On her first day after crossing into another world, Lin Ling received a brand-new life evaluation: Low-Rank Hero. The reason was simple. Other Heroes arrived with holy swords, divine gear, and savior halos. When her stats opened, they showed: HP: 1, Skills: 0, Title: Discarded Hero. The Holy See fell silent, apologized politely, then swiftly packed up this “summoning accident” and released her into the wild. Lin Ling thought she was already miserable enough—until she was picked up by the Demon King’s Army and brought back to Demon King’s Castle. After the demon higher-ups appraised her three times, they reached a serious conclusion: this girl was too weak to be a Hero. So they decided to keep her as a pet. And so, Lin Ling officially became Demon King’s Castle’s newest “ornamental pet Saintess.” Even with only 1 HP, Miss Saintess must live well in another world!

There are seven Witches on the Red Moon Continent. The First Witch cursed the night. Since then, no one has dared wait alone until dawn. The Second Witch cursed language. Since then, speaking one’s true feelings has become the greatest luxury in the world. The Third Witch cursed memory. Since then, whenever heavy snow falls, people forget who they are. The Fourth Witch cursed appearance. Since then, even those closest to each other may not see each other’s true face. The Fifth Witch cursed desire. Since then, the more one possesses, the hungrier one becomes. The Sixth Witch cursed flaws. Since then, imperfection has become more terrifying than death. The Seventh Witch cursed fate. Since then, everyone’s life has been written in advance. The world fears them, worships them, and calls them calamities, divine punishment, and unstoppable natural disasters. But no one knows that the birth of the Seven Witches was simply because one player grinded achievements a little too hard. He had been a saint, a mentor, a savior. He had also been someone’s elder brother, someone’s confidant, someone’s one and only. It was just that at the end of every relationship, he faked his death and ran. Five hundred years later, Hiso returned. Only this time, the former min-maxing player had become Sophie: a silver-haired, red-eyed vampire girl with trash-tier stats in all five attributes and maxed-out Charisma. Sophie: “Is there, perhaps, a possibility that Hiso is already dead?” The Witches: “That’s all right.” “We’ll piece you back together.”

Shen Qingci transmigrated into a male power fantasy novel as an extra who didn't even have a single line of dialogue. The male protagonist had a Luck Value of 999, while hers was a pitiful 1. The system tasked her with posing as the eldest young lady of a hidden great family, earning gacha resources through the awe and reverence of others. She smirked. In her past life as a game planner, her specialty was wrapping an empty shell until it gleamed like pure gold. And so, accompanied by a Nascent Soul guardian, she descended upon the Azure Cloud Sect, spending 18,000 mid-grade spirit stones without so much as blinking. The Peak Masters of the five peaks fought over taking her as a disciple, until Sword Venerable Jinglian hauled her up by the collar in public and flew her straight to her cave dwelling. The entire sect was left guessing: Just what kind of background does this Northern Region Shen Family have? She had originally intended to merely steal the male protagonist's opportunities and fleece the Heavenly Dao, until she met her Second Senior Sister, Chi Yuan. Aloof and ethereal, quiet and long-suffering, Chi Yuan wouldn't utter a sound even when bullied. Shen Qingci suddenly felt that stealing opportunities could wait. In the original novel, Chi Yuan would be misunderstood, subjected to cold violence, and have her heart gouged out and blood drained, only to smile in the end and say, "I don't blame you." Shen Qingci was sick to death of this melodramatic script. She began to intercept every single "hero saves the damsel" moment meant for the male protagonist. When Chi Yuan was injured, Shen Qingci was there to catch her first; when Chi Yuan was targeted, Shen Qingci stepped forward to shield her in front of everyone; when Chi Yuan's Dao heart grew unstable, Shen Qingci stayed outside her cave dwelling, keeping watch for seven whole days. Until Chi Yuan finally raised those beautiful eyes and asked her, "Junior Sister, why are you so good to me?" Shen Qingci reached out, tucking a strand of hair blown messy by the wind behind Chi Yuan's ear, and let out a soft laugh. "Because... your junior sister has been fond of senior sister for a very long time~"

“Vampires obviously can’t wield the Holy Sword. Therefore, this proves I am not a vampire.” The vampire princess holding the Holy Sword said this with a serious expression. After running away from home due to pressure from her childhood-friend Demon King and her original family, the vampire princess Lonya took on the alias Esper and decided to live as a human. Working part-time, earning money, performing backflips… Oh, she never actually did the last one. Her life was going pretty smoothly, until she pulled out the Holy Sword. When the Pope benevolently announced that she would be sent to defeat the Demon King, she finally understood that her life might truly be over. “Well, since I’m already here, I may as well try my best to survive.” This is the counterattack story of a laid-back vampire princess struggling to survive under the control of the black-hearted Church, while also trying to rescue her beloved Demon King. “…But why is the Saintess clinging to me too?”

Transmigrated into an absurdly difficult otherworld, Lovene became the Saintess of the Church of Morning Light. She thought the rest of her life would be worry-free — until she watched the previous Saintess turn into a pool of blood on the altar. A Saintess isn't a god's spokesperson. She's a flesh-and-blood key used to awaken an ancient god. The Church branded a seal into her soul. She can't escape, and she can't fight her way out either. Luckily, she has a special ability: whenever someone feels heartbroken over her, she grows stronger. So she chose Mia — a girl everyone spat on and called a "calamity star," a fool who'd repay even a sliver of warmth with her own life. Lovene's plan was perfect: Take in Mia, make her the one and only knight sworn to her side, shower her with meticulous love and care, let her feel how beautiful the world could be, then pretend to fall deeply in love with her too, making her fall for Lovene in return... And then, die tragically in front of her. By then, Mia's grief would become the purest fuel, enough to shatter the seal and break Lovene free from her cage! ... The plan went off without a hitch. When she died in front of Mia, the girl's grief nearly launched her straight to the top. Except... What do you mean Mia died for love right alongside her?! What do you mean time rewinds the moment Mia dies?! What do you mean she's alive again?! ... Late one night, a panicked Lovene found herself pinned to the bed by Mia, her wrist gripped hard enough to hurt. "Your Highness, do you know something? You've died countless times already — and every single time, I brought you back." Mia lowered her head, her breath brushing against Lovene's ear. "This time, I won't let anything happen to you again."

Reborn, I cannot keep walking step by step toward death and corruption! This is an age of steam and magic. Spellcasters, hunters, bloodfiends—who am I? A traveler, a demon hunter, an apprentice, a seeker of knowledge, a sailor… a calamity. This is an age where miracles are born; this is an age where hope is shattered. The bloodfiends’ great sword hangs above the heads of the people, and the colossal serpent of the mortal world slowly awakens. Destruction, curses, depravity… I must survive. This is the worst of times—this is a legend of miracles.

"Even though I've been reincarnated as the weakest among the chromatic dragons, and even though I've crossed over as a little female dragon with a disastrous starting hand, at least I'm part of a top-tier race. It’s better than being reincarnated as a maggot." Jonavili Frator Amody looked at her pure white dragon scales, now covered in bloodstains and dust, and was forced to accept the reality: she had somehow transmigrated to this magical continent as a white wyrmling because of a drinking bout. "Since I've come to this strange world, how could I not make a grand name for myself? Hehe, hehe, hehe..."