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All because Chu Xia took a paid bathroom break, he crossed into another world and became a universally hated chromatic dragon. Weak, helpless, and very good at eating, the little black dragon had no choice but to pick up the virtues of the Flower-Planting Family and quietly develop in order to survive in this cruel otherworld. However, this otherworld does not seem as peaceful as it appears. Gods who no longer answer their believers? A spaceship from the technology side? A forgotten previous life? Things seem to be moving in an unpredictable direction!

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.

“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.”

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.”