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“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?”

What kind of experience is it to transmigrate into a prince? A handsome appearance, outstanding talent, absolute authority… great. Surely this is where the script turns to me governing diligently and making a grand display of my abilities, right! Hehe, I’m definitely going to conquer the world! But when Faust picked up the shoe his dance partner had left behind, he suddenly realized something. So this is actually a fairy-tale world! But can someone tell me… What does it mean for a “Snow White” whose beauty brings a bitter winter, whose singing bestows madness? What does it mean for a “Little Red Riding Hood” who is a generational blood-moon scion, a hunter who hunts down the ancients? What does it mean for the “Daughter of the Sea” who commands the deep-blue hordes and judges all land-dwelling beings?

If a white-haired, beast-eared loli with an unbearably tragic past appeared before you, what would you do? “Give her meticulous care, heal the wounds in her soul… and then die before her eyes.” If a girl who dropped out of school to chase her artistic dreams and ended up homeless appeared before you, what would you do? “Set up a shell talent agency, lure her in, tell her you’re holding a concert just for her—then actually send her to busk in the park.” If… “There are no so many ifs.” Watching the card characters who had all turned dark come knocking at her door, Xu Xiaoyou—grabbed by the collar and lifted off the ground—looked completely helpless. “I’m just trying to survive… so how did my bad reputation spread throughout the entire supernatural world?”

Roger transmigrates into another world and gets bonded to a system. The system is good in every way — killing enemies gives points, scavenging junk gives points, and points can be exchanged for skills and equipment. Its only flaw: it's mute. Aside from reporting point totals, it never says anything else. Roger figures this is fine. No quests dragging him around by the nose, no fear of being erased for failing a mission. He can quietly keep his head down, stack points, learn skills, and survive. Archery, healing, magic, stealth, alchemy... the skills keep piling up, the points keep stacking, and the snowball keeps getting bigger. Until everyone starts asking the same question: "Just how many skills do you actually have?" Roger looks at the rows of skills on his system panel and falls into thought. "How many skills do I actually have? Even I don't know."

After a terminally ill boy closes his eyes, he awakens once more to find himself transported to another world — and not just as anyone, but as the lofty Demon King himself. He successfully inherits supreme power capable of standing against the entire world. Yet there are always fools who overestimate themselves and dare challenge the Demon King’s might. “When I had just transmigrated and didn’t know anything, I let it slide. But now… what should you call me?”

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."

United Federation of Humans and Demihumans, a world of wine and neon. Bai Xiaodu unexpectedly transmigrated — only to become a very cute silver-furred fox. But life isn't easy. Little Bai sighs. Transcendents master their Pathways, conquering the nine heavens and ten realms of the starry void, while mere mortals can only look up in awe, struggling to survive amid hardship. Fortunately, Bai Xiaodu obtained a Galgame Affection System! All he has to do is bind a target, court them to raise Affection, and he'll receive all sorts of generous rewards. Techniques, talents, skills, items… everything's on the table! Bai Xiaodu's eyes light up. Bai Xiaodu cracks his knuckles, ready to go. Bai Xiaodu can hardly wait. However... "What do you mean this Galgame Affection System can only bind onee-sans?!" "System, have you lost your mind? You want me to go chase after mature women with THIS face?!"

After spending a full year on it, Ning Busan finally cleared the game Xenos Invasion, achieving the perfect "save the world" ending! The moment he beat the game, Ning Busan found himself transmigrated ten thousand years into the future — the Xenos have returned, and the continent of Lantiya teeters on the edge of ruin! The good news: he has seven maxed-out accounts! The bad news: he racked up too much bad karma on them to dare use any! All Ning Busan wants is to become a mage and find a way home. Little does he know, the wheels of fate are already turning — he is destined to become the world's savior once again...

