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They all say that I am calamity itself. My name is Zhao Jin. My favorite pastime is digging forgotten tales of horror out of history's dustbin... and bringing them back to life. A world without the supernatural? Then I'll create it with my own hands. When the first monster emerged, the world mistook it for a natural disaster. When the second descended, panic began to spread. By the time the seventh and eighth swept across the globe, humanity finally realized that behind every catastrophe stood the same name. They fear me. They hate me. They want to destroy me. But what they don't know is that these so-called monsters are nothing more than my casual creations. And my greatest masterpiece... ...has yet to make its debut.

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."

“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!”

A star falls from the heavens, and a man with no memories awakens in its crater. Given the name Midir, the silver-haired stranger knows nothing of his past, his origins, or why the elements obey him like loyal servants. But when monsters long absent from the world begin appearing after his arrival, and a demon’s attack awakens terrifying fragments of forgotten power within him, one question becomes impossible to ignore: Did he come to save the world… or did the world’s calamity come with him? As he journeys across the Ryan Continent in search of his lost identity, Midir gathers unlikely companions, draws the attention of nobles and guilds, and follows visions pointing toward ancient secrets buried at Crown Peak and beneath the Tree of Life. But every clue brings him closer to a past tied to forgotten wars, vanished gods, and a woman sealed beyond memory itself. To reclaim who he was, he must uncover the truth behind the meteor. Even if that truth reveals he was never human at all.

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."

After becoming the Saintess in the R-18 game, The Holy Maiden’s Tragic Ruin, in order to avoid the original tragic fate and carve out a happy ending that never existed in the story, the silver-haired, red-eyed girl raises her banner high. “I, Luo Li Saint Sariel, will never yield!”

[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?”

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.

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.

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!?”