When His Eyes Opened

Every day, people die in hospitals. Some are unavoidable… but some aren’t. Failed intern Dr. Ryeong Bin is on the verge of quitting when a mysterious notification suddenly appears before his eyes—revealing critical patients, death probabilities, and missions he cannot ignore. Now, he can see what no one else can: hidden symptoms, fatal timelines, and the exact moment a patient’s life will end. But the system comes with a cruel condition—it only activates for those destined to die. Saving them means defying senior doctors, breaking protocols, and risking his career every single day. In a place where hierarchy rules and mistakes cost lives, Bin is forced to choose between obedience… or becoming the doctor who challenges death itself. As rivals close in and hospital politics grow more dangerous, the truth behind the system begins to unravel. Bin realizes he’s no longer just treating patients—he’s fighting against fate. 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗰𝘁𝗼𝗿 𝗸𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝗿𝗲𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵… 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗳𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗱𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗱?

Someone screamed as the dogs outside the hall began to bark just as the young boy was about to speak.Together with the others at the table, he quickly got up, and they all looked out the hall's open door.The boy turned to face his father as several yelps and the dogs' abrupt barking stopped.With his hand on the hilt of the long knife at his waist, the village chief was slowly making his way toward the door.The boy thought Jane, his sister, had screamed, but he had no time to think any further because three Asabya, the terrifying, murderous barbarians of the plains, stormed into the room with a ferocious battle cry at the same time.The boy watched in horror as the tall men, their long, dark hair pulled back by leather thongs around their foreheads, painted black with white around their mouths and dark eyes, swung their swords, and killed everyone in his immediate vicinity.Before the chief could draw his knife, the first person in the room severed his father's head from his body. But they didn't stop there.Everyone was killed, from the tiniest infants in their mothers' arms to the elderly with gray heads who had just given the boy their blessing.The pain and blood as a sword was buried to the hilt in his chest were all he could remember when another person appeared in front of him.

It took just a few seconds and his dashboard was displayed on the screen of his laptop, showing the summary: Balance: 50 Nova coins  Current price: $800,000,000 per coin  Underneath, it showed an option: Convert Nova to USD – Total Value Available To Withdraw: $40,000,000,000 Ryan’s eyes widened. He leaned forward, staring hard to make sure he wasn’t seeing things. Total Value: Forty billion dollars. He clicked Convert to USD. A small spinning circle appeared on the screen. Then all of sudden, it showed up a notification on the screen. Transaction Successful.  His screen refreshed, and the number appeared in green: Available Balance: $40,000,000,000.00 Ryan let out a cold loud breath. He couldn’t believe it, his eyes blurred out in shock. The money was real. Sitting in his Nova wallet. Forty billion dollars for someone who had never even held five thousand dollars in his account before. He laughed before he could control himself. A broken, breathy laugh. He was still sitting on a cracked chair, in a small room, with nothing but a broken, crappy laptop, and yet, in at that moment, he was one of the richest people on earth.

"I think there is a misunderstanding here ma'am," he said to her. "That is my manager over there," he said pointing to Antonio, who was waiting by the side of the road for a cab, just a few feet from the restaurant. "I was only calling on him to give him the phone," Jason said, trying to placate her. But then, the manager was quick to walk up to them. "What is going on here?" He asked as he got to where they were. "Sir, this lady—" "Your boy tried to steal my phone," the lady interrupted and snatched her phone from his hand, not waiting for him to say anything at all. She seemed insistent on getting back at him for something that happened long ago in school. Jason opened his mouth to say something again but was interrupted by a hard slap across his face from Antonio. He staggered but maintained his stance. "Not only do you come late to work or be clumsy at your job," Antonio began in a fit of vexation. "You also steal from my customers too?" He asked Jason, who still held his face, still in oblivion at what had just happened. He nodded and tried to speak again, but Antonio stopped him with a wave of his hand. "I think I have had enough of all your shenanigans here and I think it is time to relieve you of your duties," Antonio said. Framed by a colleague and betrayed by his friend, Jason Abbout had his life crumbling to the ground. No one to run to, no one to share his pain with either, he was gradually dying. Not until, he received one call that changed his life. Now to those who hurt him, they must bow.

Additional Tags: Multipleleads//Non-Harem//Early-romance//largecast//R18//Mystery//Adventure A lonely beast youngling who possesses the bloodlines of several Mythical Divine Beasts and seeks companionship, meets a mysterious girl who secretly believes she is a cannonfodder character in a cultivation novel. Upon their not-so-great first-time meeting, began an odd, but thrilling journey of two youths through the myriad realms of the cultivation world. Arguing with each other, arguing with passersby, stealing from each other, stealing from passersby, chasing each other for several kilometers, and being chased through several continents... But most importantly, growing closer and stronger together; enough to share the troubles that come from the other's strange identity... .... Violent spatial distortions appeared in the void before a figure flew out in a disheveled manner. An Mo reacted almost instantly to the distortions that appeared; however, he was a fraction of a second late. He was unable to dodge, and so the figure successfully used his clean, slick black shell as a steppingstone before they could fall into the stream. Like a swallow gently flowing in the sky, this person drifted to the bank of the stream without even looking back, leaving An Mo completely enraged as he stuck out his head to look at the clear footprint on his back. Before the disheveled figure could go far, An Mo opened his mouth and let out a furious shriek. “Ahhh!! You little bastard! I’ll fight you to the death! Don’t run if you have the guts!!”

