Tuanbao was kidnapped and sold by human traffickers at birth. When she was three and a half years old, she was kicked out of her home by her adoptive parents. After going through many hardships, she grew from a pitiful child into the little princess of the empire and lived a life of being pampered by her whole family.

My maternal uncle is the emperor of the empire, aloof and domineering.

My second maternal uncle was an imperial marshal, a man of few words.

My third uncle was a divine physician, a celestial being, ethereal and otherworldly.

My fourth uncle is a research whiz, gentle yet sharp-tongued.

My fifth uncle is a top-tier celebrity, a chatterbox and a goofball.

My uncle is a genius painter, both silly and lively.

The group treasure activates the Koi system, possessing healing talents and blessing skills, stunning everyone.

[Fictional empire + war of a hundred races + superpowers + battles in various small worlds + hunter group + slow burn in the beginning + ensemble piece + some exciting moments and some angst.]

God gave life to all things and created the world.

As He was dying, humanity betrayed the god, taking with them greed and wisdom, and established an empire.

The successor, inheriting divine power, made a vow to destroy the world and established the Papacy.

From then on, the Empire and the Papacy were locked in a war that lasted for millennia.

The empire is like a train, with the royal family as the conductor, the four major financial groups controlling the direction, local conglomerates as passengers, and the citizens as fuel.

They hummed a song called "Eternal Empire," riding the tide of the times, their voices echoing day and night on the railway tracks called war.

[Immortality + Relaxation + Darkness] A lump of flesh is born as a god. In the early stages of civilization, will it be recognized as a demon or a god? Stone Age: It is a demon that devours everything. Bronze Age: It extends a helping hand to humanity in its time of crisis, allowing humanity to continue and thrive. Iron Age: It begins to study its own mysteries and creates magic. Golden Age: The gates to [Heaven] have been opened; humans are no longer just humans, and gods are no longer merely gods. Angelic Calamity: The departed god descends with angels, bringing unparalleled natural disasters. After banishing the angels, it leads the remaining humans to rebuild civilization. Post-Golden Age, Crisis Era…

I'm willing to die for this natural long-haired, blue-eyed, white-haired beauty

Note: The title of the book is seriously inconsistent with the content!

It's normal to see some weird comments because I'm too lazy to delete them.

You can call me a piece of shit (although it is true) but please be lenient with me.

"My life was dark and I couldn't see the future until I met him."

A beautiful (should?) story of mutual redemption (maybe?)

It's quite plain, just a short story before bed, with some essays and prose occasionally

Xie Bing only realized she had transmigrated into a book after her soul left her body: Her aloof and upright master had actually gone mad long ago, raising her, a useless spiritual root, only to use her as a furnace for refining medicine and pills; Her junior brother, whom she had raised, fell in love with the female lead and, to save her, personally stole her inner core. He even casually tossed out the words: "Senior sister, you only lost your inner core, but Xuan Yao lost love"; And the powerful immortal who had been entangled with the female lead Xuan Yao for thousands of years, breaking up and getting back together hundreds of times, was her fiancé before she entered the immortal realm. And his way of becoming an immortal was to kill his wife to prove his Dao.

In her past life, Xu Liming was a simp, pursuing Lin Wan for six years. Not only did Lin Wan steal her work and win an award, but she also cheated on her on her birthday, sleeping with her rival. The night she learned the truth, Xu Liming was disoriented and accidentally drove her car off a cliff, ultimately dying at the age of 25. When she opened her eyes again, she was back in her nineteen-year-old classroom, confessing her love to Lin Wan in front of the entire class.

(Apocalypse, natural disaster, rebirth, space, hoarding, free purchase, no romantic pairing)

In her previous life, Xing Wen was immersed in so-called family affection, working hard to help her uncle's family survive in the apocalypse.

In the end, he was betrayed by his uncle's family and handed over to the leader of a private base, where he was tortured to death.