Matthew transmigrated to a fantasy world where supernatural powers exist. Although his start was rough, he possesses a cheat unique to himself. He believes that as long as he develops quietly, he will eventually become the strongest. 【Equipment: Worn Standard Shortsword (Bound)】 【Quality: White】 【Requirements: Strength 3.0, Constitution 3.0, Agility 3.5】 【Description: A melee weapon forged by a town blacksmith, modeled after styles commonly used by adventurers.】 【Effect: Slightly increases the training efficiency of Basic Swordsmanship and increases effective damage against unarmored or lightly armored targets.】

Shane Leynas, a third-generation desertification control engineer, had just reincarnated as a necromancer when he was sentenced to 150 years for the crime of insulting corpses. His punishment: exile to a desolate, barren wasteland. The place is a void where only sand keeps him company. If he hadn't arrived through a teleportation portal, he would have thought he was back in his old hometown. With magic turbulence making even a basic Skeletal Summoning a struggle and a sun as scorching as an industrial dryer, there was only one thing to do: start planting trees. A desert that should have taken generations to reclaim was transformed by Shane in a single lifetime. "Wait, who the hell are you?" At the boundary of heaven and earth, where the line between life and death blurs, a dragon gazes down at the man clutching a sapling. "Who cares who I am? You're stepping on my land!"

She had her heart ripped out, her cultivation destroyed, and was exiled to the Northern Border. She collapsed in a ruined temple, waiting to die. A blind man took her home. When she wanted to die, he grabbed hold of her sword blade. Blood ran down his hand, but he never let go. Later— "You're an alchemist now?" "Why wouldn't I be?" "A blind person can refine pills?" "None of your business." "I forgot you used to be a formation master." "Are you deliberately bringing up painful memories? Just take your medicine!" Jiang Ci grumbled as she swallowed the bitter pill. "You definitely bribed someone for that Second-Rank Alchemist certificate." Lu Yan's face darkened. The medicine worked perfectly fine, so why did she keep saying that? Forget it. He was the one who picked her up in the first place, so he could only put up with it. "Add some honey next time..." Jiang Ci immediately beamed. "You're the best." Lu Yan rubbed his forehead. "Where exactly did my cold and aloof Sword Fairy go?"

Opening his eyes, Shen Xiuhan found himself a fisherman in Changyun County. Armed with the Daily Intelligence System, he braved the biting wind and frost, navigated the treacherous world, and silently forged ahead with his head down. [Intelligence 1: One li to the south, in the shallows of Xiaojing Bay, the Precious Fish "Silverback Fish" can be found.] [Intelligence 2: Three li to the north, in a hole covered by dry grass on the largest dead tree in the withered forest, lies the food hoarded by the Gold-Tailed Rat for the winter.] [Intelligence 3: Three li to the southeast, in the back courtyard of the Tongbei Martial Arts Hall in the Inner City of Changyun County, the original copy of the Huajin-level stance work "Tongbei Stance" is kept.] [Intelligence 4: Six kilometers to the southwest, in the depths of Cloudwater Lake, lie the relics and legacy of a core disciple of the Diaohai Pavilion...] By the time he suddenly looked back, he realized that, before he knew it, he had risen from a lowly fisherman to a Daoist Monarch of the Martial Dao who solely wielded ten thousand laws!

On Awakening Day, Lin Yuan tested as an F-rank Lightning-type ability user. The whole crowd burst into laughter. “F-rank lightning? Just a walking light bulb!” “Grew up in an orphanage—what talent could he possibly have?” When Lin Yuan went to find Su Zhen—his father’s sworn brother—to reclaim the relic his parents entrusted to him before their death, Su Zhen openly went back on his word and even set a ten-day challenge, intending to publicly humiliate him. Lin Yuan remained expressionless and turned to leave. “Since your Su family wants to humiliate me in public… to step on me, Lin Yuan of the Lin family, to rise higher…” “Then let’s see—in ten days, who humiliates whom!” What no one knew… was that a second ability slumbered within him— S-rank: Space-Time. Bound to the [God-Level Ability System], he can gain infinite stat points by hunting monsters! F-rank lightning too weak? Kill! Add points—F to E, E to D—climbing all the way to the Thunder God! Got space-time powers too? Kill! Kill! Kill! Break through realms—bend time and space to his will! Geniuses from major factions: “666… that’s insane! Lin Yuan isn’t even pretending anymore!” From the underground demon caverns comes a wail: “The moment I heard Lin Yuan’s stomach growl, I knew the sky was about to collapse!”

