

In her previous life, Yara gave everything to the Echosong Sect, only to be ruthlessly slain by her Master. In her final moments, she realized the cruel truth: in his eyes, she was never as good as her junior sister,Ruby. Reborn at the age of six, Yara wastes no time mourning the past. This time, she won't beg for love or stay where she's unwanted. Without a backward glance, she runs away from that place she once called home.
![[ENG DUB] Acid Rain Apocalypse: My Farm System vs. the Zombie Queen](https://acfs3.goodshort.com/dist/src/assets/images/pc/common/f901131c-default-book-cover.png)
During the acid rain apocalypse, the global order has collapsed.Humanity is faced with imminent danger that threatens their survival.In my previous lifetime, I cowered in my safe house and counted down the days of survival with great difficulty. But Amy Carter's jealousy toward me caused me to get attacked by the villagers. In the end, I died under the zombies' hungry maws.When I get reborn, I receive an RV at a village ceremony and modify it. Not only that, but I've also awakened a farm system. I get to live my life without worrying about my basic needs.On top of that, I've obtained great combat power, too.Meanwhile, Amy has awakened a system of her own that allows her to evolve and command zombies around her. In this lifetime, she vows to kill me no matter what. This marks the start of the apocalyptic vendetta between us.

Reborn in a post-apocalyptic world, she uses hidden knowledge and a secret edge to grow stronger alone, all while protecting those she loves most.

Three years ago, an earthquake struck. Lydia's husband and son died saving everyone in their building. Their neighbor Eleanor gradually forgot their sacrifice in the years that followed. For three years, Lydia has quietly honored her loved ones' memory, while Eleanor has come to see Lydia as a symbol of bad luck. Now Eleanor's son Marcus is about to hold his wedding. Lydia decides to make everyone understand in her own striking way that honoring the departed is honoring life itself, and that remembering an act of kindness keeps warmth alive in people's hearts.

On my eighteenth birthday, the High King summoned the heirs of the four great clans—the Vampires, the Werewolves, the High Serpent Clan, and the Merfolk. He laid their portraits before me and said, "Choose one to be your bondmate." I did not hesitate. I pointed to Damon—the werewolf with no noble bloodline, born in a forgotten corner of the realm. The entire court erupted in disbelief. Everyone knew who I used to love. Alpha Iris—the heir of the most powerful Lycan bloodline. For seven years, I chased him with blind devotion. No matter how harshly he treated me, I never gave up. I confessed to him over and over, sometimes right in the royal court. I even performed a blood-binding ritual—slitting my wrist—to earn the right to marry him. In my previous life, I got what I wanted—I married him and we performed the mate bonding ceremony. With that union, he inherited the High King's resources and rose to become the ruler of all four clans. However, what I did not expect was that after our wedding, he turned around and marked my adoptive sister. My parents were furious and sent her away. From that day on, Iris hated me with a vengeance. He surrounded himself with women who all looked eerily like her. One by one, they came—each more vicious than the last. With his silent approval, they tore me down, piece by piece, until I was nothing more than a joke—no longer the queen I once was. The suffering pushed me into severe depression. Only suppressants keep my wolf form from spiraling out of control. Until one day, my medication was replaced with a slow-acting poison. He was the one who did it. I died alone, locked away in the cold palace, a child still growing inside me. However, fate gave me another chance. In this life, I would not make the same mistake. When the High King once again asked me to choose a partner for the marriage alliance, I chose Damon—the one no one ever noticed—without even blinking.

Frank Ford was transported to a post-apocalyptic wasteland as a cannon fodder. On the night before his doomed mission, he activated the ""Wife-doting System.""He chose three ""trash"": a crippled S-class captain, a deformed mutant, and a dying clone.Everyone mocked him, until he injected them with a mysterious serum. The crippled captain, Anna Hutt, awakened her psychic powers; the deformed mutant, Bess Bruce, transformed into a strong fighter; and A77, the clone, gained teleportation.With 3 S-class ladies fighting at full power, Frank crushed all challengers.But then came the conspiracy of Colonel Dylan Jones, a high-ranking official of the Fortress City, followed by missile strikes and city-wide purges...

As a meteor threatens to destroy the world, Alfred Maxwell—an immortal cultivator of a thousand years—accidentally returns to the planet of Azure.While drunk, he destroys the meteor but also demolishes a tycoon’s spacecraft, forcing him to hide his identity to avoid legal consequences. At his mother’s request, he becomes the bodyguard for Serena Sutton, a wealthy heiress, though they get off on the wrong foot when he accidentally walks in on her bathing. When the Sutton Group faces a hostile takeover by Deacon Lowe and Serena is harassed at school by the spoiled Leo Ferrell, Alfred uses his immortal abilities to resolve each crisis—racing wheelchairs against sports cars and thwarting frame-up attempts in locker rooms. When Leo kidnaps Serena to force her mother to sign over the company, Alfred pursues them on a crane, stopping the kidnappers’ vehicle with his bare hands. However, the meteor fragments harbor an alien threat, and Julia Drake, who witnessed the immortal saving the world, is about to trigger new complications...

To defuse the bomb strapped to the hostage, I had no choice—I cut off all her clothes. My clueless new wife, Dana Poole, blasted it online. She cried as she faced me. "Why not at least leave her underwear on? You were saving her, I get it—but did you have to take everything? Doesn't a girl's dignity matter? With cameras everywhere, how is she supposed to live after this? You couldn't even cover her up?" The backlash exploded. The unit benched me to calm things down. So I stopped caring. I followed procedure, no improvising, no extra effort. Then one day, at the busiest mall in the city, Dana's mom got strapped into a brand-new linked bomb. This time, the whole unit panicked.

In her past life, Portia Brooks injures her legs trying to save her birth mother, only to get drained dry by her bloodsucking family while her fiance and sister hook up right over her deathbed. This time around,she cuts them all off without a second thought. She destroys her parasitic family, dumps her cheating fiance, and completely destroys her backstabbing sister. With her incredible skills at restoring antiques, Portia quickly marries Wesley Locke, Northden's richest man,and uses his connections to get her revenge. Family love that shows up too late is worthless. This time, she only protects her adoptive mother and her real love, making sure her enemies pay with everything they've got.

The doctor told me I had 72 hours left, unless I got access to the newest experimental treatment. However, there was only one slot available, and my husband Bowen Liddell gave it to my sister Yvonne Lawson instead. "Her kidney failure is more critical," he said. I nodded and swallowed the white pills that would only speed up my death. In the time I had left, I got a lot done. The lawyer's hand trembled as he passed me the documents. "Are you sure you want to transfer the two billion dollars in shares?" I replied, "Yes. Give them to Yvonne." My daughter, Candice Liddell, was giggling in Yvonne's arms. "Mommy Yvonne bought me a new dress!" I said, "It looks beautiful. Make sure you always listen to Mommy Yvonne, okay?" The art gallery I built from the ground up now had Yvonne's name on the sign. "You're too kind, Kathy," she said, crying. I told her, "You'll run it even better than I ever did." I even signed all my parents' trust fund away. That was when Bowen finally gave me his first genuine smile in years. "Kathleen, you've changed. You're not so aggressive anymore... You're beautiful like this." Indeed. This dying version of me finally became the 'perfect Kathleen Sullivan' in their eyes—obedient, generous, and no longer argumentative. The 72-hour countdown had already begun, and I couldn't help but wonder what they would remember when my heart stopped for good. The good wife who 'finally learned to let go', or the woman who completed her revenge by dying?