I've been the sun for billions of years, and I'm tired of living.

Until I collapsed into a black hole, and when I opened my eyes, I had become an infant in the world of cultivation.

They tested my spiritual root, but the spirit stones didn't react at all. I felt like something was missing from my body, and then... my spiritual root grew on its own.

They taught me magic, and I learned it in one glance, even optimizing it a bit.

They said I was too bloodthirsty, and I said, "Gentlemen, please die here."

I originally wanted to be an ordinary cultivator, but everything seems a bit off.

Yi Feng transmigrated to a cultivation world, but unfortunately, he could only be a mortal. Helpless, he could only run a small martial arts school to make a living, occasionally practicing blacksmithing, living the life of a "Grandmaster." Until one day, the small martial arts school became lively. Several old men with ethereal airs argued heatedly over a kitchen knife in Yi Feng's kitchen… A middle-aged man who had traversed the void hid in the clouds every day to secretly watch Yi Feng practice his fist techniques… A stunningly beautiful saintess even volunteered to be his maid… "I wonder when I will reach this state of returning to simplicity!" "Yes! Master Yi's fist technique seems ordinary, without any fluctuation of energy, yet it contains supreme martial intent; he is truly a peerless martial god!" Yi Feng: "I am a peerless martial god? How come I didn't know?" The big shots: "Senior, we understand! You are playing a grand game!" So I am a peerless martial god…

Mei Qian transmigrated and became a primordial deity.

I wanted to just lie low and give up, but the gods were watching me like hawks.

Fortunately, there's always a way out; the game design system was activated.

A glimmer of hope has been found, but the mission is far too absurd.

[Train the player's physical skills until Iron Fist reaches 0/1000]

"Just say you want players to smash their tables, what's with the 'iron fist' thing?"

With tears in her eyes, Mei Qian pulled out the three-piece set of "Trojan Virus," "King of Jump," and "Dead Cells," forcing the player to master the Undying Grip.

[Increase player's Tear Point Mastery: Teardrop Contract 0/5000]

"This is a bit troublesome. If I really make her cry, she won't be happy..."

Mei Qian's hands never stop moving; Undertale, To the Moon, Lost and Found, and What Remains of Edith Finch follow one after another.

Players transformed into ruined kings, overflowing with negative energy.

Even the gods couldn't hold back and joined the hunt for the "God of Games."

Mei Qian: I didn't force you to play, look at you, you're in such a hurry again.

There's no going back now.

Overcooked, Kill the Spire, Call of Duty, Persona, Assassin's Creed, and Borderlands have emerged as major titles.

I just copied a terrible game, how did I become a supreme god?

[Game development + No female lead + Live streaming]

When an era is romanticized, it signifies its complete passing. For Chen Junqian, a struggling children's literature writer who remains a mediocre figure despite years of effort, he'd rather be reborn into his familiar yet alien childhood than travel to a supposedly wonderful but unrealistic two-dimensional world. However, the condition is that he must create the best romantic comedy in this most realistic and mundane world, starting in 2009. Lacking a childhood friend with maxed-out affection, he'll artificially create the perfect one. Without a gentle and considerate older sister next door, he'll try to hold onto the online romance offline. Forced to become the male protagonist of a romantic comedy, his task is to recapture the lost opportunities of his past life. If there are no events, create them; if there are no stories, create them. This book is definitely not a guide to rebirth in the new millennium, but I guarantee it will be one of the best time machines ever made.

Lan Si, who was sent flying by the Supreme Hundred-Ton King to save someone, embarked on a journey across alternate worlds. However, he discovered that he was the only one who had transmigrated into a dragon, earning the new name Acharion Verminax Pantocratol and joining a happy family of quasi-DND true dragons. Then, in this snowy land where animals had vanished, plants had frozen, and only the endless silence and cold remained, practically a forbidden zone for life, he had to live a miserable life, eating dirt every day.

