

Reborn into a cybernetic world where "synchronization rate" determines everything, I was once a overworked office worker who died from exhaustion. Now, even as the strongest being, I choose to live as an F-rank "trash" who spends his days flirting with beautiful women and enjoying a laid-back life. But trouble keeps coming for me anyway—my ex-wife demands a share of my fortune, my family forces me into an arranged marriage, a brother dies protecting me, and even my own elder brother wants to drag me down with him. Fine. If you won't let me rest, I won't pretend anymore. One punch per problem—until everyone learns their place.

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.

20-year-old artist Zoey York wakes up in her 27-year-old self. She has been married to her former crush, Timothy Lane, for five years and has a four-year-old son with him. She has no memory of what has transpired, but her unfaithful husband, her lonely son, her unhappy marriage, and her depression reveal the miserable life she has been living. Refusing to stay trapped, she divorces Timothy and uses her talent to start over with her son.

20-year-old artist Zoey York wakes up in her 27-year-old self. She has been married to her former crush, Timothy Lane, for five years and has a four-year-old son with him. She has no memory of what has transpired, but her unfaithful husband, her lonely son, her unhappy marriage, and her depression reveal the miserable life she has been living. Refusing to stay trapped, she divorces Timothy and uses her talent to start over with her son.

Everyone in the family can see the countdown above Eli Nash, my brother, so we all know he dies the day he turns 16 years old. Thus, Eli becomes the most pampered person in the family. He gets all the good food, the latest limited-edition sneakers, and even the bedtime stories from Mom and Dad. I feel very bad for him, yet I am jealous of all the love he receives. I finally make it to the eve of his 16th birthday. But Mom and Dad fear that I will cause trouble, so they lock me in a storage room while I am suffering from a high fever. I panic as I bang on the door. "Please let me out, Mom! I'm running a fever, and my head hurts so badly!" Mom snaps through gritted teeth, "That's enough, Ash! Eli is going to die tomorrow! Why can't you just put up with it?" "I feel really sick, though…" I start losing consciousness as the sounds outside the door die down.

Between getting chewed out at work and saving Earth, Thomas prefers clocking out. Armed with hilarious black tech, he inherits a corporate giant and a fiery heiress. Now evil villains want his head, but he only cares about not working overtime.

On my 10th wedding anniversary, my former best friend posted a photo of her daughter, my son, her and my husband, with the caption "The perfect pair." I replied "Perfect indeed." The next day, my husband and son blamed me for upsetting her. I threw the divorce papers at them: "If it’s all my fault, I quit your perfect family of four."

I bought a handsome, aloof incubus online. But he wouldn't stop making that low humming sound, just standing there, staring at me in silence. His body was burning hot. Worried he might be sick, I hurried to contact customer service. After listening to my description, the person on the other end went quiet for a moment. Then they said, "Um... is it possible that your incubus isn't sick—he's just starving, maybe wanting to kiss you, or... do something else?"

I bought a handsome, aloof incubus online. But he wouldn't stop making that low humming sound, just standing there, staring at me in silence. His body was burning hot. Worried he might be sick, I hurried to contact customer service. After listening to my description, the person on the other end went quiet for a moment. Then they said, "Um... is it possible that your incubus isn't sick—he's just starving, maybe wanting to kiss you, or... do something else?"

They say the chances of winning the lottery are the same as getting struck by lightning. So it'd be nut and absurd to have both happen to you, right? You're broke. You're abandoned. You're kicked out of your girl's house by her all-about-political image father. You've reached rock bottom. Lightning strikes. You are different now. You're gonna make all rich, spoiled folks respect you, envy you, or even better, fear you.