Most people are born ordinary, but there are always a few who, even if born into mediocrity, aspire to greatness.

From a nameless exploited laborer to a godfather in the shadows;

From the bottom rung of society, bound by rules, to a secret emperor who crafts those very rules.

When the sun shines, this nation belongs to the Federation. But when night falls, it belongs to me!

“Sometimes, shadows can be just as vast as light—sometimes, they can even eclipse it.”

“We never extort or blackmail anyone. Every penny we earn can withstand the scrutiny of our conscience.”

If someone knocks on your door at night, they are either delivering my regards or bringing ruin for your arrogance.

As for what you will receive, that depends on the choice you make, my friend!

[Primordial Era + Investiture of the Gods + No System] Having transmigrated to the moment after composing a poem at Nuwa's Palace, Yin Shou finds himself as King Zhou. He's a little panicked. Where's the system? Where's the cheat code? This is the Investiture of the Gods; what's the use of diligent governance here? Yin Shou decides to go all out! So what if he's a tyrant? So what if he indulges in wine, women, and extravagance… who doesn't know those? "Su Hu, quickly send Su Daji to Chaoge!" "National Preceptor Shen, I've heard you have wide connections… would you mind introducing me to the Three Immortal Maidens of Sanxiao?" "Grand Tutor, I also want to learn Taoist magic from the Golden Spirit Mother!"… Yin Shou goes further and further down the path of a tyrant, but the fortunes of the Shang Dynasty rise instead of fall. Yin Shou slowly awakens the power of a Human Emperor; a single word can decide life and death, a single utterance can boost fortune, a single decree can bestow the title of God of Humanity! "What happened to being a tyrant… how did I become an eternal Human Emperor?"

Life is a hero, and death is also a ghost.

Wu Bai, the original winner in life, was jealous of his friends, was brutally killed, and his soul pierced the other world.

A thousand years later, the path was reborn and came back strongly.

There are two things for the rest of your life: first, be a pet baby maniac.

Second, let all enemies go up in smoke.

Ying Xuan traveled to the Qin Dynasty, obtained the Heavenly Emperor System, became the Emperor of the Qin Dynasty, and started his hegemony of the Qin

Dynasty. The Emperor of Qin's Heavenly Power suppressed the world.

Wherever the sun and the moon shine, wherever the Heavenly Power reaches, the mountains and rivers and the world are all Qin territory.

The sharp soldiers of the Qin Dynasty are invincible.

Wherever the army points, all countries in the world are terrified, and no one can stop them.

Ying Xuan reigns over the world.

I am the Emperor of Qin, the greatest emperor of all time!

The stars change color with a thought, and all worlds submit with anger.

A high school student travels to another world, gains a peerless divine body, inherits the legacy of an eternal strong man, and his journey to become a demon begins.

Hold the beauty in your arms and die by the enemy's sword.

My name is Su Ye, nicknamed Yutian, and nicknamed the Number One Person of All Time.

The robot with a dead soul came to the earth eroded by the collapse.

In the cruel reality, the teenager who weaves the ideal with his own hands,

I stepped into the battle that belonged only to me.

This is the story of a hero who takes back all the beauty in the world

[Apocalypse + Multiple Female Protagonists + Zombies + No System + No Rebirth + Stockpiling of Supplies]

As the apocalypse approaches, the protagonist Zuo Feng forms the Firefly Squad and leads the beautiful team members to struggle for survival in this scorched earth surrounded by dangers and tides of zombies. The hideous zombies are certainly terrifying, but when humans slowly discover that the zombies themselves have become a precious resource in the wasteland, what kind of crazy scramble will be triggered?

"Sword cultivators, you can die standing, but you cannot live on your knees!"

Xie Xuanyi fell into the North Sea, but was unexpectedly given a second life by the watering of the [Immortal Fountain].

The old illness has gone, and the new fire has been rekindled.

A little ember can start a prairie fire.

The witch, the sword fairy, the Buddha's son... the demons are dancing wildly, the tide is coming, and it is another golden age!

In his previous life, he was weak, so in this life he used golden energy to refine his body and achieved the Glazed Vajra Bone!

If all the three hundred flying swords were broken, they would be transformed into an entire sword energy cave!

"Talismans, array patterns, Taoist magic, I only know a little bit——"

Xie Xuanyi sat alone in the formation, his old long sword draped across his knees.

"Who says that the Dao that sword cultivators understand is only the Dao of the sword?"

This is a damn Victorian fantasy novel.

Add a spoonful of steam engines to get that damned tech tree moving! Add a spoonful of love and hate to give everyone a good reason to fight! Add a spoonful of madness to lighten up this gloomy world, and finally, add a spoonful of natural disasters as the main boss… Wait! Bloody hell, I poured too much!

…

Year 931 of the Envirg Calendar.

The city I live in has been named the most advanced city in the West. The main reason? Steam technology, the source of both groundbreaking innovation and utter chaos, has turned the world upside down. It’s undeniable. Yet, despite this, people still flock here in droves. This city always offers a glimmer of hope, whether it’s a lie or an illusion. It’s so close, seemingly within reach, that people are willing to risk everything for it. A city of illusions.

And I am one of those dream chasers.

It's not a system, it's not a saintly woman, it's not a heroine, and it won't be invincible right from the start.

This is a story about a young man from the 20th century who accidentally travels to the world of elves and suffers inhuman torture. By chance, he joins Team Rocket and steps into the darkness with his elves, climbing to the top until he pulls down those high-ranking and hypocritical bigwigs from the altar.