Space

Thirty days before the world freezes, Ethan Cole is murdered by the two people he trusted most. His girlfriend. His best friend. As blood drains from his body during humanity's final days, Ethan swears revenge. Then he wakes up. Thirty days before the apocalypse. Armed with memories of the future and an Infinite Storage Space capable of storing endless supplies, Ethan begins a ruthless preparation plan. While others waste their final days partying, working, and dreaming of tomorrow, Ethan stockpiles enough resources to survive for decades. Food. Fuel. Weapons. Medicine. Luxury goods. Everything. When the Great Freeze finally arrives and civilization collapses, the people who once mocked him will beg at his door. Including the woman who betrayed him. But this time... Ethan Cole won't be the victim.

In a city devoured by a chilling green plague, Jonathan awakens on the cold asphalt, disfigured and numb, yet strangely unconcerned. As soldiers clash with the grotesque "Greens"—his newfound colleagues—a shocking truth unravels. He is one of them, a zombie with a human mind, a beating heart, and an unimaginable power: the ability to command the very horde that seeks to consume humanity. Joined by other survivors, including the President's daughter who reveals a terrifying conspiracy of power and population control, with the rich out to Space and the poor left to rot. Will he succumb to the ravenous instincts of his new form, or embrace his unique mutation to save the last remnants of humanity from a fate worse than death? In a world where power engages in a tussle, Jonathan is the anomaly, the Alpha Project, with the power to either doom or deliver them all.

It all began with a nightmare. Disappearances ensued. First, a girl working in a BPO. Next, a corporate employee. Third, a family of husband, wife and their young daughter. Different people. Different secrets. Different ways of death. But now it seems someone is controlling them. Does the dead really die or change worlds of different dimensions in space and time? What if we close our eyes one night and wake up in an alternate reality the next morning? The Mechanic is a pervert psychopath from parallel universe who likes to haunt and terrify it's victims in their dreams before killing them - thus spreading a chain of never-ending horror. It never forgives. It never forgets. It never dies. It lives forever to kill. There is just one way of stopping him unleash hell. No matter what happens, DON'T FALL ASLEEP.

In a galaxy where civilizations have been systematically destroyed by an unknown force, the leaders of the surviving civilizations come together to form a last-ditch effort to save themselves and their people. They construct a massive starship, the "Last System," and its crew must navigate through treacherous space and overcome unimaginable challenges to find the source of the destruction and put an end to it once and for all. Along the way, they must decide whether to offer aid and support to struggling civilizations or focus solely on their mission and the survival of their people. As they get closer to the source of the destruction, they uncover a dark secret about the true nature of the threat they face and realize that their mission is not just about saving themselves, but about protecting the entire galaxy from an ancient evil that threatens to consume everything in its path. The crew of the Last System must make the ultimate sacrifice to stop the threat and ensure the survival of all life in the galaxy

Planet Terra was a normal world, everyone lived a steady life where every country had been at peace for decades and was progressing steadily in Technology and Research advancement, not until a deep shockwave that traveled from space and time itself brought disaster to Planet Terra, where the existence of beast, monster, and demons from other plains started to invade the planet. From the disaster, the humans started to awaken their abilities and become a hunter they started to push the invaders to take back the cities and the countries themselves, and with the unity of each country, they started to travel the gates of the other plains. Huh, you’re a demon so what…. Ho, a demigod interesting.. You asked who I am?... I am the Supreme Hunter… Watch Raven, an F-rank hunter who will carve his name from the blood and bodies of his enemies, as he walked the path that even gods envied.

Ferris is a thief with a bad magic trick and a dragon on his back. Lyria is a stone-cold knight. They mess up a steal and now they're cursed: they feel what the other feels. So they're stuck. To break it, they have to steal from the most guarded vault in the Spirelands. Their crew? A sad immortal, a goblin who loves bombs, a lost librarian, and a space squirrel. The job is nuts. They have no plan. To get close, they have to pretend to be lovers. Ferris jokes when he's scared. Lyria scowls to hide her feelings. Then the fake stuff starts to feel real, and the vault's keeper isn't a monster. It's a god who thinks their love story is hilarious. He's rigged the game for a funny, sad finale. The world depends on the worst thieves, knights, and fake couple ever. They have to out-laugh a god, out-love a lie, and try not to kill each other.

No clan. No bloodline. No mercy. Armstrong Norman was expelled from his family at sixteen and declared permanently worthless after three failed awakenings. The cultivation world is cruel, ancient, and ruled by bloodline power. He has none. What he has instead is a body stronger than any awakened cultivator his age, an ambition sharp enough to cut heaven, and a sealed mark over his heart that caused an ancient god to stand up in alarm the moment it flickered. The mark sealed behind three layers of ancient power, sleeps the Core Source Bloodline of the Primordial Chaos Sovereign. The mythical beast that devoured worlds before gods existed. A bloodline so catastrophic that its faint stirring woke sleeping demons, shook divine thrones, and opened the eyes of creatures buried outside space itself. A Guild Master offers him a deal. Awaken the impossible and assassinate an emperor. Armstrong says yes. And that's when some trash would burn the whole world down.

Humanity has ruled the Myriad Dominion for a thousand years. Yet even after a millennium of struggle, no human Lord has ever crossed Level 99. Then Riven Ashford, an eighteen-year-old orphan from Earth, awakens his Lord Talent—**Identification**. At first, everyone considers it useless. But Riven soon discovers something terrifying. His talent can see what even humanity's thousand years of knowledge cannot. With an astonishing affinity for Angels, a mysterious Hero possessing both Angel and Fallen Angel bloodlines, and a Lord Space far larger than normal, Riven begins building his territory from nothing. While other Lords fight for survival, Riven searches for hidden truths, develops an unstoppable civilization, and steadily climbs toward the impossible. **Level 100.** But the deeper Riven looks, the more he realizes that humanity's greatest mystery may not be why no one has reached Level 100… **but why no one was ever meant to.**

From the void of space, a ship appears. . . with only one purpose-to wipe out all the inhabitants off the face of the planet. Decades later, a young woman, Alecia, with her memory wiped, wakes up into a world she knows little about-except that it is now a husk of its former self. She ventures forth, unaware of the dangers that lay ahead. Very soon she finds out she's not like any human being. With her vulnerable mind, she possesses abnormal abilities not known to her. Not knowing how to tap into it. Not knowing if it can be controlled, she can only hope that it doesn't consume her. Alecia meets new individuals. Some are friends; some are enemies. While she learns little by little the mystery of her past, she finds herself drowned in need of knowing her origins. . . but it seems that the unknown is much more terrifying than she has ever imagined.

“I’m major Kaelen, I live in this forest before you, this is my kingdom, and I will take you all down one after the other. Look closely at the ground beneath your boots, soldiers. That soil is already hungry. You arrived here thinking you were an army. You are just meat walking into a larder. You do not command this space; the shadows command you, and I am the hand that guides them. I will not fight your formations. I will bleed you drop by drop. Your patrols will disappear without a whisper. Your sentries will wake up finding the razor edge of my knife where their breath used to be. Go ahead, try to advance. You will find that retreat is impossible, surrender is irrelevant, and the only mercy you will receive is the speed of my strike. You will die lost, you will die afraid, and you will die remembering the sound of my name echoing through the impenetrable darkness. This is not a war you are fighting. This is an execution you insisted upon.”