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.
Gu Ningyun transmigrated into a novel. And of all roles, she became the cannon fodder female side character—destined to have her spiritual root dug out by the heroine right at the start. So what should she do? Simple. She packed up and ran. What, the heroine is searching for her like crazy? No problem—Gu Ningyun is already busy looting all of the heroine’s opportunities. ………… Gu Ningyun joins the number one sect in the cultivation world—the Xiaoyao Immortal Sect. The Xiaoyao Sect has three ancient tenets: Only by becoming strong can one attain true freedom. To cultivate blindly without thought is no different from being a puppet. When caught up in endless competition, remember to pause and listen to your own heart. Later, at the Grand Tournament of a Hundred Sects— Genius A from another sect:“Wasn’t it said that Xiaoyao has extremely high standards and is super competitive?” Genius B:“Yeah. Otherwise, how do you think they beat you senseless across realms?” Genius A:“Then why are they playing music and grilling meat while we’re training?!” A passing Xiaoyao disciple chuckles inwardly— If you’ve never entered Xiaoyao, how would you understand its people? If you’ve never walked the Xiaoyao path, how would you grasp its Dao? Reach for the heavens with a single hand, Lower your head and listen to your heart. In every action, effortless and free— That is the way of a Xiaoyao Immortal. Later still, when a beast tide descends— Gu Ningyun holds talismans in her left hand and a sword in her right. A black bear demon:“??? Aren’t you a wind-element spell cultivator?” Gu Ningyun pulls out an iron pot, lights a fire, and starts stewing bear paws. “Alright, I admit it… I’m actually a food cultivator.” A passing righteous cultivator:“Talisman cultivator? Sword cultivator? Spell cultivator? Food cultivator? …Heh.”
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."
Across the peaceful and tranquil continent of Vannaria, a series of terrifying events are quietly unfolding. The Witch of Flame, who defected from the High Tower, burned the sacred tree to the ground. The bloodthirsty Blood Archduke slaughtered everyone within the vampire territory. The Spider Lady, who manipulates fate, incited a civil war in the Star Orchid Principality. The Pure White Angel, spreader of plagues, returned to the cursed sky city. The Demon of Dominion, eternally exiled by the gods, reclaimed her control over the Abyss... Of course, none of this has anything to do with Celia. She is merely a minor Saintess in a minor cathedral.
After getting hit by a stroke of luck and transmigrating, Lu Mao thought he was here to enjoy life as a Hero. Instead, his system is a drooling mess, and he keeps getting spawn-killed by pigmen blocking the starting village. Even the random slimes and goblins by the roadside can walk up and kick him around. Thirteen full loops of Death Return... Only to be greeted by the dungeon tavern owner with: "Odd changes, even stays the same—" Wait a minute, you mighty Soul Transformation Stage powerhouse, this is a Western fantasy world—did you walk onto the wrong set?
Roger transmigrates into another world and gets bonded to a system. The system is good in every way — killing enemies gives points, scavenging junk gives points, and points can be exchanged for skills and equipment. Its only flaw: it's mute. Aside from reporting point totals, it never says anything else. Roger figures this is fine. No quests dragging him around by the nose, no fear of being erased for failing a mission. He can quietly keep his head down, stack points, learn skills, and survive. Archery, healing, magic, stealth, alchemy... the skills keep piling up, the points keep stacking, and the snowball keeps getting bigger. Until everyone starts asking the same question: "Just how many skills do you actually have?" Roger looks at the rows of skills on his system panel and falls into thought. "How many skills do I actually have? Even I don't know."
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?
After a terminally ill boy closes his eyes, he awakens once more to find himself transported to another world — and not just as anyone, but as the lofty Demon King himself. He successfully inherits supreme power capable of standing against the entire world. Yet there are always fools who overestimate themselves and dare challenge the Demon King’s might. “When I had just transmigrated and didn’t know anything, I let it slide. But now… what should you call me?”
“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.
What kind of experience is it to transmigrate into a prince? A handsome appearance, outstanding talent, absolute authority… great. Surely this is where the script turns to me governing diligently and making a grand display of my abilities, right! Hehe, I’m definitely going to conquer the world! But when Faust picked up the shoe his dance partner had left behind, he suddenly realized something. So this is actually a fairy-tale world! But can someone tell me… What does it mean for a “Snow White” whose beauty brings a bitter winter, whose singing bestows madness? What does it mean for a “Little Red Riding Hood” who is a generational blood-moon scion, a hunter who hunts down the ancients? What does it mean for the “Daughter of the Sea” who commands the deep-blue hordes and judges all land-dwelling beings?
