The universe is upside down, and all laws are out of order.

Man has taken away the essence of heaven, and heaven has abandoned man.

The way to immortality is vague, and eternal life is empty. I have created my own way and found eternal life in the abyss.

I, a lich, just want to open a shop selling figurines and live a peaceful afterlife. But customers always have strange requests, coming to me to customize outrageous things - "You want a group of skeleton soldiers who can use holy light, am I right?" The bishop nodded.

Dear Father Moran Anderson: Congratulations! Although you never smoked, you have been fortunate enough to be diagnosed with lung cancer at an age when your soul is still fresh. Unfortunately, your business of raising "Children of Hell" is not yet complete, and this Duke has been forced to invoke the "delayed death" clause. After all, these slippery little creatures are far less cuddly than they appear. Please ensure that they are regularly fed with delicious souls, whether human, demonic, or angelic. Don't forget to abide by the "Heaven-Hell Truce" and the "Exorcist Association Management Act." You wouldn't want Michael, Gabriel, and the others to know about our transaction, would you? If you have any further questions, you can consult this Duke directly in Hell. I look forward to the day when I can personally harvest your soul. ———Lucifer, the Arrogant Duke, you are trustworthy...

During the chaotic times of the Immortal Dynasty, numerous sects arose. Cui Hu, a time traveler, was sold into the Paper Man Sect by his clan. He began his daily routine of felling trees, peeling bark, and making and cutting paper figures. Then, unexpectedly, his gift awakened. Not only did he achieve immortality, but he could also simply read a technique and enter the realm of cultivation. With diligent practice, he advanced, with no bottlenecks to overcome. After becoming a "Paper Man Evil Cultivator," Cui Hu could no longer stop, forcing himself step by step on his path to becoming a master of the Demonic Sect.

"An alchemist who can't cook doesn't make a good cult leader."

Traveling through another world with the [Forge of Destiny], Horn discovered that this world was even crazier than he had imagined.

The high sun has been split, the gods who judged history have gone away, monsters breed in the shadows, and malice comes from beyond the world.

Esotericism, Apprentice, Strange Objects, Dream World, Secret History, Worms, Si Chen.

Eight principles, seven marks, invisible secrets, great knowledge, the path to ascension.

At first, Horn just wanted to save his life, until -

You burned [forbidden knowledge] and gained [multifaceted teachings]

You transformed the [Flesh and Blood Altar] and obtained the [Biological Energy Engine]

[You cooked [Piercing Toxin] and gained [Poison Immunity]]

You rebuilt the [Abandoned Castle],...

Transmigrating to the 19th century, Lin Jie embarks on a desperate quest for survival aboard a coolie ship. Lin Jie's only recourse is his modern-day knowledge and the "Echoing Touch," which reveals fragments of the past when he touches old objects. In this low-magic world, where magic comes at a price and power stems from knowledge, he uses his mortal body to hunt anomalous creatures, transforming them into unique "grotesque weapons." From a humble individual struggling on the fringes of order, he rises step by step to the pinnacle of the Hunter Rankings. Welcome to 1888, a time when SAN is as precious as bullets.

Family flow, mortal flow, has a very ordinary golden finger

Xu Zhiyu traveled to a world of immortal cultivation along with a talisman. His parents were both cultivators, and he had a grandfather in the foundation-building stage. He originally wanted to just lay down and become a third-generation cultivator, but later realized that this was just a dream. Every family has its own problems!

With monsters and beasts surging outside and powerful forces oppressing the family inside, the family is in a worrying situation!

If he wants to survive in this world of cultivation, he has to rely on himself!

It's a lighthearted, story-driven series with fewer fighting scenes, and a focus on warmth and a touch of humor!

Welcome to Ataria, the kingdom above the clouds.

Let's open the door, pick up our walking sticks, and start our adventure from here——

Through the hills of cloud and sea, like floating grass, the shallow river sparkles;

The fields flow with gold and honey, full of laughter, and under the low house of Rodale, melodious songs are heard.

Through the ancient forest of Egonn, where branches grow thick and whisper in the darkness;

Across the steep ridges and towering mountains, dark shadows lurked in the underground world, dangers lurked everywhere, and the sword refracted its light.

A story about a boy chasing his dream. Above the sky and clouds, the shadow of a giant dragon soars with wings spread.

And after the time has passed, the fire is still bright.

What was it like to be a small county official in ancient times?

Fictional/farming/infrastructure/no CP

Meng Changqing traveled through ancient times and dressed as a man since she was a child to protect her family property.

Because she beat the prince and offended the concubines, she was exiled to the northernmost place to be a small official.

The emperor felt so guilty that he could not sleep because of the punishment he had to do.

Meng Changqing was so happy that he packed up his things overnight and left Beijing before dawn.

That's great, it's so great! After being a grandson in Kyoto for thirteen years, I was finally liberated!

From now on, Meng Changqing is free!

She is going to Beishan County to be a local emperor!

But the moment the carriage entered the county, she was dumbfounded.

What's the situation?

Is this a county town or a gathering place for refugees?

The people were so hungry that they ate soil and most of them froze to death.

She had no choice but to put aside the idea of ​​being a local emperor and collect things for the people under her rule bit by bit.

Lead them to grow sweet potatoes, teach them to build earthen kangs, and slowly pull them to the line of food and clothing.

My name is Xiangzi, the Xiangzi who pulls a rickshaw.

...

The Great Shun Dynasty collapsed, and the whole country rejoiced. Inside the city, all was peaceful; outside the city, refugees swarmed like ants.

A half-moon hangs eternally in the sky, and countless steam-powered airships drift by.

On the ground, ancient families, spanning thousands of years, coldly watched as warlords fought to the death over those colorful ores.

At this moment, Xiangzi, who was supposed to be executed, suddenly woke up after his death and even had a panel that could awaken a profession.

[Congratulations, host, you have awakened the profession of coachman.]

[Congratulations, host, you have awakened the Martial Arts profession]

[Congratulations, host, you have awakened the cultivator profession]

......

At first, I was a third-class rickshaw puller, and they called me Xiangzi.

Later, everyone in Beijing had to call me "Master Xiang".