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Ren Yi woke up one day to find himself transmigrated into a "mundane" world with absurdly good social welfare. Under the protection of "The Alliance," everyone lived free of worry, their futures bright. He thought he and his one and only family across two lifetimes — his autistic older brother — would simply live out their days in peace. Then a single "Professional Allocation Test" blew his entire worldview to pieces. His brother told him: there are no real "humans" in the Alliance. Everyone, including the two of them, was an Anomaly wearing human skin. But that's okay. It's still a good world. It just so happens that The Alliance's full name is the "Pan-Galactic Anomaly Alliance." It just so happens that the job you're assigned upon graduation is becoming an Instance boss. It just so happens that the way we protect our world is by becoming the most terrifying legend across countless realms. That's all.

(Strong Female Lead + No Romance + Power Fantasy + Apocalypse Survival) Cheng Shuili dropped dead after working 72 hours straight overtime. When she came back to life, she unexpectedly found herself transported into a highway survival game world. Right at the start, she draws an SSS-tier talent: [Bug Physique]—allowing her to exploit system loopholes for her own benefit. A supply crate spawns a monster? She turns around and scores the server’s first kill! The crate doesn’t disappear after being opened? Infinite farming unlocked! While others are gnawing on compressed biscuits, she’s enjoying self-heating hot pot. While others tremble in fear hiding from monsters, she chases them down with a metal pipe and beats them senseless. While everyone else is still struggling to survive, Cheng Shuili is already speeding down the highway in a shopping cart blaring a hypnotic ad: “Everything Half Price!” “Honestly, this crappy game is way more fun than fixing code—whoever wants to go back to overtime can go ahead!”

“What did you just ask me?” “Cultivation is very difficult—are you afraid?” “The line before that.” “Do you want to cultivate?” Xu Xian paused briefly, then said, “Cultivation is fine—but enduring hardship is not!”

At the Sect Assembly, I casually pulled an ancient zither from my robe. The entire venue fell silent. Eldest Senior Brother asked in a trembling voice, "Is that... the Phoenix-Perch Zither that has been missing for a hundred years?" Remaining unfazed, I casually took a hairpin from my hair. Eldest Senior Sister screamed, "That's the divine artifact, the Qingwu Hairpin!" Later, the entire cultivation world was abuzz with rumors that Lin Zhiyue possessed a portable abode filled with countless ancient spiritual tools and even divine artifacts. Only Lin Zhiyue knew that these outfits were just fashions provided by her system. Today she wanted to wear Mist-shrouded Verdure; tomorrow, she would wear Flowing Fire and Scarlet Stars. As for the day after— The damn system suddenly popped up a window: [The limited-time card pool "Mystical Lady of the Nine Heavens" is now open! Collect the full set to unlock flying special effects. Don't miss out!] I looked at the 48 pieces in the pool, along with the facial makeup and hairstyles that required spending money, and fell into deep thought.

Programmer Bai Qingxue suddenly died from overwork, then transmigrated into a novel as its aloof female villain. Good news: her talent was maxed out, and her beauty was unrivaled. Bad news: she was currently being dumped. And yet, the plot after that seemed to go a little off-script. Why was the tsundere junior sister who was supposed to cling to the male lead always sneaking over to the cold pond where Bai Qingxue trained, blushing as she muttered, “Senior Sister looks so good when she’s cold as ice...”? Why was the sect’s holy maiden, who was supposed to weather hardships alongside the male lead, knocking on Bai Qingxue’s door late at night with a sacred healing medicine, her gaze complicated as she whispered, “Junior Sister Bai, your path should not be confined to this place.” Even the demonic enchantress who was supposed to turn evil later in the original story had now appeared early, wrapping Bai Qingxue’s wrist with a binding immortal rope and breathing softly by her ear. “An aloof fairy? I want to see what lies beneath that layer of ice.” Bai Qingxue looked at the “heroines” and “female villains” before her, all gradually drifting further from the original plot and growing stranger by the day, and fell into deep thought.

