As soon as he received the admission letter for Advanced Training, Asakusa Toru got a diary that he could get rewards by just writing in it.

But as a person familiar with diary-related online articles, he saw through the truth of the diary at a glance.

Who would write a diary? Isn't the purpose of writing a diary to let others see it?

According to the diary, the reward drawn after completing the diary actually depends on: how interesting the content is, whether the spoilers are appropriate, and the reader's emotional fluctuations.

So, he picked up the pen and wrote today's diary.

[Your past, present, and future have all been kidnapped by me, please be prepared. ]

(No female lead, protagonist is purely evil, no redemption.) When a beautiful anime character suddenly rushes in front of you, what would you do? A. Open your arms and hug her. B. Stand still and do nothing. Ming Zeye: He chooses to kick her away. PS: Some of the protagonist's character designs are based on Gin. [Characters on the red side will die, the protagonist's values ​​are questionable, proceed with caution.]

This story begins in 2013. Mobile internet was booming, and everything familiar was undergoing rapid change. New trends emerged, challenging the traditional values of an ancient nation. It was a year of turmoil and prosperity. Some said it was a time of declining moral principles and a decline in moral values, perhaps the worst of times. Others said it was a year of vibrant energy, simplified government, and clean laws, perhaps the best of times...

[Detective Conan fanfiction, no romantic pairings, original pairings not broken] With an innate keen sense of smell, Takashima Munenori embarks on the path to becoming a police officer to uncover the truth behind his parents' deaths. Little did he know that after helping the police solve his first case, he would earn the nickname "human police dog." [Will involve real cases, Kindaichi cases, and cases from Japanese dramas, etc.]

Cen Yueyue is an 18th-tier female star. By sheer luck, her agent stuffed her into a dating variety show that was starred by movie queens and movie emperors, to be a cannon fodder.

The script given by the director was to let her do whatever she wanted and give full play to her remaining energy as cannon fodder. So on the first night, the male guest that Cen Yueyue was attracted to was shot through the head by a short arrow.

Please close your eyes when it gets dark, open your eyes if you are a murderer, and choose the one you want to hunt...

A villa in the mountains, fifteen people, a broken bridge, you thought it was an isolated island with no survivors, but in fact, from the very beginning, it was a live entertainment broadcast for the whole nation.

[Invincible + Villain + Special Curse Spirit Cook + No System + Slow to Warm Up] My name is Hannibal, usually everyone calls me Uncle Hannibal. During the day I am an ordinary uncle next door, but at night I am an elegant gourmet. My favorite thing is to find the right ingredients. Gojo Satoru: I used to think he was just a normal person, until he pinched my neck and punched through a mountain. Sukuna: I'm sorry, I couldn't satisfy you. You know more about curses than me. Fushiguro Shiji: What Tianyu Tyrant? These are nicknames given by acquaintances. You can just call me Xiao Shiji. Geto Suguru: I heard that you don't have any children. I want to take care of you in your old age, godfather. Itadori: Uncle Hannibal, your cooking skills are really great. Excuse me, are these barbecues pork? Hannibal, who was dealing with a real corpse in the kitchen, wiped the blood off his hands, gently raised his glasses, and said gently: "Eat more if you like. This is the ingredient I found with great difficulty."

[Daily Life + Group Fun + Love + Overwhelming + "Playing Pig to Eat Tiger"]

An unexpected time travel brought Qing Cheng to the world of "Welcome to the Classroom of the Supremacy of Strength"!

Moreover, his family has been Yin-Yang masters for generations, but he is the only one who can practice Yin-Yang magic through emotions!

So Qingcheng entered the campus with a nervous heart.

"Jinguji Aomame, the 13th generation Onmyoji, is afraid of school violence."

When Fang Shaxue remembered that the true daughter she had hated for three years… was actually the target she was supposed to capture, the first thing she did was tie the girl up and kiss her hard.

When Fang Yihan hit her and cursed at her, she treated it as flirting.

When Fang Yihan mistakenly believed she had killed her loved ones, Fang Shaxue didn’t bother to explain—she just wanted to hear a few more insults.

When Fang Yihan tried to run away, she coldly warned, “Run again, and I’ll break your legs.”

Fang Shaxue plotted everything like a strategist, yet no matter what, she couldn’t figure out what was truly in Fang Yihan’s heart.

In the end, she didn’t even realize how the tables had turned.

All she could remember was that tearful face suddenly giving her a wicked smile, turning from prey into predator, whispering by her ear:

“If you hadn’t imprisoned me first, you would’ve been the one locked up.”

“Be good. Don’t think about running. I’ll break your legs.”

Fang Shaxue just giggled: “Even if I wanted to chase you away, you wouldn’t leave.”

Bad news: Soran has traveled through time, to a world where the old gods have revived and apocalypse is imminent. Good news: He possesses a cheat code, the standard system for time travelers, allowing him to complete quests and earn rewards. Bad news: Before Soran could find his footing, he fell into a medically inexplicable coma, which lasted for over a decade and was heading towards a permanent state of unconsciousness. He was likely dying, and modern medicine was powerless. To survive, Soran plunged into the mystical world. Astrology, evil spirits, witches, the undead, the ocean, flesh and blood... the supernatural exists in every corner of this world. Amidst the tide of steam and machinery, airships, cannons, and great warships are rising. Divination, religion, prophecy, and mystery are never far away. The fragile order is now a faint flame, and martyrdom...