The light of wisdom from the Silver Heaven,

Guardian of the forces of nature,

This is the legendary king of the Druids of Akmons.

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Snail has released another masterpiece following "Rebirth of a Thief Who Roams the World", so you can read it with confidence.

Snail has completed the following online game novels: "Reborn as a Thief Who Roams the World", "Thief's Courage", "Online Game Leveling Expert", and "Online Game Primordial Divine Weapons".

Star Force is not only a mecha engine that can rewrite the laws of physics, but also a law machine that can distort reality and fantasy.

"The Princess of the Moon Face? Me?"

After Toyokawa Kiyoshi disappeared, Toyokawa Shoko was a little confused as she looked at the huge sky platform under her feet where she was taken by a group of people.

At first, I thought they were kidnapping me and demanding a ransom from the Toyokawa family. Just as I was about to explain that I had been kicked out of the Toyokawa family and was no longer worth anything, and was praying for them to let me go, a group of people asked me to lead them to recover the Moon's Face.

"Fuck you! Tianchen! You claim to be the queen, but you're just going to throw your king into the most dangerous place to fight monsters!"

"Your Majesty, let me explain. There is a reason for this."

"What explanation do you have? Go to my chambers and explain! I hope I can be as tough as you are!"

Yi Lan is dead.

But she came back to life.

Thus, there were two Yi Lan in this world.

One Hundred Ways to Conquer (or Kill) Yourself

【Notice】

1. Self-pleasure, watch with caution!!!

2. It has melodramatic elements, it's thrilling and satisfying, but it lacks logic.

3. The author, in his true colors, delivers a heartfelt performance!

As a strategist, Yi Lan accidentally killed herself while doing a quest.

And unfortunately, it died in pieces.

God: I'll give you one chance to be resurrected, do you want it?

Yi Lan: Yes.

God: Then go and bring yourself back first.

Yi Lan: ? ? ? I'm right here.

God: You are only half of yourself now; you are not complete.

Yi Lan: (picking her ear) Okay.

Content Tags: Perfect Match, Quick Transmigration

Main characters: Yi Lan, Yi Lan | Supporting character: System

Futaba Teiming, a mere ordinary book, was forced to shoulder the heavy responsibility of upholding the cultural heritage and saving the world. Meanwhile, this literary giant, transformed into a psychic, found himself in a patchwork world dominated by blood and fire. The literary world was barren, the flowers of literature withered, and even a single seedling could not be pulled out of the vast fields. Looking at his overflowing bookshelves of classics from otherworldly worlds, Futaba Teiming rolled up his sleeves and struck out on his own, exploring the corners of various houses. Here, he picked up a retired Tounosuke, there, a newly minted gravity user, and even loosened the soil for an amnesiac French beauty stranded in Yokohama, ready to dig into his own vegetable garden. Here, he brainwashed the most powerful Rokugan about the benefits of a job change, while there, he recommended Human Observation to the world's number one detective. Mr. Akagi, if you're passing by, please stay. I see you have extraordinary talent. Please be sure to take advantage of my hundred tips on writing and controlling your emotions. Hey, friends, have you read "Rashomon"? Have you heard of "No Longer Human"? My house is large and full of books; I guarantee everyone will agree. If supernatural powers can't save the world, then join me in literature. ...And then—that was the golden age of literature, a time of radiant splendor, a time of yearning and yearning for countless generations to come. It was a literary world teeming with genius, a world brimming with stars, where ideas collided through writers' pens, illuminating the eternal night. It was a desolate, dry, and shattered world, ultimately saved by literature. Notes: 1. Saving is difficult, no knife, no glass, no pain, just a sweet treat. 2. Please do not mention other articles below this one, and please do not mention my articles below other articles. Thank you for your cooperation. 3. Updates will be made before 9 PM every night. If something comes up, I will ask for leave in the comments section or with a leave request.

