POV 1

“Alessia, what’s happening here? Were you just making out with your boss?” He asked, his eyes widening in shock. “What does it looks like? Of course I was having a nice time with him. Compared to you, he’ll pay for my bills, the ones you were unable to meet up with.” She hissed. *** A young delivery agent who just lost his job, was on his way home. Though there was nothing to be glad about, he was ready to bless the heavens just for keeping Alessia; his one and only love by his side. It’s such a pity for him that he got brutalized and insulted by the same person he thought had his back. Disappointment was written all over his face as he stepped his foot out of that office. [Host Pharrell, this is the SIMPLING system, you have received ten thousand dollars, to be spent in the next two hours] Pharrell Crowley is ready to get to the top!

Leo Adams is a cleaner,who got betrayed by his girlfriend Clara. People Bully him because he's poor. However, he opened his Bank app and found money in it, but still got despised and humiliated by people who didn't know his true identity, again and again but he fought back every time.

Orion Kane had everything: endless wealth, unmatched power, and the world at his feet. To him, life was a game, and he was always the winner—cold, calculating, and untouchable. But one mistake, one moment of overconfidence, sent his world crashing down. When Orion wakes up, he’s no longer the man he once was. His name, his riches, his empire—gone. Instead, he finds himself in the body of Leo Torres, a poor factory worker struggling to survive. A life Orion would’ve dismissed as worthless is now his only reality. As he navigates Leo’s harsh world, he begins to uncover the consequences of his old life—the pain he caused, the lives he shattered, and the humanity he lost along the way. But there’s something else, something deeper: a strange feeling that this isn’t just a punishment. It’s a chance. But a chance for what? Redemption? Revenge? Or something more mysterious lurking beneath the surface of his second life? In a world where the powerful fall and the forgotten rise, Orion must uncover the truth—not just about his new life, but about himself. Some doors, once opened, can never be closed.

A troubled child meets a gruesome end during a trip with his uncle. He then wakes up in a strange place while inhabiting a new body. Join Blaze as he harnesses a unique power bestowed upon him while finding a way back home.

Six months ago, Elias Vance woke up in a hospital with no memory, no name, and no past. The only thing he had was a ring on his finger, and a wife who looked at him like a stranger. To the Shaw family, he’s a burden. A penniless, amnesiac son-in-law forced into marriage to save their crumbling reputation. He runs errands, sleeps in the servant’s quarters, and endures their scorn with quiet obedience. But behind Elias’s confused eyes lies something dangerous. A man the world once feared. However, fate brings certain things to light and he realizes who he actually is. Now, the “useless son-in-law” is done pretending. The empire that betrayed him will tremble. The woman who pitied him will see the man he really is. And the world will remember the name Elias Vance.

For two years, Brent Walker lived a lie. As Sarah Chen's assistant and boyfriend, he poured his heart into both her and Chen Industries. But while he was saving her company from bankruptcy and orchestrating billion-dollar deals, Sarah was busy taking all the credit—and sleeping with other men. She saw Brent only as her charity case boyfriend, and there was no day she didn't mock him in front of everyone to make him feel worthless. But when Brent was fed up with all the pain, lies, and deceit, he finally revealed his hidden identity. Brent was no ordinary assistant; he secretly owned half the buildings on their street. He was done playing the fool. The mask was off, and the real game was about to begin. Sarah was about to learn that the "useless" boyfriend she loved to humiliate was actually a billionaire wolf in sheep's clothing. And he wasn't just coming for her and her company—he was coming for everyone who had ever looked down on him. They say hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. They had never met Brent Walker...

When Nina's bf banged a cheerleader in her bedroom on her 18th birthday partyTo get revenge on him, she slept with his hockey team captain.Everyone knows Captain never have a second sex with the same girl. But he wants Nina every night...and everyone knows that too...

Eighteen-year-old Tama had just set off from the market, buying the goods that his older brother usually did in the morning. But something struck him on that ordinary morning: his motorbike crashed, he almost die alone. No human passed by to offer help. Instead, a green-eyed owl came and said cryptic, weird messages before Tama returned to the actual world. At first, Tama thought it was a dream. The unemployment status he had caused him to follow the vague messages, only to realized that all he experienced may not be a dream. The myth of supernatural tied green eyes is so strong that it even extends to the social negativity of green-colored contacts in this subrub. Telling everyone what he experienced in the suburb when people frowned upon those with supernatural ties? It would be harder to navigate after Tama discovered that it was real. Now, how is he going to use it? Considering Tama's unemployment status and nosy neighbors plus friends that could be heard from half a mile, well....

From Erwin Wickison I never asked to be here. One moment I was living my life, and the next I was dragged—along with millions of others—into a place ruled by a system that treats us like pieces on a board. Every Game is built to break something, whether it’s a body, a mind, or the small parts of myself I keep pretending are “good.” I’ve watched people die. I’ve watched people change. And I know I’m changing too. I just hope there’s something human left in me by the end… if there’s even an end. WARNING. This book contains smut, psychological decay, moral collapse, human intimacy twisted into survival, and a variety of horrors that do not wait for your permission before sinking into your mind. It will not hold your hand. It will not apologize. And it will not stop once you open it. If you continue, you’re choosing to step into a sequence of events designed to peel apart the comfortable assumptions you rely on to feel “safe.” Some of you will be fascinated. Some of you will be disturbed. Most of you will not remain the same. I’m not here to reassure you. I’m only here to tell you one thing: Whatever you think this is, whatever you think you know… you don’t. And once you begin, you can’t go back. — Welcome to the Games

Silence. Like a nice bucket of shhhhhhhhh. Everyone shut the effing fudge UP! That's all I've ever wanted. *Sigh.* But silence comes in different flavors. There's mint - the peaceful kind that wraps around you like a blanket. The kind I chase at 2 AM. I've cried once. Just once. With a bucket beside me, watching heroes with super suits and impossible strength tear each other apart. Somehow that feels less broken than my reality. Then there's the suffocating silence at school. Not an ice cream flavor. This one tastes like metal and shame. High school is my personal hell. Empty wallet, empty lunch tray, empty seat beside me like I'm radioactive. Empty soul on Wednesdays because middles are always the worst. *The usual.* But Emily made the silence bearable. Mint-flavored again. Until she broke something between us. *Snap.* One moment she's whispering secrets with me, the next she's weaponizing them. She scattered my private thoughts, added her own twisted lies. The betrayal burns hotter than the stares drilling into my back. I went from invisible to spectacle. Being a ghost feels like luxury when you're dodging spit balls and "accidental" lunch trays. But somewhere between my third panic attack and contemplating switching schools... *Something shifted.* Like in those games you play, when your character suddenly glows and the screen flashes: "New Skill Unlocked" And it wasn't just in my head. I tested it. Small things at first – a pencil moving across my desk when I focused hard enough. Then books. Then someone's lunch tray right as they walked past Emily. *tap tap tap* I used to think rock bottom was the end. *Well ladies and gentlemen,* it's just a really messed up spawn point. And now? I don't stumble from cliffs anymore. I swim in gravity, and dive head first.