[Resurrection of spiritual energy + supernatural powers + imprecise soft science fiction + decisive killing + serious nonsense]
"Knowledge is power. The so-called superpowers are just primitive people with rifles."
"It is their luck to get a rifle, but it is their misfortune that they don't know how to shoot."
"Would you be afraid of a primitive man who used a gun as a fire stick?"
"I don't know the principle, at best I can classify it as a larger ant."
"Similarly, the alien beasts are nothing but springtails in front of me."
Sitting on the mechanical throne, Lin Kong looked out at the world devastated by the invasion of alien beasts.
A world that even the supernatural beings who have achieved spiritual energy revival cannot save.
He came to the rescue.
Ask him where he gets the confidence from?
Lin Kong sighed, and countless streams of light streaked across the sky and hit the ground.
Waiting for the dust to dissipate, giant steel statues stood on the battlefield.
Facing the wailing of the strange beast, Lin Kong gave the order in a calm voice.
"First Titan Legion, advance."
[The introduction is weak, please read the main text, the pace is a bit slow, please forgive me]
[From the city into the wasteland, killing through the alien world, setting sail for the endless starry sky]
[Single Female Lead] + [System] + [Daily Life] + [Enjoy Life]
Shen Wang, an ordinary office worker, obtains a life assistance system when he is frustrated in life, starting with an income of 648 per day.
The daily life of ordinary people has no big storms, but only the little bits and pieces of sweetness.
The most common wishes in life can be realized here.
【Not a super rich person throwing money away】
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(0 reviews)Wei Xing, having graduated with a Master’s degree, accidentally transmigrates to another world. Unknowingly, he has already been marked as a cultivation cauldron, surrounded by danger. On one hand, he uses a modern scientific research mindset to explore cultivation; on the other hand, he uses spiritual power combined with item refining methods,
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The stench of blood and the phantom echo of a butcher’s knife were Wei Xing’s last clear memories of Earth. Now, only agony remained. Not the dull ache of a hangover, but a searing, full-body violation. He gasped, eyes stinging against the harsh glare of an unfamiliar sun, the world swimming in a dizzying haze. Where were the familiar high-rises, the rumble of traffic? Only weeds reclaiming a dilapidated monastery met his gaze.
Then came the flood – memory fragments, alien yet intimate, crashing into his consciousness. Sweat-slicked bodies, endless moans, a gaunt face twisted in simultaneous pleasure and pain, ruthless killers in red robes, and a desperate flight ending in… this. Nausea roiled within him. This broken, emaciated body wasn’t his. Ribs protruded like ridges on a starved animal, bruises painted his skin alongside disturbingly intimate marks – hickeys? – mocking his non-existent love life. A tattered robe, stained crimson, barely concealed his nakedness.
He was trapped. Not just in a strange place, but in a strange, violated body. Panic, cold and sharp, sliced through the pain. The scientific truths he clung to shattered against the impossible reality. He was an anomaly, a ghost inhabiting ruined flesh in a world that felt ancient and hostile. Hunted, wounded, and utterly alone, Wei Xing’s journey began not with heroic resolve, but with a guttural cry of pain and the desperate, primal need to survive whatever nightmare he had stumbled into. The path forward was obscured by blood, conspiracy, and the chilling realization that his old life was irrevocably gone, replaced by a brutal existence where his very nature made him prey.