After being blown to death, Li Nanzhu transmigrates into a beloved “group pampering” novel—as nothing more than a cannon-fodder female supporting character. She thought she was already unlucky enough, only to discover that the sect she randomly joined is actually a gathering place for villains! But what does that have to do with someone like her—someone who just wants to die? Every time she thinks about giving up and rotting away to death, someone always reaches out and pulls her back from the pain. “Why? Why choose me?” “We chose you—because it’s you.” “The sky won’t fall. Someone will always hold it up for you.” Live on. Only by living do you earn the right to become the strongest. Whether it’s redeeming others or redeeming yourself, only by standing at the very peak of the clouds do you gain the right to pursue the truth. And those youths who refused to believe in fate etched their laughter into her destiny, branding warmth into her Dao heart. Even after a thousand years of wind and snow pass—when she looks back, the laughter carved into her fate still echoes through the ages.

“The Golden Radiant Wall,” “The Tideblade’s End,” “The Dawn of the Silver Armor,” “The Sirens’ Nightmare,” “The Last Line of Defense Beneath the Sun”— Ophelia, the Empire’s First Knight. And you are nothing more than an obscure minor noble from the countryside. How are you supposed to face such an overwhelming gap? Klein’s response: Tonight, I absolutely have to tell my wife that the difference in stamina between a knight and a mage is simply too great — could she please stop pushing herself like this? Yes. Tonight.

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.

I was imprisoned for five years by my yandere younger sister. After finally escaping, I was hit and killed by a truck. When I opened my eyes again— I had become the eldest son of a frontier duke in the empire. That day, my father picked up a baby outside the door. The moment the baby saw me, it burst into giggles!

Li Yuan transmigrated. In fact, he transmigrated twice. But he felt like both trips had been a waste. In the cultivation world, he failed to become an immortal. In the world of swords and magic, he failed to become a god. He had been trapped in this sword-and-magic world for several years, unable to leave. So he changed his way of thinking and began trying to fit into this world. And thus, this world gained an incredibly laid-back tea shop owner. A hundred years later, when Li Yuan accidentally stepped into the divine realm, he fell into deep thought as he looked at the scene before him. At the very front, the gods of the divine realm were holding up a huge banner: “A Warm Welcome to His Majesty Li Yuan, the God-King, on His Inspection Visit to the Divine Realm!”

Yun Shu, equipped with a Dress-Up System, transmigrated into a novel set in a chaotic era. In the final years of the Yong Dynasty, natural disasters struck repeatedly, and the dead from starvation littered the roads. She put on the starter outfit gifted by the system — "Scent of Plain Snow" — which came with the skill "Infinite White Porridge." The system wanted her to romance the male lead, Shen Jue. Instead, she set off on a journey of playing god. With her superb acting skills, the moment she appeared, she shocked everyone. Refugees scrambled to become her believers, building her a Divine Lady temple. Day One: Hearing that a "Divine Lady" had descended to bestow porridge, Shen Jue scoffed, dismissing it as just another sorcerer's trick to swindle and fool the common people. Day Two: Seeing the refugees fleeing alongside him all drinking white porridge, while he himself — being hunted and forced to gnaw on tree bark — felt his worldview shatter. Day Three: Shen Jue knelt every three steps and kowtowed every nine steps, begging with utmost sincerity for the Divine Lady to emerge and save the world's suffering people. After that: When the harvest failed entirely, the Divine Lady waved her delicate hand and bestowed a divine seed, ensuring every household had surplus grain — never again would anyone starve to death. When plague ravaged the land, the Divine Lady held up a celestial herb, enlightening the masses and passing down a heavenly scripture for healing the sick and saving lives. When a great drought struck, the Divine Lady, moved by the people's suffering, donned feathered robes and performed a breathtaking dance atop a high platform, summoning torrential rains... From then on, peace reigned across the land. The people lived in prosperity and contentment, and the Divine Lady's name spread across the realm, her believers everywhere. The system, watching its own host max out not just the male lead's favorability, but the favorability of everyone in the entire world, asked: "Is this... normal?" Yun Shu smiled. "Basic moves. Don't overreact."

