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She died believing her sister's lies. She won't make that mistake twice. Seraphina Peterson spent five years learning exactly how far her adoptive sister would go. she was cuffed to a hospital bed in a psychiatric ward and listened to Evelyn confess every lie with a smile, while the fiancé who was supposed to love her stood by and let it happen. By the time her heart finally gave out, she'd spent those years clawing together everything she needed to burn them both to the ground: medical training, hard-won financial instincts, a folder of evidence no one ever let her use. She never got the chance to use any of it. Now she opens her eyes at her own 22nd birthday gala, five years in the past, a champagne flute in her hand and Evelyn's toast still ringing in her ears which was the same toast, the same smile, the same poison waiting in the glass. Nothing about this night has changed. Armed with a memory no one else shares and skills she paid for in blood the first time around, she sets out to dismantle her sister's carefully built house of lies one card at a time. Her only real gamble is Lucian Sterling, the untouchable head of the Sterling empire, who has no reason to believe a stranger's wild claims until she starts being right about all of them.

When the world’s first AI-run game launches, billions log in expecting power, fame, and a fair start. Riley gets none of that. While others walk away from the opening trial with strength, speed, and obvious abilities, Riley leaves with something no one understands—a forgotten path, a hidden class, and a power that only awakens when the world goes dark. By day, he’s weaker than everyone around him. By night… he becomes something else entirely. As players begin to realise the game isn’t as fair—or as forgiving—as they thought, secrets start surfacing. Paths that can be missed. Power that can be lost forever. And choices that don’t just shape builds… but define who survives. Riley isn’t trying to be the best. He’s just the one who chose differently.

Scarlet never believed in destiny—until she died. Now bound to a mysterious system, she awakens in the bodies of betrayed women across countless worlds. Her mission is clear: avenge the fallen, slap the traitors, and conquer the hearts of different untouchable men. From an academy ruled by gods in human form to kingdoms dripping in blood and betrayal to glittering cities where power is bought with desire—Scarlet must weave vengeance and temptation into every step she takes. She is no saint. She is no savior. She is the temptress who thrives on revenge, a woman whose charm is as lethal as her kiss. But with every world, every mission, and every heart she wins… Scarlet begins to wonder. Is she the player in this game of fate— Or the one being played?

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.