Reincarnated As A Slime Light

He gave her everything. For three years, Rowan stood by her side when the world abandoned her. He sacrificed his time, his wealth, and nearly destroyed his own empire just to heal her broken legs. The day she finally stood again she threw him away. Mocked. Humiliated. Replaced by the man who once abandoned her. To them, he was nothing more than a useless husband. But what they didn’t know… was that the “useless man” they discarded… owns the very empire they were begging to climb. As hidden identities unravel and buried truths come to light, regret comes too late. Because once he walks away there’s no turning back. And this time, he’s not saving anyone.

'What did I do to deserve all this?' James thought to himself as tears of sorrow and regret streaked down his eyes, 'Just because I'm the unwanted one? They've decided to treat me like trash and throw me away. Well, I've decided to grant them their wish– I'll die here and save everyone the bother of seeing a failure like me.' **** The next time he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was a light blue screen hovering in front of his face. 'What the hell is this?' [Ding!] Now armed with the power of the system, James Jade embarks on a grueling journey of revenge against those that made his life a living hell.

Raya was favored by the goddess of reincarnation, destined for a gentle new life after death. Yet when his reincarnation began, the golden light meant for the virtuous twisted into chaotic colors, an anomaly even the goddess had never witnessed. Thrown into a new world without explanation, Raya’s life became a succession of loss, cruelty, and survival. Demons, humans, and other races alike crushed the weak without remorse. Just when death finally claimed him once again, the truth revealed itself. [Welcome, Demon Lord the Twelfth.] [The Forsaken One throughout heaven and earth.] Reborn as the ruler of the very beings that once ruined his life, Raya must decide whether to become the monster the world expects or the anomaly that changes it.

The Dominion summoned a hero. What they got was a man the Brand cannot control. Luen Varyth was an old man, content with his lot in life as the godfather of a large mafia, ready to enjoy his years of retirement… Before an unexpected ambush forced his hand. Stepping through a portal of light was dangerous, and stealing the destiny of someone else was tasteless; but when the choice was between acting dubious and staying back to get riddled with bullets there was no doubt his path. Stranded in a new world, surrounded by people with shady intentions, he would face the option. Toe the line… Or, once again, create his own path… Because once the truth behind their “holy summoning” is revealed, the world will understand one thing. They should never have brought him here.

A cursed inheritance. A fractured soul. A demon unleashed. Jiho thought he’d woken from a dream, but destiny had other plans. After stumbling through a portal of light and gaining strange powers, he discovers forgotten bloodlines, mythic secrets, and a sibling born of death. A single touch reveals his true nature—holder of the black dragon soul, wielder of divine tree energy, and bearer of a corrupted fate. When a mysterious killer shatters his world, Jiho sacrifices a severed arm to summon a nameless demon. What follows is pure carnage: time reversal, holy knight ascension, and soul-slaying fury as darkness clashes with righteousness inside a sealed domain. Jiho survives the storm—but the abyss has awakened.

A new world means a new beginning—or so I had hoped, expected, imagined. But does it really matter? Perhaps if I poured everything into it, things might change. Supremacy was never meant to be theirs alone. The top, the pinnacle, supremacy was never reserved for them!!! In this world, the question isn't about what I desire, but rather, what is my purpose? Here, our wishes are not respected, they are forced upon us. Only one reigns supreme. From the chaos of the past to the sea of forgotten dreams, and from the sea of forgotten dreams to the gates of living nightmares, the boundaries of reality blur, and the line between light and darkness becomes ever more indistinguishable. Who truly holds supremacy? What does it mean to be supreme? What do you genuinely seek?

On Hart's birthday, candle and light, cakes and laughter, that was how the Crowe family celebrated him for the first time and he thought maybe their laughter was real, but that day became the day he was killed by his own wife, the same woman who was laughing too loud on his birthday drove a knife to his heart. As Hart slowly went blank, only one thought struck his mind. "If he was given a second chance, he won't marry the same woman again." He gasped blood and died. And he was given a second chance, coming back alive an hour before his birthday. Whatever force had given him a second chance, he would use it to save himself, and this time, he would destroy the Crowe family.

🏆[No.2 "Hard to Put Down" of "The Legendary Urban Man" Contest]🏆 Anthony Star has a dark secret that no one should ever find out, especially his in-laws.Everyday he’s treated worse than an infection by those around him but thanks to his wife he manages. She is his light in this cruel world but in a single day he’s shot, beaten, arrested, almost dies then finds out that his wife is missing!To save her, he returns to his past as a big-shot in the underground crime world and takes his revenge on anyone who has ever wronged him before. Welcome back Mr. Star Dust and if that wasn’t enough, he finds out the truth of who he really is. He is….

Grant Calloway is twenty-two, unremarkable, and about to lose everything: his family's failing logistics company, buried under a mob-engineered debt of two hundred and forty thousand dollars. What nobody knows is that the man waking up in his soft, unscarred body is the reincarnated Crimson Warlord, a conqueror of a hundred and eight kingdoms, betrayed and killed by his own son. He has no army now. No blade, no title, no power. Only a warehouse worker's hands, a father who can't stop shaking, and a lifetime of knowing exactly how the desperate get destroyed. When mob enforcer Ronnie Kessler shows up to collect, Grant refuses to fold. He exposes the debt as a setup, recruits laid-off dock workers into a loyal crew, turns a corrupt cop, and flips Kessler himself into a double agent, absorbing every weapon Marchetti sends against him. Each victory peels back another layer, until Grant discovers Marchetti was never the real threat: Vivian Cross, a councilwoman on the verge of becoming mayor, has spent six years quietly bankrupting Ironport's family businesses to seize the waterfront, using Marchetti as her expendable front. Cross doesn't fear Grant. She's curious about him, and invites him into her world to find out what he really is, setting a three-week countdown to her waterfront gala, where every layer of her operation will finally be in one room. As Grant builds an empire from nothing, family loyalty collides with the ruthlessness his past life demands, forcing him to decide how much of the Warlord he's willing to become to save the people he loves. When the gala arrives, alliances fracture, a devastating betrayal reshapes everything, and Grant finally stands before Cross to answer her only question: who does he think he is.

No one came any closer to me since I began to hear voices. It was as if I possessed some kind of aura that attracted everyone, like a field that attracted people. I was either insane or a monster, which I suppose I could be, according to everyone at school. I was able to hear what others were thinking, but no one else seemed to be able to, and some of them remembered me from first grade, when everything first started. I was able to focus better on school because I was isolated, and I loved to do well in school. Since I learned how to silence the voices, at least it had. Before that, I was unable to think in light of the consistent clamor of every other person's brain pounding me constantly.