“Ms. Grinya Loren, you are under arrest!” “Why? Just because I assassinated the king, colluded with evil god believers, stole the Church’s supreme divine artifact, released the Bloodflame Demonic Hound that could destroy the continent, and even stole a child’s lollipop?” “The evidence is conclusive. Do you have anything else to say in your defense?” “Yes! None of that was actually done by me. Someone was controlling my body, whispering strange things in my ear the whole time.” “Such as?” “Open waypoints, push the main quest, clear the inventory… oh my heavens, by the Archons above, I don’t understand any of it. Every single day I had to listen to that person muttering in my ear, then watch him control my body and dictate my life. I’m truly sick of living like this!” “Oh wait!” Grinya suddenly looked terrified. “This feeling… my body! He’s back—he’s back again!” Before she could finish speaking, Grinya’s expression turned blank, her gaze cold and indifferent. “Sorry. I just lagged.”

A star falls from the heavens, and a man with no memories awakens in its crater. Given the name Midir, the silver-haired stranger knows nothing of his past, his origins, or why the elements obey him like loyal servants. But when monsters long absent from the world begin appearing after his arrival, and a demon’s attack awakens terrifying fragments of forgotten power within him, one question becomes impossible to ignore: Did he come to save the world… or did the world’s calamity come with him? As he journeys across the Ryan Continent in search of his lost identity, Midir gathers unlikely companions, draws the attention of nobles and guilds, and follows visions pointing toward ancient secrets buried at Crown Peak and beneath the Tree of Life. But every clue brings him closer to a past tied to forgotten wars, vanished gods, and a woman sealed beyond memory itself. To reclaim who he was, he must uncover the truth behind the meteor. Even if that truth reveals he was never human at all.

[Single Heroine + Two Strong Leads + Elite Backgrounds + Superpowers + Genius Leads + Romance Fluff + No System + Decisive Killing + Academy + Official Organizations] [A slightly realistic superpower world, following the battles and daily lives of official agents in the age of abilities.] Everyone knows the trope of ten thousand swords returning to their master, but has anyone ever thought about what happens to all those swords after they are done flying around? Luo Yang: “I suggest sending them all to me.” After transmigrating into the body of a wandering prodigy from a top-tier family, Luo Yang has been feeling rather depressed lately. As an external expert for the Farstar City Sanctioner Coordination Bureau, his equipment supply has recently been restricted. The reason is simple: his ability allows him to freely control weapons, but it comes with one nasty side effect. Any weapon he controls will break down on the spot before long. Low-tier weapons are little more than thirty-second consumables in his hands. High-tier weapons can last ten minutes at most. Even if some god handed him a divine artifact, once it fell into his hands, its final fate would still be turning into a pile of scrap metal. Feeling the sting of poverty, the bureau chief had no choice but to limit Luo Yang’s field assignments and restrict his equipment supply. Just as Luo Yang was worrying over the loss of his fieldwork bonuses, he discovered that Qiu Shubai, his fellow bureau member, academy top-ranker, untouchable ice queen, wealthy young lady, and walking ATM, was secretly moonlighting as an underground assassin for a special agency. “Miss Qiu, you wouldn’t want your family to find out you’re working as an assassin, would you?” “You… what do you want?” “Lend me your sword.” “Lend me your handgun.” “And if you don’t mind… how about lending me yourself too?”

Under the blood-red moonlight, listening to the whispers of ancient gods, a transmigrator steps into this new world of steam and steel. The Twelve True Gods sit high upon their thrones, while the Great Old Ones linger within memory. Mysteries from the Dreamlands, unfathomable artifacts, potions of the new world, and secret arts of the old. On Victorian-style streets, Lynch opens the door to his detective agency—and falls into deep thought at the tentacles knocking outside. Is there any saving someone with excessively high ‘inspiration’? Waiting online. Urgent.

