Words are like silk, weaving the warp and weft of stories; stories are like rivers, settling the pebbles of knowledge; knowledge is like fire, forging the stars of wisdom; and in the folds of time, the ancient light of civilization shines forth.

After four years of relationship in college, Chu Ming thought he could stay with his wife forever.

It was not until his adopted brother appeared that he realized that his love was a joke.

Faced with the president's wife's infidelity, he decisively filed for divorce.

I wanted to finish writing the flop novel and leave this city.

When he was writing about the cold and beautiful master's love affair...

Suddenly a woman appeared in his house with a sword at his neck.

If you dare to write that I fell in love with that man, I will kill you!

Later, the president's wife came to the door.

Honey, I was wrong. Can we go home?

Chu Ming: Home? Do we have a home? This is my home.

At this time, a cold and elegant voice came from Chu Ming's bedroom.

Ruan Shuyue: Chu Ming! How many times have I told you not to throw your socks around?

Chu Ming: Wife, I was wrong.

Ruan Shuyue: Come to my room tonight and I will punish you.

When the CEO's wife saw Ruan Shuyue, she almost went crazy.

"Who is my husband? I won't allow you two to be together."

Chu Ming: You idiot, get out of here! If you don’t, I’ll beat you up.

Something terrible has happened on Earth!

The chosen humans are caught in a road survival game. In the game world, the surrounding environment changes with each cycle, and a trial will appear at the end of the cycle.

While everyone struggled to survive, Lin Jiangyue obtained a White Mist Manor from the bracelet and became its owner.

Not enough to eat? I can grow crops and raise animals. Wheat ripens every day, and I get an egg every day—aren't you envious? There are even more buildings to unlock!

But this world is far more treacherous than imagined. Mutants roam everywhere, cars are powered by thick blood, and items are made from bones. And more strange things begin to happen...

Through White Mist Manor, Lin Jiangyue gradually acquired the ability to survive on the highway, but merely surviving was far from enough.

There are still countless mysteries in this world waiting for her to unravel them.

P.S.: This story has no male lead. The protagonist frequently experiences anthropophobia, and being anonymous is a recipe for disaster. She's a lone wolf to the end, but she's accompanied by all sorts of strange creatures and non-creatures =w=

This is a fantasy world, a punk world where steampunk and magic blend. There are no gods here, but there is pursuit: transcendence and immortality are the ultimate goals! One evening, Roddy, wielding a system, descended with a vengeance. [Ding, Corpse-Touching System activated.] From then on, touching a corpse granted him power. [You have received a gift from the dead.] [Your strength increased by 0.1.] [You have learned the combat technique "Charging Punch."] [You have gained a transcendent trait.] [You have captured an elemental mystery.] [You have plundered a fragment of a law.] Roddy firmly believed that given time, he would be invincible. However, just as Roddy was brimming with fighting spirit, the malice of this world was slowly approaching him. Roddy: "Bunian, I'm broke." Bunian: "Me neither. How about I introduce you to a job?" Roddy: "Sure!" And so Roddy joined a gang. Black market boss: "Hey kid, heard you've never been outside the city? Want to go?" Roddy: "Yeah, right!" Then Roddy returned and found himself in big trouble. Beers: "I heard there's something you need in a cursed space, want it?" Roddy: "Yeah, right." And so Roddy began his escape. Irelia, Jolis: "I have a legendary quality armor here, you can have it." Roddy: "Really?" The two women: "Really." And then Roddy became... Roddy: "Why is everyone, friend or foe, showing off, while I'm the only one getting beaten up?" Main character: Roddy

His life's great struggle, spanning the business world and the political arena, stemmed from a major banking crisis.

The president of Fuxing Bank's Changning branch was detained after fleeing abroad, and several people have jumped to their deaths at the branch...

A single transfer order unexpectedly made Wen Zhe, who had been quietly writing documents in the office for ten years, the acting branch manager.

To outsiders, Wen Zhe, a cowardly man who had just been kicked out of his wife's house by her entire family, was merely a "maintenance chairman" sent to the forefront by the behind-the-scenes manipulators to take the fall.

Because Wen Zhe has too little experience, no background, and lacks his own team.

However, they did not know that a hidden dragon will eventually emerge from the abyss!

After Wen Zhe swiftly and decisively eliminated the chaos at the Changning branch, he transferred from the financial system to a local cadre position, officially entering the officialdom. Step by step, he steadily rose through the ranks and eventually became a powerful regional official in charge of a region...

Later people said that others had one or two powerful backers, but Wen Zhe had a mountain range behind him...

Wen Zhe agreed: "The masses are my greatest support."

Eight hundred meters away, a sniper rifle locked onto his head, yet Bai Chuan remained calm. Fifty meters away, bombs surrounded him, yet his expression remained unchanged. Two meters away, a sharp blade pierced his throat, and Bai Chuan put his hands in his pockets. "Seriously? Is that all you've got?"... Reporter: "Mr. Bai Chuan, what sustains you in always being on the front lines of danger? Is it courage, faith?" Bai Chuan shook his head: "It's fun." Reporter: "Mr. Fun Man, what allows you to survive unscathed every time? Is it knowledge, experience?" Bai Chuan paused for a moment, then honestly answered: "Because I'm immortal." Reporter: "..." Reporter: "Then, Mr. Immortal, there are rumors that you seem to want to live a peaceful life." Bai Chuan nodded excitedly: "Let me clarify, this is not a rumor!" This book is also known as *The Mischief-Making Journey of an Unregistered Resident in the Underworld*...

Anti-drug police officer Jiang Xun went undercover and drowned in the deep sea. When he opened his eyes, he found himself to be the worst student in the police academy.

He was relegated to the lowest rung of the criminal investigation team, the "miscellaneous group," where even the elite members of his cohort wouldn't give him a second glance.

This newbie is probably only good enough to catch a thief, right?

Unexpectedly, the system activated, leading to a stunning reversal!

The murderer begged for mercy while crying! He pinned the serial killer down on the spot!

When all unsolved cases bowed down before him, the entire police force trembled:

This isn't a newcomer; it's a scumbag who crawled back from hell!

After being stabbed to death by a patient in the real world, psychologist Lin Ke transmigrates into the body of Nana Komatsu, an inconspicuous student at Teitan High School in the world of Detective Conan. She inherits the original owner's identity but harbors the soul of a profiler and a passion for writing suspense novels—she always applies peelable red nail polish when writing, a ritual that gets her into the zone.

In this world rife with murders, the naturally aloof and trouble-averse girl only wants to "play dumb" and eke out a living, but she can't escape Conan's relentless attacks. Shinichi Kudo (Conan) unexpectedly discovers that this classmate is actually "Mo Tong," the mystery novel author he follows, whose precise analysis of criminal psychology complements his logical reasoning in a wonderful way.

From being forced to cooperate in solving cases to becoming intellectual confidants, she uses micro-expressions and behavioral profiling to crack mysteries, while he uses on-site evidence chains to refine the logic. Her red fingernails are her trademark, and also their unspoken code. As Shinichi succumbs to their intellectual resonance, and as Ran's waiting drifts further and further away from his world, this bond that began with the case will ultimately rewrite everyone's fate—after all, the one who understands a detective best is never the waiting angel, but the profiler who can see into their soul.

Outside of Wugang, Augustus, Iron Man, and Batman were running wildly through a cloud of gray mist.

"Imagine, between Wugang and Gotham, or even between New York, countless similar eyes lurk in the gray area, all watching you..."

"I have eyes too."

That's not what I meant...

"So what do you mean? Don't think I didn't see you grab that dog's butt just now. That's why we're being chased by dogs, Tony Stark!"