pecked by five chickens. Let a squirrel steal your lunch. Get slapped in public by the Guild's golden boy. Everyone in the backwater village of Oakhaven laughs at the boy with the useless System. But with every absurd challenge completed, Silas earns a hyper-specific, seemingly worthless reward: unshakeable heels, the ability to retrieve stolen items, legs that can't be knocked down. When the arrogant Stormcaller Sir Alaric and his elite squad become trapped by a dungeon's monstrous vines, they're saved not by a mighty warrior, but by a "useless" Aberrant throwing a rock in the most inexplicable way possible. Forced into the Guild's most despised division—Branch C, "Miscellaneous Problems"—Silas must now navigate a hierarchy that despises him, using his growing arsenal of bizarre abilities to solve problems no one else can (or wants to): a cursed oven, a whispering river, a cat in a tree guarded by an axe-wielding hermit. All while fending off the schemes of a noble rival determined to prove he's just a lucky fool. For Silas, every impossible quest is a stepping stone. Every humiliation is a hidden strength. And the Guild is about to learn that the greatest threat to the status quo isn't a mighty hero, but the village idiot who sees a different set of rules entirely.

Some debts are paid in silence. His will be paid in ash. Fourteen years ago, a concert hall burned. A genius died. A thief built an empire on his grave. Now his son is back. Callum Reed doesn’t want justice. Justice is for people who still believe in systems. He wants something older than that — truth pulled from the mouths of people who never planned to tell it, and a legacy restored by any means necessary. But Sterling City has secrets that go deeper than one woman’s greed. And the closer Callum gets to the truth, the more dangerous the question becomes: What if the wrong person has been burning this whole time? The God of war They Burned Is Back You can’t kill what refuses to stay dead.

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."