Awakening to a new life, Ye Chuanxin regains his memories. He discovers he's been reincarnated into the world of Detective Conan. And it's a patchwork of Conan-esque worlds. His system is from Assassin's Creed. The artifact of the Assassin Master is from Cat's Eye. Wait, if there's Cat's Eye, then there must be Lupin III, right? Actually, there's more. Checking international news, John Wick from Continental Hotel is on Interpol's Red Notice. On the streets of Tokyo, Han from Fast & Furious is helping the Yamaguchi-gumi transport special goods in Shinjuku. In the US, Ethan Hunt of the CIA's IMF team is recruited to investigate an organization called the Knights Templar that sells nuclear waste in Saudi Arabia. In the UK, Kingsmen agents are investigating the Thousand-Faced Witch...

Zhang Zhuoqing, reborn as a lower-ranking person, was picked up by the old Celestial Master and taken back to Longhu Mountain, becoming the youngest and most trusted disciple there. While the old Master was guiding him through Qi cultivation, he activated a weapon refining system, allowing him to earn rewards by refining more weapons. From this point on, Longhu Mountain underwent a dramatic transformation, along with the arrival of a strange weapon refiner.

Old Heavenly Master: Zhuoqing, take your time when refining your weapon. Longhu Mountain can’t forbid it from being made...

Zhang Lingyu: Junior brother, you said this is a "smashing firecracker", why is it more powerful than my palm thunder?

Zhang Chulan: Um... Junior Master, do you have any powerful, specially crafted life-saving magic weapons? Could you give me a few?

Quan Xing: This is so scary! How come there are so many weird things on Longhu Mountain!

Zhang Zhuoqing: Products from Longhu Mountain are guaranteed to be top quality! Once shipped, no returns are accepted. Warm reminder: If the refining effect does not meet your expectations, please refer to the actual product.

Chen Mo has a secret: in his eyes, everything he wants to do is a quantifiable progress bar. Officials say: He is the nemesis of high-risk anomalies. The villains say: He demolished our base and stole the anomalies we contained. Chen Mo said: I was just forced by obsessive-compulsive disorder to push the progress to 100%. The so-called salvation is to reset the progress bar of despair in people's hearts to zero. - Chen Mo

Unconventional Synopsis: A bankruptcy decree from the capital, a team of lame old horses and a beat-up cart, plus pockets full of counterfeit gold coins—that's all the legendary merchant Lynn possessed! "I should have become the richest man on this continent by trading fake elven medicine and counterfeit dwarven armor!" Serious Synopsis: Trading souls, nurturing curses, analyzing calamities, and mending divinity. Ascending to the pinnacle of demonic power through the path of commerce! Lynn hastily descended upon this world, embarking on the path of commerce. Curses, souls, laws, calamities, divinity—everything will become merchandise on Lynn's shelves. Countless years later, in this world where magic and truth, duty and destiny intertwine, Lynn has become the strongest. When the path of commerce reaches its zenith, Lynn's name as a demonic god has been sung in every corner of the dimensions along with epic tales. When...

[Behind the Scenes + Curiosity + Not a Mother Teresa + Pseudo-ensemble Cast]

Execution in thirty days? No, that's the countdown for the nobles.

Geneticist Mo Chen was thrown into the Black Gate Prison, where he activated the [Gene Domination System] on his very first day.

Devouring, stitching together, evolving—every second is pushing the boundaries of what constitutes "humanity."

He first upgraded the prison boss to a "human centipede king," and then transformed the entire prison into a private breeding shed.

The family that framed him in the past has begun receiving "live deliveries":

The eldest son is missing, the collateral branches are fragmented like a jigsaw puzzle, and the ancestor's coffin has been gnawed down to just the genetic code.

The Imperial Inquisition deployed a massive force of steel, but before they could even touch the enemy's DNA, they were swallowed up by a tsunami of flesh and blood and turned into "battle-damaged specimens."

The nobleman's private chamber was dimly lit, and he was still mocking the "cage rat."

The next second, the third young master, with a human face and a rat's body, climbed onto the long table and smiled sweetly:

"Dad, I'm here to inherit the estate."

