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“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.

“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.”

"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..."

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.”