A veteran player, the sole server-wide Arcane Emperor of the full-dive VRMMO Divine Realm Era, the legendary Grand Archmage — Leo — at the very last moment before the game shut down, not only failed to log out, but was instead summoned into another world. Wait. Where the hell did I get dropped into? Crashing down like a meteor, Leo discovered that before the magic circle kneeling in a duck-sit posture was a silver-haired, red-eyed, twin-tailed beautiful girl. “In the name of Lucrezia Sylvania, the final bloodline of the Sylvania Kingdom, I summon you!” “My servant! Descend here and pass judgment! With your power, completely annihilate these lowly trash fish!” Leo looked at the murderous pursuers surrounding him, then at the three Command Seals on the back of his hand, and finally at the master, Lucrezia, standing before him — and slowly typed out a question mark. “Did I seriously just turn into a contracted beast!?”

Victor transmigrated into the body of a discarded heir of the Corvinus family and was ruthlessly exiled to a land overrun by monsters—the Eternal Night Peninsula, a cursed forbidden zone. At the start, he had nothing but a rusty surgical knife. Fortunately, he awakened the Universal Integrated Clinic System! Only… the art style seemed a little off. Facing an indescribable stitched abomination, the system prompted: [Severe skin laxity detected. Recommended treatment: full-body skin-lifting surgery.] Facing a vampire mummy, the system prompted: [Severe anemia and dental deformities detected. Recommended treatment: blood replacement and installation of Enchanted Titanium Alloy Fangs.] Facing a frenzied twin-headed demon wolf, the system prompted: [Redundant brain tissue detected. Recommended treatment: Redundant Brain Tissue Resection.] And so, within the cursed land, a clinic that made all monsters tremble came into existence—a true black shop. Victor held up his chainsaw, smiling gently. “Don’t be afraid. I’m a conscientious doctor. I never use anesthesia. Just endure it—this will be over soon.” The monsters’ sanity plummeted as they shivered in terror. Yet after Victor’s round of “physical treatment”— The stitched corpse maiden transformed into a gothic lolita; The vampire became an exquisite, mature beauty; The twin-headed demon wolf became an adorable beast girl. Years later, when the Corvinus family army and the Holy Light Church marched into the exile zone with killing intent, prepared to collect Victor’s corpse, they instead beheld him seated upon a throne of bones. Behind him stood countless goddess-tier beauties. Victor adjusted his glasses. “Here for treatment? Please register first. Not sick? Then…” “…you’ll be made into a specimen.”

"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..."

After getting hit by a stroke of luck and transmigrating, Lu Mao thought he was here to enjoy life as a Hero. Instead, his system is a drooling mess, and he keeps getting spawn-killed by pigmen blocking the starting village. Even the random slimes and goblins by the roadside can walk up and kick him around. Thirteen full loops of Death Return... Only to be greeted by the dungeon tavern owner with: "Odd changes, even stays the same—" Wait a minute, you mighty Soul Transformation Stage powerhouse, this is a Western fantasy world—did you walk onto the wrong set?

She became a green serpent, gliding through the waters by the Wei River, thinking that this life would pass in muddled obscurity. Then, one day, someone hauled her out of the water. The one who took her embroidered her into a totem, carried her into battle across all directions, adorning her with the traits of many tribal totems! From that moment on, the fate of the snake was bound to this land. Five thousand towering years! I have seen many people, I have seen many events. I have watched kings and ministers ascend the stage, and I have watched flowers fall, helpless against fate. I was the foremost contributor to the fall of Shang, the teacher of the First Emperor, a guest of Emperor Wu of Han, a friend of the Crouching Dragon. I witnessed the elegance of Wei and Jin, I beheld the grandeur of the High Tang. I heard the many graces of the Two Song dynasties, I sighed that Yongle was not truly Yongle. The totem raised by the Wei River is me, and the symbol of the Heaven-ordained Son will also be me! What? You ask who I am? My name is Qing Nu—Shaodian Qing Nu. Just a snake who longs to become a dragon.