—Don't blink, the zombie brother just recognized his relatives, and you're next.

(In the abyss of darkness, no fallen leaf is innocent; humanity is twisted into beasts tearing each other apart. Kindness has long since become relics on the altar, while only evil thrives in the cycle—not because they reject the light, but because the first believers of the light have already turned to dust. Worldview)

(dark, no system, the protagonist is the author's ideal self, multiple female leads, not for those who dislike this) Ten thousand years ago, the so-called Orthodox Path planted a single Dharma Tree and reversed the spiritual veins, violently remade its foundations. From then on, the world was cleaved into two realms:

The Land of Flourishing Dharma: Where flowers bloom daily, fruits ripen constantly, and golden jade forms its pavilions.

The Land of Ending Dharma:Where the rites of the state turn ominous, disasters run rampant, and you are now the honored one.

The Unorthodox Cultivators cultivated... wandered... , , , , the Seven Dharma Gates... among them the Seventh Yellow Group, seeking beauty and joy, overseeing governance and decline, either at the factories of Duzheng Peak or before the Hand of Empress Yuehai, yet they guarded upon the ground.

This world is strange; there are many kings, countless princes, and many, many princesses.

Fairy tales are indeed beautiful, but often it feels like the princes and princesses are all a bit crazy—they fall in love after just one kiss, or click at first sight.

Wait a minute, she's underage. Let's not even talk about the prince, but this princess is underage!

It seems like many of these stories involve marriage before love blossoms, but that's okay; fairy tales are like that—love at first sight is normal.

What else does it mean to say, "I want to play the role of a child, a knight in a fairy tale"?

Aren't they all fairy tales? What's the difference? There shouldn't be any difference, right?

The soldier obtained the tinderbox and the gold coins, and asked the witch to tell him how to use the tinderbox and why he had taken it.

According to the version, the witch didn't tell the soldiers, and then she was killed by them.

The second witch tried to strike first, but the soldier noticed and chopped her down with a single blow.

As a knight, how should you help them in this situation? Uh, help my ass! Both of them are insane!

What's even more ridiculous is that he seems to be right about both of them!

The witch used the soldier to obtain the tinderbox. After the soldier inquired about the tinderbox's use without receiving any information, he killed the witch to protect himself.

Otherwise, if the witch got her hands on the tinderbox, she might use the three dogs inside to attack the soldiers.

But the soldiers took the gold coins, the tinderbox, and killed the witch—they took everything they could.

You want me to manage myself? How am I supposed to manage that? I'm still a knight among children!

There are many similar stories. I feel that they both have a point, but if I were to act as the middleman, I feel that they are both crazy.

Is it the body that determines consciousness, or the soul? Aden could clearly "feel" every contraction of his muscle fibers, every friction of his scales against the air and the ground, the heart's heavy, powerful throbbing like a furnace. This body was so real, so... "noisy," constantly announcing its existence and needs to his consciousness. ............When Aden slew the Dragon King-level boss, the Ash King, in the game "Astral Realm," his game interface automatically popped up. In the most prominent position of the status bar, a skull icon, unprecedented in appearance, emanating an ominous dark red glow, stood out. Beneath it was a line of text, also in dark red: [Status] Name: Aden (Ash Curser) Form: Red Dragon Status: [Curse of the Ash King] (Eternal Solidification) - Form...

[Dungeon Advent + Rebellion + DND + Decisive Killing + Slow Pace + Non-Brainless Coolness] In the Dungeon Age, should the Paladin be the lawful, holy light, good guy?

Lingkong accidentally maxed out his Rebellion skills: Purification turned into Silence, and Shield became an offensive buff. The priest was stunned when he saw it: "Are you a Paladin?"

His actions caused the adventurers to collectively break down:

"Where is the fairness, where is the oath?!" "Is the sacred declaration just a disclaimer for you?!"

"I have to go back and check the family tree to see if he is the assassin or I am the assassin."

When the virtual beta instantly turns into a real time travel, watch the Rebel Paladin tear down the "stereotype" - does the Paladin have to be fair? Sorry, even his sneak attacks have to be combined with invisibility.