

A night security job at a museum seems like the easiest money Jorden Leon has ever made. But on his very first shift, he discovers that the museum's relics are anything but ordinary. Driven by instinct, he restores a shattered Eight-Armed Asura bronze statue. As the final crack disappears, an ancient force surges into him, awakening powers beyond imagination. Unaware that he has just prevented an S-Class catastrophe capable of destroying the city, Jordan steps into a new destiny. Soon, whispers spread through the city of a mysterious guardian who protects the living from dangers buried deep in the past.

"Please, stop pushing. I can't take this anymore." The concert venue is packed tight. A man behind me keeps pressing into my backside. I'm wearing a mini skirt today with a thong underneath, and it only makes the situation worse. He lifts my skirt and presses himself against my hips. As the atmosphere heats up, someone in front of me slams into me, and I stumble back a step. My body stiffens as I feel like something just slid inside me.

"Please, stop pushing. I can't take this anymore." The concert venue is packed tight. A man behind me keeps pressing into my backside. I'm wearing a mini skirt today with a thong underneath, and it only makes the situation worse. He lifts my skirt and presses himself against my hips. As the atmosphere heats up, someone in front of me slams into me, and I stumble back a step. My body stiffens as I feel like something just slid inside me.

Lucas Jones gets thrown out of an S-rank survivor base as deadweight. The moment he hits the ground, the Underworld’s Business System awakens, and he opens a restaurant at the end of the world. His ingredients are S-rank anomalies. His staff, once tamed, are the Hell Wardens, the Soul Escorts, and Brewmother herself. Climbing from lowly Underworld Worker all the way to King of Hell, he rescues a desperate survivor base with a single meal, swindles the obscenely wealthy with a single apple, and erases every past humiliation with compounding interest. He isn’t here to survive the apocalypse. He’s here to get rich off it and enjoy every bite.

Riley Miller heads to the bank to withdraw some cash, only to have the ATM swallow her card—thanks to an unhelpful customer service clerk. Her frustration deepens when she discovers that $10,000 has mysteriously vanished from her account. Just when she feels helpless, the malfunctioning ATM suddenly goes haywire… and starts spewing out money like there's no tomorrow.

Trevor Hatfield, a broke college student, is pushed to death by loan sharks during the arrival of a strange apocalypse. But he wakes up again—at the very start of it all. This time, he has an unlimited cashback system. The more he borrows, the more he earns back. Armed with memories and a broken past, he turns eerie businesses and deadly opportunities into profit, building power in a world gone wrong. This time, he won’t just survive—he’ll own the apocalypse.

Chloe, a quiet, and reserved college student, has a werewolf bestie Amelia, and she had no plans to bring herself into Amelia's world, knowing all too well that werewolves and humans didn't mix, but that all changed when Amelia invited her to the Aberdeen ball, the biggest party of the year for the pack. How could she say no when Amelia gave her best pouty face and puppy dog eyes? Chloe agreed simply to help her friend feel at ease, but what she wasn't prepared for was meeting the Alpha. They are destined soulmate? No way! At this point, Chloe's childhood sweetheart who she once had a crush on reappears in her life, but now he has turned into a vampire to get revenge on the Aberdeen pack...

I was born broken. My Alpha mother was the one who branded me. She said emotion was a sin. A weakness. Especially for a werewolf. Especially for an Alpha’s heir. The day we were born, she clamped emotion-suppressing collars around our necks. Mine and my twin sister's. The slightest flicker of emotion, and the collar flashed red. My mother would then push the button, injecting me with a diluted "silver solution" to suppress my feelings. But my sister Cassia's collar? Always a calm, steady blue. Even when she shattered Mom's precious moonstone, it just pulsed gently. And me? I’d just whisper, "Mom, the thunder scares me," and my collar would erupt in a violent red. Then came the sting of silver poison burning through my blood.. I used to argue. But Mom always said the same thing. "The data doesn't lie. Pain is a teacher. This is for your own good." After thousands of these injections, I started to believe it, too. That I was born out of control. The night of the alliance's Moon Goddess Festival, Mom was taking my sister to the rooftop party. Something scared me during the day. The collar flashed red, and my mother started the punishment. But this time, the collar malfunctioned. It shot a dose a thousand times stronger into my neck. I collapsed on the carpet, begging, "Mother, the collar... it hurts so much... help me." My collar was flashing a frantic red. My mother just looked down at me, drenched in a cold sweat, and pressed the button for the maximum dose. "You'd lose control like this just for attention? You're a lost cause." She turned, took my sister, and slammed the door. I couldn't help but think, Mom must be right. The collar is red. It doesn't really hurt. I'm just being dramatic, looking for pity again. I'm sorry, Mom. In my next life, I'll be the perfect daughter you always wanted.