There was a female middle school student over there, probably from a top middle school in LC City. Hmm… it's a school day, but the timing is a bit strange. The girl was very pretty. Even without makeup, she was, in my opinion, three times prettier than most celebrities with makeup. She looked like a well-bred young lady, and her posture was impeccable. Hmm… I glanced at her a couple more times because she was pretty, which is understandable. Men, after all, are driven by their lower instincts. I've never denied that. However, the girl seemed to have been crying; she looked pitiful, like a delicate flower in the rain. Unfortunately… as a man in my thirties, although I look relatively young, I really can't make a move on a middle school student… even though the death penalty wouldn't be too much of a loss, I don't want to die. I didn't dare look too directly; after all, the girl was wary. I turned my head and looked at the other people in the carriage. I'd seen most of them; nothing seemed strange. But… suddenly, I noticed that five people seemed to be in a group, and these five people were very strange. That's right... judging from their interaction, they should be a group, but why does this group seem so out of place? Two young men, looking rather unruly, one with blond hair and the other with blue hair, sporting a typical "punk" style, but their eyes revealed fear, appearing very flustered, constantly glancing around as if afraid of something. A middle-aged man, holding a handkerchief, frequently wiped the cold sweat from his brow; his overweight body swayed with the car's movement, and like the other two, anxiously scanned his surroundings, as if searching for something. Then there seemed to be a high school couple; the girl was pale, gripping her boyfriend's hand tightly, her body trembling slightly.

When you wake up from your sleep to find yourself in a damp, dark, muddy trench, surrounded by soldiers trembling and praying, clutching crosses. —"The Second Battle of Ypres? No problem, just put on your gas mask, you'll survive!" —"The Somme? We can only leave our fate to God." —"Is it the Verdun meat grinder? Oh well, God's useless now, dying is just a fresh start." —"Wait, what does it mean that Duke Constantine led the last of the New Antiochian Knights to resist the attack of the demonic army from hell? What the hell timeline did this put me in?"... In 1099, the Crusades conquered Jerusalem, inadvertently opening the gates of hell. From that moment on, the timeline changed, and human civilization entered a thousand-year dark age of fighting against the demonic army of hell. And Liston, who traveled to this timeline, was clearly a doctor saving lives, but...

Gao Shu transmigrated to a world of high martial arts, but for some reason, he was plagued by nightmares every night.

Fortunately, he knew a handsome, kind-hearted, and generous man named Brother Huang.

Gao Shu: Brother Huang, I often have nightmares at night. Is there any way to deal with it?

Brother Huang smiled slightly and took out a visualization method.

Gao Shu: Brother Huang, if I practice visualization techniques, will I be able to stop having nightmares?

Brother Huang smiled without saying a word, only nodding slightly.

Gao Shu: Brother Huang, I've mastered the visualization technique, and nightmares are no longer a big deal!

However……

Brother Huang has turned into a dried corpse and can no longer laugh.

Gao Shu: Brother Huang, you have been so kind to me, I will definitely find the murderer and avenge you!

Years later, the tall tree had reached the top of the world, looking down upon all living beings.

But he silently shed tears: Brother Huang, I'm so sorry!

All these years, I still haven't found the murderer, and I can't avenge you...

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I am an Ashen One who awakened in the Undead Asylum, on the continent of Loran, where the cycle of rekindling the Flame has begun. Now, the Flame is weakening, the world is crumbling, and the hope of rekindling the Flame is fading. I unexpectedly obtained the Eye of the Ashen One, which can recall soul memories, analyze energy, and trigger prophecies of the end. With this ability, I see the true nature of the First Flame and see through the conspiracies of all sides. While others are lost in the struggle to rekindle the Flame, I possess more truth. Ultimately, I will break the cycle of reincarnation, reshape the rules of the world, and become the true ruler.

I'm dying.

With three months and five days to go, I boarded a cruise ship.

My destination was a small island that wasn't even marked on a map.

As for why I know my death date so clearly, it's not because I can decide life and death on my own, but because three months from now is my 25th birthday.

In our small fishing village, none of the men live past twenty-five!

My name is Li Jinhuan, and this story begins twelve years ago.

The time travelers from the Skuri clan carried unknown panels—perhaps creations of Tzeentch or Slaanesh? However, even if they were indeed their creations, the engineer Eski Ivo wouldn't relinquish them as long as there was profit to be made. His glorious rat life would begin with defeating Nagash and saving the world.

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When Wang Yunfei, a seriously ill patient, closed his eyes, he woke up in the world of Warhammer 40K.

This is a hive world not far from the Colonus Expansion Zone in the Calissis Star Sector of the Hazy Starfield. The original owner of the noble family, a transmigrator, is surprised to find that he has become the experimental subject of a certain wandering technological heretic.

Having passed the forbidden ritual, he gained a witty personality and the ability to genetically mimic others. But his immediate priority is to escape from the clutches of the motorgirl and then get on board the ship of the merchant ronin, Theodora, to take up his post.

[Claude Frye is also Cloud Fly, Brother Yunfei, how have you been? King, Little Wang... uh, Jin, right... not bad either.]

Wait, why does your surname end with Von Valancius?

[Act first, report later—it's an imperial decree, so what? What the chartered captain can handle, I'll handle; what he can't, I'll handle even more.]

【Ageta, no, Brother Jie, could you possibly make an exception for this alien technology matter?】

【Eh, I really don't know this, explain... a Szalak-brand space necromancer command vehicle! Jai, you're my Jai-ge!】

【Oh, so you like SM too ❤ No, I meant Space Marine, what are you talking about?】