My Wife Is The Asura Empress

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]**

"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.

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.

"Sign the divorce papers and crawl back to the gutter, vermin." For two years, Ren was known as the disposable, weak son-in-law of the ruthless Rossi Mafia family. They mocked him, calling him a coward who hid behind their empire. They didn't know the marriage was a calculated blind spot. It was a high-security sanctuary Ren chose perfectly to hide in while his cybernetic Death-Prediction System underwent a mandatory two-year dormancy. On the night his mafia queen of a wife coldly hands him the divorce papers to secure a syndicate merger, the countdown reaches zero. [System Update 100% Complete. Death-Prediction Matrix: ONLINE.] The leash is snapped. The Supreme Commander of the world's most lethal assassin vanguard has awakened. He doesn't need armies or guns. With eyes that calculate the exact time, cause, and probability of death for anyone he observes, Ren turns the city into his personal weapon. A failing chandelier, a ruptured gas valve, a mathematically flawless chain reaction... The Rossi family thought they were discarding a parasite. Instead, they unleashed the Reaper. Now, they will watch their criminal empire burn, one flawless "accident" at a time.

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.

The World is failing. Everyone fears another beast apocalypse. John suffers a heart break from his girlfriend all because he is a victim to this broken world order. But mysteriously, he gets a notification. he is now a trillionaire. What's the catch? He needs to spend wildly and hookup with beauties to proof his worthiness.

(Knowledge of the setting not required!) Set in the world of Vampire: The Requiem. Dolareido. A city of dark alleys, dirty contracts, and deadly predators. Predators in business suits and stiletto heels. Jack, just a young man and barely an adult, finds himself on death's door. Before he knows what's happening, he's pulled into the world of vampires, the Danse Macabre, and the Masquerade.

In a world filled with war, the only place you can take refuge is where war merges with sanctity. Altair did exactly that. Leaving his past behind, he entered the tower, the heart of Aculon. What will happen now, what he will experience, whom he will save and whom he will kill, is up to him, but one thing is certain: he will reach the top of the tower and take his rightful place on the throne.

"Take the lifeboat," his wife said coldly. "You're strong enough to survive." Those were the last words Dante Moretti heard before the woman he loved sailed away... with another man. Dante spent every penny he had to rent a luxury yacht, hoping to give his CEO wife the romantic proposal she had always dreamed of. Instead, she brought her handsome assistant, mocked Dante's love, and treated him like an inconvenience on his own surprise trip. Then a monstrous storm struck. Bleeding from a head wound and desperately fighting to keep the yacht from sinking, Dante begged his wife for help. "Ginevra... please. I can't hold the wheel alone." She never even looked at him. Instead, she chose her assistant. She gave him the only working lifeboat, stole the engagement ring Dante had bought for her, and left her own husband behind to drown in the freezing sea. As darkness swallowed him, Dante accepted that he had been abandoned by the woman he loved. But the ocean refused to let him die. Deep beneath the waves lay an ancient sanctuary where forgotten gods had slept for thousands of years. There, Dante was chosen by the God of War, inherited the supreme legacy of the Sea God Dragon, and awakened as the new Sea God Commander. The weak husband everyone mocked died beneath the ocean. The man who returned was a ruler of the seas, a dragon whose command could shake heaven and earth. Now, his CEO wife believes his divorce is nothing more than an empty threat, while the assistant who stole her heart eagerly waits to take Dante's place. They think he will beg. They think he still loves them. They are about to learn the terrifying truth. The man they abandoned no longer wants revenge. He won't forgive anyone.

Seo Yuna died saving Han Jae-won's life. For three years afterward, the official report said he was never in any danger. Three years later he awakens, and the system hands him the worst classification on the board. F-Class: Soul Resonance. A party trick. Something that senses ghosts. Something the internet turns into a meme and the Association files under liability. But when a hunter dies in his arms, Jae-won does something impossible. He resonates, and for ninety seconds he wears a dead man's power like a borrowed coat, carrying that man's last memories along with it. The dead leave more behind than bodies. And one of them never left at all. Yuna is still there. A voice in his skull, and it sounds exactly like her. She knows things about his ability that she shouldn't know. She warns him about people he has never met. And sometimes, in the dark, she says things Yuna never would have said. Now the F-Class freak is the only person alive who can touch the souls of the fallen, and someone has been harvesting those souls for years. The deeper Jae-won digs into the night Yuna died, the less the report makes sense.