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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.”

She transmigrated and became a green snake. Su Qing had no intention of transforming into a dragon. She knew the status dragons held in mythology — always getting the short end of the stick. Monkeys dared to bully them, Nezha dared to bully them, and dragon liver and phoenix marrow were considered delicacies. So all she wanted was to become a powerful demon, live as a “Willow Immortal", protect a small region of people, and enjoy a quiet life. Fortunately, she managed to achieve all of that. But a thousand years later, a young girl named Xuanzang smashed her mountain gate with a single punch and asked if she wanted to go fetch scriptures. Then came some guy with a serious case of chuunibyou syndrome, constantly shouting “Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon” and bothering them every day. Sigh. Why is it so hard to just live a peaceful life?

Good news: He transmigrated into the world of a yuri galgame, and he is the only male character with a handsome character illustration. Bad news: The character he transmigrated into is Greg Sass, a villain maliciously designed by the developers to have a staggering 1,380 death CGs in the original game. To escape every possible death ending, Greg has no choice but to enter a dungeon that is just as dangerous. Relying on the cheat ability he has just obtained, he plans to hole up there until the protagonist clears the true ending. After that, he can finally return to the surface and enjoy a happy, peaceful life. Unfortunately, the goddess of this world and the heroines do not seem willing to let him have his way. Greg: “What do you mean the Demon King is just some roadside trash mob, and the real threat is inside the dungeon?” “And why are they all looking at me like that? I don’t want to see blood flowing like rivers! Aaaaah!!!”

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?

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?!"

Fifty years after transmigrating to another world... The cheat promised by the goddess was nowhere to be found. With nothing but his own effort, Chen Mian trained himself all the way to max level, conquered countless dungeons, and was finally ready to enjoy a peaceful retirement. ...Only for his system to arrive. A modern apartment standing alone in the middle of an uninhabited corner of another world. A rent-collecting system that showed up fifty years late. "Please give those in need a warm place to call home." And, for some reason, it keeps making him set bizarre conditions for prospective tenants. The goddess: "How did his level exceed the maximum cap?! This is bad... really bad! What are we supposed to do now?!" ... "Miss Flora, you can stay in my apartment rent-free—as long as you agree to my conditions." The elven girl tightened her grip on her staff. "...What kind of conditions?"

“Senior Brother, why has your cultivation improved so quickly? Do you have some kind of secret?” “You should talk more with your cultivation technique and raise its affection level. Occasionally give your technique some gifts, then have special interactions with it during certain festivals. Finally, during the mysterious inner event of the technique, confess your feelings to it! Once the technique agrees to be with you and shows you its special CG, your cultivation technique will be perfected.” “…?”

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.”