There are seven Witches on the Red Moon Continent. The First Witch cursed the night. Since then, no one has dared wait alone until dawn. The Second Witch cursed language. Since then, speaking one’s true feelings has become the greatest luxury in the world. The Third Witch cursed memory. Since then, whenever heavy snow falls, people forget who they are. The Fourth Witch cursed appearance. Since then, even those closest to each other may not see each other’s true face. The Fifth Witch cursed desire. Since then, the more one possesses, the hungrier one becomes. The Sixth Witch cursed flaws. Since then, imperfection has become more terrifying than death. The Seventh Witch cursed fate. Since then, everyone’s life has been written in advance. The world fears them, worships them, and calls them calamities, divine punishment, and unstoppable natural disasters. But no one knows that the birth of the Seven Witches was simply because one player grinded achievements a little too hard. He had been a saint, a mentor, a savior. He had also been someone’s elder brother, someone’s confidant, someone’s one and only. It was just that at the end of every relationship, he faked his death and ran. Five hundred years later, Hiso returned. Only this time, the former min-maxing player had become Sophie: a silver-haired, red-eyed vampire girl with trash-tier stats in all five attributes and maxed-out Charisma. Sophie: “Is there, perhaps, a possibility that Hiso is already dead?” The Witches: “That’s all right.” “We’ll piece you back together.”

The moment Jiang Lu opened her eyes, she discovered she had shrunk! You have to understand—she had been lucky enough to land a dream job with weekends off, no overtime, full social benefits, and a net monthly pay of seven thousand yuan. The single time she finally worked overtime, she actually transmigrated! Boo-hoo... Her perfect retirement job! A cheat? Nope! A system? Also no? Huh... wait a minute. The mole on her hand was actually a portable dimensional space, and she had even developed an insanely sharp sixth sense. Now that was a fantastic bargain! Still, she always felt this cultivation world was a bit bizarre. They were supposed to be pursuing immortality, so why were all these top prodigies obsessed with falling in love? One day, a fragile Little Junior Sister frames the Eldest Senior Sister; the next day, a green-tea Little Junior Sister romances her Master; and the day after that, some young senior brother shouts "Thirty years East, thirty years West, don't look down on a youth for being poor!" while building a massive harem. Turns out the cultivation world was totally unhinged! Well, crazy as it was, none of it had anything to do with her—if anything, it only worked to her advantage. Relying on her powerful sixth sense, she thrived effortlessly in the cultivation world. Yet as she coasted along, how on earth did she end up becoming an all-around powerhouse? She even became the only person to achieve ascension in ten thousand years!

Reborn, I cannot keep walking step by step toward death and corruption! This is an age of steam and magic. Spellcasters, hunters, bloodfiends—who am I? A traveler, a demon hunter, an apprentice, a seeker of knowledge, a sailor… a calamity. This is an age where miracles are born; this is an age where hope is shattered. The bloodfiends’ great sword hangs above the heads of the people, and the colossal serpent of the mortal world slowly awakens. Destruction, curses, depravity… I must survive. This is the worst of times—this is a legend of miracles.

After spending a full year on it, Ning Busan finally cleared the game Xenos Invasion, achieving the perfect "save the world" ending! The moment he beat the game, Ning Busan found himself transmigrated ten thousand years into the future — the Xenos have returned, and the continent of Lantiya teeters on the edge of ruin! The good news: he has seven maxed-out accounts! The bad news: he racked up too much bad karma on them to dare use any! All Ning Busan wants is to become a mage and find a way home. Little does he know, the wheels of fate are already turning — he is destined to become the world's savior once again...

Nan Zhi accidentally discovered that items she obtained in the game could actually be taken out into reality. 【You obtained “Blood Supplementing Pill” ×1】 【You obtained “Hemostatic Grass” ×1】 【You obtained “Treasure-Seeking Mouse (Purple Quality)” ×1】 【You obtained “Gold Ingot” ×1】 【You obtained “Yin Niangzi Brand Stinky Tofu” ×1】 … As her cultivation improved in the game world, she could also use spells in reality. In the game world, spiritual energy is depleted, demons run rampant, and gods and Buddhas have turned a blind eye. In the real world, spiritual energy is resurging, ghosts and spirits are multiplying, and cultivators are exceedingly rare. Nan Zhi: Ah, I have a good idea. In the game world, Golden Core masters are everywhere. She’s just a small Qi Refinement stage demon suppressor officer—so if she can stay low, she will. But in the real world, where spiritual resurgence has only just begun, let alone Qi Refinement, there are barely any who have even stepped onto the path. In the game, you call me a demon suppressor—I just laugh it off. But outside the game… You’d better address me as the only true immortal of this era.

Lin Miao has a strange terrarium. He kept a bunch of bugs in the tank, originally planning to make some satisfying stress-relief videos to earn some quick cash. "Let the war begin! Let the galaxy burn!" "???" Looking at the sudden pop-up, Lin Miao was left completely bewildered. ... Terra continent, Year 666, the Swarm successfully conquered the plane.

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.

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.

"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..."