Who is Malik Hampton, the man behind the broom? To the world, he’s a ghost. A street cleaner with calloused hands and eyes that never linger too long. To the Roy dynasty; a family dripping in old money and new scandals he’s a punchline: the “lazy” husband Sarah Roy dragged into their gilded cage. A man unworthy of her status. A burden she’s grown tired of carrying. But when shadows move, Malik moves faster. Secretly, he’s a decorated soldier erased from records. A phantom in war, a trillionaire in peace. He traded battlefields and billions for a broom, silently protecting the very people who sneer at his name. No one knows his true identity, not even the woman who once vowed to love him. Not until it’s too late. Not until they’ve already lost him. Who was he, really? That’s the question echoing in Sarah’s mind and others….. Long after he’s gone.

In the frozen, post-apocalyptic wasteland, Arthur Pendelton died a dog’s death. Framed for the horrific murder of his own newborn triplets, branded an abusive monster by a corrupt jury, and exiled into sub-zero exile, he spent his final moments choking on frost and betrayal. Just before everything went black, the chilling truth was handed to him by his wife, Eleanor, and her lover, Dr. Marcus Vance: the children were biological Arthur’s, murdered in cold blood simply to destroy him and steal his wealth. Driven by unimaginable rage, Arthur closed his eyes in the snow—only to gasp awake two months before the end of the world. Reborn into his past life, Arthur finds himself back in his sunny living room. Eleanor is pregnant, using her belly to manipulate him into mortgaging their home, while Marcus pulls the strings from the shadows. But the gullible, devoted husband they once knew is dead. Armed with the knowledge of the impending global collapse and the cruel monsters hiding behind sweet smiles, Arthur refuses to play their game. When he uncovers their secret plan to poison him before the sky even falls, Arthur quietly turns their own deadly traps against them. As solar flares threaten to destroy civilization, Arthur launches a ruthless psychological war of vengeance, securing his survival while dragging his betrayers into a living hell.

Alex Verlaine was a walking, talking blood-bag who only existed to donate plasma to his ailing brother-in-law. His selfless love for his wife is repaid by betrayal and his sacrifices mocked and ridiculed by his mother-in-law. But when Alex discovers his wife never loved him and is already in the arms of another man, he casts his veil aside and reveals his true identity as the Legendary Miracle Maker. They treated him like a servant, now he is back to make them kneel like slaves. They called him a penniless loser, only to discover that he was the wealthiest man in Alexandria. "Just who are you really?" Felicia asked in a trembling voice, her face rapidly losing color. Alex looked into her hazel eyes and breathed like a man possessed, "I am the God you will kneel to from tonight, or watch your whole world burn to ash. I am Alexandria's beating heart, and the only one who can save your dying brother." Felicia clasped her hands, falling to her knees in submission. "Please forgive me. I was wrong to insult you. My family needs you. Please give me another chance!" Alex grabbed her face, squeezing her flushed cheeks, and whispered in a husky voice, "Then beg me like you mean it!"

They also say that force rests in the flesh. That energy that travels along veins, pivoting a huge amount of him as a member of it is even of a more primeval nature. At night in the silver woods the moon will shed its light. Shadows will wildly flare, and deep from the sewers of frozen streets will be heard Kaiju making eerie violent noises like thunder blaring in the distance. To Farouk it has come: those scary rings in his ear as he sleeps, while he isn't being addressed. The flames of all elements slither around his fingertips. In his blood the water that engulfs him. The intense anger that chokes around his heart as earth rumbles. Gloria far ahead of the level of towers is seen by those, exactly at the place where eyes glow like stars and skin glistens. As a confidential asset, they have a Minecraft verse, with want for their power. The glorious Tournament of Kaiju is something that people with lofty status and blood have as a reason to betray their fellow man. It will be a great hurt to them because of this. This so-called sport is definitely not to be termed a game, but an occultic oath that slices through the globe. Plus, the image of Colonel Edeagwu is portrayed by primeval spirits. This fact places a consultancy with old symbols and precious items while it's coerced with spectres of foreign nature. As the wheels are still progressing, the doors are yet to open. Flourishing bonds will break, when the words of the world shall rise, alongside when they'll die.

Marcus Hale dreamed of becoming a hero. At ten, he played knight in the sunlit streets of Millbrook—until the demons came. When the Enforcers, elite magical warriors, chose to defend the capital instead of his village, Marcus lost everything: his parents, his home, and his faith in the world. Six years later, he enters Valorheart Academy as a Defender—the lowest rank in the magical caste system. Assigned to shield others while nobles chase glory, Marcus is mocked by instructors, denied access to advanced knowledge, and forced to accept that power is for the privileged. His only light is Isabella Rodriguez, a brilliant Mage and his first friend—maybe more. But even that is taken when Arthur Blackthorne, a powerful noble with eyes on both Isabella and the throne, maneuvers Marcus into disgrace. Stripped of allies and on the verge of expulsion, Marcus discovers a forgotten power buried beneath the academy—a living source of ancient magic that offers him what society never would: a choice. He fuses with it. Survives it. Becomes something no Defender was ever meant to be. With new abilities and a mind sharpened by betrayal, Marcus begins to reshape the academy from within, gathering outcasts and training them to challenge the system. He’s not just fighting for equality anymore—he’s building a revolution. But the deeper he delves into power, the more he risks becoming like the very tyrants he vowed to destroy. Love, loyalty, and vengeance collide as Marcus confronts the brutal truth: to create a new world, he may have to burn the old one down. He was born to defend a world that discarded him. Now, he will destroy it.