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After attending the celebration party for his team, game text planner Lin Qingliu unexpectedly found himself in another world: Meteorite? What meteorite? …

On the one hundred tenth day in the new world, laying eggs… On the one hundred eleventh day, laying eggs… Ah, I have to eat raw meat again tod…

Bai Lian, the eldest martial sister of the Qiongming peak of the Duxian sect, is as pure as jade. and unparalleled in beauty. She is known as a Natural Sa…

Forged in a primeval crucible, shaped by forbidden smithing techniques, and imbued with the essence of his soul—a mythic weapon came into being. Once celebrated as Earth’s youngest prodigy in weapon forging, his life met a violent end… only for him to open his eyes in a world ruled not by machines or intellect, but by pure, unrelenting martial might. In his possession? The Nine Yang Furnace—an ancient relic pulsing with power—and a long-lost manuscript containing the knowledge to craft divine-tier armaments. With each battle fought and each blade forged, his name rose like wildfire through countless sects and majestic cities where power determined worth. He shattered limits, overturned the rules of cultivation, and left legends in his wake. No longer merely a blacksmith—he became a force of nature. A tempest of steel and flame, destined to reshape the heavens themselves.

Once a legendary Conferred Martial Emperor, Gu Feiyang met his demise in the depths of the Tiandang Mountains. Yet, fate was not finished with him. Fifteen years later, he was reborn as Li Yunxiao in the State of Tianshui, stepping onto an unstoppable path of defiance against the era’s most formidable prodigies. From the nine tiers of Martial Arts to the Divine Realms spanning ten directions, his resurgence sent tremors through the world. The balance of power shattered, and an age of upheaval began!

“Old Tang, you unlocked speed-based Genetic Base Points. But what’s their exact specialization?” At this question, Tang Ting’s expression turned gloomy. “…Hand speed.” He hesitated before adding, “Only in my right hand.” Xu Tui froze for a moment. Hand speed. Right hand. That combination… Didn’t their instructor say that the most frequently used body parts had a higher chance of unlocking Base Points? “Old Tang, exactly how have you been using your hands?” Cheng Mo, the resident foodie, sighed while munching on a snack. “If that logic holds, then did I awaken Base Points in my stomach just because I’ve been eating non-stop for 18 years?” Xu Tui absentmindedly rubbed his temples. “Then does that mean I unlocked mine in my brain just from thinking too much?”

Reborn into a world of cultivation, Han Muye possessed unparalleled comprehension abilities. He found himself in a prestigious sword sect, not as a warrior, but as the caretaker of the Sword Pavilion, a sacred hall housing over 100,000 legendary blades. His duty? To maintain and clean them all. But with every sword he touched, he absorbed fragments of their former wielders’ mastery. When he polished the Qinghe Sword, a wisp of Sword Qi flowed into him. From the Ziyan Sword, he grasped the ferocious Burning Plain Sword Art and its fiery essence. The Shanyue Sword revealed to him the Mountain Sword Technique, left behind by the great Master Boulder. Decades passed. Sixty years within the Pavilion refined Han Muye’s swordsmanship to unfathomable levels. A young disciple once sought a weapon and left with newfound wisdom. A demonic clan’s sacred maiden tried to steal a blade but departed in silent awe. A wandering swordsman came to challenge Han Muye—only to leave with his sword shattered and his mind enlightened. Then came the celestial invasion. Gods descended upon the mortal world. The disciple had risen to a peerless Sword Deity, standing as the world’s shield. The sacred maiden, now the Demonic Clan Leader, rallied her forces against the divine. The defeated swordsman had honed his skills, his Sword Qi piercing the heavens. As celestial forces loomed overhead, Han Muye finally stepped out of the Sword Pavilion. Behind him, 100,000 swords resonated, their wills bending to his command. His Sword Qi surged across 30,000 miles, shattering the boundary between realms. With an unwavering gaze, he declared: “I am Han Muye. If the gods wish to tread upon this land, let them first face my blade.”

Since childhood, Liu Ming has endured life on a brutal island prison known as Savage Island—a place where inmates roam freely without any form of supervision or control. One day, a series of unexplained events cause the island to sink into the sea, leaving only a few survivors behind. But rather than finding safety, these survivors soon become targets of a relentless government pursuit. Meanwhile, in a distant region, two cultivators find themselves in a state of panic after the unexpected death of the young master they were meant to guard. To their shock, the deceased bore an uncanny resemblance to Liu Ming. What fate awaits Liu Ming now, as paths begin to intertwine and secrets unravel?

