Leon transmigrated into another world and became a priest of the Holy Light Church, wielding the power of divine spells. However, he soon discovered that his divine spells could actually level up? And after leveling up, they could gain different traits? And among those traits, they could even synergize with other spells?! Upgrading [Prayer of Light] synergizes with [Heal], granting a massive AoE healing aura! [Holy Hammer] synergizes with [Divine Hand], turning a single smash into a multi-hit hammer barrage! [Wish] synergizes with [Holy Hammer], granting the attacks a 100% sure-hit effect! Even [Divine Hand] can synergize back with [Holy Hammer], adding a paralyzing lightning effect to the strikes... ... The flames of imperial war are about to ignite. The Grey Fog erodes the world, the Abyss reveals itself, the Void Expanses spread, the God-Forsaken Lands expand, and the chaotic Elemental Domains devour everything... At the end of all these calamities, Leon stands alone before the many Lords of the Abyss, slowly raising a single finger. "Just one! I will only cast one spell." As his voice falls— A giant of radiant glory rises from the earth behind him. The Holy Light that incinerates all things hangs in the heavens, a thunderous hammer of divine punishment crashes down from the firmament, and tens of millions of divine spells surge forth like a majestic tide, swallowing all the shadows in the world. "This... you call this a single spell?!?"

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.】

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.

“Ha ha ha! Look at this fat piece of meat! Brothers, charge!” With a wave from the leader of the newly arrived bandit gang, over a hundred men pressed forward. But soon, he could no longer laugh. At the front of the convoy, the silver-haired girl swung her twin-bladed axe, carving through bodies in a single sweep. In the center of the convoy, the white-robed young man tapped his staff, and the wounds on the injured guards vanished instantly. With another wave, the guards’ eyes turned red, and they charged forward howling. What should have been a one-sided slaughter was somehow held back—and even started to reverse. “Damn it! Kill the support first!” the leader roared. His four strongest men threw themselves at the silver-haired girl with reckless abandon, pinning her down for the moment. The leader himself shot through a gap from the side, charging straight toward the white-robed young man. Die! He saw the shock on the young man’s face. But just as the blade was about to cleave into his head, the bandit leader saw the Healer sigh. Then he gripped the staff with both hands. “You’ve misunderstood one thing.” The staff swung toward him, carrying the young man’s voice with it. “I’m not standing here because I need protection.” A dull crack rang out as ribs shattered. “I’m standing here…” The last words the leader heard before losing consciousness were: “…because this spot has the best view!” … Bai Xuan transmigrated into a world of swords and magic, bringing with him the game-development talent he had created. In the eyes of others, he is a merciful, holy, and strikingly handsome Healer. In the eyes of his enemies, he is a monster who swings a staff, commands a silver-haired axe queen, and smashes the Demon King’s army into dust. Panel record: [Pleasure +1] [Skill Upgraded]…

[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?”