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Lowly and miserable cultivator Wen Jingshu's soul transmigrated into the body of a top-tier second-generation cultivator who possessed both maxed-out talent and a maxed-out background. Blessed with a rare heavenly lightning spiritual root plus a top-grade mutated hidden wood spiritual root, she reaches Foundation Establishment Stage the moment she draws Qi into her body. She refines eleven pills in a single cauldron batch and crafts talismans with a casual flick of her hand. With a Ninth-Grade Alchemist sister as her backing, the greatest sect shielding her, and a super family giving her strong protection, she starts out with divine artifacts and cultivates with every breath... Country bumpkin Wen Jingshu declares that back when she cultivated in her past life, she never had conditions like these! It would be a crime against her current talents if she didn't grind as hard as possible! As for her reborn senior brother trying to deceive her into ruining her own future while she's young; her book-transmigrating senior sister using plot knowledge to steal her opportunities; and the second-generation immortal undergoing tribulations in the cultivation world who envies her and wants her dead... Wait, she was just keeping a low profile and concealing her strength—how did they actually take her for a push-over? She has a max-level start this time. Whoever blocks her path of cultivation, she will crush them!

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.

While fishing at a wild lake, Jiang Huan accidentally fell into the water. When he woke up, he was shocked to find that he had become a lighthouse keeper in the Steam Age. Good news: He transmigrated and landed a high-paying job where his monthly salary equals half a year's wages for an average person. Bad news: His workplace is a lighthouse on an isolated island, his only "colleague" is a mummified corpse, and he is afflicted with a curse that makes him hallucinate every day as if he'd eaten magic mushrooms. By day, he inspects the buoys; by night, he fights off hallucinations. Whispers echo in his ears, dark shadows lurk outside the window, and he has a diary filled with the scribblings of a madman. It wasn't until he discovered the mummified corpse, a bottle of "Spirit Vision Potion," and a sharp-tongued ghost who had been trapped for fifty years in the lighthouse's basement— That he finally realized he hadn't taken over a lighthouse at all. What he was actually guarding was the sealing fire suppressing a divine abomination!

Transmigrated into a new world, Lu Yuan finds himself facing hell mode right from the start. A chilling Victorian-style clinic, wriggling mists outside the window, and at his feet—the scaly, mysterious corpse of his predecessor. In this mad world where knowledge equals corruption, Lu Yuan possesses a unique cheat: he can see the [Experience Bar] of all things. Reading forbidden tomes? [Occultism +1] Dissecting Deep Ones? [Anatomy +10] Gazing upon the Unspeakable? [Sanity -1, Willpower +5] While others descend into madness at a mere glimpse of the truth, Lu Yuan decides to use raw data to crush the eldritch horrors. Taking over the clinic, he treats not only human ailments but aberrations as well. He performs surgery on gilled sailors, listens to the dreams of deep-sea kin, and through relentless grinding, transforms cosmic terrors into controllable skills. When the rest of the world loses its mind to the truth, Lu Yuan looks at his maxed-out skill tree, adjusts his monocle, and smiles: "There is no such thing as the supernatural. If it seems that way, it just means I haven't farmed enough XP yet."

Infinite undead creatures make the best warriors, but they are also the ultimate beasts of burden! Skeletal mines, skeletal farms, ghost-operated assembly lines, bone dragon cold-chain logistics, and abomination heavy-duty trucks—The Necromancer Lord offers you the most cost-effective industrial services in the world! "What? A client is refusing to pay the final balance? Black Knight Collection Team, put in some overtime! I want to see our 'dear client's' soul before sunrise tomorrow..." Chen Xu, a coder from his past life, transmigrates into this world and awakens the [996] talent. Now, he embarks on a powerful and unique path to becoming a Necromancer Sovereign.

She had her heart ripped out, her cultivation destroyed, and was exiled to the Northern Border. She collapsed in a ruined temple, waiting to die. A blind man took her home. When she wanted to die, he grabbed hold of her sword blade. Blood ran down his hand, but he never let go. Later— "You're an alchemist now?" "Why wouldn't I be?" "A blind person can refine pills?" "None of your business." "I forgot you used to be a formation master." "Are you deliberately bringing up painful memories? Just take your medicine!" Jiang Ci grumbled as she swallowed the bitter pill. "You definitely bribed someone for that Second-Rank Alchemist certificate." Lu Yan's face darkened. The medicine worked perfectly fine, so why did she keep saying that? Forget it. He was the one who picked her up in the first place, so he could only put up with it. "Add some honey next time..." Jiang Ci immediately beamed. "You're the best." Lu Yan rubbed his forehead. "Where exactly did my cold and aloof Sword Fairy go?"

After losing both her parents and her legs in a car accident, Lan Qingyou could only lie in bed waiting to die—until she was forcibly transported into another world where magic runs rampant, and must struggle to survive. Survive? Not really. Although she starts with only an E-rank talent and a tree hollow as her shelter, Lan Qingyou does not lose heart. She studies alchemy, grows herbs, crafts magical puppets, and absorbs all the knowledge in this world that can benefit her. Her talent is weak? Then she develops a [Talent Ascension Potion] to enhance it herself. The human race has too low a ceiling? Then she creates a [Race Transformation Potion] and simply stops being human.

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.

It is said that every powerful paladin possesses a heart that yearns for justice, dedicating themselves to punishing evil, promoting good, and saving the wounded. However, Jiang Lin, who had just become a paladin, unexpectedly awakened the Strongest Demon Lord System. 【You are a demon lord who commits every imaginable evil, takes pleasure in slaughter, and delights in watching life fade away before your eyes, seeing the weak struggle in despair】 【Quest: Randomly slaughter ten weak creatures for pleasure】 【Quest: Destroy a person’s mental defenses】 【Quest: Slaughter one hundred thousand living beings】 Looking at his system, Jiang Lin felt a massive headache. As a paladin, committing too many evil deeds makes it impossible to advance in life level! Yet the system’s judgment mechanism seemed… a little off. Jiang Lin casually slapped a mosquito to death. 【You have slaughtered a weak living being and felt joy from it. Your demon lord talent is beginning to manifest…】 Jiang Lin said to a certain simp: “Have you ever thought that maybe she never liked you in the first place?” 【Devil’s Whisper — with just a simple sentence, you shattered another person’s mental defenses. You are truly a demon among demons】 The neighbor’s house was infested with termites, so Jiang Lin went over to help. 【Terrifying indeed. Casually chatting while slaughtering countless living beings — a demon among demons】 In the eyes of others: “Senior Jiang Lin possesses such powerful talent; he must be an exceptionally upright and kind person.” “Jiang Lin is so warm-hearted — he’s definitely a very sunny and gentle good guy!” Yet in Jiang Lin’s eyes, above their heads, a title blazed with crimson light— 【Son of a Demon】

Olivia wakes up to find herself transported to another world—one where supernatural powers are real. Empires wage constant wars, and heretical organizations emerge without end. And she herself… has become a nun planted inside the Church as an undercover agent for a heretical sect? This is bad. Very bad.

“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.

"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..."