dc comics doomsday clock graphic novel

Sarah Lindberg's world turned upside down fast. By her side was her suddenly-mutated boyfriend, and outside her window was the scorching doomsday.

As a top female agent, I traveled to another world and possessed the body of a pathetic ancient girl. Since then, I have fought for survival while lowering the boom on the bitch and cheater in the world full of the living dead. I've also met the aloof and handsome Crown Prince, the wild and rakish general, as well as the gentle and affectionate pirate captain here. Hey, Could you guys please stop distracting me from the fight with zombies? But whatever. Now that I traveled here, I would be glad to safeguard this world and take care of these hot guys!

The invasion of Snake demons put the human world in a very vulnerable position. At that moment, there emerged an epochal genius. "No, please don't help me up! I mean it. My learning efficiency can reach the highest only when I'm lying on my back! This is my special learning habit. I swear I'm not sleeping", said the genius. Laziness is human nature. But if everyone can transform their laziness into something useful, it may enable us to survive in every dangerous situation and urge us to make progress generation after generation...

Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"

A mission gone wrong sends military doctor Han Lei tumbling through time, straight into the arms of a fallen Prince in a war-torn era. With a bizarre excuse to keep a doctor by his side, the battle-scarred general finds himself completely undone by her soft words and gentle hands. Han Lei's wish is to earn silver and marry a strong man. The Prince’s wish is to seek development and marry a gentle wife. Two people, four desires, who will bend first? --- She's a dignified modern woman who crossed through time. How could she stand by and let these ancient fools bully her husband? He's a national hero, yet nearly got himself killed over that damn loyalty of his. She asks him: "What are you thinking?" He answers: "My heart is dead, you know what I am thinking." She curls her lips, turns to leave a sentence: "Then what are you waiting for? Go do him now!"

"This is the first time—and the last." That's what Asher Keating told her, cold-faced and buttoning his shirt, after one night he never should have had. Leah Sinclair was no one. A broke college student buried in debt after her grandmother's surgery, selling her evenings at a high-end escort club just to survive. She wasn't supposed to end up in his bed. He wasn't supposed to come back. But he did. After the second time and the third, Leah cursed viciously in her heart: "Damn man! You really can't trust a word men say." Many years later, Asher looked at Leah sleeping beside him and sighed to himself: "Sure enough, you shouldn't be with the same woman more than three times, or you'll really be in for it." Was it possession... or affection? A choice that began as a transaction but became true love, with only the wish... to never forget their original intentions.

"You should get up from where you fell down. Wifey, don't you want to hold your head high and show off in front of them in this life?" the man whispered close to the woman's ear, his tone full of temptation. "Are you really that kind?" The woman took a wary step back, completely unwilling to fall for it: "Those people aren't just anybody. Aren't they your dearest parents and siblings?" "Wifey, I am clear on who is close to me and who is distant. From now on, you and the children are the ones dearest to me." A pained look flashed in the man's eyes; it took him a lifetime and a painful price to finally understand—if he himself doesn't know how to fiercely protect his own wife and children, how can he expect others to hold them in any regard? This is actually a story where both the male and female leads are reborn, one after the other, and the male lead, after learning from his painful experience, ultimately undergoes a Cultivation to become a "loyal dog." With a spatial dimension and a superpower, see how Gu Nuan Nuan brings her mother along for a magnificent reversal in this life!

In a world overrun by demons and monsters, cultivators worship the Bizarre and Unspeakable as the Way of Heaven. If a mortal wishes to step onto the path of cultivation, they must gouge out their own eyes, sever their limbs, and destroy their Roots of Wisdom… Upon transmigrating into this world, Ren Qing discovered that through his Divine Ability, he was completely exempt from the horrific price of cultivation. And so, just like that, he casually embarked upon the path of cultivation…

Bai Zhi transmigrated into a novel. The good news? She’s bound to a Godly Rich System. The bad news? She’s the story’s wicked, unforgivable villainess. Right in front of her lies her incomparably handsome Beast Husband—covered in scars from her abuse, just choked unconscious by her own hands. And the system’s mission? Spend money on her five Beast Husbands. Bai Zhi can only smile bitterly. Every one of them wants her dead—and honestly, who could blame them? The original owner committed far too many atrocities. With no other choice, Bai Zhi relies on the Godly Rich System, throwing money at them in hopes of soothing their anger. The charming Fox Clan Beast Husband likes rare gems? Buy, buy, buy! The dependable Wolf Clan Beast Husband, the beauty-obsessed Winged Beast Husband, the Tiger Clan Beast Husband, and the cunning Snake Clan Beast Husband—whatever they want… buy it all! Only when their long-stagnant Superpower Levels begin to skyrocket does Bai Zhi finally get a moment of peace. …Or so she thought. Bai Zhi: “Hey, hey—stop crowding in! My bed is small; it can’t fit all of you!” Lang Qiu: “Hu Yan has already reached SSS-level. You can’t play favorites.” Yan Yichen: “You said you liked my feathers the most. I’ll let you touch them~” Sang Mo says nothing—only silently parading in front of her in sheer clothing.

She crashed her cheating fiancé's wedding in mourning attire and walked out with a marriage certificate from the most dangerous man in the city. Sparkle Gold thought she had it all: a booming agency, a loving fiancé, and a rising-star cousin she raised with her own hands. Then she woke up in a car speeding toward the ocean and overheard the two people she trusted most plotting her death. She survived. She kept the evidence. And she showed up at their wedding to reveal the truth! What she didn't expect? The owner of the Sanctus—cold, ruthless billionaire Evan Saint—dragging her straight to the marriage bureau. "You wrecked my banquet hall. Consider this your payment plan." Now publicly married to a man she once chased ten years ago, Sparkle has a new mission: destroy the people who stole her company, reclaim her place in the entertainment industry, and win Best Actress. --- He married her for leverage. She stayed for revenge. Neither expected to fall.