Avatar 1: An underworld/extreme-path powerhouse who can transform into a hulking muscle titan Avatar 2: A chief disciple beloved and revered by countless people Avatar 3: A savior who annihilates demonic lords and evil gods to save all living beings Avatar 4: A demonic lord Avatar 5: An evil god
"Oh! Miss Witch, you truly are the most alluring one in the world!" "Heh~ It seems you've finally noticed my flawless face." "No, no, no—" Lynn shook his head solemnly. "I meant your [Element Affinity], [Potion Mastery], and [Innate Talent]..." "These traits are just way too enticing!" He burst into laughter. "Come on, we're practically best buds! Let me borrow those traits for a bit, yeah?" "...Who the hell is your best bud?!" ... As a mob villain noble in the game, Lynn discovered that he could copy other people's talent traits. The genius witch's [Astral Body]? Gimme that! The Cathedral Saintess's [Hymn of Salvation]? Hook me up with a copy! The Imperial Princess, the overpowered heroine... None of you are getting away, either! Wait a minute... Why are their gazes turning more and more dangerous after I poached their traits? "Lynn, did you really think you could take something from a witch for free?" "Pay it back with your own body!"
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?!"
Fang Xuan transmigrates into a female-lead tragedy novel and binds himself to the All-Heavens Training System—then, with one fatal misclick, sets himself as the training target. Now he’s become Ning Xian’s exclusive. His daily tasks include things like: being fed by his cold senior sister (+0.1), sneaking a sniff of her blanket (+0.1), and getting system warnings for inappropriate fantasies… Meanwhile, that senior sister—a future calamity who will one day bathe the land in blood, whose gaze alone can freeze souls—is blushing as she gently asks, “Tonight… are we doing that again…?” “Absolutely. Please, Senior Sister—train me properly.” …… But as time goes on, why does Senior Sister seem to be getting more and more obedient? Wait— who’s training who, exactly?
[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?”