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Good news: I transmigrated into the strongest race—a dragon. Bad news: What do you mean the dragon clan has fallen? And that we're being hunted down everywhere by the Angelic God Race? Weakened and fractured, the dragon clan now fights isolated battles. Hunted right from the start, my white dragon childhood friend held onto me, praying that I could survive. Every dragon believes our kind is doomed. But coming from the human world, I know one truth— Disunity leads to destruction, but unity is where the future begins. So I'm done pretending. I'm going to become the Dragon King, and I will make the dragon clan rise again. Until everyone looks up to see shimmering scales soaring across the dark sky once more.

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!”

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.

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.

After transmigrating into the world of a game, Ain discovers that he has brought along his fully maxed-out New Game+ account. The account is his. The skills are all unlocked. His build is fully optimized. There's just one problem... Why is his mana bar completely empty? "You expect someone with no mana to fight the first act's final boss?" "Wait... the second act's boss is the heroine's closest friend?" "What do you mean every single ending in this game is a bad ending?" "Is the game broken, or am I?" The saintess is nailed to a cross in the name of redemption. The witch is sacrificed to an Outer God. The academy's dean gives their life to save their students. Faced with one tragic CG after another, Ain makes up his mind: "If it's not an ending I like, I'm going to rewrite every last one of them!" ... "Hold on... nobody told me casting spells uses my mana!"

I, Luo Qingyu, a college senior, died suddenly while writing my thesis. I thought I would go through the standard Netherworld procedures after death, but when I woke up, I found I had transmigrated—and into a drab, penniless extra, no less. Upon realizing I had transmigrated into the novel Crossing the Starry River with a Single Sword that I had read before, after a brief silence, I decided to stay far, far away from the Five Sects. Are you kidding me? With no power and no talent, wouldn't I be the very first to die if I encountered danger in there? As a clear-headed master of laying low, Luo Qingyu decided to return to her old trade: rent a storefront in the market, open a shop, comfortably lie back to earn spirit stones, and live as a happy little parasite. Unfortunately, the system in her head refused to go along with it no matter what! [Warning! The host is attempting to deviate from the main plot!] [Issuing Mandatory Quest: Join the Changming Sect and become a Personal Disciple.] [Penalty for Failure: Returned to original world with soul destroyed.] Luo Qingyu: "..." To save her own miserable life, she had no choice but to get dragged into the main plot, biting the bullet to squeeze into the Changming Sect and becoming Ye Qiao's Fourth Senior Sister. Looking at this Junior Sister in front of her who drew aggro everywhere she went, Luo Qingyu was utterly speechless. Seeing how much hatred she drew back in the book was bad enough, but in reality, this little ancestor's trouble-making speed and aggro levels were ten times worse! Left with no other choice as her senior sister, Luo Qingyu was dragged astray by Ye Qiao as well. Every day, if she wasn't causing trouble, she was on her way to cause trouble.

Nan Zhi accidentally discovered that items she obtained in the game could actually be taken out into reality. 【You obtained “Blood Supplementing Pill” ×1】 【You obtained “Hemostatic Grass” ×1】 【You obtained “Treasure-Seeking Mouse (Purple Quality)” ×1】 【You obtained “Gold Ingot” ×1】 【You obtained “Yin Niangzi Brand Stinky Tofu” ×1】 … As her cultivation improved in the game world, she could also use spells in reality. In the game world, spiritual energy is depleted, demons run rampant, and gods and Buddhas have turned a blind eye. In the real world, spiritual energy is resurging, ghosts and spirits are multiplying, and cultivators are exceedingly rare. Nan Zhi: Ah, I have a good idea. In the game world, Golden Core masters are everywhere. She’s just a small Qi Refinement stage demon suppressor officer—so if she can stay low, she will. But in the real world, where spiritual resurgence has only just begun, let alone Qi Refinement, there are barely any who have even stepped onto the path. In the game, you call me a demon suppressor—I just laugh it off. But outside the game… You’d better address me as the only true immortal of this era.

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.

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?

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?

[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?”

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!

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.

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!”

“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.” “…?”

"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..."

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.”