Zhao Mu traveled through the Jin Dynasty and gained the ability to rejuvenate. At the end of each life, he could return to youth and live forever.

I served as an official in the Jiaofangsi for fifty years. I watched the courtesans dancing and saw all the beauties in the world.

I experienced the change of dynasties, watched wise rulers rule the world, and foolish rulers make chaos, and wandered the rivers and lakes with a generation of demon queens.

I sat in the cold abyss for three thousand years, turned into a stone statue in a ruined temple, and showed my holiness in front of people.

I am immortal in history, consumed the gods of the world, died in the underworld, and finally ascended to heaven at the end of time.

…

Death in the rivers and lakes in ten years!

The officialdom will be destroyed in a hundred years!

The country will be cut off for a thousand years!

The divine path will collapse for eternity!

My endless life proves that time is the most invincible existence in this world.

The washed-up magician Zong Jiu transmigrated into a horror, infinite flow novel about a survival show, taking the place of the cannon fodder who died tragically in the first evaluation round. This show was very interesting. Out of the tens of thousands of people, only a hundred people could survive, and the c-position (strongest contender) could even get a universal wish ticket.

If it were someone else, they’d probably be scared to death.

No one expected that Zong Jiu was not only unafraid, but also caused a sensational stir, shamelessly showing off his tricks the whole way.

Once his tricks stopped, and his life could be considered safe and sound, he ended up in a rivalry with the novel’s big villain.

Today you try to get at me, tomorrow I’ll get you back, back and forth, it’s pretty fun, heh.

As a result, though it was just playing around, one time they got carried away and really did end up sleeping together. Watching the nemesis who was pressing him to the ground, Zong Jiu lazily lifted his gaze. “If you want to kill me then kill me, don’t speak nonsense.” Even when at a disadvantage, he showed no trace of fear, and actually continued to provoke him.

That person used his ice-cold finger to trace his ear, and the action heading toward the aorta suddenly stopped.

“What a pity. I’ve changed my mind.”

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He was once very willing to personally give Zong Jiu death. Every day, he used to regret not gouging out his flesh, personally snapping his neck. But after this person fell into his hands, another, more urgent desire grew like weeds.

Compared to winning or losing, he would rather see him crying and panting, with eyes red, begging for mercy.

It is said that Garlan, believed to be the child of destiny, returned to his distant past life in order to break the curse that ensured his death upon reaching adulthood. He valiantly battled his arch-enemy, vied for the throne, and sought to save a kingdom on the brink of destruction. However, he was defeated by his arch-enemy four times. Upon being reborn once more, he felt incapable of defeating his nemesis and was determined to escape, yearning for a life of freedom and happiness.

Yet, in this lifetime, his former arch-enemy became a loyal follower. Pushed by the people around him, he unwittingly embarked on the treacherous and glorious path to the throne, filled with thorns and honor. A millennium later, the song of the “Wise King” still echoed throughout the land.

This story depicts the journey of a reborn youth who, with the support of numerous followers and the protection of his once-enemy-turned-loyal-ally, gradually transformed from a young prince into a wise and noble ruler.

The writing in this text is delicate, with an intriguing and captivating plot that maintains a sense of grandeur. It subtly carries the style of ancient European and Eurasian epic legends, with meticulous descriptions of scenes and emotions, creating vivid imagery. Through the words, one can experience the distinct charm of the fantasy Eurasian era.

Each character in the story possesses distinct traits, and the interactions between the protagonist and his ally are filled with sweetness and charm.

Sword and magic, gods and dragons, demons and abyss, humans and races.

A door appears in this fantasy and weird world, bringing in a person who doesn't belong here.

When the consciousness of two civilizations collide, what will emerge from each other?

The Druid stood in front of a wheat field several meters high, while the fishmen chased the fish in the fishing ground;

Magic trains flashing with inscriptions rolled across the plains, and the sound of multiplication recited recited from the academy;

Ogryn and the children sat on the tentacles of the Dark Child, swinging and counting;

Dwarves and elves clink glasses, devils and priests shoulder to shoulder;

Gods chase and play in the streets, and nameless things chat happily around the wine table;

The life and death of the hero and heroine in the magical image moved the devil in the bottomless abyss.

