Transmigrated As A Ghost

For three years, Ye Tian endured humiliation in silence until the night his wife chose a billionaire over him… asked for and open marriage and when he refused had him beaten, broken, and thrown into the gutter like trash. But death didn’t claim him. Something ancient did. A forgotten god awakens inside his shattered body; cold, merciless, and hungry for vengeance. The weak man who once begged for love is gone. In his place stands something far more dangerous. Now, the man they crushed is rising. Not for forgiveness. Not for justice. For domination. As powerful enemies close in and secrets of his past begin to surface, one question remains— Did they create a victim… or unleash a monster they can never control?

Razel, is a reincarnated youth. In his previous life he was a lonely boy who spent his days playing video games. Then one day tragedy came into his life. It all ended for him, was what he thought, until he opened his eyes; to find a fantasy world, where science and magic go hand in hand. That could have been a joy, but that happiness was nipped in the bud, because he reincarnated as the eldest son of a poor family of barons without territory, and, above all, he is uglier than in his previous life. His tragic new life doesn't end there, as he woke up in the last video game he played. An otome game. But not just any otome game, it is one with an RPG theme so it is made up of strong and dangerous enemies. He will have to live his new life as a background character and help from the shadows to the capture objectives and the protagonist to avoid the end of the world and especially, the cruel villainess.

His mother was abandoned, left to rot in a storage room. His blind sister had been sold as a gift to powerful men. And the woman he sacrificed everything for stood laughing beside her new lover. "My future is worth more than your entire family," Olivia sneered. Something inside Kevin died that day. But what Olivia didn't know was that prison hadn't broken him—it had transformed him. The desperate prisoner she mocked was secretly the last disciple of a legendary master. The same man now held the favor of billionaires, business empires, and the most powerful figures in the country. Holding his dying mother in his arms, Kevin made a vow. "You took everything from me." His eyes turned cold. "Now I'll take everything from you." They betrayed a son. They sold a sister. They created the billionaire who would become their downfall.

Kuro Usagi, a teacher from his previous life, has been killed by a truck. And when he opens his eyes, Kuro becomes a gun and is being held by a princess from a distant Kingdom named Chloe! Unfortunately, the world Kuro reincarnates is currently at war against various Empires and Kingdoms! Will the two find their way across the border of the cities, gather more allies, starting a magical journey of guns versus magic, and end the war through a peaceful resolution? I do not own the book cover.

Clinton ran, Clinton won the race, Clinton kissed a girl, Clinton died. What a truly miserable way to die. Clinton woke up to see himself before an angel. “You are now before judgement”. “For being an arrogant prick, a womanizer who slept without remorse with your mate’s girlfriends, and for 999+ other sins that you have committed, you have been sentenced to life outside hell”. “You have been sentenced to lifetime imprisonment in Planet #2122 as a low-tier undead in a Dungeon”. And so, Clinton’s fate was sealed in the most miserable way possible. Beep! {You have unlocked reincarnation curse: Miserable Undead System!} ‘Oh boy!’

Ethan Moore spent ten years being the perfect husband. He worked sixteen hour shifts so his wife Claire could carry designer bags. He paid off his mother in law's credit card debt four times. He covered his brother in law's DUI lawyers, his daughter's private school tuition, and every vacation, every spa trip, every brunch bill that his family racked up without ever once saying thank you. And when he lay dying in a hospital bed with three cracked ribs and a punctured lung, not one of them held his hand. "I called the insurance company this morning. The payout is $750,000, but with the accidental clause, it bumps to 1.2 million." His wife crossed her legs and scrolled through her phone without looking at him once. "What about the stock options from his company? Those vest on death, don't they?" His mother in law leaned against the doorframe with her arms folded. And then his daughter, the girl he carried on his shoulders at county fairs, the girl he stayed up with during thunderstorms, looked up from her phone and said the words that stopped his heart. "You know he's not even my real dad, right? I just want to know if I still get stuff. I really need a new phone." He woke up three years in the past with every memory of his deathbed burned into his brain and a system that returned every dollar he spent tenfold. The man who once apologized to a waiter for sending back cold soup now buys $400,000 suits without blinking. The man who skipped his own father's funeral because his wife said they couldn't afford the flight now carries $20 million in his back pocket. The pushover is dead. And the people who killed him don't even know he's coming.

Thiago Mendes just wanted a quiet college life, but a divine curse from Hermes turned his ears into magnets for every lie in the city. The catch? Every lie he hears manifests as a physical chaos he must solve. When a mysterious girl claims they've never met, the universe decides to make it his biggest headache yet.

Jovan Mahesa was a failed 2024 inventor until his toaster exploded and sent him back to 2014. Now he is back in high school, armed with future knowledge that is 40% accurate and 100% awkward. He has one goal: win over Camille Reyes, the girl who got away. But in this alternate timeline, his memes are weird, his stocks are failing, and he might not be the only time traveler in town. A hilarious slow-burn romance about fixing the past while breaking the present.

Born into a noble family and endowed with tremendous power, exceptional talent, and unparalleled physical attractiveness, one might assume these qualities to be blessings. However, are they truly advantageous or rather a curse? Allen Frey, a young man destined to inherit the illustrious lineage of Duke Frey in the Kingdom of Eldoria, finds himself entangled in this very predicament. Given his extraordinary social standing and the multitude of advantages at his disposal, it seems inevitable that Allen will lead a prosperous life and ascend to greatness in due course. What if this perceived fortune is merely an intricate facade, perpetually deceiving him at every twist and turn? What if it's all an elaborate lie? A hero summoned from another world with the mission to vanquish the Demon Emperor ultimately becomes the perpetrator, stripping Allen of everything he holds dear—his fiancée, sister, power, strength, and all that he possessed. Does this constitute fate? Even the figure known as the "Hero" ultimately eradicated his very existence. Can this be considered justice? In the final moments of his life, he gazed upward at the serene sky, mustering every ounce of strength to reach out his trembling hand. "Oh, God! Are you truly so merciless as to shatter my life?" "Can... Can you grant me an opportunity to alter this cruel destiny?!" He cried out, his voice strained, tears streaming down his face, and gradually he closed his weary eyes. [Ding! Fate Fighting System Successfully Bound!]

On our wedding day, she didn't say "I do." She toasted my health, slid a poisoned needle into my goblet, and watched me choke on my own blood. My last sight was her stepping over my body into the arms of the man who bought her. I thought that was the end. I was wrong. I woke up in the Valerian Empire as Cale von Valerius—a discarded, "crippled" Third Prince who everyone expects to die quietly in a corner. But at the Imperial Welcome Banquet, she walked through the doors. Same face. Same voice. Same cruel beauty. Now, she’s Lady Evelyn, the newly betrothed bride of my ruthless older brother, the Crown Prince. She doesn't remember the blood on her hands or the altar where I died. She thinks I’m just a harmless, coughing prince with one foot in the grave. Let her think that. I’ll let her walk down the aisle again—right into the trap I’m building underneath her feet.