Qin Tian, the strongest man at the end of the world, traveled back twenty years. In order to prevent the apocalypse, countless people were killed. But just when he finally put down his butcher knife, alien space creatures suddenly invaded in large numbers. In the apocalypse, whoever has the strongest fist will have the final say. Qin Tian said that no matter who the opponent is, they will all be smashed into small cakes.

When Mo Yu opened his eyes, he found himself shrunken. "How troublesome, I have to grow up all over again." Mo Yu looked at his tiny hand, which he couldn't even grasp, and thought to himself with a puzzled expression. Mom, is this the problem?! Childhood: Is this dark-skinned guy the son of the friend Dad mentioned? Child version of Aomine laughed heartily: "Kuroko, wanna go out and play?" Kuroko looked at the equally dark hand in front of him, hesitated for a moment, then thought, well, I'm an adult now, adults shouldn't be so petty with kids, right? So, he stretched out his fair, delicate little hand and covered it. Is this how you think? Why does the logic feel off?! Aomine gripped the tiny hand that was smaller than himself, his eyes crinkling with laughter. Middle school: Why do Dad and Aomine both want him to join the basketball team? He's clearly not suited for a sweaty sport like basketball at all. However, the basketball team members are all surprisingly good at getting along. Oh well, for the sake of making a group of good friends, let's play basketball. Impure thoughts, easy to get along with? Miracles: ......

Tianfang Avenue is a street of 2,048 meters long, there are 168 shops here, each shop owner, is a powerful psychic.

The king of the mercenary world, nicknamed Zeus, because his wife died in an accident and lived on the road of fire. His shop is called the Zeus Jewelry Shop. In the boulevard of Skyfire, he was called: Jeweler.

Breaking through the self, the god king is invincible, and the Tangmen will be out, it will be fine.

The cold stars reflected the halberd, the moon shone on the bow, and the dragon and bird rattled over the snow, causing night terrors.

Half a piece of fame is thousands of mountains away, in the hometown of silver flowers and sparkling trees.

"I, Rong Taotao, will one day become the master of those nine stars."

That year, a young man carrying a small schoolbag, a natural scroll on his head, and holding a Fangtian painted halberd said so on the rooftop.

…

The four-million-word work "Nine-Star Poisonous Milk" has been completed, and everyone is welcome to read it.

As a game tester and a hard-working worker, Chen She's dream is to become the president of a company, admired by employees and supported by senior management, to be able to make the games he likes at will, and to be handsome, have eight-pack abs, and have a high artistic talent.

And he found that after he traveled through time, these goals have been achieved.

"My life has no challenges anymore?" Chen She thought that his life had become boring and tedious after getting the script of a plagiarist.

Employees: No, you still have to be an enemy of the whole world, overthrow all the big chaebols by force, and become the savior.

A question mark floated above Chen She's head: Huh? I don't want to.

Employees took off their work clothes, revealing the rebel combat uniforms and mechanical prostheses they wore inside: Don't worry, we will help you, captain!

In a world controlled by a super artificial intelligence computer, persecuted male humans gather in Lost Paradise and execute their last stand. They have spent decades developing their “God Descent Plan” – to steal the North American server of the super artificial intelligence “Eden”, download it into the body of a male human “Adam”, tame and control him, and use him against the omniscient “God”.

Zhang Xun, an unmarried tech nerd, was fortunate (unfortunate?) to be in charge of the final stage of the plan – to be responsible for maintaining and taming Adam. Now he was facing a life form with a human body and a mechanical brain, a reverse version of Ghost in the Shell, and Zhang Xun’s life was plunged into confusion and chaos, and in the struggle to control or be controlled, his life became exhausting.

He arrived in the early Republic of China, a time of warlordism and widespread conflict. Relying on his foresight and advanced knowledge, a century ahead of his time, he gradually rose to power, ending the warlord era, expelling foreign powers, and leading the Republic to its rise. He schemed against the Japanese, the British, the Russians, and even the Americans, weakening the foreign powers and strengthening himself. He was the only Grand Marshal of the Army, Navy, and Air Force in the Republic of China—an unsurpassable legend! This book cannot be continued due to censorship. I apologize to all readers; it was not my intention to abandon the story. Group number: 202886761. Welcome to join! My new book, "Transmigrating to the Late Ming Dynasty: Rebuilding the Empire," has been released. Please support it!

[Cyberpunk 2077 Fanfiction]

After completing the Tower ending in 2077, V travels back to 2076, once again becoming the second-in-command of Arasaka's counterintelligence department. Possessing memories of the future and without a Relic chip implanted, she must feign loyalty while orchestrating a plan under Jenkins' watch: using company resources to repair her nervous system and, through precognition, become a new oligarch.

Is this CEO of Arasaka Corporation actually a monster? I, Valerie, should be the CEO!

The ending of the tower returns to 2076, and see how V-Zhantian, with his prosthetic body locked up, returns to the top!

"This is the twentieth day of my time travel, and the world is becoming more and more abnormal..."

"I'm not infected, but I don't know why, I always do things I don't know..."

"I found out that I was wrong, I never traveled through time!"

"I don't know since when, the eyes of people around me are full of deep fear..."

"I seem to understand something..."

"It turns out... I... am fake..."

(This is a collaborative work, not a single person's work, and no AI was used.)

(Contains elements of military, physics, red beans, and stars, etc., watch with caution)

(This book is also known as: Even the Azure Archives have the privilege of playing the entire S3 season, The Iron Will of the Prison Dream, and The Redemption of the Lost God)

Childhood dreams are precious.

Childhood dreams are fragile.

When the "dream" dies, the shattered "reality" will also return.

"Fate" deviates from its predetermined trajectory, and the "canvas" is stained with gray and white.

What would your "choice" be?

......

"Here's a choice: 5.45, 5.56, 7.62, 12.7, .20 Remington, .50 CMP, white phosphorus shot, slug rounds, or dragon's breath rounds?"

Meng grabbed a handful of gleaming yellow ammunition and scattered it on the ground, staring with emotionless gray-green eyes at the Caesar minions crawling on the ground, trembling.

"7...7.62"

Meng pressed the button on her left hand.

"Okay, 776.2mm caliber intercontinental ballistic missile, tactical special nuclear warhead, rapid fire 30 rounds."

"???"

As Caesar watched the long trail of flame stretch across the sky above Kivotos, his CPU crashed.

Only then did he understand the true meaning of the shattered halo above Meng's head.

"Devil! You are the real devil!!"

"hehe..."

Meng slowly turned and left.

"Am I... not someone you created yourself...?"