[System + Time Travel + Cool Writing + Imagination + Domination + Decisive Killing + Jianghu and Court]

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At that moment, Zhu Pingan stopped pretending! Facing the ridicule of the princes and the contempt of the ministers, his eyes suddenly changed!

Are you laughing at me for being weak? Then I will show you what true strength is! "

The prince who once bullied him trembled in fear before his army! The powerful ministers who once despised him felt ashamed in front of his governance ability! His mother looked at him in shock. Is this still the same timid son?

The Taichang Dynasty? No, this is just my starting point! Zhu Pingan stood on a high building, overlooking the vast mountains and rivers. I want this continent to have the same writing system and the same railway tracks!

Soul travels to a parallel world + colonization VS tribute + war for hegemony + unification + giant ships and cannons.

The Dongzhou Empire was established, and the great powers began to fight for hegemony!

I accidentally came to this similar parallel world, but found that everything was different from the history I remembered.

Tributary system VS colonial system!

In the great clash of military, economy and culture, who will have the last laugh?

Soldiers took up their guns, drove tanks, and piloted warships and planes.

Fight for this land, for this civilization!

All under heaven belongs to the king, and all within the four seas are the king’s subjects!

Dongzhou should stand in the world, and you countries should be its vassals.

We never stop moving forward!

Look, everyone, who will lead this history? Who will write the story of this prosperous nation?

[Imperial Consort] + [Empress Dowager] + [Female State Preceptor] + [Holy Maiden] + [Female Emperor]

Reborn as the legitimate eldest son of a different-surname prince in an ancient dynasty, he was forced to become a eunuch in the imperial palace after his entire clan was executed for merely jesting about the Empress. Fortunately, he obtained the "Fortune Plundering" system by sabotaging his enemies' fortune (e.g., creating incidents to trouble them, sowing discord among their allies, weakening their fortune), he could plunder their fortune to draw lottery rewards! Years later, Lu Jing became an eternal overlord. Gazing upon the corpses of his enemies behind him while embracing peerless beauties at his side, he smiled faintly: "My thanks for your fortune!"

In the world of high martial arts, martial arts prevail, and there are thousands of

roads in martial arts.

[Wu Xiu becomes a god, Confucianism becomes a saint, Buddhism becomes an ancestor, and Taoism becomes an immortal.]

Qin, Tang, Sui, Ming, Yuan... The empires are ambitious, and the power of the court is secretly intertwined.

In the world, the martial arts heavenly man - Ling Donglai; the magic leader - Pang Ban; the Buddha - the emperor Buddha;

Unparalleled Kendo - Ren Yiqi... The plan of the court is hidden like an abyss, and the water of the rivers and lakes is deep and bottomless.

Mu Feng accidentally came to this world and became the biggest black hand in the world step by step.

Song Yi accidentally transmigrated into a book and became the only woman by the tyrant’s side.

The system gave her a mission: to become the tyrant’s pure and perfect love—his “white moonlight.”

So Song Yi taught him about anger, resentment, jealousy, and ignorance, about love, hatred, and sorrow. She made him understand the true feeling of loving someone. After completing her task, she mercilessly returned to the modern world.

During the three years in the modern world, she lived a thriving and exciting life. But one day, when she woke up, the world before her twisted, and she found herself back in the book’s world again.

The tyrant had searched for her for three whole years. During those years, countless substitutes appeared by his side, each resembling Song Yi—either in temperament or appearance—but none could replace the Song Yi in his heart.

He loved Song Yi, but he also hated her for leaving without a word and refused to believe the news that she had died.

Song Yi transmigrated back into the palace, afraid to approach the completely darkened tyrant. She buried herself in washing clothes at the Laundry Bureau. Suddenly, in front of her appeared a pair of bright yellow dragon boots.

She lifted her head and saw the tyrant standing before her, his eyes filled with ruthless savagery, wearing a half-smile:

“My beloved, you really made me work hard to find you.”

Ruan Hu became a demon. He turned into a beast on the ridge of the palace, staring at the mortals all day long.

On the first day, he watched the emperor listen to the poem in the imperial garden.

On the second day, he watched the emperor watch the dance and listen to the music in the palace.

The emperor changed beauties one after another, and they had fun every night.

His words could decide life and death, and he could take and give.

On the fourth day, Ruan Hu pushed the emperor into the lake.

He became the emperor.

The main text is complete!

