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College student Lyle York is dragged into a deadly game with a 99% mortality rate. Starting in hell? More like a newbie’s gift pack! While others scream for life, he activates the Brutality System and becomes the “Bloodthirsty Butcher,” smashing doors, hoarding crystals, and forcing everyone to yield. The system panickedly announces: "Warning! Another dungeon has crashed… again!"

While they slice me apart, I desperately call my brother, Nathan Slade. He finally picks up as my consciousness starts to slip and answers in an annoyed voice, "What now?" "Nathan, help—" I don't get to finish before he cuts me off. "Can't you ever go a day without drama? Gemma's graduation is at the end of the month. Miss it, and I swear I'll kill you!" Then, he hangs up without a second thought. The agonizing pain swallows me whole, and my eyes close for good, tears still trailing down my cheeks. Well, good news, Nathan… You won't have to kill me because I'm already dead.

Yvette, emotionally damaged and with antisocial tendencies, uses her corporate power to hire the world's top detectives to investigate after her sister Sophia's suicide by jumping. And when she uncovers Sophia's husband's affair back home, she launches a ruthless revenge.

Modern corporate drone Jake Clark died from overworking himself during a late-night gaming session, only to wake up as the idol of Azury!

While others survive by hiding, Evan Ryce survives by "collecting rent." In the last luxury air-conditioned apartment, he faces the chaos of his employees:Maya, an SSS zombie who zaps and dances, a security zombie saving crystal cores to marry his neighbor, and more SSS zombies running a moving and delivery biz with 100% reviews. When 30,000 survivors and his freeloading family show up, Evan declares: "Pay the crystal cores—or my zombies will deal with you!"

In a devastating fire, a stepmother and her stepdaughter become trapped in an elevator, and Evelyn sacrifices her life in a desperate attempt to save Heidi. Unbeknownst to her husband, Vincent Clarke, Evelyn's tragic death occurs while he stands by the side of Heidi's biological mother, Fiona Lawson. Grief-stricken, Heidi cries out, "I only have one mother, her name is Evelyn Glover!"

Two modern best friends Jill Shaw and Helen Stone transmigrate into the bodies of sisters sent as peace offerings from an enemy kingdom — officially brides, unofficially suspected spies. The cold-faced warrior Prince Joseph Smith gets the elder Jill, the cunning and manipulative Prince Ben Smith gets the younger Helen, and both brothers arrive at their weddings fully prepared to eliminate the threats disguised as their wives.What neither calculated: the “elite spy” Prince Joseph watches so obsessively turns out to be a pure academic who finds knowledge intoxicating and intrigue utterly baffling.Meanwhile the “naive romantic” Prince Ben thinks he can read and control is already several moves ahead of him, playing people like a board game. Two princes who came to outmaneuver their wives. Two women who didn’t come here to lose. The misunderstandings are spectacular. The reversals are better.

I died on the day I was supposed to receive the Pack’s Distinguished Service Award. Three hours after I died, my parents, my brother, and my mate were just wrapping up the graduation party they’d thrown for my sister. While my sister, Ella, was posting a cozy family photo on Instagram, I was locked in our basement, using my tongue to swipe on my phone and call for help. The only person who answered was my mate, Ryan. All he said was, "Sophie, cut the drama. Ella's graduation party is important. Enough with the tantrums!" This was the ninety-ninth time they had let me down. And the last. I lay in a pool of my own blood, my lungs still. They thought I was just throwing a fit, hiding somewhere. That if they taught me a lesson, I’d come crawling back. But they didn't know. I was home the whole time. I was already dead.

I died on the day I was supposed to receive the Pack’s Distinguished Service Award. Three hours after I died, my parents, my brother, and my mate were just wrapping up the graduation party they’d thrown for my sister. While my sister, Ella, was posting a cozy family photo on Instagram, I was locked in our basement, using my tongue to swipe on my phone and call for help. The only person who answered was my mate, Ryan. All he said was, "Sophie, cut the drama. Ella's graduation party is important. Enough with the tantrums!" This was the ninety-ninth time they had let me down. And the last. I lay in a pool of my own blood, my lungs still. They thought I was just throwing a fit, hiding somewhere. That if they taught me a lesson, I’d come crawling back. But they didn't know. I was home the whole time. I was already dead.

After my older sister Rachelle came home from dialysis, the atmosphere at home was suffocating. She curled up on the couch, thin as a rail. She was nagging me hard and telling me not to tire myself out too much at work. Dad was by the door smoking. To get money to treat Rachelle’s condition, he had sold our old house and land. Dirty and muddied, my fiance, who had always viewed Rachelle as a sister of his own, brought home his week’s salary. They all lamented how unfair life was to already poor and suffering people who had to suffer even more. I looked at myself in the mirror with my bleeding nose and flushed away the report with my acute leukemia diagnosis. During dinner, Dad suddenly said, “Ryleigh, Rachelle needs a kidney. You’re healthy and young. You might be a match.” I looked at Rachelle’s pleading eyes and coldly put my cutlery down. “I won’t do it. I’ll be a cripple with one less kidney. How am I supposed to find someone to marry then?” Dad slapped me hard, even as my fiance called me ungrateful. I slammed the door shut as I left. I looked for the nearest room to the hospital to rent so that I could wait it out until I died. The room I found was only five blocks away from the organ donation center.