

Brandon Cole is a seasoned veteran detective with decades of solved cases behind him and wakes up in the wrong century as an eight year old ninth-rank official in ancient era, the lowest rung of the imperial ladder. The local gentry have already decided he is a figurehead they can control. They miscalculate immediately. A celestial magistrate system activates just in time, and Brandon, drawing on every interrogation technique and investigative instinct from his past life, begins dismantling their assumptions one case at a time. He cracks a child abduction case in broad daylight with the whole town watching, outmaneuvers the gentry at their own game, and drives out the bandit threat they thought nobody could touch. Every victory earns system rewards: martial arts manuals, attribute upgrades, the tools of a legend in the making. He is eight years old. He is also the sharpest mind in the province. The locals call him Mr. Justice. They mean it with complete sincerity.

With only two months left to live, the White Witch Morwenna ruthlessly forces her paralyzed adopted daughter, Lyra, to walk again. Hating the woman she believes ruined her life, Lyra has no idea that Morwenna sold her family's ancestral recipe, concealed her terminal illness, and sacrificed everything for her. By the time Lyra finally learns the truth and calls her "Mom," it's already too late.

A spoiled socialite in Gilded Age New York defies warnings and photographs a cursed mummy. As her body wastes away, her hair falls out, and corpse spots spread across her skin... Her sister realizes the Pharaoh's Curse has begun. Beauty becomes rot. Fame becomes damnation. The dead always collect.

Three years into an intelligent zombie apocalypse, gladiator Michonne, the only Perfect Mutant alive, is saved by rebel leader Rick and his super-powered squad. She takes the serum to gain great strength, aiming to save her sister Miana. However, Miana betrays her and teams up with the villain the Lord of the Abyss to steal her power. After fierce battles and shocking conspiracies, the Abyss Lord dies, Miana goes missing, and a bigger hidden enemy emerges, leaving humanity’s dawn still distant.

To fulfill a vow to his fallen mentor, transmigrated martial artist Hugo Norris endures three years of humiliation as Yulia Sutton's simp.Once his system awakens, granting him supreme power, he publicly reveals the truth, rejects his former tormentor, and shocks all with his might. Taking up his mentor's legacy, he begins a legendary rise, facing clan conflicts with his newfound strength.

Jones Sean witnessed her beloved daughter fall from the building and die. The culprit was her ex-husband. To avenge her daughter, she changed her identity and transformed into a female entrepreneur worth over a hundred million. In this way, she manipulated those driven by greed.

Six years ago, Shirley was betrayed by her adoptive sister, Sandra, losing her parents and having a one-night stand with a stranger, Sean. Ten months later, Sandra became Mrs. Quain, secretly eliminating Shirley. Miraculously surviving, Shirley transformed into the alluring dealer Quill Yale, infiltrating Sean's casino to seduce him and reclaim what was stolen. As her plan unfolds, she uncovers the truth about their past connection. Together, they expose Sandra's deceit and discover their own path to happiness.

At the birthday party for my Mafia husband, Galvan, I touched one of his blood-stained cufflinks and suddenly gained the ability to read minds. I read Galvan's thoughts. He was thinking, "Tracy's body is so tempting. Much better than my cold wife." Tracy, his employee, was with her broke boyfriend, Reuben. Her thoughts dripped with contempt, "Reuben is useless. His gifts were cheap. Once I dump him, I’ll be with Galvan." Interestingly, Reuben, the supposedly worthless boyfriend, was actually thinking, "My father's test is almost done. How do I tell Tracy I'm the heir to the largest Mafia family?" Fascinating. Galvan, the man I stood by, appeared wealthy on the outside, but the true heir was treated poorly. I lifted my wine glass and elegantly approached the penniless Reuben.

Rumors in the martial world suggest that gaining the favor and assistance of the esteemed and aloof Young Lord of Ferrell International guarantees a swift rise to power. One day, errand boy Simon Carr barges into the boardroom of the Nexus Group under the pretext of needing to deliver an urgent order, effortlessly resolving a corporate crisis with a few words... Thirty years ago, Ms. Wood told me, "If anyone dares to look down on you, you must smash their face, step on their shoulders, and tell them that I, Simon Carr, am born extraordinary and destined to be supreme in this lifetime!

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.