What Did Aphmau Do

[What was your sin?] "I tried saving them." [What would you gain from doing that?] "I just wanted to remove this scar." [But that scar was never gained from not saving them.] "I know. I just wanted to see if it worked or not." [And the result was?] "The one I saved killed me." The discussion between Desire and Delight took place as he sipped the tea. [What will you do now?] "The stage has been set, and the doors will be opening soon. I also need to do my part." [And what was your part?] "One Last Chance." The room was in silence as Delight looked at Desire and asked, [A sinner or a saint?] "Depends on the way of the viewer."

What would you do if you could see the consequences of a choice before you made it? Caelan Veyr, a risk analyst, has lived with that ability for years. He has never told anyone, and he uses it carefully. Then his grandfather dies. At the funeral, in front of the whole family, his uncle accuses him of stealing the family's most valuable asset. The paperwork backs the accusation up. By the end of the week, Caelan's inheritance is gone, his employer has opened an investigation, and his mother will barely talk to him. He knows he's innocent, so he starts checking the evidence himself. The documents are too tidy. Someone in the family knew things only family should know, and his grandfather seems to have been hiding something before he died. Caelan has also been lying to himself about his ability. Every time he changes an outcome, the damage lands somewhere else, often on someone who did nothing wrong. He keeps doing it anyway. Then he meets Seren Aris, a photograph restorer, and finds he can't see her future at all. A mystery about betrayal, family, and a power that comes at a cost.

What would you do if your soul transmigrated to another with a system?

Edrin Rhal did not want power. What he wanted was to get through his required military service, to go back home, and to keep away from the wars that kings fight. But when an ambush that is deadly wipes out his commanders, the soldiers who are frightened start to look to him for orders and something that is ancient begins to awaken. The Sovereign Codex. A System that is mysterious and does not reward only strength. It rewards Authority. The more people that follow Edrin willingly, the stronger he becomes. The more commanders and rulers that are taken down because of his actions, the more Authority he can gain. But there is a price for power. As the land of Nareth falls into a war that is brutal involving three princes, Edrin goes from being just an insignificant conscript to becoming a commander responsible for many lives. Each victory he has gives him more influence. Each mistake he makes adds more names to his book of the dead. And soon, Edrin learns that the struggle for the throne is only a part of a much larger situation. Kings do not hold power just because they wear crowns. Crowns have power because people kneel to them. And Edrin might have the one System that is capable of making them stop.

In the small town of Maplewood, a series of grisly murders occur once a month, leaving the community in a state of terror. No one was ready face the fear and find out what was on until a new sheriff was appointment. Tom, the transfered sheriff was hellbent of finding out the why's and how! He was left to fight to his battles and his team were bunch of betrayal and unfaithful members. Tom was in dilemma of a broken home and a lost work. What will he do? How will he do it? Find out in this novel

The youthful prodigy of the Alliance, the Necromancer Kyo the Deathweaver, is dead. But he was not slain by the illness that haunted him. Killed mercilessly by a traitor to the alliance he had sworn himself to, during a war between that same Alliance and the corrupt dogs of the Maburh Empire. He died for nothing, but he did so valiantly. Another youth taken by war. So why is it that he is awoken, 50 years later? Why is it that he finds a world where the Alliance lost and the traitor that slew him is hailed as a Hero? Why is it that he finds a world that does not remember his name? That won't do. That won't do at all.

Only after getting poisoned by his girlfriend did Ernest find that he had wasted his life on the wrong path, sacrificing just to be betrayed. Lying in his own blood puddle, Ernest just wished to have another chance, and he would do whatever to survive. A system called Ultimate Survival System had heard his wish. Ernest survived from the poison. And from then on, Ernest started his new journey—spending money to gain more days to live, or… earning 100,000 USD to exchange 1 living day. But it wasn't the only thing Ernest had to face….

“How could you Jack, how could you bring such disgrace to me and my family?” Jack’s wife berated him after setting him up with drugs. “Move it, you asshole!” The corrupt cops bundled Jack into their van and took him away. For days, Jack was beaten and tortured for something he did not do, until he was finally tricked into signing his divorce papers. His in-laws rejoiced greatly. They had sent their live-in son-in-law to prison, an ordinary Jack Bolton, but when he came out and reunited with his estranged family, he became their nemesis, THE UNSTOPPABLE JACK BOLTON.

The human essence is unchanged from century to century. They are ready to destroy for the sake of profit what can help, save them from the coming catastrophe - witches. Creel is an ordinary person who fell victim to human deceit, his death was cruel and terrible. He hoped for eternal sleep, beautiful oblivion, but what did he get? He is the only one whose life is so closely intertwined with the witches, he was called to another world against his will, they placed hopes on him, endowed him with strength, gave him new opportunities and forced him to become the Shield of the Witches.

"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 ]