Time will eventually tell whether this person brings happiness or destruction, but before that——

He wants to learn the lingua franca of this world and not let himself starve to death on the streets.

The world is like a chessboard and all living beings are the pieces on it!

“I do not want to be treated as a chess piece by the players!”

Defeat in this chess is tantamount to the destruction of my body and I’ll thoroughly disappear! Victory in this chess and I’ll have a very long life!

With the help of an ancient Weiqi piece, Gu Hai arrived at the Divine Province Mainland!

Heavenly Dao is eternal, however life is limited, making heaven and earth pieces of a chessboard, then in the end transformed into a loess, vanishing like faded smoke and scattered clouds. Nevertheless people still jump out of the chessboard, and these people are already prepared for their death while playing chess against the heavens, and perhaps win eternal life for themselves?

“I’ve come, and I want to live through 10,000 lives without any boundaries!”

Zong Shou is a player of the historical VRMMORPG “God Emperor,” and him being one of the “Seven Emperors” within the game.

For unknown reasons, Zong Shou finds himself transmigrated into the past, a period just before the “God Emperor” game history started! Possessing the weak body of a monster princeling in the process.

Zong Shou adventure describes his struggles to stay afloat in a merciless environment, and rising up despite all adversities, of course, surrounded by beauties along the way.

Well-known Composer Fang Zhao was in the glorious stage of his career, when the Apocalypse arrived; After finally experiencing the bitter difficulties of a thousand dangers, when the Apocalypse was simmering down to an end, he collapsed; When he opened his eyes, he was reborn in a New World, 500 years after the end of the apocalypse, in the body of a student who had been dumped barely after graduation, who had been cheated of his hardwork barely after he started working…

The World of the Future, Virtual Idols PK Real Idols

“Every time background music plays in my head, I feel like there is nothing to be afraid of.” —Fang Zhao

Toward the end of the apocalyptic period, Fang Zhao lost his life. However, instead of dying, he found himself 500 years later in the body of a young and aspiring composer who shared the same name. Having received a second chance at life, Fang Zhao sets out to achieve the previous owner’s dreams.

Armed with the experience of living through an apocalyptic age and his profession as a composer before that period, Fang Zhao uses his talent, wits, and knowledge to make his mark in the entertainment industry of the future.

“Lin stood at the top of the arc, and he looked like he was going to pass the ball again.”

“He didn’t pass! He shot! This is an open opportunity! But the shooting angle is a bit off!”

“Wait, he is not shooting, he is passing the ball!”

“Nice pass! But why can’t he smile?”

“I heard that no one has ever seen him smile, and some people say that he is Tim Duncan’s half-brother.”

“Wait, you see him smiling! Oh my God, he was smiling at Tim Duncan!”

——Excerpted from “My Memoirs of Illegal NBA”, also known as “This Forward Is Illegal.”

“Do you want to take risks? Do you want to add excitement to your boring life…! Please go to xx to fill in the information, you are a member of our Sacred Pattern Guild.” A magician girl read the flyer. .

“President! Run! That guy xxx has lost his love again. He is looking for a duel with you now.”

“Damn it! If you become a Sword Saint, you will still lose your love!”

“President, that guy said that you lied to him so that he couldn’t become a magician until he lost his love. In short, you should run!”

“Damn, that guy even said that I harmed him even though he didn’t have the talent for magic. Forget it, I’ll leave it to you here. I’ll hide from him for a while.”

The magician girl saw that the guild leader of the holy pattern was so fast that it gave a small visual illusion of displacement, and quickly passed by her side.

The magical girl lightly stroked the magician’s hat, which was affected by the strong wind, and decided, “The Sacred Pattern Guild is really interesting. I decided to join this guild.”