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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.

“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]…

After becoming the Saintess in the R-18 game, The Holy Maiden’s Tragic Ruin, in order to avoid the original tragic fate and carve out a happy ending that never existed in the story, the silver-haired, red-eyed girl raises her banner high. “I, Luo Li Saint Sariel, will never yield!”

Transmigrated into an absurdly difficult otherworld, Lovene became the Saintess of the Church of Morning Light. She thought the rest of her life would be worry-free — until she watched the previous Saintess turn into a pool of blood on the altar. A Saintess isn't a god's spokesperson. She's a flesh-and-blood key used to awaken an ancient god. The Church branded a seal into her soul. She can't escape, and she can't fight her way out either. Luckily, she has a special ability: whenever someone feels heartbroken over her, she grows stronger. So she chose Mia — a girl everyone spat on and called a "calamity star," a fool who'd repay even a sliver of warmth with her own life. Lovene's plan was perfect: Take in Mia, make her the one and only knight sworn to her side, shower her with meticulous love and care, let her feel how beautiful the world could be, then pretend to fall deeply in love with her too, making her fall for Lovene in return... And then, die tragically in front of her. By then, Mia's grief would become the purest fuel, enough to shatter the seal and break Lovene free from her cage! ... The plan went off without a hitch. When she died in front of Mia, the girl's grief nearly launched her straight to the top. Except... What do you mean Mia died for love right alongside her?! What do you mean time rewinds the moment Mia dies?! What do you mean she's alive again?! ... Late one night, a panicked Lovene found herself pinned to the bed by Mia, her wrist gripped hard enough to hurt. "Your Highness, do you know something? You've died countless times already — and every single time, I brought you back." Mia lowered her head, her breath brushing against Lovene's ear. "This time, I won't let anything happen to you again."

Beneath the surface of an ordinary world lurk hidden dangers: the Special Service, Churches, Evil Gods, and Cursed Artifacts. Here, all it takes is drinking a tiny bottle of Potion to gain supernatural powers and step onto the path of the Extraordinary. By sheer coincidence, Freya acquires the ability to simulate the future and create save files. Across countless simulations, she drinks different potions, walks different Extraordinary Pathways, and saves each version of herself. War, Death, Trickery, Sun, Moon, Earth—every save file can be summoned into reality as an independent clone. In reality, the seemingly ordinary petite girl already possesses the terrifying power to stand against an entire nation by herself. And after experiencing countless simulations, she already knows exactly when certain villains will act and what evil schemes they are planning. So what else is there to do? Obviously, eliminate the danger before it can even begin. Show up to fight the beginner boss while wearing a graduation uniform! Villain who has only just started preparing his master plan: "Are you kidding me?! CAN YOU HEAR ME?! ARE YOU F***ING KIDDING ME?!"

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.