Reincarnated As The Diabolic System

What is FEAR to that whose only dream is to die while standing? That is the only dream of a boy who was born in the slums and had to fight his way out just to find himself still at the bottom of the food chain. Arkan, a boy obsessed with the ability to shoot lasers was this person. A dying god had summoned him and in turn of reincarnating him into another world, he would avenge him by hurting and killing all of the other god’s chosen ones who had reincarnated in that world long before him, for he was the perfect person who could do so. A person who could not and does not wish to use mana and possesses a power only fantasied on earth and one that no one had ever been able to produce using magic in that world, the power to produce laser. So starts the journey of Arkan. A journey that no one else could walk and live in order to fulfill his promise, he would have to hunt and face powerful people who not only possessed something powerful on their side, as they could choose to either have a System or an A.I to assist in their journey while he would only have to rely on his intuition. Not only that, but he would have to fight the powers of that world both in the shadows and in the light as many kingdoms fall while the powerful fight and ancient beings start to show themselves again. To make matters worse, by being summoned the way he had been, a divinity that no one would ever want to have was left in his soul, for the one who he has to avenge is the god of misfortune, OIZYS.

Ben Akoni, a struggling writer nicknamed "Shrimp Boy" for his dead-end job at a Miami seafood shack, lives under the thumb of humiliation. His girlfriend leaves him for a billionaire, his landlord threatens eviction, and even his literary aspirations are mocked by a tech titan. Just when his world seems hopelessly bleak, a mysterious Tycoon System grants him a peculiar power: turning virtual slaps in a mobile game into real-life rewards.

Being betrayed and humiliated by his girlfriend right in front of hundreds of students, Norman had to accept the fact of being the most embarrassing man at Dorhaven University. They laughed at him, insulted him, and looked down on him. And, as Norman fell into indescribable rage and despair, a blue hologram that gave great hope emerged from his vision. [Congratulations, Host. You are currently connected to the Destiny Changer System! Your terrible fate will soon turn wonderful!] Can Norman really change his destiny with this? Will Norman be able to take revenge for all the insults they have given him? I own the copyright to the cover.

Allen lost his job after being wrongly accused and his sister was being adopted by a loan shark who he had loaned money from and wasn't able to pay back. He is left to go beg the people who had abandoned him but got humiliated. His mother died too, taking away the hope he had. He felt lost and wanted the world to end. He was given a sunglass by an old woman which he hesitantly collected. Wearing the sunglasses, he discovered it was an advanced system that would bring riches to him. Now, he would get back to everyone who made his life miserable. But, there was a limit to the sunglass power of which he wasn't aware.

Miracle Academy was built to train the elite—those gifted with power, lineage, and privilege. But Richard Sol, a Hollowborn, has none of these. Marked by a forbidden core and a past that should have erased him, he is destined to fail. Yet, when the academy’s brutal trials begin, Richard does the impossible—he survives, outwits, and defies every expectation. As whispers of his unnatural abilities spread, powerful enemies take notice. The ruthless elite want him crushed. The abyss watches, hungry. And buried deep within him, an ancient force stirs. To claim his place, Richard must embrace the truth of what he is—a Tribrid, born of something far beyond mortal comprehension. In a world where strength is law, and the weak are devoured, Richard will either rewrite the rules—or be consumed by them.

Menphis Jackman was a meager wage worker, humbly enduring and compromising for mere money, renowned for his uselessness. He was both penniless and heavily indebted, only to be oppressed and looked down upon by others. But then one day, a large skull appeared in the town, with zombies everywhere, danger and death ominously surrounding him, and suddenly the harsh sound of machinery echoed in Menphis’s mind. It was no different from the RPG system he had once known. It gave him strength, abilities, and resources, a lot of resources, very, very many resources. To the point where he had to think: ‘How to destroy my resources?’

After being struck by lightning, Farouk finds himself in a different world possessing a new body with a new family, and finally, a game-like system where he can level up, acquire skills, and distribute points to his stats. He attends an academy of martial artists aiming to graduate at the top and become the strongest. However, an evil organization lurks within the shadows. Will Farouk, now known as Spectra succeed in his ordeal or will he perish in his attempt?

Victor Dyllon's life was cut short when he saved a little girl from being hit by a van, only to be hit himself. Extradimensional creatures from The Land Between take pity on him and bring him to life once again in a brand new world. Armed with a powerful system that unlocks more of his arcane abilities after every fight, Victor may be the last thing standing between the multiverse and destruction at the claws of a dark and powerful threat. His journey is only just beginning, and his magical sci-fi system is getting stronger all the time!

“Aren't we all tired of reading about heroes who are binded by law and righteousness and can't act on their own free will or villains who are just bad and evil, why don't we try something different, something like anti hero who aren't binded by the law". Follow zero who is regarded as a useless hero on his adventure across a mythical world full of adventures and danger.

"These are pretty minuscule spies, my lord," The leader said into his comms. They chattered among themselves. We had our hands up when they surrounded us. My throat clogged and I was running out of oxygen. I could barely think or breath. Mister Wigglesworth was talking briskly with bulging eyes to the colossal men and a rifle was lodged in his throat, he seemed frail and agitated. "Mort!" He threw the parcel into his hands. Mort winced when he failed to catch it. The box malfunctioned and I screamed at the blast and fell back into the shelter of more craters. I gasped. "What do I do with this?" His hand fidgeted on the and he dived behind a crate beside me while lasers flew. He panted and glanced at me holding on to the parcel. There was a skirmish going on. "I think I got hit." .... Remember when homicidal aliens were attacking us? This was now, yeah, it was kind of my fault. We were crouching like a couple of cowardly war veterans on a battlefield and Mister Wigglesworth! Of all people was out there holding them off. Mort held on to the prism parcel. My eyes were pale. I got hit by the parcel. I held on to my stomach. "Are you okay? Can you sit up straight?" He said. "No, it hurts," I did not feel like myself at all. I was not even in the mood to make snappy comebacks, I kept seeing double and all these color spectrums like I stared at the sun for too long. I was phasing in and out of consciousness. I thought I saw planets dying. I ducked over the end and focused on breath. [ System Activated ]