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Sandra transmigrated into an apocalypse novel as its most hated villainess. Instead of betraying humanity, she uses her special system to rescue survivors and destroy zombies and aliens. But the original heroine has become her deadliest enemy, armed with a system hiding a deadly secret. Can Sandra defeat the world's supposed savior?

Level 1. Assassin. Starting gear: one rusty revolver and a really bad attitude. Aria was an insurance adjuster with a gaming habit and a Charisma score she's still offended by. Then she wakes up in a crumbling high-rise in a ruined city, with a health bar floating in her vision and a terminal telling her she's a Level 1 Assassin. Her loadout is a single Colt, a knife, and four boxes of ammo. No respawn button. No manual. No one to tell her whether she can quit. The city is full of zombies, and she's a terrible shot. But she's a quick study. With a secondhand baseball bat, a scruffy little dog named Midnight, and a talent for turning panic into XP, Aria starts to climb. She unlocks Victorian-flavored shops, scrounges for blueprints, and hunts quests for a shotgun she can't afford. She also catches the eye of a cocky guild recruiter, a flirty healer, and a secretive sisterhood of assassins whose mechanical librarian is a little too thorough with its security scan. Everyone in this world seems to want something from her. Then a stranger on a passing bus holds up a message, and Aria loses an hour in the back room of a crafting shop. Now she's wondering whether the game was built for her, and who else is watching her play. She can't log out, so she's going to have to grind. Snarky, gritty, and packed with gear porn, zombie-bashing, and slow-burn romance, this is a steampunk LitRPG for readers who've ever muttered "fuck this game" and then played for six more hours.

He doesn't see me anymore because of his mistress. Then apocalypse came forth. With the end of the world coming, my billionaire husband tossed divorce papers in my face. He abandoned me to die in a fire for being an inconvenience to him because he's pregnant with his mistress. The gods gave me a second chance, however. Thirty days before the end of the world, I'm awake with a magical stockpile of 10 square meters. I'm not the dutiful wife this time. I win the lottery, empty our joint bank account and hand him the divorce papers before he can blink. He mocks me for my food collection of instant noodles, but I have secretly collected meat, weapons, and more so I can survive. The dead will rise and I will be the ruthless queen of the wasteland. And my ex-husband? He'll be begging on his knees. I'll let him know what he's missing out on when he turns me down.

All Vivian wants is to go through college without the drama of dealing with debts and angry creditors. Desperate for a way out, she reaches out to her friend, Cynthia, for help. Overnight, Vivian is introduced to a world of pleasure and influence beyond her wildest imagination. Within months, she's debt-free and living her best life. Just when she thinks life can't be better, she meets Oscar, a reclusive billionaire who is hard to please but generous with money. What started as a business arrangement quickly transforms into a whirlwind romance. However, their fairy tale love story is suddenly cut short when Vivian is kidnapped, and everything spirals downwards from there. Is this a ploy by Oscar's opponents to torment him? Or are the lovebirds dealing with a familiar enemy who is determined to keep them apart at all costs?

She vowed to destroy their lives, after finding out about the things she missed. "Who gave them the permission to arrange my life the way they want?" She had only thing to do, love or kill? "I, Amelia, daughter of the Silvermoon pack. I would bring them all to their knees and they would beg for mercy." But life gave her a different course, she fell in love. Would that cloud her judgement...?