
![[ENG DUB] When the World Burns, Heroes Rise](https://acfs3.goodshort.com/dist/src/assets/images/pc/common/f901131c-default-book-cover.png)
The world underwent a resurgence of spiritual force, and only 1% of the population awakened a career-based system, struggling to survive in a chaotic era. Morton Lynn devoted himself wholeheartedly to his girlfriend Julia Irvine, helping her rise to the position of guild commander. However, while Morton was fighting on the front lines, Julia instead went to flatter and cling to Timothy Shelton. Morton ultimately died in a desperate battle, triggering a hidden talent. He was reborn and awakened an SSS-rank hidden career — the Abyssal Lord — becoming humanity's only remaining hope!
![[ENG DUB] Resurgence of a Genius](https://acfs3.goodshort.com/dist/src/assets/images/pc/common/f901131c-default-book-cover.png)
Caden, the youngest scientist, faced a tragic life due to family conflicts. After being reborn, he decided to distance himself from his original family and live for himself. In this new life,Caden no longer remained weak; he proved his abilities to his deskmate, his family, his classmates, and even to the entire nation and the world. He established himself as a once-in-a-millennium genius.
![[ENG DUB] Revenge Carved in a Second Life](https://acfs3.goodshort.com/dist/src/assets/images/pc/common/f901131c-default-book-cover.png)
In her past life, Cindy Quinn sacrificed everything for her father and three brothers, only to be cast aside when her long-lost sister returned and stole all their affection. This time, she wakes up at the moment of her parents' divorce—and makes a different choice. Instead of staying with the ungrateful Quinn family, she follows her mother into the powerful Shane family, where a brand-new life awaits…
![[ENG DUB] Every Enemy Falls: I Take, I Crush, I Win](https://acfs3.goodshort.com/dist/src/assets/images/pc/common/f901131c-default-book-cover.png)
Tyson Calhoun transmigrated as a despised F-level Serpent. After activating a Devouring System, he evolved from Serpent to Dragon, overcame the apocalypse alongside humanity, and ultimately, devoured gods.

In my previous life, my girlfriend's childhood friend impersonated a rich heir and messed around with the fake power he had. I exposed him, and he crashed his car into me. In my final moments, my girlfriend's sister begged on her knees, pleading for my girlfriend's aid, hoping she could save me, but my girlfriend did nothing. "He wouldn't do that. Zacharias is beyond this. He would never dirty his hands for a nobody like this guy. He might be my boyfriend, but that doesn't mean he can do anything he wants. He'd better know his place." My girlfriend's sister remained on the ground for three days. In the end, Zacharias dragged her away, violated her, and killed her. Even at my dying breath, my girlfriend was still covering up for her childhood friend. She refused to believe Zacharias hit someone with a car and violated her sister. And then I was reborn. This time, I did not beg and plead for my girlfriend to give me a moment of her time. I called my brother instead. "Hey? Yeah, it's me. Some bastard impersonated me and is dragging my name through the mud. I need you to take that guy out. Also, I'm not marrying Annabelle Lawson. I'm taking her sister instead." I gave the Lawsons a lot of resources so they could grow, and what did I get in the end? An ungrateful woman who would leave me stranded and dying all for another man. With all their resources pulled, Annabelle and her childhood friend would be saying goodbye to their good old days and hello to their personal hell.

After the story of last season, Ridgeline Farm Supply has grown into a community pillar — two hundred disabled veterans on the payroll, a future worth fighting for. But the Malones are back and they never forgot their humiliation. When Derek Malone spots an old man selling homegrown tomatoes at his market, he recognizes the name on the sign: Russo. Sam's father. Sofia's grandfather. A bogus fine, a towed pickup, a handful of vegetables ground into the dirt — it's nothing personal. Just payback with interest. Sal Russo never wanted to be a burden. Like his son before him, he chose silence over asking for help. By the time Sofia comes home holding a perfect math score and a promise of ice cream, it's already too late. The brothers of Ridgeline are dragged into a war that will cost them everything. Gunner lands in jail on a framed assault charge. Connor Malone — colder, smarter, infinitely more dangerous than his brother — forces Jack to his knees in front of his own company, then demands sixty percent of everything Jack built. And the one man who could have stopped it all, Colonel Frank Morrison, is lying in a hospital bed — targeted by the very family he swore to protect. Some debts are paid in blood. Some promises outlive the grave.

I was slowly dying from Silverthorn Wolfsbane, and there was only one cure—the Miracle Elixir. But my mate, Leo Ashford, bought it and gave it to my adoptive sister, Jane Smith. He did it because he thought I was faking my illness. I gave up on the treatment and swallowed a potent painkiller instead. It would kill me in three days by shutting down my organs. In those three days, I gave up everything. I handed over the fur manufacturing business I built from the ground up to Jane, and my parents praised me for caring about my sister. I offered to sever our mate bond, and Leo praised me for finally being sensible. When I told my son he could call Jane "mommy", he happily said that his new mommy was the best! I transferred all my savings to Jane, and no one seemed to notice anything out of the ordinary. They were just pleased with my "better behavior". "Viola is finally not so bad." I wondered—would they regret it after I was gone?

My daughter, Ruby Pratt, has leukemia. She needs a bone marrow transplant—and fast. Out of everyone in the family, my husband, Dan Pratt, was the only match. I begged him for an entire month before he finally agreed to go through with the donation. But on the morning of the surgery, he went completely off the grid. I stood outside the hospital all day, waiting. No calls. No texts. Not even a shadow. That night, his childhood friend, Valerie Kinder, posted on Instagram. In the photo, Dan was holding Valerie's hand with one arm and carrying her young son with the other—on a beach in Lulabo City. The caption read: [Soaking up the sun! Dan cleared his whole schedule to join us on a month-long trek and we finally made it to the coast! My little boy said Uncle Dan made his ocean dream come true. Pure joy!] My heart splintered. While I was drowning in worry over my daughter, he was off playing happy family with them. I wiped my tears and typed a comment beneath her post: [Not 'Uncle.' From now on, he's your son's father.] That night, I finally got a call from him. "Babe, don't be like this," Dan said. "You're not being fair. "Valerie's son has been bullied at school for not having a dad. I couldn't stand seeing him hurt, so I took them on this trip. It was supposed to help him heal. "I'll catch the first flight back tomorrow and head straight to the hospital to donate the marrow. I promise." I hung up with a bitter smile. The next morning, Dan rushed into the hospital room. But all he found on the bed was a death certificate.

The day my parents brought home an AI daughter, I lost my place in the family. Maddison Matthews was flawless. Gentle, intelligent, and obedient, she was the perfect daughter. Overnight, I became the problem child. Dad stopped hiding his disappointment. Mom compared me to Maddison in everything I did. Even my brother, Bailey, treated me like an embarrassment. "What else do you know how to do besides throwing tantrums and fighting for attention?" The day I finally snapped and shoved Maddison, Mom slapped me so hard my ears rang. "If you were even half as mature as Maddie, I wouldn’t be so exhausted every single day! Go to the Intelligent Excellence Academy and learn properly how to be an obedient daughter!" Then she sent me away. I was forced into a three-year exchange program at the Intelligent Excellence Academy, a place designed to train human children alongside advanced AI models. Three years later, my family finally came to bring me home. They called my name again and again, but I never answered. The director smiled calmly beside them. "Mrs. Matthews," he said softly, "you’ll need to say ‘Power On’. Unit 1314 no longer responds to human names."