Once a devout and fearless holy knight, Carmen met his end on the battlefield—felled by the very creature he swore to destroy: a vampire. He faced death with unwavering conviction… until fate played its cruel joke. Instead of peace in the afterlife, Carmen awoke once more—trapped in the rotting body of an undead slave toiling deep within the mines of a so-called “civilized” kingdom. The catch? His new shell was not just a zombie—but the petite frame of a young girl. Refusing to accept such humiliation, the once-noble knight vows to break free, reclaim his lost honor, and unravel the mystery behind his resurrection. Yet, the path ahead is riddled with absurdity and unexpected sweetness: from being teased by an infuriatingly smug vampire girl, to strange affections blooming between the most unlikely of companions. It’s a tale of undead rebellion, vampire antics, harem chaos, and surprisingly wholesome yuri romance—all underpinned by a real, unfolding plot beneath the fluff.

Once hailed as the Medicine God — and scorned just as deeply — Yan Mo found himself exiled to a brutal, uncivilized world after angering the heavens. Awakening in a strange land, he barely had time to process his surroundings before being knocked out cold and dragged off like livestock… to be winter rations. He had landed among a hyper-primitive, survival-obsessed tribe that lived by a singular creed: strength determines worth — in war and in bed. When Yan Mo tried to introduce healing techniques and Chinese medicine, they accused him of sabotaging their warriors. The sentence? Execution. He spoke of agriculture, animal husbandry, and building sustainable food supplies. They heard weakness and slavery. The response? Kill him. He tried to teach hygiene, how to sew, and cook better meals. The tribe saw a threat to their women’s loyalty. The verdict? Eliminate him. He claimed to be a messenger from the gods sent to lead them toward progress. The chieftain smirked. “Good. You have one day to conquer our enemies and bring them back as our slaves. Fail, and you die.” Yan Mo: “…Why didn’t I just stay dead?”

Mo Ran thought becoming Chu Wanning’s disciple was a mistake. His shizun was really too much like a cat while he himself was a dumb pup who’d only slobber and wag his tail. Dogs and cats were different by nature; originally, the dumb pup didn’t want to reach his furry paws out to that cat. At first he thought, dogs should be with dogs, like his shixiong, beautiful and tame like a cute Japanese Spitz, and the two of them together would surely be a match made in heaven. Yet, after having died and reborn, after having lived two lives, the one he hauled back each time to his den in the end was always the one he couldn’t stand at first: that snow-white kitty shizun.

I come from a respected sect that never mocked my lack of talent, never pressured me to train, and even arranged an engagement for me in my youth. My betrothed? A fiery-tempered, well-known beauty—fierce, loyal, and utterly devoted to me. As I set foot onto the chaotic stage of the Jianghu, I leaned on her strength, hiding behind her prowess. Soon, I was known far and wide as the most dashing gentleman of the Immortal World. But then… I found out a devastating truth. That beautiful, fearsome “young miss” I relied on? Was actually a man. A man in disguise! Even worse—he somehow believed that I was a girl pretending to be a man! My voice shook with grief: “Brother, where is my fiancée?!” He looked just as wounded, clutching his chest: “Brother, what did you do to my betrothed?!” Jianghu truly is a turbulent place. The river runs deep and dark. Even if I collapse from hunger, even if I wither away in some forgotten valley… I swear I will never again touch food he prepares. …Yet why does it smell so good?

Yuichi Shimamura thought he was a time-traveler. Although the situation is very complicated, he really is. Yuichi Shimamura thought his situation was too bad to be cured. The situation was as complicated as before, but he was actually very good. But when he thought it was all fake, everyone lined up to give him a knock on the head one by one. So he wiped away his tears, pushed away the obstacles, left the pestering shadows behind, held the hands of others, and walked along the light left by others.

Liang Sheng found himself in a parallel world, gifted with a peculiar talent—”Dull Cultivator.” This trait granted him unwavering focus, an indomitable will, and an excruciatingly slow cultivation speed. While others soared through breakthroughs, his progress crept forward at an agonizing pace. Yet, unlike them, he faced no bottlenecks. For years, he endured this slow path until, after reaching the ninth level of Profound Eternity, he finally ascended to the tenth—and his lifespan extended by twenty years. At that moment, enlightenment struck. His cultivation had no limits. He could push every technique to its absolute peak. One path to longevity? Not enough. He would master ten. Still not satisfied? He would cultivate twenty. No matter how long it took, his sole ambition remained—eternal life!