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“Vampires obviously can’t wield the Holy Sword. Therefore, this proves I am not a vampire.” The vampire princess holding the Holy Sword said this with a serious expression. After running away from home due to pressure from her childhood-friend Demon King and her original family, the vampire princess Lonya took on the alias Esper and decided to live as a human. Working part-time, earning money, performing backflips… Oh, she never actually did the last one. Her life was going pretty smoothly, until she pulled out the Holy Sword. When the Pope benevolently announced that she would be sent to defeat the Demon King, she finally understood that her life might truly be over. “Well, since I’m already here, I may as well try my best to survive.” This is the counterattack story of a laid-back vampire princess struggling to survive under the control of the black-hearted Church, while also trying to rescue her beloved Demon King. “…But why is the Saintess clinging to me too?”

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.

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.”

United Federation of Humans and Demihumans, a world of wine and neon. Bai Xiaodu unexpectedly transmigrated — only to become a very cute silver-furred fox. But life isn't easy. Little Bai sighs. Transcendents master their Pathways, conquering the nine heavens and ten realms of the starry void, while mere mortals can only look up in awe, struggling to survive amid hardship. Fortunately, Bai Xiaodu obtained a Galgame Affection System! All he has to do is bind a target, court them to raise Affection, and he'll receive all sorts of generous rewards. Techniques, talents, skills, items… everything's on the table! Bai Xiaodu's eyes light up. Bai Xiaodu cracks his knuckles, ready to go. Bai Xiaodu can hardly wait. However... "What do you mean this Galgame Affection System can only bind onee-sans?!" "System, have you lost your mind? You want me to go chase after mature women with THIS face?!"

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!

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?

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.”