Having been given a second chance at life, she was determined to make her uncle's family experience the cruelty of the apocalypse.

This time, Xing Wen, besides seeking revenge against her enemies from her past life, wants to live alone in this apocalyptic world.

However, the appearance of a mysterious organization forced Xing Wen to take action. In order to avoid disturbing her future life, Xing Wen had no choice but to take the initiative and eliminate it.

This is a world surrounded by dangers, with imperial oppression within and alien threats outside.

"Killing dangerous species will make you stronger? Gaining all kinds of skills? Isn't this going to take off in the future?"

With the system, Gracier understood the function of the system and got close to the village girl Esdeath. He thought his life would be peaceful and happy, but a catastrophe tore everything apart.

Facing a powerful enemy, he witnessed the death of Esdeath with his own eyes, and his past life fell apart.

In desperation, he fought against the alien king, but was defeated. He was then tricked into becoming the governor of a county, and all his old friends returned.

The Imperial Princess? This is my love!

Royal Fist Rakshasa? What roadside minion?

Imperial plots, assassination plots? Tear them all apart!

Children in Imperial Assassination Training? Pack them all up!

What amnesiac imperial female general? This is my childhood sweetheart!

After encountering a major change, the bitterness of the past turned into an absolutely powerful force, sweeping away everything, and ultimately - destroying the empire and building a new country!

[The early stages are slow, but the pace will gradually pick up in the later stages. I hope to point out some of the shortcomings and change them if possible.]

When Sang Qianqian, the eldest lady of the Sang family, was eighteen years old, she fell in love with Shen Hanyu at first sight.

“Shen Hanyu, I like you.”

“But I don’t like you.”

Shen Hanyu spoke ruthlessly, every word was sonorous, “Not now, and not in the future.”

In a fit of rage, the eldest miss planned to teach Shen Hanyu a lesson.

However, he found out that Shen Hanyu might be a tyrannical and cruel boss in the future, and he would also cause the destruction of the Sang family?

Sang Qian slipped away: She can’t afford to like the boss, so “death escape” is the best policy.

Shen Hanyu once hated Sang Qianqian, but after she left, his obsession was almost crazy.

Sang Qianqian, who has fled far away from home, lived a happy life.

One day, I suddenly heard that Shen Han, a big business man, dug her cemetery like crazy, looking for her everywhere.

Sang Qianqian felt alarm bells in her heart, and she was about to run away when she packed up.

As a result, when the door was opened, Mr. Shen stood outside the door with a dark face, gritted his teeth: “Run, you continue to run.”

Sang Qianqian thought carefully, since she can’t escape, why not try to influence the boss?

As a result, the probation failed, and he put himself in.

Years later.

Sang Qianqian, who found out that she had been deceived, left the divorce agreement in front of Shen Hanyu: “I want a divorce!”

Shen Hanyu wrapped the man in his arms and lowered his head to cover the girl’s lips.

After a long time, he asked in a hoarse voice, “Are you still leaving?”

Sang Qianqian was dizzy at the kiss: “No, we won’t leave…”

“That’s called husband.”

“Old, husband…”

Shen Hanyu nodded with satisfaction: “Well, good.”

In the late autumn of 1900, the British writer Oscar Wilde passed away at the Hôtel d'Alsace in Paris. His close friend, Robert, handed the manuscript of his novel, The Picture of Dorian Gray, to a mysterious gentleman. Over a century later, a Chevrolet Impala galloped across the ancient lands of North America. A young man from London gazed up at the stars and began a long, endless hunt. Vampires, werewolves, alchemists, wizards—countless aliens and fallen creatures knelt before the black figure. Another late night, silver swords clashed with fangs, sparks flying. "Hello, my name is Dorian L. Gray, a hunter in the employ of the Conspirators." The young man smiled gleefully, decapitating the ugly head—and pulling out the arm that had pierced his heart. "As you can see, the only thing I have in common with my ancestors is this—we,...