But the other Lan Si had transmigrated into beautiful girls! Their plight seemed no better than his. Lan Si, who had transmigrated into Ying, was sealed away by the law of nature, but she woke up within it... Lan Si, who had transmigrated into Altria, was destined to become the doomed King of Britain. It seemed that no matter what she did, the future was unchangeable. Lan Si, who had transmigrated into a beautiful white-haired, red-eyed undead girl, was imprisoned in the Undead Asylum, with no one to give her the key? She was going to be imprisoned like this until the world was destroyed...

None of this mattered. Acharion Wilminax Pantocratol Lansi believed that with his own strength, he and the other Lansi could all live happily ever after, sleeping together in the same bed! !

In the dimly lit tavern, the whispers of adventurers could be heard.

Adventurer: "No traitors, let's have some warlock jokes."

The drinker said, "Warriors, priests, mages, and warlocks team up for adventures. In the end, the warriors won unparalleled glory with their bravery, the priests won the favor of the gods with their piety, and the mages won forbidden knowledge with their wisdom."

Chen Zhou: "Where is the warlock?"

A tavern patron said, "The warlock won over the landlady before even leaving the tavern..."

Before he could finish speaking, the drinker was knocked to the ground unconscious by a wooden wine cup.

The tiger-man adventurer, who resembled a humanoid golden tabby cat from Northeast China, bristled and vehemently retorted, "Pure slander! You can't even imagine the joy a warlock experiences!"

My soul has been transported to a fantastical steampunk world, and I am holding a notebook that displays my personal information.

Despite being a tiger-man subspecies known for its bravery among orcs, he awakened the origins of magic amidst the soul-stirring aurora, thus becoming a glorious gifted sorcerer.

Faced with the various prejudices that other ninth-ring spellcasters have against warlocks, Chen Zhou said that as long as you are willing to put your mind to it, you can't even imagine how happy a warlock can be!

Although a series of natural and man-made disasters later occurred, such as energy tides, the revival of magic, the summoning of the fourth calamity by the remnants of the ancient kingdom, and the southward march of the undead army, warlocks could simply sit back and level up, secretly enjoying the ride...

Reincarnated as a young black dragon, Austin lifted the dragon claw and wrote his dreams on the mountainside: 1. To become the strongest evil dragon on the continent of Leo. 2. To kidnap the most beautiful and adorable princess, saintess, goddess, and dragon girl on the continent of Leo.

Rokunomiya Ryo inherited a forger system from his rural grandfather and proudly became a blacksmith. However, the equipment blueprints are a bit strange: "Yoruha Force Standard Equipment," "Hunter's Strange Weapons," "Orihagan Imperial Weapons," "Void Weapons," "Relic Weapons," "Sinful Armaments," "Heroic Spirit Noble Phantasms," "Zanpakutō," and "God-Slayer"—thus, the Type 40 Tactical Rifle, the Undying Slash, the Tenseiga, the Meat Saw, the Haunted Demon, the Nichirin Blade, the Imagine Breaker, the Crown of Thorns, the Manga Biying Possessed, the Senbonzakura, the Heaven's Chains, the Holy Lance of Dusk, the Telephone Oven (tentative title), and so on appear! "Forging steel also tempers the heart! Reborn in a parallel world, inheriting Japan's legacy... (Based on the Terran world with an anime-inspired twist.) Two novels, "New Anime in Progress" and "I Can't Be the Director of Chaldea," have been completed. No delays guaranteed!

A game called Civilization Wars suddenly appeared. Players create civilizations step by step from scratch. In the game, players can establish city-states, develop their civilizations, advance technology trees, and deploy troops. Li He entered the game as a tribal chief. He experienced the Stone Age, the Feudal Dynasty, and the Industrial Empire... He thought everyone was simply progressing steadily through the technology trees and civilizations, but who knew... what are these orcs, elves, goblins, and dwarves?! Didn't everyone start as primitive humans eating raw meat and drinking blood?

Long-range weapons are guaranteed to hit, like a lock-on cheat. Gatling gun in action, how about a precise barrage? A wall of sighs, anyone? Sword energy is fired, then curves back to hit again. One moment an S-shaped trajectory, the next a B-class trajectory. The enemy is speechless. Damn it, this is insulting! A humanoid self-propelled turret, a humanoid self-propelled nuke. Evil spirit: Dude, you're the really evil one.