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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.

She transmigrated and became a green snake. Su Qing had no intention of transforming into a dragon. She knew the status dragons held in mythology — always getting the short end of the stick. Monkeys dared to bully them, Nezha dared to bully them, and dragon liver and phoenix marrow were considered delicacies. So all she wanted was to become a powerful demon, live as a “Willow Immortal", protect a small region of people, and enjoy a quiet life. Fortunately, she managed to achieve all of that. But a thousand years later, a young girl named Xuanzang smashed her mountain gate with a single punch and asked if she wanted to go fetch scriptures. Then came some guy with a serious case of chuunibyou syndrome, constantly shouting “Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon” and bothering them every day. Sigh. Why is it so hard to just live a peaceful life?

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."

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.

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?

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.”