Also known as: “This Useless Emperor Won by Lying Flat”

One morning, she woke up to find herself turned into the puppet emperor of a war-for-supremacy story, surrounded by ambitious armies all eager to seize her as a tool to command lords in the name of the Son of Heaven.

She made a decisive choice—to follow the Wei faction. Why not side with the protagonist, you ask? Because the protagonist was a ruthless schemer, the kind of man who’d rather betray the world than be betrayed by it. Following him meant she might not last a few days before being sent to the afterlife with a cup of poisoned wine.

Though the Wei clan never unified the world, they endured the longest. Even the protagonist was forced to drag out a war of attrition against them until they finally collapsed. By her calculation, Wei Ying—the most formidable master of the Wei clan—lived to the age of eighty. Only upon his death could the protagonist finally achieve unification.

If she chose Wei, she could live to eighty as well. Just right. No need to die early.

What better choice could there be? Who would complain about gaining an extra eighty years of life?

So, without hesitation, she followed the Wei clan’s masked woman, the one who wore a fearsome ghost-faced mask.

Unexpectedly, the other factions refused to accept it unless she showed that it was her own voluntary choice. They pressured her to make her stance clear to the Wei woman.

So, Tian Tangjing leaned over and smacked a kiss onto the woman’s cheek, drawing astonished gazes all around.

She kissed without the slightest burden, completely ignoring the way the Wei woman’s cold gaze grew increasingly complicated. From then on, she had secured herself a long-term meal ticket: for eighty years, she could lie flat as a useless emperor, never lacking food or drink, enjoying safety under the close protection of another.

Until her wedding night, when she discovered that the woman she had married was none other than Wei Ying herself.

Wei Ying—the very same iron-blooded general who could kill without batting an eye, who had guarded Shanhaiguan, developed the Far East, and shattered the Donghu tribes.

Tian Tangjing: Is it still too late to pack up and run?

At that moment, Wei Ying pressed close with forceful intent:

“Your Majesty kissed this minister’s daughter. Surely you mean to take lifelong responsibility?”

Tian Tangjing shrank her neck: Weakly asks—if I refuse?

Wei Ying sneered:

“Then your bones will be ground to dust—and scattered together with mine.”

Tian Tangjing: !!!

But who could have expected that their days together would grow more and more flavorful, surprisingly harmonious—if a little too intense.

The very protagonists who were supposed to seize the world ended up turned by her wife into her own right-hand men. They abandoned the struggle for the throne, competing instead to help her govern the realm.

Years later, Tian Tangjing stood atop the Star-Picking Tower, overlooking the vast empire, unable to resist sighing:

“When it comes to the strongest person at living off their partner, none can compare to me.”

“Your Majesty, still want some peaches?” Wei Ying reclined lazily on the beauty’s couch, gazing at her.

Tian Tangjing: “Mash it into peach pulp for me. I only love the soft kind!”

PS:

Ordinary useless emperor × Earth-shaking goddess-general

Theme: Blooming and bearing fruit even in adversity.

Dark, Despair,

The Emperor's might walks the galaxy, seeking to restore humanity to its former glory.

But fate played a little joke on me.

The fate of mankind has long been controlled by the evil god, and only darkness and war are eternal in this world.

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"Ah! What you said is right, but what does this have to do with me? I'm just an everyday person and I like to have fun," said Hogg Menethil, the Primarch of the 11th Legion, to the big golden guy in front of him.

Create different characters and experience wonderful lives. The story begins with transmigrating into the body of a mascot emperor in an alternate world. Through the Book of a Hundred Lives, one can experience different lifetimes and receive rewards by completing tasks. Restoring the royal family’s glory is our generation’s unshirkable duty!

Within the Book of a Hundred Lives:

I became the Holy Son of the Ten Thousand Dao Sect and debated the Dao with the Wonderful Lotus Saintess. As a result, her dao heart shattered and thousands of black threads grew from her mind.

I became a down-and-out scholar and saved a white snake. I helped her successfully overcome tribulation and transform into the last true dragon in the world, but she said she would never let me go for all eternity.

I became an elder of the Dragon Spring Sword Sect and took in a disciple. I cultivated her into the world’s first sword immortal, but she came to hate me to the bone.

Finally, one day, I reclaimed imperial power. Thinking I had reached the other shore while walking on thin ice, suddenly the sky above the imperial capital split open with ten-thousand-zhang dark clouds!

A massive white dragon head emerged from the cloud layer, staring at me intently.

Wasn’t this supposed to be about experiencing life? How did everything become real?