[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?”
I was imprisoned for five years by my yandere younger sister. After finally escaping, I was hit and killed by a truck. When I opened my eyes again— I had become the eldest son of a frontier duke in the empire. That day, my father picked up a baby outside the door. The moment the baby saw me, it burst into giggles!
She became a green serpent, gliding through the waters by the Wei River, thinking that this life would pass in muddled obscurity. Then, one day, someone hauled her out of the water. The one who took her embroidered her into a totem, carried her into battle across all directions, adorning her with the traits of many tribal totems! From that moment on, the fate of the snake was bound to this land. Five thousand towering years! I have seen many people, I have seen many events. I have watched kings and ministers ascend the stage, and I have watched flowers fall, helpless against fate. I was the foremost contributor to the fall of Shang, the teacher of the First Emperor, a guest of Emperor Wu of Han, a friend of the Crouching Dragon. I witnessed the elegance of Wei and Jin, I beheld the grandeur of the High Tang. I heard the many graces of the Two Song dynasties, I sighed that Yongle was not truly Yongle. The totem raised by the Wei River is me, and the symbol of the Heaven-ordained Son will also be me! What? You ask who I am? My name is Qing Nu—Shaodian Qing Nu. Just a snake who longs to become a dragon.
On Awakening Day, Lin Yuan tested as an F-rank Lightning-type ability user. The whole crowd burst into laughter. “F-rank lightning? Just a walking light bulb!” “Grew up in an orphanage—what talent could he possibly have?” When Lin Yuan went to find Su Zhen—his father’s sworn brother—to reclaim the relic his parents entrusted to him before their death, Su Zhen openly went back on his word and even set a ten-day challenge, intending to publicly humiliate him. Lin Yuan remained expressionless and turned to leave. “Since your Su family wants to humiliate me in public… to step on me, Lin Yuan of the Lin family, to rise higher…” “Then let’s see—in ten days, who humiliates whom!” What no one knew… was that a second ability slumbered within him— S-rank: Space-Time. Bound to the [God-Level Ability System], he can gain infinite stat points by hunting monsters! F-rank lightning too weak? Kill! Add points—F to E, E to D—climbing all the way to the Thunder God! Got space-time powers too? Kill! Kill! Kill! Break through realms—bend time and space to his will! Geniuses from major factions: “666… that’s insane! Lin Yuan isn’t even pretending anymore!” From the underground demon caverns comes a wail: “The moment I heard Lin Yuan’s stomach growl, I knew the sky was about to collapse!”
Transmigrating into another world, Li Dalun becomes a borderland dungeon? Countless intruders, coveting the dungeon’s riches, swarm toward this border dungeon. Dungeon too weak? Terrifying monsters are created without end. Dungeon too small? New floors are opened again and again. The dungeon has only one purpose: to stop every invader—and turn them into nourishment. The adventurers stepping inside right now don’t realize that a legendary dungeon—packed with treasure and riddled with peril—is being born beneath their feet. But today, the adventurers are confident. “Let’s party up and take down the boss—this time, we’ll definitely clear it!”
“Senior Brother, why has your cultivation improved so quickly? Do you have some kind of secret?” “You should talk more with your cultivation technique and raise its affection level. Occasionally give your technique some gifts, then have special interactions with it during certain festivals. Finally, during the mysterious inner event of the technique, confess your feelings to it! Once the technique agrees to be with you and shows you its special CG, your cultivation technique will be perfected.” “…?”
“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..."
A veteran player, the sole server-wide Arcane Emperor of the full-dive VRMMO Divine Realm Era, the legendary Grand Archmage — Leo — at the very last moment before the game shut down, not only failed to log out, but was instead summoned into another world. Wait. Where the hell did I get dropped into? Crashing down like a meteor, Leo discovered that before the magic circle kneeling in a duck-sit posture was a silver-haired, red-eyed, twin-tailed beautiful girl. “In the name of Lucrezia Sylvania, the final bloodline of the Sylvania Kingdom, I summon you!” “My servant! Descend here and pass judgment! With your power, completely annihilate these lowly trash fish!” Leo looked at the murderous pursuers surrounding him, then at the three Command Seals on the back of his hand, and finally at the master, Lucrezia, standing before him — and slowly typed out a question mark. “Did I seriously just turn into a contracted beast!?”
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.”