Take a bowl, fill it with soil, count one, two, three, four, five. Plant a toad and it becomes a train, plant a soybean and it becomes a tiger. Cultivate a skillful craft, enjoy a lifetime of happiness without suffering. There are 360 ​​paths in life, but who rules each road? That carpenter is skilled, his ink lines divide yin and yang with a flick of his finger, his mortise and tenon joints subdue the eight directions. This blacksmith is capable, his furnace roars with iron fire, his hammer strikes a thousand times, splitting dawn and dusk. There's also a tailor with great ambition, his every thread shaping the world, his needle determining yin and yang. And then there's the cook with a ruthless heart, his iron stove burning like hell, his blade wielding wind and thunder, his bones as fuel. In Wansheng Prefecture, a thousand people, a thousand faces, ten thousand lives, ten thousand changes. Zhang Laifu stands in the sea of ​​people, laughing triumphantly, "Come on, follow me and enjoy happiness!"

Deep within the capital city, in the quiet, ancient alleys, lies Lin Chen, a seemingly gentle young man who carries the thousand-year legacy of the Northern Song Dynasty's "Wen Shu Ge" (Literary Pavilion). He can play the zither, evoking the totems of civilization and stunning the world; he can appraise and date treasures, making a decisive judgment at Panjiayuan Market; and he possesses both "a heart of zither and a heart of swordsmanship," his ancient martial arts moves imbued with the fantastical light and shadow of intangible cultural heritage, repelling enemies without a trace.

Faced with the Qin family's commercial strangulation, the "Black Cross" organization's cultural plunder, and the open and covert attacks of international forces, he joins hands with the gentle ancient book restorer Su Qingwan, the charming business queen Shen Mei, the fiery ancient martial arts successor Chu Yao, and the capable Interpol agent Ye Jinbao, navigating antique streets, auction houses, and cultural secrets.

From the capital to the world, he has used his unparalleled talent to blend intangible cultural heritage with technology and fantasy. Amidst political intrigue, business battles, and dialogues between civilizations, he has safeguarded the cultural heritage of China, making the name "Wen Shu Ge" resound throughout the world and writing a legend of civilization protection and global confrontation.

[Novel theme + survival + eerie + not a mindless wish-fulfillment story + upgraded resources + upgraded body + ruthless]

This book is also known as "Strange and Hard to Kill? I'll Chase After the Strange and Kill It!" and "Little Baby, Don't Be Afraid, Uncle is Coming to Kill You!"

A strange star suddenly appeared next to Earth, altering the gravitational pull of the moon and stars on Earth, causing earthquakes and tsunamis to sweep the globe, and bizarre solar eclipses to occur frequently, while also bringing with them an incurable anomaly.

Zhang Chuyang obtained the Hunting System, which allows him to see strange health bars.

As long as the monster has a health bar, it can be eliminated.

Damaging the supernatural will earn you rewards, which can be used to upgrade any resources and your physical body. A worn-out flashlight can be upgraded into a laser cannon, a dilapidated tricycle into an armored vehicle, and a weak arm into an incredibly strong unicorn arm...

"Yeloli Fairy Dream Fanfiction"

Ling Junyan, the god of destiny in Ye Luoli Wonderland, the master of destiny, has awakened

However, he lost his memory and was very broken.

Fortunately, there is a system that gives out small rewards

"Chaos Black", "Devil God Appears: Devil's Essence"

"Douluo, Eye-Slaying Pass"...

Using evil bones as fuel, he devours immortals to prove his truth!

The good-for-nothing Chu Chen, who had his heart ripped out by his family as a sacrifice, awakened the ancient evil master's corpse.

"Exchange a hundred years of your life for three days of Soul Devouring Secret Technique!"

At the bottom of the Demon Burial Abyss, he devoured the death energy and practiced evil skills. He tore the disciples of the immortal sect to pieces with his bare hands and even detonated his golden elixir to break through the encirclement!

The price he paid was that the demon bone on his left arm devoured his master, the devilish pattern on his right palm spread, and the pseudo-pill in his dantian cracked like a spider web.

Xuantian Pavilion's wanted order shook the Nine Provinces: "The demon fetus has appeared, devouring the soul and seizing the Tao!"

In the Black Skull House, the poison doctor Su Mei's Gu Dan locked his lifeblood;

In the hellish realm, the demon clan saint Yun Zhao's blood contract contains a deadly slave seal;

And the evil nine-toothed skull pupils in his body were lighting up one by one as he killed...

When the truth of the immortal world's soul-sucking formation is revealed,

Chu Chen carried the Sky Burial Coffin and crushed the Immortal Gate:

"You have been absorbing the spiritual energy of the human world for thousands of years, and today—"

"It's time to be devoured by the immortal!"

[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.