Qing Baker thought he had problems. A dead-end job, mounting bills, and a sick younger sister. Then he wakes up in a world where magic is real, monsters are hungry, and the only way home is to level up. Thrust into Elrydisan, a realm of swords and sorcery, Qing must quickly adapt to his new reality. No tutorials. No respawns. Every fight is a struggle for survival, and death is a one-way ticket to becoming the enemy.

Orodan was an orphaned street rat who clawed his way to the county militia with hard work. When calamitous events unfold and draw him into events bigger than himself, Orodan's battle-loving disposition leads to a warrior's death. Then he wakes up again at the start of the Cataclysm. Then again. And again. In a world of skills, titles, and blessings, a smart time-looper would perhaps scheme, plan, amass equipment, and allies. But not Orodan. If there's one thing he's good at, it's stubbornly trying the same thing over and over again via brute force till it's done.

When Mira’s home is destroyed by gods, she makes two requests to the System that sends her to another world: to be sent to an isolated forest where she can avoid the violent path to godhood, and to gain magic that helps her live and thrive in the forest. She is granted both, though in the harshest way possible. The System strands her in a dangerous forest where half the plants are poisonous, the rivers teem with souls, and even the smallest beasts lay waste to experienced adventurers.

Locked away in a padded room, Gambit watches as the world goes to hell. Blood rains from the sky. Screams echo through the city. Monsters tear through reality. The world transforms overnight into the GREAT GAME, an apocalyptic battleground where monsters hunt, dungeons materialize, and the System destroys everything humanity once knew. All for the entertainment of the unseen audience.

Beneath the light of three moons, the world of Aster Fall lies shattered. Classes are broken, Outsiders are invading, and the future is unknown. The ancient guardians have left and no one knows where they have gone. The fate of the world lies with one young man. Sam Hastern. His family has been cursed by a broken class for the last fifty years. No one has ever managed to level it, condemning them to the lowest paying jobs and life in a barren village.

Angels are on the brink of extinction. Smothered in black clouds, the Earth that we once knew is gone, replaced by a land plagued with nightmares and pain. It is a world ruled by the cruel claws and fangs of Demons, one where light is most unwelcome.

Penniless, luckless, and aimless, Adam is an art student recovering from a deep betrayal. He isn't even given the chance to lick his wounds before a mysterious force pulls him into a painting–and into a new, fantastical world. Adam doesn't mind much. He wasn't particularly fond of his old world anyway. Maybe this could be the fresh start he needs. Yet, nothing improves. Adam is attacked by monsters, imprisoned by guardsmen, and pressed into service by the resident nobility. Even here, he's taken advantage of. Even here, he's still powerless.

Betrayed by his former gang and thrown into the Rendhold Underprison, Dantes has spent the last five years scraping by. A bastard of human, orcish, and elvish blood, he's lived on the periphery of the periphery, lying, cheating, and stealing to survive.

In late September of 1866 a former confederate soldier returned home. But his dreams of putting the battlefield and bloodshed behind him were cut short. Deep in the night he learns of an awful and terrible truth. A pair of strange men arrive and dig up the body of his recently deceased father. He quickly learns that they are not simply grave robbers. But they are in fact part of a secret organization. One dedicated to the defense of mankind.

When the world ended, Damien found himself living for the first time in his life. The entire population of Earth was thrown into a bloody tutorial which resulted in the death of billions over the course of ten years, and those who reached the end were transported to the multiverse of Lautum. While most rushed their way through the tutorial, hoping to find sanctuary from this bloodbath as quickly as possible, Damien decided to take the completionist route.

Survivor of the 237th Universe, prepare yourself... Nobody could have told Leo that with those words, the beginning of the end would come. Yet, with about ninety percent of the Universe's population turned into monsters, there was no time to grieve. You fight, or you die, and Leo doesn't plan on giving up now. He has to push forward and find what is left of his family. If that means sacrificing what is left of his humanity and embracing his new reality where a mysterious System is his only true ally, then so be it.

Kai of the Sorcerer's Tower was one of the last Mages left, barely surviving in a world contaminated with dead mana and ruled by creatures of the dark. To save his world and fulfill his master's last wish, he puts himself through a forbidden ritual, risking his soul being ripped into pieces to make his way into the past, to a golden era with abundant mana. But things go wrong. He overshoots and finds himself in an ancient time thousands of years earlier, within the body of a young lord named Arzan.

A light-hearted, humorous LitRPG adventure of monstrous proportions! Firefighting was tough, but Kevin took pride in it—until a factory fire landed him in a swamp with a monstrous new body and a mountain-sized cube dominating the landscape. Now, survival means more than just putting out fires. With an eldritch horror lurking in the dark, a desperate village in need of a hero, and some rather suspicious orphans causing mischief, Kevin’s got his work cut out for him.

“Blind eyes closed, but all-seeing. What was broken, mend and shatter. Orphan child, man of letters, tower keeper, castle feller. Body render, never feeling. What was severed, consume. Left hand hunger. Right devour. Starbreaker, death’s victor. Starbreaker, world eater. Starbreaker, awake.” —Prophecy of Aion Origin, date unknown

Brian was a book lover, always seeking the solace of dusty bookstores and the scent of well-worn pages. His tastes veered towards contemporary fiction, but he couldn't resist the allure of antiquated shops filled with stories from ages past. Fate intervened on one such visit when a seemingly ordinary book tumbled from a shelf and struck him, becoming slightly damaged in the process.