I Was Reincarnated As A Slime

What would you do, if you are offered a chance to a better life, but with a price attached to it?. ********************* This is the story of Adrian, A brilliant young man whose star has always been diminished by his wife’s family, and even thrown to the cold hands of death. He is mysteriously given a chance to a life every normal human being will call ‘a slice of heaven’. But that doesn't seem to be the case, as a lot of mysteries begin to unfold themselves. Go on this thrilling journey and find out how Adrian navigates this new world, while dealing with the old world he left behind. Read “RE-INCARNATED AS THE ZILLIONAIRE'S HEIR”

The zombies are everywhere! Danny used to be a young high school boy with a simple life but not for long. His peaceful life took a drastic turnaround when he got his face burnt by a group of jealous schoolmates and transmigrated into a world recently rampaged with the outbreak of the ZOMBIE VIRUS. His skinny body was no longer skinny but was athletic and sexy. Danny knew that definitely, this wasn't his body– not his identity! Strangely, Danny finds all the people he knew from his reality in this new world but with different personalities and identities. Makes him wonder where he is and now, while surviving the apocalypse with other survivors— Danny wants to find himself. “I'm Danny and I want to find Danny...”

Joseph Guezz is the only son-in-law of the Smith family who doesn't have a wealthy fortune. Everyone always calls him a useless son-in-law, and he is always humiliated by all of his wife's family. One day, Joseph returns to his family home and becomes his father's substitute as a billionaire. Then he announces to everyone who has ever insulted him, "I AM NOT A POOR SON-IN-LAW!"

“Sarah!” Robin’s voice cracked, raw with betrayal. “After everything I did for you? The bone marrow donation—” Sarah rolled her eyes dramatically, her laughter sharp and dismissive. “Oh, please. Did you really think I cared about you? You were just… convenient.” Marcus moved to stand beside her, draping an arm around her shoulders. “Tell him about the face you made when he thought you actually liked him back. That story kills at parties.” The laughter between them burned through Robin’s veins. Every memory of their time together—every smile, every touch, every whispered promise—twisted into something ugly and false. “You used me…” Robin whispered, the truth finally sinking in. Sarah tilted her head, her expression cold and mocking. “Obviously. Let me spell it out for you, since you’re too dense to get it.” She stepped closer, her voice dripping with contempt. "I only kept you around because your bone marrow matched mine. Now that I'm cured, you're about as useful as yesterday's garbage. But look on the bright side – at least some part of you turned out to be useful. More than we can say for the rest!" After donating his bone marrow to save Sarah's life, Robin discovers their relationship was nothing but a cruel joke. Beaten and left for dead in a kennel of vicious guard dogs, his mysterious family ring suddenly activates, revealing his true heritage as heir to America's most powerful shadow organization! With supernatural abilities and unimaginable wealth as Eagle Industries' new CEO, Robin would show them what happens when you mistake kindness for weakness. After all, when you've been treated like a dog, sometimes you have to bare your fangs to survive!

Raymond's got his second life, he's the main character and has to follow a certain plot. Now, he's able to play with his fate, but the information he could learn about the future was limited to the coverage of each chapter of the plot. How could he survice the challenge thrown at him?

“Don’t complain when the lights go out…” These were the words that came out of his mouth before he calmly exited the office. Josh Summers, a typical nobody, a medical instructor, is pushed aside by his wife, Lauren Forrest, when she sees that she has reached the very pinnacle of her career. She saw him as nothing but ‘Deadweight…’ But then everything turns upside down when, on the very day she had been dreaming of, she sees him standing with the top dogs of the city. Josh Summers wasn't just a nobody; he was the shadow ruler of Veron, the Hidden Ace, and the blade that held the underworld together. He had chosen a quiet life to stay with his wife; for three years, he played instructor at the clinic. But now, he is back, and with his resurfacing, the underworld is shaking— threats are awakening, and new enemies and allies are being born. Will Josh continue to rule over his Empire of Ash and Gold?

She awakens in a Cthulhu world with hazy recollections. Danger lurks and stalks her from the beginning. The steam era of the nineteenth century greeted her at the gates of hell.

"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 ]

I remember the day everything burned like a wound that would never heal. Flames stole my family — my parents were ripped from me, my little brothers and sisters turned to ash — all because debts bled our name dry. They came in the night with torches and cold mouths, set our home alight, and watched the world I knew collapse into smoke. When I thought the world had taken its last piece of me, something — someone — stepped through the blaze. I could not tell if it was man or woman; the fire kept the savior's shape blurred and holy, as if the flames themselves had given birth to a protector. They pulled me from the ruin and vanished like a promise. For seven years I answered a different kind of fire. I joined the army and let the drill and the discipline burn the broken parts clean. My hands learned steel. My bones learned marching. My nights learned keeping watch. I learned how to turn pain into armor, sorrow into strategy. I was forged in training fields and battle lines until a new name fit me. I am Kaelor Thane now — not a child who once cried over ash, but a force that arrives on the war road without apology. They called me the God of War because I learned to move like thunder and strike like winter. I carry no mercy in my pocket; I carry only the weight of a debt to be settled. Those who think they can stand between me and what I owe will learn the hard truth: I do not forgive. I do not forget. I return to make the ledger even, and I will make them pay in ruin, pain, and a silence that remembers my name.

They called Jace Vance the perfect husband—a brilliant scientist who abandoned his groundbreaking career to become the devoted house husband, as his wife, Clara, demanded. For six years, he poured every ounce of his soul into his family, nurturing their sickly daughter, Daisy, while Clara built her empire. He believed his sacrifice was for love. He was wrong. That was the day Jace Vance stopped being Mr. Nice Guy. The man who emerges from the ashes of his broken life is a different beast—a ruthless genius with nothing left to lose. He will return to the world that once praised him, not for fame or wealth, but for a vengeance that will make Clara and Mason regret they ever underestimated a father’s love. The question is no longer if he will win, but how much of their world he will burn to the ground before he does.