[You are dead.] [Automatically rewinding to the latest save file...] The goblin Dolly opened his eyes. This time, he was full of confidence, for he had proven his only path through repeated death. "Yes, it was me. A professional adventurer named Dolly who saved your daughter." "Father! He's a goblin—he's the one who kidnapped me!" The old marquis's thoughts of taking a son-in-law were completely shattered. He slammed the table in anger, smashing it with his hand. "Catch it!!!" "Impossible—this conversation is over. It's clearly not like that!"

[Magical World, Group Pet, Lolita, Stickers, Battle without a Male Lead]

Yuan Xiaoling was reincarnated into the magical world, but became a congenital level zero magician.

Fortunately, she met Angela, a wealthy and inhumane lolita mentor, and also met Luo Xiaoli, a domineering dragon lolita princess. It was also discovered that she was actually the long-lost sister of the Demon King. Thus, Yuan Xiaoling's journey to become the group's favorite began.

"Hot Pot, use Fire Blast!"

"You're cheating! This isn't a magic competition!"

"Who said you can't bring spirit beasts to participate in the competition?"

Then, behind Yuan Xiaoling, ten "spiritual beasts" a whole realm higher than the other party stood out. Not strong enough? The spirit beasts will fill in!

(Because this is a reincarnation story, the early stages may be a bit slow. Also, the protagonist has his own strengths and does not rely entirely on others.)

【Fan fiction + slight magic modification + system + imagination + reversal】

At the foot of Mount Longhu, a rag stall was erected.

Grandmaster Quan Xing squatted on the bluestone slab and picked up the yellow paper: "Little Taoist priest, give me ten sheets of this photocopied talisman paper!"

The second-in-command of the Tianxiahui held a green bean in his hand and glared, "Heavenly Eye Green Beans? I want a hundred of them, money is not a problem!"

Zhang Xuanyi was flipping through the account book with a dogtail grass in his mouth. There was a pile of unopened Fist Soul Candies at his feet - the third wave of aliens lined up for his shabby stall today.

"System prompt: Today's sales have reached the target, unlocking the reverse destiny-changing compass."

"Hey, hey, hey, don't be so anxious!"

He waved at the crowd, "Scan the code to register first. As usual for credit purchases—use your most valuable treasure as collateral!"

When the strange people of the Gaowu era vie to become returning customers, this shabby stall at the foot of Longhu Mountain is about to be turned upside down!

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,...

My soul soared into the void, entering the vast world of the Investiture of the Gods. Eight hundred lords vied for the universe, and those destined for the Investiture of the Gods were among them; my name is Song Feng, my father is an extraordinary man; my uncle is Jiang Shang, courtesy name Ziya, also known as Flying Bear; wielding a golden whip, I control the Investiture of the Gods, and though the stars of the heavens are numerous and the gods and men are countless, I too will not lose my divine position.

"My son, have the Dragon People risen again?" "Brother, has the great cause been accomplished?" "Wu Lang, how is Ling'er now?" "Father, where has Mother gone?" Wu Chuan awoke with a start, countless memories flooding his mind. "Am I... back to the month before the Dragon People's annihilation?" "I cannot die, I must live, and revive my Dragon People!" The Dragon Man Wu Chuan unexpectedly reborn as the Dragon King, wielding immortal killing techniques? A month before the Dragon People's annihilation, and simultaneously, for some reason, a book titled "Great Love Immortal Venerable" appeared in his mind. Can he escape his inevitable death within a month and revive the Dragon People? Let us wait and see...

Chen Chuman, the modern urban white-bone demon, accidentally transmigrated into a cute girl with immense strength. She has the standard golden finger system and excellent talents that are standard for a heroine, but the evil God just doesn't want her to have a smooth journey to immortality. The promised golden finger system is actually half-crippled. Crashes and jams are commonplace, not to mention that she has to rely on herself to upgrade and fix bugs. Have you ever heard of relying on eating to continuously upgrade your extremely annoying talents? Sorry, Chen Chuman encountered it. It's not easy to be taken in by an immortal sect. I can lean on a big tree for shade in the future. However, the tree will fall when I rely on it, and people will run away when I rely on them. The system will crash when I rely on it. It seems that it is better to rely on myself than on others. Look at this immortal sect.

[1v1] Yun Weixian never expected that she would be able to return to the cultivation world two hundred years after she died.

Then I discovered that I was surrounded by familiar faces—

Her current grandmaster is a junior disciple whom she once strictly taught.

The severely injured cultivator she rescued was a former defeated opponent of hers, and for the next hundred years he had been looking for an opportunity to avenge himself.

The sect leader who now resents her more than her third junior brother who is close to her.

The demonic witch, whom the righteous cultivators both loved and hated, once regarded her as a rival in love.

The number one sword immortal of Taoism has been delaying his ascension to immortality, all for the sake of avenging her sword strike.

There are so many like this that you can't count them all on two hands, and what they all have in common is that she has beaten them all.

Yun Weixian had originally thought that beating people up was too tiring, so he would let it go this time.

But unexpectedly—

Yun Weixian: You want a beating, huh? Fine, I'll give you what you want.

[Fantasy] [Infinite Stream] [Evil Forces] [Suspense]

(No Romance | Pure Heart and Soul | Grim and Surreal)

I knelt at the peak of a mountain of corpses,

a blood-red thread burrowing into my finger bones like a parasite.

The monks—those cursed souls they called “disaster stars”—

met death with open, festering eyes, reflecting the droplets in my palm.

Even in ruin, they watched.

This is an era sustained by soul power,

where both “righteous” and “disaster stars” are born marked by fate.

But fate is a crooked thing.

My master and I hunted the Lifeng Sect,

a cult of madness and slaughter,

whose disciples would butcher their own families under twisted convictions.

Are they insane? No—

They have shattered their minds to touch something beyond sanity.

In my hand, I carry the healing drops—a pure counter to their venomous gu.

Even the corrupted skies seem to bend in my favor now.

“If the gods allow evil to flourish,

then let me become the one who poisons evil itself.”

Let the monks rot.

Let the threads tighten.

Let the drops fall.

I walk not the righteous path,

but the necessary one.